1 comments/ 48245 views/ 4 favorites The Shaver By: cheetah83 John was an awesome boyfriend. He wasn't very handsome and he was thin but his arms were slender and muscular: I liked when he wrapped them around me and held me; it reminded me of my childhood dream of wanting to be held by Peter Pan. When we played Frisbee or lay in the grass together, he would hug me and rest one of his arms under my head, stroking my hair with his fingers. In those days, I did not allow him much to play with, but he would put his hand on my waist or tickle my flat tummy making me feel giddy and excited without the guilt I felt when I made out with other guys and they groped my breasts. It was my third year in college and I was still adamantly virgin, but I was enjoying my time with him greatly, and we had a lot of those exhilarating innocent erotic moments you really lose the taste for later in life. The one I am going to write about happened in his bathroom one Saturday when we came back from the beach. Ohio doesn't have the greatest of beaches on any day, but we had managed to spend the good part of the morning tripping about in the sand, making a mud castle crested with algae turrets and flying John's kite. That's the thing about John – he is very childlike in his ways, which are really insidious and soon make you forget about grades and classes, and your summer job interview coming next week. At one point we cautiously tried to wade into the cold waters of Lake Erie but we found a semi-decomposed fish floating serenely on an oily patch. John said it's not a good idea for him to dip below his swimming trunks in this chemical stew, what with the ghastly reproductive effects of the mercury that was sloshing around. I said thanks a lot since I was shorter and had already succumbed my pristine uterus to the hazardous chowder. John laughed and caught me under the knees, and I thought he was going to hurl me into the water headfirst, but instead he brought me gently back on the shore and kissed me cradling my face with both hands. I clung to him tightly enjoying our otherwise "prohibited" bare skin contact, and shielding the sizeable bulge in the said swimming trunks from public viewing, because I know how embarrassing that must be for guys. We packed up and climbed in the car where we kissed again until I felt warm all over. During our drive back the fine sand in my soles and inside my wet bikini bottom started to really irritate me so I asked John if I could take a shower when we went back to his house. He said sure, no problem, but I immediately knew from his tense face that he was trying to figure out if it was more than a shower that I wanted. I felt bad at first because I had approached the issue very innocently and naively, but then something about the tension that had settled between us took over me too. I secretly knew John adored me physically and that turned me on very much, even though I was not yet ready to admit it to myself. A few girls in my dorm who regularly slept with guys told me that was a very good sign because most men develop a permanent attraction to the girls they are consistently denied by. I was told slow-playing my trumps like that was a good strategy, which annoyed me quite a bit because I was not doing it on purpose. I didn't want John to be trapped by the feelings he had for me. But then, there was no way I was going to have sex with him or with anyone else to accommodate their inconvenience or bow to some social convention. I was quite firm on that. I was also feeling quite firm in my bra and a little shaky in the knees when our car mounted the curb and we walked out and climbed the steps into John's house. It was a typical college student house with furniture falling to pieces and visible stains from puke and other stuff on the carpet. John kept his room and the bathroom quite clean for a guy and he handed me a neatly folded fluffy towel that he probably kept for guests just like me in his cupboard. I walked shyly into his bathroom and locked the door; then I quickly got out of my bra and bikini and felt instant relief when I rubbed my sandy heels against the worn and scratchy terracotta tiles. I sat on the toilet bowl half intending to pee but I was distracted by the strange feeling of being naked in the bathroom of my boyfriend, whom I had never so much as let near my bare breasts. I tried to imagine what it must be to be a guy and crave my body, which was quite tiny even for a girl and a little freckled in unlikely places like the backside of my upper arms and on my knees. I could see myself in his shaving mirror, a petite and (what I sincerely hoped other people discerned) reasonably cute 20-year old. I grinned at the mirror with my head bent on one side, which is how I always pose for photographs. My eyes traveled down instinctively and I critically examined my two breasts, size 32B; not quite stunning but proportionally charitable to my overall size. I pressed them together, then let them hang, seeing how they touched just slightly in the middle when I set them free. The nipples were still very erect, but I attributed it to standing naked in John's cold bathroom. Now my eyes traveled to the cupboard next to the mirror where John's shaving utensils lay. He had the green Gillette razor with the batteries and the same brand shaving cream, next to a Calvin Klein perfume he used instead of an aftershave. I reached out and felt the smoothness of the CK bottle and the rough texture of the Gillette razor handle. My fingertips now smelled like John's perfume and his shaving cream. I don't know if all girls are like that, but I find something relentlessly sexy about a man's shaving ritual. I like the thought of John shaving for me, making a scruffy