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My Black Lesbian Barber (FF, indian, lesbians)
by Alisha Mathew (alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com)
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It was a rainy day when I alighted at Bombay for the first time. I was
married to a wealthy businessman from Goa. Rainy days at Bombay are real
hell. You see all beautiful Victorian buildings and Manhattan like sky
scrappers in pictures, films and all other booklets about Bombay. But if
you happen to land at Bombay on a rainy day, your dreams will die first. I
was also like you only, totally upset with the ugly black mud, the roads
full of potholes, train traffic totally disrupted. My husband took a taxi
and we reached a flat complex. But the ground was full of water and street
children were playing in the mud water. I could not distinguish between
road, playground, and campus. Everywhere it was flood like situation.
My husband was wearing loose pants and as soon as he paid for the taxi, to
my astonishment he removed his pants and put it into a cover. He was
wearing his country made shorts and I felt greatly disappointed seeing him
behaving like an illiterate. But he took his big briefcase on top of his
head and walked to the building in front of us like a coolie. He gave me a
hand symbol to stay where I had been. He somehow reached the steps of the
buildings and there was water up to his waist level. Then he returned and
took me like a child and carried me in his hands and walked once again in
the water and reached safely. Then he began to walk to the top floors
through the staircase. There was a large crowd of people sitting at each
steps, some cooking chappathis using stoves and some were mixing wheat
floor using cooking oil and making breads. I found all these things quite
embarrassing. I had to live among these disordered folks. I cursed my fate
and accompanied my husband with my big luggage. At last I reached 4th
floor of the building and my husband took a key from his purse and opened
the door. I too followed him inside my new residence.
It was a one bed room flat. My husband's business was not a flourishing one
at that time. There was a portico type room first with little furniture.
Then we entered to the bedroom cum drawing room. There was a double bed
with a good bedspread. It was evident that it was newly purchased perhaps
after my marriage was fixed. Anyway I was relieved to see that I did not
have to sleep on floor. Then there was a kitchen and adjacent to the
kitchen was a bathroom and latrine. My husband was wearing the same shorts
and he opened his wardrobe and showed me several sarees and churidars he
had bought for me. They were most of out of fashion. It was evident that my
husband was not aware of current trends or fashion. Then he took a bottle
of rum hidden inside one cabin and poured it into a glass. He mixed it with
some water and drank it in one gulp. He did not care about my presence. I
asked him to show me where he has put oils etc. I was planning to take a
bath first. The long train journey in a second class compartment was
tiresome for me. I took a gown from my luggage and proceeded to take bath.
There was no shortage of water. I tried to bolt the door. But the door was
jammed and it was not closing well. I put some oil on my hair and soaked
it well. Then I removed all my clothes and threw them into a bucket and put
some soap powder into it. Then I rubbed the rest of oil on my breasts and
opened the shower. I took some five minutes under the shower and then began
apply soap on my body. I took extra caution to lather my pussy, ass,
breasts and my underarms so that my husband would not feel repelled by my
body odour. I was expecting him to explore my body on that night. We did
not get much privacy after my marriage to fuck good. I was totally
disappointed by his performance so far. It was nowhere coming near to my
anticipations and fantasies which I gained after reading and hearing a lot
about sex after marriage.
Sex before marriage is a taboo subject in India. After I was satisfied that
I was clean and fresh smelling I opened the shower once again. I loved the
heavy shower wetting my whole body. I fantasized about being a model for a
bathing soap, jumping and dancing under a waterfall, which was a famous
soap ad at that time. I came to my senses, when my husband grabbed me. I
did not know when he had opened the door and joined me under the shower. He
smelled heavily of rum and smoke. I felt vomiting when he kissed me with
his big moustache rubbing all over my nose and his bad breath. But I did
not show any reluctance from my part. Like any devoted wife of an Indian
man, I too had got my coaching from elders to obey my husband, cook good
food for him, behave like a slave to him and be ready to take him to a
prostitute if he asked me so.
He then took me out of bathroom and placed me on the bed. I told him I was
wet and I had to dry myself. But he was not going to hear any of my talks.
