[Glen2712]

Razory Reversal

Jane always shaved her snatch smooth as silk. Not a single hair. Not a bristle. Just plump pink labes and hot pussy under my swirling tongue. Come to think of it, every girl I had ever been with—I was 23, and Jane made number seven—had shaved her slit bare. And, sure, that was nice. Nevertheless, I’d found myself drawn to certain chicks in porn rags and sex videos with full, lush pussy bushes. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, it didn’t matter. Those triangular forests turned me on. I wanted to feel those curls against my cheeks. I imagined them tickling the sides of my cock shaft as I sank deep into pulsating quim. I started collecting ’70s porn just to ogle the beavers.

So late one night, in bed after some incredible sex with Jane, I got up the nerve to mention my daring brainstorm. “Honey, what do you think about letting your pussy hair grow out—just to, you know, see? I got to tell you, I think it would be so hot, tugging on your pubes with my teeth and spraying my white spunk into all those black curls.”

My dick twitched against Jane’s warm thigh, and she got this crooked little smile on her face. “Well,” she remarked, “you’ve got yourself a deal—if I get to shave your pubies and your ball sac too. Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to suck off a smooth-shaven he-man. Mmmmm.”

Wow! I wasn’t sold on the idea of a razor in somebody else’s hand that close to the family jewels. Then again, in the six months I’d known Jane, I’d never seen any nicks on her mound or folds. And I was pretty sure the babe wasn’t mad at me. Finally, what made me relent was the image of springy jet-black ringlets surrounding my girlfriend’s very pink pussy slit. “Okay,” I told her. “You start growing a muff, and I’ll let you shave me!” My fateful date with the razor was set for two months down the road.

Of course, I got to enjoy Jane’s pubes growing in along the way. First a stubble tingled the tip when I rubbed my pecker back and forth over her snatch. Then black bristles tickled my face. A month in, those bristles had become beautiful curls that caught the light and sprang back against my fingertips. Totally obsessed, I spent hours playing with her pelt.

On the designated day I was nervous as hell, but leave it to Jane to make an occasion of it, with dinner and champagne. To tell you the truth, I got a little queasy when she started downing that third glass. But then she took me to her bathroom, lit by dozens of candles, and stripped totally naked. Seeing her lush, raven bush in all its glory almost made me forget why she was undressing me. First, Jane used tiny scissors to trim the curls. Next, she pressed hot washcloths over the base of my prod. As my shooter began to rise before her eyes, she swabbed lather onto my crotch and balls with a shaving brush. By the time she’d finished lathering me, I was totally hard.

I closed my eyes when Jane picked up the razor, and I braced myself for the worst, but there were only these incredible sensations: an erotic scraping and tugging across my rocks, Jane’s fingers delicately touching my bare skin. It felt intense, electric!

When the last stroke of sharp metal had passed over my flesh, I finally glanced down. Wow! From my perspective, looking straight down, my cock seemed to have grown a full inch or two. And that’s exactly how Jane reacted. Once she’d patted me dry, the horny girl attacked my boner. She was all mouth and gorgeous, hairy pussy.

Praise the Lord, she started with a blowjob. I didn’t know she could take me so far down her throat, but that wasn’t all my sweetie pie had in mind. When her lips reached the base of my pecker, she flicked my nuts with her tongue. Then, urging me not to shoot down her throat just yet, Jane moved down a tad and started sucking on my now-hairless balls. First one at a time, then hoovering both fat yarbles into her mouth at once. Man, did she pour on the suction!

Finally, Jane sat my ass on the throne and slowly, slowly lowered her hairy twat onto my throbbing pole. While I feasted on some fine titty, her heavenly pubes tickled my supersensitive dick and its pals till I was laughing and coming simultaneously. It was the best fuck of my life. Now I’ve got to hide the damn razor so Jane’s mouthwatering muff can keep on growing.