noise when he presses the razor to his chin and wincing when he rubs aftershave into small cuts, which are the cost of being able to kiss me with a baby skin face. He had told me he used an electric shaver when he was in a hurry to go to class or when we did not see each other for a while, but he always shaved with the real thing before we went out. I felt the razor again, unable to draw myself away from this sharp and pretty object that facilitated our relationship in such a meaningful way. I took it out of its plastic casing and pressed the metal side of it against my chest to feel the cold touch. Inadvertently, the contact turned on the little switch in the handle and the whole thing started vibrating gently in my hand. This shook me to my senses and I flung the shaver back in its cradle a little embarrassed and fearful that John might be able to hear the noise from the outer room. I strained myself to pee and flushed the toilet; then shopped around in the cupboard for a new bar of soap and some of John's spare shampoo and conditioner, which he had told me he wasn't using. There was a box of pink Durex condoms in one of the shelves, and I wondered if John had bought them. I had made myself perfectly clear when we had discussed the sex issue before, so I really hoped that they belonged to one of his roommates or that at least John had not purposefully intended for me to see them. The condom box was unopened and still had the wrappers around it, which, I decided, was a good thing from my perspective. Then I remembered that one girl had told me some guys used condoms to masturbate, so that they won't splash sticky cum around. Maybe John was one of those types? I dwelled on this thought a fraction too long, and my imagination conjured a gorgeous picture of John naked, very red in the face and holding to the same sink I was standing over with one hand. Shit, I realized, it was one of those rare times (they happened maybe once or twice a month) when I had gotten myself really aroused and wanted badly to touch myself, despite my self-imposed ban on self-touching. I had actually done it three or four times during my teen years, and with relative success, but I had told myself it must stop when I went to college, just to be on the safe side of things. My worst nightmare when I was a freshman was waking up in a place I did not know next to somebody I did not recognize. I had learned in the two or three years since then that waking up next to someone at all is actually quite hard to accomplish. I tried to shut off all of that thought stream entirely and hopped in the shower before John had started wondering if something was wrong. The water was cold at first, which was nicely refreshing, but when the warm came on and I started soaping myself my randy moods struck again. I glided the bar of soap between my breasts and then under my legs, watching the water siphon out over my mound and hit my toes like a stream of clear pee. The temptation was now hard to resist so I looked around for some means of distraction. I saw John's own soap bar lying in the side nook of the bathtub, sporting a few of what I had no question in my mind were his pubic hairs. I grabbed that soap and rubbed myself with it feeling a sort of kinky erotic bliss. I knew I would be all wet down under though there was no way to tell in the shower, so I rubbed the soap hard against my outer lips and clit, a part of me, which on most days I would pretend did not exist. It felt very nice and I felt the clit swell just like my nipples. I twiddled with it a little with my eyes closed. The warm bathwater had collected in the tub and was splashing over my ankles because I had not pulled the drain lever when I entered the shower. With my back against the wall I slid down to a sitting position on the floor of the tub, rubbing my clit quickly with one hand and squeezing my nipples with the other. It was so nice pleasuring myself in my boyfriend's tub that my Catholic sensitivity had given up on me and nothing felt sinful or base any longer. When the soapy water rose to the level of my waist, I already tasted blood on my tongue from having bit my lip in order not to moan. The shower water was beating hard on the plastic curtains and stifling the splashy noises from my masturbation sufficiently, but I really wanted to cum now and my hands were getting tired and not quite getting me there. I had heard from a lot of girls that using an adjustable showerhead was the silver bullet when it came to a thrashing orgasm, but John's Spartan bathroom had nothing of the kind. I thought of just stopping and trying to get my naughty genie out through making out with John in his bedroom. That was a bad idea, I decided, because if he was as horny as I was no one quite knew what could happen, except something at least I would regret. At that moment, I spotted John's Gillette shaver on the shelf across the room. The idea that struck me was so novel and kinky that I almost came immediately just from thinking about it. It might register to you as gross perhaps, but I knew just how much John liked my body and I was sure it would be a great surprise for him when I told him one day. I walked out of the shower stall, grasped the green and gray metal handle and detached the blade by pressing on the two clasps on the head. When I had just the handle I walked back into the stall, dripping soapy water on the tiles. I settled back inside. I sunk the handle under the bubbly surface. I prayed that the battery would last the abuse. I pressed the on button and the seagulls drawn on the shower curtain exploded in my head when the shaver touched my exposed clit underwater. Later John told me that I had moaned loudly for about two and a half