He was intoxicated with his rum and I looked at the bottle which was placed
on the table. It was almost empty. I wondered how did he manage to drink it
without any snacks or food. His penis was looking angry at my pussy. It was
now very thick and I wondered how could he insert that big penis into my
pussy. During my masturbations I was able to insert only three fingers into
my pussy while I was at maximum heat. I did not have to wait much. I felt a
pain at my vagina for an instant and then he was inside me like a snake
entering its den. I felt terrible pain, but after my husband began moving
inside my pain was subdued and I felt something ticking inside my pussy
folds. Soon he found his rhythm and was breathing heavily and was muttering
sounds like an animal. He was taking in his native language which was
Konkan and no one could understand it other than his family. Even after ten
years of marriage I still could not recognize a syllabi of that language.
The language has no script, so we can learn it only by speaking!.
He moved about three to five minutes in me. I was laying like a pinned
animal with a big pole inserted into my pussy. My husband's heavy body was
crushing my slim figure. My bones were going to be broken. His belly was
pressing my pelvis and I found it very ticklish. It felt like a big balloon
full of water being pressed to my belly. As his belly was covered with
small hairs it felt very ticklish to me. I loved the feeling better than
the pleasure I received by intercourse.
Thus we started our married life far away from our relatives and soon we
found the rhythm of life and adjusted with the life at Bombay. My husband
starts early in the morning at 8 am and used come back around 10 pm. So I
was left alone at my flat and started learning computer classes and with my
accountancy and law background it was easy to get a job. I changed jobs at
different companies and decided to try for a government job. All the
private jobs were paying much but they were exploiting us to maximum
extent. In government jobs salary is comparatively less but we don't have
much to perform anyway. I got pregnant soon after my marriage and delivered
my girl promptly after 12 months of my marriage.
When we both started earning we sold our old flat and bought a new one
which was at the ground floor and rooms were more spacious. But it was
still an one bed room flat. But it was in good locality and railway station
was near so that my husband can commute at ease. One morning after I had
said good bye to my husband and put my daughter at her school, I was
relaxing after all morning chores were over by reading news paper and
sipping a cup of tea. There was one knock at the door and I looked through
the peep hole and saw a dark lady standing at the door. I opened the door
and asked her what was the matter. She was obviously looked like a local
woman, wearing the traditional Maratti( Local people of Bombay is referred
as Maratti) dress viz a long sary worn with an edge taken between the legs
and inserted into the channel between the buttocks. This style looked
awkward to me first but it helped them to move faster carrying load on the
head. When they move it was nice to see their buttocks moving like a
grinder up and down right and left. Most of the Maratta woman had big
buttocks too. They had enormous breasts and the upper part of the breasts
and cleavages were open for everybody to ogle.
The lady standing before me was saying something in her native language
which I could not understand. Then she changed to Hindi and told me that
she came to my flat to enquire about whether I need to shave my armpits.
This was news to me. I have never heard about barbers for ladies and they
visit flat to flats!?. I told her that I did not understand her profession.
She then smiled at me showing her pearly white teeth that she was a barber
who visits flats and shaves armpits of ladies. In cities ladies were
sleeveless blouses and shirts showing the armpits. The armpit hair is
considered as a taboo somehow in history. We never see a film actress with
a dark pit under her arms. It is prerequisite to shave them and keep as
smooth as possible. Recently one actress had declared in an interview that
the most discomforting thing for her is that she cannot grow hair under her
arms. Only in Italy woman does not shave their armpits. In western
countries ladies wax their underarms whenever possible. But waxing is a
painful and expensive technique.
An average India woman cannot spend a fortune each month on doing waxing or
going to beauty parlours for getting them shaved wherever they please. So
those who want to wear the sleeveless blouses steal their husband's or
brother's shaving set and shaves it themselves. But shaving is an art and
it is to be done with care and at peace. There is great difficulty when our
right arm is to be shaved as the left hand may not be flexible as our right
hand. But in cities where there is a will there is a way. Everything is
delivered at your doorsteps.
