Chapter 4
The next day Clyde seemed withdrawn and morose. Laura pranced about the house on her high heels, wiggling her ass, and sometimes even her tits, hoping to get his attention. But Clyde seemed distracted and uncaring.
He passed an hour in his room talking on the telephone. Laura wondered what was going on, but she decided not to question him.
She found herself thinking about sex again and she was amazed by it. One would think that after the orgy the night before with Julie and Clyde she'd be satisfied for at least a month!
Laura realized she had no real understanding of what it was that enticed Clyde. Was it her ass? After watching him ass-fuck Julie the night before, she thought it might very well be.
Sitting in the living room, pretending to read a magazine, she thought about Clyde fucking her ass and she had to cross her legs to stop the quivering in her cunt. Her nipples were hard. She could feel them tight against the front of her blouse. She had chosen her blouse with care. It was frilly and very feminine; that was very much the way she felt today. Much more so than she had felt in a very long time.
Clyde finally came into the room.
Remembering Clyde's instructions, Laura turned to face him. Pulling back the hem of her skirt, she opened her legs to reveal her bare pussy.
Stretched out on the sofa and facing her, Clyde smiled.
"I think we ought to shave you," he said. "I can't see enough of your cunt when you sit like that. There's too much hair."
The idea of having her pussy shaved had never occurred to Laura. She had never even seen a photograph of a shaved pussy on another woman.
She had no idea what it would look like. She had certainly never considered her cunt to be that pretty. She thought it would be more attractive covered with hair.
"I don't know," she said.
Clyde smirked. "Get my razor and shaving soap," he said.
Laura did not like the idea at all, but she rose up to do his bidding.
When she reached the bathroom, the first thing she did was to raise up her dress, pick up the hand mirror, and look at her cunt. She pried open her cunt lips and studied the inside. Then she pulled the hair on the large outer lips, teasing out the curls. She pulled the meat of her cunt up over her pubic bone to expose her clitoris. She hardly ever trimmed her cunt hair and she realized she was extremely hairy, probably more than most other women. She certainly had much more hair on her cunt than Julie. She tried to imagine what it would look like without hair, but she found it impossible to picture.
She was practical enough to bring a towel. Back in the living room, she handed Clyde the gear, unfolded the towel on an easy chair, and sat down.
Pulling over a chair, Clyde told her to pull her legs back to expose her crotch. He finally pushed a pillow under her ass to raise her up.
"That's better," he said. Then he added: "Christ, what a cunt!"
Laura blushed. It always embarrassed her when he spoke about her pussy like that.
Clyde picked up the can of shaving soap and soon Laura's crotch was covered with white foam. He began rubbing the soap into her cunt and on the outside over her mound and lips. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes. The feel of his hand was marvelous.
Clyde laughed. "You're almost coming," he said.
It was true. Her eyes closed, her lips trembling, she was on the verge of having an orgasm all during the time he shaved her. But the most exciting moments occurred when he pulled at her cunt lips, stretching them out in order to get at the lip hair.
She craved his fingers inside her cunt, but she was too ashamed to ask for them.
My God, she thought, I've turned into a slut.
Then she told herself that was ridiculous. All that was happening was that her sexuality was finally being awakened. But in a special way. She was learning that what she really wanted was domination. She wanted to be used and subjugated and degraded!
When Clyde was finally finished, he wiped away all the soap, patted her pussy affectionately, and told her to open her eyes.
She looked down at herself with a sense of amazement. She could see the fat pads of the outer lips of her cunt, the split between them, and the pinkish-brown inner lips hanging out. She was completely bald, every hair shaved off, even on the mound.
"Oh, Clyde!" she moaned. "It looks so strange!"
Clyde smiled and handed her the shaving soap and razor. "Go clean it up in the bathroom," he said. "And then come back here and show it to me."
Once in the bathroom, she removed all her clothes. Standing over the toilet with her legs spread, she washed her cunt with soap and water. The new silky feel of her pussy was exquisite. Picking up the hand mirror, she sat down on the toilet seat, opened her thighs, and looked at her cunt.
She could not decide whether or not she liked it. But it certainly made her cunt more visible. She had never realized her cunt lips were so long.