minutes. Of course, I confessed to him at once what I had done and we agreed to pursue the issue no further. We had one of those exhilarating big talks new couples have about their past sex experiences (before they actually do anything together). I learned about how John regularly jerked off thinking about me and how he felt guilty because of me being Catholic and prude. I told him that was fine and that I felt the same pressure he did. Amazingly, he still agreed that not having sex right away was the best strategy. We decided, however, to expand our physical relationship and for the first time I let him play with my boobs. After that we kissed for a long time and held each other until we fell asleep. The next morning was my first one waking up next to a guy, and John's boner between the sheets so amused me that I masturbated him and even tasted a blob of his cum. On mutual consensus, we decided I should brush my teeth and he should shave before we kissed some more. The Shaving He had all the items out ready as she walked into the bedroom: the towels, the razor, shaving foam, a small tub of warm water, a wash cloth, some scented baby oil and the two vibrators. He could hardly conceal his excitement. It had been too long since he had shaved his sexy wife, years in fact. It had been a weekly ritual BK – before kids. The style always changed but never the excitement. But three kids and the changes that had on her body turned her off sex for an eternity. Thank god for her jogging addiction. Her body was again sleek, although he had still enjoyed it when she was more ‘cuddly’. More importantly her self confidence was back, her enjoyment of sex was back, and now the shaving was back. He kissed her as she walked to him, he felt his manhood stirring. He unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. He smiled as he saw the sexy black half cup bra. Gone were those daggy nursing bras and sportsbras, although he did like the way she used to fill the nursing bras up with her DD cups. Still smaller breasts were a small loss for her interest in sex again. He kissed her neck and unclipped the bra. Her chocolate brown nipples were hard. His fingers fumbled at the zip of her skirt, like a nervous schoolboy. She laughed and helped him to remove the mini. Underneath she was wearing a little white lace g string – another recent addition to the wardrobe. The dark curls showed from both sides of the pure white lace. A mass of dark hair covers her completely. He lay her down and gave the hairy pussy a kiss. Lovingly he sponged the curls with the wet warm wash cloth. She squirmed as the water trickled over her pussy. He massaged the foam gently over the hairy pussy and over her inner thighs that were covered in pubes. The whole of her lower abdomen was a bed of white foam as he reached for the razor. Slowly, deliberately he trimmed at the edge of her foamy triangle. Stroke by stroke the dark curls came away on the blade. Carefully he trimmed around her puckered anus. Slowly over her labia, the flesh pink as the warm blade removed the thick growth. Softly he kissed the smooth skin. Taking his time he crafted the hair above her labia into a neat little heart shape and with the wet sponge wiped it clean. He took the oil and smoothed it onto the smooth pink skin. He caressed it in and his fingers eased between the slick lips, parting her petals. Her hips raised to let him in. His fingers slipped easily into her,. He smiled as he realised how much she had been looking forward to this too. His fingers worked in and out of her wet folds as her hips started to move. He reached for the smaller vibrator and started it humming. She sighed as it touched her slippery labia. Her legs parted wide as her rolled it over her clit. Her fingers started to pinch her nipples as her moved it over her wet entrance and worked around her greasy smooth anus. She raised her butt up and he gently pressed it against the tight sphincter. She groaned as she felt the small hardness pushing into her. All the while her worked his fingers in her sopping vagina. Her breathing was quicker now. He fumbled for the bigger vibrator, 8 inches of firm latex. With the little vibrator humming in her anus, he started to slowly work the fat rubber toy into her pussy. She moaned and spread even wider as the fat cock was entering her, her hips writhing as he started a steady motion with two vibrators in her. She let out a groan as the first waves of orgasm flowed over her. She went completely still as it flowed through her, starting deep in her pelvis and flowing right through her body. He slowly moved the vibrator in her puss, just as her knew she liked it while the small one buzzed in her butt. She looked up and smiled. Without saying a word she rolled over onto all fours. Her firm buns pointing at him. He dipped a finger in her wet pussy and walked in front of her. Unbuckling his jeans she got a look at his surprise. He had shaved his cock completely smooth at he base. His 7 inches looked more like 10 with no hair. His sack was big in its smooth state. She gave it a lick and told him to put it in her. He moved behind her, his cock bobbed as he walked. The purple head looking flared and angry as he nuzzled it at her smooth lips. With a swift thrust He slide easily inside her. He reached for the small vibrator and rubbed it around her anus. The puckered muscle gripping at the small metallic cock shape. Her hips started to grind back onto him, he felt the inner walls grip his cock as he pumped in and out of that lovely slick pussy. She rubbed those hard nipples on the sheet as his rhythm got quicker. The smooth lips clung to his freshly shaved shaft. She reached between her legs, searching for the hard little bud. Her fingers