So coming back to the story, the woman told me about how she shaves the
ladies in our flat complex, then I also thought I may try it for the first
time. I invited her in and closed the door. She then opened a case and took
a sharp knife and some soap out. I was shocked to see a knife for shaving
purpose since I was expecting a safety razor. But she told me there was
nothing to worry and it would be a smooth experience. I then removed my
blouse and sat before her in my bra. She opened my arms and looked at the
pit growth. I could feel the smell of sweat and perspiration from my
armpits. She touched my pit and put her fingers to her nose and sniffed for
an instant. Then without applying any soap she used the razor sharp knife
and in an instant I saw some soft hair falling down. She repeated the same
to me left hand too. And within two seconds she had done first round. Then
she shaved once again on both underarms so that the surface got smooth. She
then touched there with her fingers and searched for any stubbles. She said
the work was finished and I asked her about fee. She said it was only two
rupees. It was a paltry sum. Then she took my pit hair fallen on the floor
together and put it in a plastic cover. I asked her what does she want with
it. She then told me that my pit hair was so soft and she had liked the
smell on them. She told me that she had collected it to sniff at leisure.
I was stunned by her bold remark. Then I gave her two rupees and she was
left. I was thinking about her taking my pit hair home to sniff at!. It was
totally ridiculous. Then I too started wearing sleeveless blouses and I
understood the need for shaving our pits as people would look at our opened
body parts and may ogle at good pits. The armpits of women can make men go
crazy. Each men is in search of a good armpit. The armpit hair makes them
think about pussy. It is an aphrodisiac to many men. The maratti woman came
to my house next week and knocked. But I told her that I like to have hair
grown in my pits and I do not plan to go sleeveless everyday. She was gone
with a sullen face.
I felt pity towards her making a living by shaving other women's pits. It
looked a pathetic job to me, so out of pity I used her service occasionally
and I gave her food which was left balance of previous day's dinner. She
expressed her gratitude and told me that nobody had given her food from our
flats and most of the time she was starving. This open remark made me more
compassionate to her. I then made some household activities like washing
bedsheets, taking wheat to flour mills to be done by her and used to give
her some money.
This went on for an year and we became friends. Her name was Poornima. She
would take my daughter to the adjacent park and would baby sit
occasionally. My husband did not like anybody from outside visiting us. He
was of opinion that all the local people are cheats and thieves. He scolded
me for encouraging woman to come and chat with me. But I told her that I
had nothing much to do in the afternoon and perhaps I could learn Maratti
language by chatting with her. He was pleased about me learning native
language and he told me that it would give us an added advantage of
considered as a local family and it would be helpful when riots etc occur,
which occurred most of the time during festival seasons.
My husband went for a conference at Bangalore and told me to take care of
myself for a week. He was planning to visit his parents in the return trip
and it may take one week to come back. I gave him a go ahead sign and thus
was left home alone with my kid. Then rain started out of season. My office
got a few holidays declared by the government. On one night, the rain was
falling continuously from the evening and I had cooked food for me and kid
and was reading a book. Then I heard a knock at the door. I was afraid
about some unexpected guest or intruder and looked through my peephole. It
was the Maratta woman standing at my door steps completely drenched in the
rain. I opened the door and asked her what was the emergency. She then told
me that she may not get train to go to her place and everywhere flood like
situation has raised. She begged me to allow her to stay at my doorsteps.
She said she would sleep in some newspaper and start in the early morning.
I considered the situation and decided to give her shelter. She could not
murder me as I had a revolver hidden in my house. She was drenched and was
smelling awful. I asked her to take a bath first if she want to stay at my
flat. She walked cautiously without wetting my floor and I gave her an old
cotton sary to wear. She then asked me if I could spare some mustard oil to
her. I gave her a bottle which I sparingly used. The mustard oil is used
for cooking fish, and as a massaging oil which was preferred by North
Indian people. It had a strong smell and therefore I did not like it. But
it can warm our body within instant if we rub it on us.