Pulling her legs up, she used the mirror to look at her asshole. She smiled at her own foolishness. With a last look at the pouting lips of her cunt, she dressed and returned to Clyde.
She stood facing him in the center of the living room.
"Let's have a look," he said.
With a demure smile, she slowly gathered up her skirt, raising it to her waist.
Clyde whistled his approval. With a shudder at her own shamelessness, Laura turned to show him her ass and then turned back to show her pussy again.
Clyde beckoned her to approach him. Extending a hand, he probed the top of the hairless slit with a fingertip.
"Sit over there," he said. "Let's see how it looks when you're sitting down."
She walked over to the easy chair and sat down. Pulling her skirt back to the top of her thighs, she opened her legs.
"Perfect," Clyde said. "Now listen to me. A friend of mine is going to be here soon. He's a good friend and I want you to be nice to him. You're going to do that for me, aren't you?"
She hesitated a moment, but then she nodded.
"Good," he said. "I want you to get spiffed up. Wear a dress and look really good. Maybe you ought to wear underwear or something, he's a little kinky about that stuff. But it has to be sexy, understand?"
Laura nodded again. What he was telling her both horrified her and made her tremendously excited. Clyde was going to use her like a slave, to offer her to a friend. The thought of it made her tremble.
She went upstairs to her bedroom and removed her clothes. Pensive, her fingertips idly teasing one of her nipples, she sat on the bed and thought about what to wear. She finally rose up to study her nude body in the dressing mirror. The slit of her hairless pussy winked back at her. She turned sideways to admire the profile of her body, the curve of her ass, the contours of her thighs. Pulling over a chair, she raised her right leg and planted her foot on the seat. She could now see all of her pussy, the lips pulled open, the slit pink and red. Moving a hand down, she widened the opening, her fingertips wriggling in the groove, carefully avoiding her clit because she did not want to come.
She was amused by her preoccupation. She had been living with a hairy pussy since the age of fourteen, and now that it was hairless again it seemed so new and strange, so clean and fresh. She could see the wetness inside, but the lack of hair made it look like the dewy wetness of a young, virginal cunt. The only sign of maturity was the protrusion of the inner cunt lips, pink and red and long. Her lips were so long!
She craved an orgasm, but she controlled herself. Wiping her pussy with a kleenex, she sniffed the tissue and tossed it into a wastebasket.
Standing erect, she pushed the chair away and thought once again about getting dressed. She glanced once more at the mirror, smiled, and picked up a tube of lipstick from the vanity table.
Why not? she thought. It ought to drive them wild.
She painted her nipples and then her cunt lips. When she looked at herself in the mirror again she was startled. Her cunt had turned into a flower, her cunt lips drooping, blood-red petals. Her nipples were like two staring red eyes. Wetting a fingertip with her tongue, she allowed herself one touch on the shaft of her clit.
She donned a pink lace bra and garter belt, nude stockings, a soft paisley dress, a double strand necklace of miniature pearls, brown high-heeled sandals, and tiny pearl earrings. After freshening her makeup and lipstick, she left the bedroom and went downstairs.
Clyde's friend was a boy his own age named Garry.
Laura could see the obvious approval in Garry's eyes. He stared boldly at her tits and legs and she felt very sexy and feminine.
After the first few minutes of awkwardness had passed, they sat in the living room chatting like three ordinary people: an aunt and her nephew and her nephew's friend. No one could possibly guess that just a short time before the nephew had shaved the aunt's pussy!
She left the room for a moment to get them some refreshments. When she returned, Clyde had a happy smile on his face.
"Garry likes you," he said.
Laura blushed. She found herself staring at the bulge in Garry's jeans, wondering what he looked like without clothes.
She sat down again. The boys seemed to be laughing over a private joke, and finally Clyde looked at Laura.
"Let's have a little show, Aunt Laura."
She knew what would happen now. She looked away, uncertain and almost afraid.
"Come on, Aunt Laura," Clyde said. "Stand up."
She rose, standing before them and avoiding their eyes. They were close enough to touch her, if they wanted to. She began pulling her dress up, over her knees, past the tops of her stockings, exposing her thighs, and then further up until the hem of the dress was at her waist.
