Double Dare(206)

Katy gasped when she saw it, mouth dropping open a bit, eyes going liquid, filled with want and need. But she was having too much fun to stop.

“And then,” she continued coyly. “I take a razor like so,” she said, miming holding an imaginary razor in her hand, “and pull it up this lip, and then that lip, making sure I get a close shave.”

I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop myself. Fisting my dick with one hand, I trailed the fingers of my other through her sweet snatch, catching that hot pussy juice on my digits, feeling her swollen, pulsing folds.

“Like this?” I breathed, our foreheads almost touching as we looked down at our dirty play, my big hand caressing that beautiful vagina. “Like this?”

She moaned, throwing her head back, panting.

“Yes, exactly like that,” she managed through small gasps. “Exactly like that.”

I chuckled deep in my throat. I wasn’t the only one walking a tightrope, Katy wanted this as badly as I did and was ready for me to fuck her, there was no mistaking the hot cream on my hand, the way her clit was so big, so stiff, pulsing in the air as she spread herself for me. But I still hadn’t had enough of our loveplay.

“And then what next?” I ground out, my eyes all over that luscious body. “Tell me what you do next.”

And here, she got a saucy look in her eye.

“Well, I don’t just shave my pussy, I shave … you know, in back.”

My dick punched out once more at those words. She shaved her asshole? That illicit brown pucker was bare and winking, free of any hairs for me?

And Katy nodded, confirming.

“Yes, I shave back there but it’s hard,” she said, mock complaining, eyes dancing. “It’s hard to reach around yourself and my hand gets all twisted, it’s so awkward. And yesterday, I ran out of time with … well you know, Brent. So do you want to do it now, big boy? Wanna shave my anus, honey, all around my sweet spot?”

The mention of Brent’s name jolted me rudely, bringing a slight nasty feeling, but fuck, the sex haze was so strong, so arousing, that I swallowed, forcing the bile down. Because I knew how to even the field.

“Baby,” I ground out. “Brent took your pussy cherry, but I’m taking your ass,” I rasped.

And instead of looking shocked or annoyed, Katy just smiled at me sweetly.

“It’s yours,” she promised. “See? There’s enough of me to go around, you’re good at sharing,” she praised, making my chest puff out with pride. “But first,” she murmured, “you’ve got to shave me.”

And my dick spurted again on its own, pre-cum shooting out involuntarily, coating her leg, dripping down her calf.

“Oh!” mewled my girl, looking down. “Looks like your pole wants me, wants me bad.”

“It does,” I confirmed, breathing hard. “It does. But honey, yeah, I’ll shave you first, it’d be my honor.”

And in two seconds, I strode to the bathroom and was back, a razor in one hand plus a small cup of water and some shaving cream.

“Bend over,” I commanded. “Put your hands on the bedpost and bend over.”

This time, Katy shimmied out of her skirt, lifting her t-shirt over her head so that she was completely nude now, every pink bit winking, jiggling, before turning around and placing her small hands on the sturdy oak post, bending over and bumping her butt a bit, those big fleshy orbs jouncing up and down.

“Like this, Jase?” she breathed, coyly looking at me over her shoulder. “Like this?” And with another wiggle of her hips, she angled her legs wider so that she was bared from clit to asshole, everything so beautiful, nubile, wet and all for me.

And I couldn’t help myself. With a deep groan, I pressed my face to her behind and licked all the way from bottom to top, drinking the cream, sucking her juice from her hole before finishing with a flick to her asshole with my tongue.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, head dropping between her shoulders, knees growing weak and shivery. “Ohhhh!”

I chuckled deeply, massaging her haunches with big fists.

“Get ready baby girl, because I haven’t even started,” I growled, and with that, I spurted some shaving cream into my hand before bringing it to her luscious butt, massaging sensuously, in small circles around her back hole.

“Ohhh!” she moaned throatily again, eyes closed, hips wriggling a bit. “Oh!”

I chuckled.

“Baby, I haven’t even touched that pucker yet, you think you can hold on?” I ground out. “Because here goes.”

And with gentle hands, I slipped a finger to that dark star, gently stroking it, feeling the soft pleats tense under my hand before relaxing, the hole so tight, so arousing, begging me to touch more, to sample.