I then retired to my room and started reading the paper. Soon I heard a
folk song being sung by the maratta woman. I was curious to see what made
her such glorious mood. When I reached the kitchen I could see her applying
mustard oil all over her body standing in the bathroom and singing loudly.
She was completely naked and she was jet black all over. Her body was
glistening with oil and sweat. She was standing against me and I could see
her hands busy applying oil on her back and buttocks. Obviously she was
using the chance given to her to the maximum and about quarter of the oil
bottle was empty. Her hair was put above her head as a bunch and she had
only a red string with some locket attached to it at her waist. She had put
on leg on a platform and was massaging her big buttocks alternatively. With
in a flash her round ass was in full view. Her ass was even more fair than
rest of her body, but areas near her ass cheek was brownish black. She did
not have any hair on or around her ass cheek. I was little surprised as
most of the Maratti women hardly shave anywhere. They think that hair on
their ass, around pussy and even armpits are sexy which really is. But I
was quite surprised not seeing any hair on her ass. But I was not to be
disappointed. Rather Purnima's clean ass mounds made a stinging feeling in
my cunt. Then she bent down to take some more oil giving a broad display of
her ass hole to my eager eyes. Her ass holes was a blackish brown spot in
the middle of very fair skin. The ass cheeks were reddish and everything
was clean shaved. I was putting my hands into my panties and rubbing my
pussy now. Purnima then did some thing very strange. She brought on of her
finger with long nails near her ass hole and started scratching her ass
cheek. She then inserted the finger inside her ass hole only a little bit
and poked her ass for some long 30 seconds. She then brought her finger out
and smelled it holding it before her nose. I could not clearly see her cunt
as she was standing. But I could tell that her cunt was also completely
shaven. Purnima then raised both of her hands over her head for oiling her
hair. I was watching the big blotch of wetness from sweat at her armpits.
She had a big bush of black hair on both of her armpit. I had never seen
something so sexy in his life. She was shaving every woman's armpits in
these flats I wiped my tongue and lips imagining how delicious and sexy it
would be to lick the sweat out of her armpit hair. Purnima seemed unaware
of my presence and the effect of her nude body on me. But I was yet to see
her frontal nudity from my angle of view. But I managed to get an over all
idea about her black tits. Her tits looked bigger than I was expected when
I see under her bra now. Then she moves sideways and started rubbing oil
on her big black breasts. I had never seen any tits so beautiful in his
life, not even in porno movies starring Negro women who are famous for
their biggest globes of breast meat. They were fair, full, little sagged
with jet black nipples and very large. They seemed to be lager than what
appears from outside. I could imagine myself touching Poornima's tits with
both hands and licking her nipples. Purnima then started pouring water on
her body and wiped all the sweat from her body with a towel. She raised her
armpit again and wiped the sweat from there too. She then brought her nose
close to one of the armpits and smelled it. She looked satisfied with the
smell.
Then she began applying soap on her body. She used half of my toilet soap
within a few minutes and used it to remove all oil she had just applied.
She was not using shower but taking water from a bucket using a mug. And
she had forgotten to close the door too. Perhaps she was used to bath in
open as her hut in a slum area could not offer much privacy. I had seen
women from the slums shitting near railway tracks sitting on the tracks and
covering their face using their sary. Very near to them men may be sitting
doing the same thing. And trains may be passing within five minutes gap,
when a train approaches they just jump from the track and soon after its
gone they will once again continue shitting sitting on the track!. I have
never imagined they were such courageous people. Life in a Bombay slum
takes away all of your shame, self respect etc and soon you become an
animal, unabashed about your privacy, nudity and interested only to make
more money. I could see her black body from behind and I did not get a
clear frontal view of her nudity. If she had a white skin she would be more
beautiful than me. As she wears ugly clothes and chew tobacco and never
appeared as if taken a bath her real beauty was concealed before other's
eyes.