found the swelling and started to rub it furiously. Her moans became louder and louder. His hips pumped quicker and quicker as her pussy started to tighten on his slippery shaft. She rubbed her hard nipples down onto the sheet and frigged her clitty as his pumping became more frenzied. He was grunting with each thrust as his animal lust took over. She was meeting his thrusts and whimpering with each hard thrust. It all got too much for him and he pulled out. His hand wrapped round his slick shaft as he pumped it. Jets of hot white cum sprayed over her back as she plunged two fingers deep inside. She squealed as her orgasm flooded over her and she collapsed onto the sheets. He grunted and fell beside her, massaging the cum all over her back. She moaned softly “ I love your shaved cock” as he grinned widely. The shaving was worth it! The Shaving of Lisa It had been a long quarter at college and things were winding down before the winter break. I had just broken off a relationship with another girl and was back on the prowl again. Where better than a college campus. I was sitting in class when a dark haired beauty came in and sat next to me. We had been in the class all quarter long and she had never really paid attention to me, at least not like this. She said her name was Lisa and asked if I was "taken". I explained that I was currently available. By the end of class, Lisa had invited over to her house for dinner that Saturday night. Lisa had a very attractive face and dark curly hair to die for. She was about 5'04" and 135 pounds. A little chunky, but just how a man likes them, a little meat on her bones. She had large breasts and I could not wait to get a chance at a closer look. I arrived at Lisa's house at about 7 pm. We were alone. Lisa had sent her parents out for a night on the town. I knew I would be getting some now! Dinner progressed quickly as we both knew what was really happening. Lisa walked me down the stairs to her bedroom. The room was lit by about 50 candles. She had a queen size bed that was yelling for us to get busy on it! We undressed each other and began kissing each other softly. Lisa's nips were long and hard. I ran my tongue over them several times and managed to slip a finger or two down to her crotch and felt her dripping with excitement. This was going to be good. I put Lisa on the bed and began eating her pussy. Her pussy was very hairy and it was cumbersome to compete with all that hair when I simply wanted to find her clit and lick away. We made love and I told Lisa how next time would be so much better if she had shaved her box for me. Lisa looked at me with near disbelief. She said, "Shaved? As in..totally bald?" I said yes of course and explained to her the huge advantages of having a bald beaver. Lisa was skeptical but didn't totally dismiss the idea. The next week in class, Lisa sat by me again. Lisa asked me if I remembered what we had talked about. I said I did and asked her if she had given the idea any more thought. Lisa told me that she had and then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I shaved it all off last night." This immediately made me hard and Lisa reached down and rubbed my dick through my jeans. Man was it hard to concentrate in class that day. I could not wait to get out of class and stick my hand down her pants to confirm her proclamation. After class we walked down one of the wooded pathways and I stuck my hand down her jumpsuit that she was wearing. Lisa was not wearing any underwear and her pussy was as bald and smooth as could be. It felt great. I played with her clit and finger fucked her til she came all over my hand. She even tasted better shaved! I asked Lisa how she had finally gotten up the nerve to do it. She said that she was in the shower and had soaped up her hairy mound when she saw her razor. The feeling just came over her to try it. Lisa shaved the hair on top first. Stroke after stroke of long dark pubes hitting the bottom of the tub. As her pussy got balder and balder she got more and more turned on. Her sister, Amanda, even walked in on her while she was shaving. Lisa didn't want to get caught shaving. Afraid of what her sister might think or say. Luckily, Amanda was only in for a moment and walked back out. Lisa continued to shave the lips of her pussy. She had an extra large labia on her left side which she pulled out taut so she could shave her lips better. Lisa said it took her over a half hour to shave all her hair off and that I should be proud of her since by the time she was done she had no more hot water. I was ecstatic! I told her she would be very happy and that I would be sure to make it up to her. Later that night we hooked up after dinner. Both of our parents were home so having sex would have to be creative. Luckily, Lisa lived on a ranch with a long driveway. We got in my truck and acted as if we were going to a movie. Instead, we drove down the drive to an area covered by trees so it was fairly dark. I ripped Lisa's pants off and immediately dug into that smooth, freshly shaved pussy of hers. She loved the feeling of a warm wet tongue on her lips and in her hole. And I loved taking care of her this way. Lisa was so turned on she even sprayed girl cum all over my face. This was the first time that had ever happened to me. She said that I was pressing all her buttons and did not want me to stop. She must have cum 3-4 times. The cloth seat on my truck was soaked and the smell of her cum was very apparent. I was very proud of myself and very happy to have a shaved pussy back in my life again. Lisa told me that she would keep her pussy shaved and even let me do the shaving under one condition....that she gets to shave me. But that's a different story....