Rachel's Shaved Pussy

Introduction:

More improbable fantasies. I am enjoying slowly building the story with more and more different fetishes and types of sex, and I am being careful to manage the pace. Turning it straight up to 11 will never do, but neither will interminable setups or retreading old ground. Let me know how I am doing.

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After Kirsty's party on Saturday, which had ended with a mess of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger brother was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right around the corner, and that in turn meant school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school I could find partners to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and good – better than that, in fact – but I had no doubt that the real thing would be much more so.
I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to know how problematic it could become if I got a reputation for being a ‘whore’ or ‘slut’, or even just ‘easy’… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste most of the time, while being able to turn it on at a moment’s notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleated skirt that stopped a couple of inches short of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.
It took long enough to decide that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole morning was a rush of difficult lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my clit. I really can’t recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a skirt. I am surprised I didn’t have rivulets of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal.
By the time we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a couple of snack bars I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific type of guy, in a specific placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other classes of my year, around the school, but not given him a second look: a slightly nerdy, unremarkable child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘cool crowd’.
When I spotted him hanging around the courtyard, clearly with nothing to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my chance. Standing in the corridor, far back enough that nobody else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few seconds, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.
He did such a classical, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling lips to indicate silence, ran my hand sensually down my side, and gestured with my head for him to follow. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the ladies’ loos, the ones hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the main door. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head for him to follow me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few metres behind me.
As soon as he came through, I pushed the door to, threw the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minutes of this, I deemed the time was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole situation that he did nothing to stop me.
It was not the biggest I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly sizeable, and I knew it would feel good inside me. I went down on my knees, and took him in my mouth.
It was my first time ever giving head, and I don’t think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My head bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread wide as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn’t go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn’t think it would take much to impress him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn’t take him long to shoot his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though: his first time was always going to be quick, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer second round.
Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seed that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam’s apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.
I undid the side fastening of my skirt, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. Daniel gasped in awe when he saw my bare, hairless twat up close. He reached out with one hand towards it, hesitated, and brought his hand back to his side.
I sighed, resisting the temptation to roll my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my slit. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in appreciation, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in time to his ministrations.
I could gladly have ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked huskily. “Put it in.”
The first words spoken by either of us could have broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.
I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the walls of my cunt outwards! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to take him to the hilt. The feel of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a little extra tickle, like a hint of spice in each bite.
He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my motions, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to hold him by the hips and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.
A look of blind panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my wickedest smile, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each other’s bodies: backs and breasts (I don’t know when my shirt came undone, I don’t remember either of us loosing the buttons) and bums, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.
The sensation was astonishing: I don’t know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquid at the gate of my cervix. Warmth and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to keep the volume of my cries down. I gripped him back and rode the high.
His heavy breathing brought me back to reality, and I knew I had a job to do. “There there there,” I began, whispering into his ear as if I were calming a baby. “That was good. You’re a good boy.” I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A drop of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down.

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