I thought it improper to stand there and watch her nudity while taking a
bath and came back to my room. I could feel my pussy getting heated up and
begging my hands to masturbate. I looked at my daughter. She was sleeping
peacefully. After some time Poornima appeared from the bathroom with a
smile on her face. She was humming another folk song in her native
language. I could recognise some terms and could guess it was a song in
dirty slang. She was wearing only the cotton sary, which I gave to her. She
was not wearing any blouse or brassieres. She wore the sary in a round way
fashion so that it would cover her breasts from a frontal view. But I could
see her breasts and most of her backside by a side view. The way she dress
could not cover her side view and I could see her breasts and I loved every
moment of it. I was flabbergasted to notice her teats. She had very large
and long nipples. It was sticking out of her sary like a small finger. Most
of the Maratta women have taut and long nipples, which always protrude
out. I could not control myself any longer. I was damn sure that if I sit
there watching her semi nude body I might go mad and will rape her. So I
proceeded to the kitchen and took some chappathis and poured some dal curry
over it and put some red chillie pickles and offered it to her. I took some
bread and omlette for me. We started eating it, I was sitting on chair and
she preferred to sit on the floor.
She was occasionally looking at a shelf nearby and smiling at me. I could
not understand her message. I asked her what was that. She then caught my
attention towards a bottle of rum which was kept by my husband for his use.
I never drink such strong liquors and I hate the smell of rum. She was
begging me for some rum from my husband's store. I could not deny her
request. I knew that rum was the most cheap liquor and my husband might not
scold me if he find out that I have taken from it. I opened the shelf and
took the rum bottle and poured a half glass of rum and added water to
it. She grabbed it from my hands and greedily drank it in one gulp. She
then asked me for one more helping. I poured another half glass of rum and
started adding water to it. But she took that water bottle away and drank
it raw!. My god, she is a drunk it seems!. Anyway I put the bottle away and
she got the message that she was not going to get anymore rum. She then sat
silently and ate the food. Then she took my plates and washed them well and
put them on the shelf.
I gave her a mat to sleep and one sheet for her to cover herself. She laid
the cover on the mat and lay over it. She put her hands above her head and
I could thus see her armpit bush and my head started spinning seeing the
bushy pit. I asked her, ""Poorni,, you have not shaven your armpit hair?
why did you grow hair on your armpits while you are shaving every other
woman and earning a living with the money". Poornima smiled at me and said
" I'll never shave hairs on my armpits. Only my pussy and ass will be clean
shaved. My husband won't permit me to shave there. He liked the smell of my
bushy armpits". She then asked me, "Madame have you shaved your pussy and
ass by the way?". I was stunned at her question. I told her that I had been
shaven when I was admitted for delivery.
I still remember it as a most painful experience. There were about six
women fully pregnant in a room and a nurse came with a razor for shaving
us. She did not bother to apply any soap and shaved us raw. We were
experiencing shaving for the first time and thought it was customary at
hospitals not to apply soap and wet hair. But the lady next to me
complained to her that she does not know how to shave and why did she not
applying soap. But the nurse was very arrogant and replied that it was not
her duty to shave women's pussies. "You are coming here for delivery and
having a forest between your legs. What do you think we are here for?, you
should have shaved good and come prepared. I don't have time to soap your
bloody pussies and pleasure you with shaving. Lay there still or you will
be hurt", saying this she removed part of her bush with a scissors and
shaved and she was writhing in pain. The others soon learnt a lesson and
did not say anything and suffered the atrocity of the inexperienced nurse.
I replied her that I prefer a bit of bush on my pussy and I did not have
any hair near my anus. I then changed to my night dress and lay myself
along with my kid. The bed room light was on. Since Poorni was drunk and
tired she started sleeping right away. I could not get sleep and I lay
there thinking about the shower scene I had just viewed and I looked at the
floor and looked at Poorni. I could hear her low snoring sound. Her upper
part of dress had fallen around and I could see her breasts naked. Her head
was turned on her right side and I was looking at her from her left side on
my cot.