Garry blew out his breath in a whistle. "Jesus Christ!"
Clyde laughed. "Nice, huh?"
Then she felt Garry's hand on her leg, sliding up over her calf and thigh, and then moving around front to her cunt. She trembled.
Clyde made her turn around so that Garry could see her ass. She felt Garry's hands on her ass cheeks, pinching them, fondling them, spreading them open.
Clyde and Garry were whispering and laughing. She was in a daze.
"Open your legs," Clyde said.
She moved her legs apart. A moment later she felt a hand between her legs and then a finger pushing into her wet cunt hole.
Moaning softly, helpless in her need, she pushed back against the finger. Was it Garry's finger? She sensed a certain timidity, as if this were the first time the finger had ever penetrated her. It occurred to her there was now a special intimacy between them. Once a man had a finger in your cunt, he was no longer a stranger.
The finger was finally withdrawn and Clyde ordered her to get on all fours on the rug.
"I'm going out for a while," he said. "You just be nice to Garry and do whatever he tells you to do."
She hadn't expected that. The idea of being left alone with Garry was not too appealing. But then she decided that if Clyde wanted it, she would accept it.
Her shoulders down on the rug, her dress rolled up to her waist, she knelt with her ass facing Garry. She knew he could see her cunt and asshole. The idea of showing herself to him, in that servile position, brought the heat to her face and pussy.
She suddenly felt his hands on her again, his fingertips running over her ass cheeks.
"Open your legs wider," he said.
She had a yearning to see his face, to look at his crotch to determine if he had a hard-on. Was he playing with himself?
Finally she heard him undressing behind her. She was ready for him now, the juice oozing thickly out of her cunt to stream down the insides of her thighs, her hanging tits deliciously grazing the fibers of the rug. She needed a cock inside her cunt, needed the meat of a man pushing into her body.
She turned her head and saw him naked. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowed, she gazed at his cock. He had a circumcised cock with a fat juicy knob. The sac that held his balls was smooth and tight. The slit in his cock head was dripping a stringy syrup.
When he saw her eyes on his cock, he smiled and pointed it at her mouth. What he wanted was obvious, but she pretended not to understand.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She went to him then, and kneeling before him, she filled her mouth with his cock.
She sucked him with a deliberate rhythm, half hoping he would come in her mouth so she could taste his gism. What a pity it was that a man could not fuck a woman in her mouth and cunt at the same time!
He pushed her head away. "Lean on the sofa," he said.
She arranged herself with her knees on the rug and her shoulders on the sofa cushion. Her legs were quivering. What she found so completely breathtaking was the feeling of being totally mastered, of doing whatever she was told.
Garry moved behind her now. Suddenly his hands were on her ass and prying her open. She felt him positioning his cock, getting the fat head at her cunt hole, and finally pushing in.
She let out a soft groan at the first stretching of the mouth of her cunt.
She quickly learned that young as he was, Garry was no novice at fucking.
Squeezing the plump cheeks of her ass in his hands, he pulled his cock back until the knob was only half inside the rim of her cunt.
Laura groaned. She wanted to cry out to him to fuck her, but she felt too inhibited. Weaving her hips, pushing back, she tried to get his cock inside again. But he kept moving with her and only the head of his cock remained in the hole. Understanding that he would not let her take the initiative, she finally gave in. Vanquished, half mad with impatience, her head rolling from side to side, she began moaning.
Garry chuckled. "Clyde says he stretched your asshole. Is it true?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
She whimpered when he rubbed the ball of his thumb over the rim of her asshole.
Suddenly, with a screwing motion of his hips, he rammed his cock deep into her cunt.
"Oh God, fuck me!" she cried. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He continued fucking her, slamming his cock into the channel, his eyes riveted on the hairless lips of her cunt, her winking brown asshole, her luscious meaty ass, her thighs, her gorgeous legs. The most exciting thing of all was that she still had all her clothes on. He had never fucked a mature woman before and to have her like this, bending over with all her clothes on, was enough to drive him crazy.
Clenching his teeth, leaning over her back, screwing a thumb into her asshole, he let out a deep groan and shot his load.
Once again, her head thrown back, Laura cried out and climaxed.