I could not resist the temptation to look at her big breasts once again
clearly. So I moved silently to the mat and with slow moves removed the
upper part of cloth covered her fully away. I stood apart and looked at the
beautiful view offered to me by Poorni in her sleep. Her big breasts were
well rounded and as heavy as two footballs. Since she had applied mustard
oil all over her body there was a glistening sparkle on her breasts. I
looked at her big nipples. I could not resist the temptation to touch
them. I had to do that otherwise I die, I thought. I put my hands on her
breasts and looked at her face for response. She did not move a bit. Thus
encouraged I began moving my hands over her beautiful round big breasts and
I took her large nipples in my hand and measured the length. The nipples
were iron hard as I thought. I looked once again to her face to see whether
they became hard because of my touch. Was she awake, but I did not see any
response. Her breathing was as normal as it was. Then I desired to inspect
her armpit more closely. I moved her hands a bit away from her body and
moved bit by bit until it was wider enough to feast my eyes on her bushy
armpits. As if she had read my thoughts she scratched her hair in her sleep
and without much move from my side I could clearly see her armpit hair. It
reminded my like a perfect black pussy. The hairs were sprouting outside
and were reaching almost her breasts from the roots situated at the middle
portion of her armpits. I remembered her words about her husband sniffing
at her armpits and not permitting her to shave her pit hair fearing he
might loss the natural odour of her pit. I wanted to sniff at it and feel
it myself. But I still was not getting courage for sniffing. I did not know
how many men had violated her in her life, in fact I did not know anything
about her sex life so far.
I moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge for drinking some cool
water. Then I saw the rum bottle and without thinking much I poured a stiff
one into a glass and added water to it. I took it and gulped in one move,
the taste was bitter. I was getting courage. I had one more drink and
returned to my room. Poorni was sleeping in the same position. Her bushy
pits were inviting me. My mouth was watering at the sight of her upper
nudity before me. She was so plump and I kissed her on her armpits and
sniffed her smell from armpits. Her husband was right there was something
peculiar about her armpit smell. It remembered me of a garlic flower and it
was stimulating me. Then she moved sideways closing her armpits. I jerked
away and looked at her backside. It was black but so smooth like Naomi
Campbell's smooth body. I touched her backside and I felt I was touching
butter. The mustard oil had a bad smell but the skin was made so soft and
loved the touch of her flesh under my hands. I lay close to her. I was
getting my head heavy. The problem with rum is that it hits directly to our
heads and vanish in the same pace. I was getting enough courage to explore
further. I did not mind even if she awake and I was ready for some
explanation. My blood was boiling at the sight of the nude black woman
lying close to me. I moved close to her and touched her nipples from
behind. I loved the feeling of getting her nipples iron hard in my fingers
and I started massaging those big breasts from my angle and I suspected her
body temperature had increased. Then I longed for one view at her pussy.
Every woman craves for the view of another woman's pussy and tits. It is
due to curiosity more than streak of lesbianism. God had created all human
as bisexuals, there will be no person from either sex who had not
experience a caress or a seductive look from a close friend or relation of
same sex. I was in such a frenzy and I was not going to stop. I really need
a view of her black pussy. I knew she was drunk and could offer no
restriction. So I tried to remove the remaining clothes from her body away
and I forced her to lay on her back so that I can get a full view of her
frontal nudity.
I was getting bolder. I put my hands into her lap and took away the edge of
her dress put inside her waistline string. I moved her dress from her body
and she was laying spread_eagled fashion before me. I looked at her
pussy. She was keeping her legs crossed preventing me an inside view. I
should apply pressure to part her legs and it might obviously wake her
up. I could see only the upper part of her pubic triangle. It was neatly
shaved and looked so smooth. I wandered over her upper triangle and the
smoothness of the part interested me. How could I resist my temptation to
part her legs and peep at her labia. I brought up some courage and tried to
move one of her leg away from the other. Her big thighs were so creamy and
I felt as if I was touching a buttered surface. Even if she looked ugly and
not bathed most of the time, her private parts were superb. Her creamy
thighs were dark but so soft and there was no hair on them. I kissed the
inner sides of her thighs. That was a better idea than to apply force as
she slightly parted her legs and continued to sleep as a child. Now I could
see the rose coloured opening of her vagina. I moved my nose up to her
vagina and inhaled her smell. She smelled heavily of sweat, soap and
mustard oil. I did not dare to insert my tongue into her pussy. Then she
moved once again and lay with her backside facing me and prevented the
celestial view of her frontal nudity to be. But I was not to be
disappointed since she was now offering the sexuality of her full back
uncovered to my feasting eyes. Her buttocks looked like two black hill tops
and they were tightly spaced so that the channel between them could not
accommodate even a piece of silk between them. I loved to see her beautiful
butt. The backside of her butts where the thighs start was doubly black
than her other parts. Somehow her extreme blackness there attracted me. I
put my hands over there and cupped her buttocks. I felt like I was kneading
a finely powdered wheat flour using a generous amount of cooking oil. Such
was the feeling, I loved it.
I kneaded her fat black buttocks like that for some time. I parted her butt
and looked at her asshole. It was so small for a big lady like her. Now I
was satisfied with my explorations and decided to stop and go to sleep. I
moved to my bed and looking at her nude body laying below on the floor, I
hiked my dress and inserted a finger into my vagina. It was wet with my
love juices. And I started masturbating slowly. I rubbed the upper edge of
my vagina till my rosebud clit was enlarged and I took it like a button and
rolled it between my fingers. Then I closed my eyes and dreamed about
standing in a shower with my barber Poornima naked and fully coated with
oil. I loved the fantasy and soon inserted more and more fingers into me.
I then felt a kiss on my pussy and opened my eyes and found that Poornima
was sitting on the floor naked and her head was touching my thighs and she
was kissing on my pussy. 'Madame, I was looking for eating your pussy,
please allow me, I just love it' she said in her language. I was happy and
offered her my body. She took my cunt hair in her throat and moved her
tongue on my cunt. Then she told me, 'Madame, I will shave you first, I
cannot keep your long hair in my mouth, if you allow me to shave your cunt,
I can please you to the maximum.' I was getting impatient, I nodded her.
She then went to the bathroom as naked as she was born and returned with
soap and a mug full of water. She parted my legs wide and applied soap on
my thick cunt hair using a brush. When it was a good lather she used her
sharp knife on the surface and started doing her job. She was an expert in
cunt shaving. I think she is better there than at armpits. When she shaved
my pelvis and pubic mound she asked me to sit in bed keeping my head
high. She then put a pillow under my buttocks and carefully began to shave
my outer labia and after ten minutes she told me that it was completely
done. She took a small mirror from the table and put it to view my pussy.
Wah, she was a lovely barber, my cunt was as hairless as my daughter's
pussy. I moved my fingers over it and felt the smoothness. Then she put
some dettol( deodorant) into the water and washed my pussy without wetting
my bed. Then she dried my vagina using my own night dress. She then lifted
my thighs up and she too joined my bed and kissed my pussy.
She was looking into my eyes lying between my legs. She had a laugh of a
victorious person. She put her long tongue outside and used it as a sharp
penis and inserted into my vagina. It was a feeling like your whole pussy
was stuffed with a soft but thick flannel, which moved inside touching all
my nerves and my pussy was writhing for some free space. She used her
tongue to create a whirlwind in my whole vagina and I was clenching my
hands on the pillow's sides and I felt I am going to die. It was like I am
taken to Mount Everest and was going to be dropped into the valley like an
ice ball. She then put her thumb finger to top of my vagina and rubbed my
clitoris and never stopped her tongue's movement for one instant. At last I
felt two or three orgasms building up inside me and they happened like a
wave created when you throw a stone into a still pond. I never in my
experienced such a batch of consecutive orgasms.
She then lay there silently for some time and I moved to downside and
kissed her.As our lips touched, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I
could feel my clitoris begin to throb as though it were psychically linked
to my tongue. With just one kiss she made me come alive; what I thought was
dead, broken now pulsated with desire.
I kissed her deep as I allowed my hands to explore her body. No longer in a
drunken frenzy, slowly I made my way towards her bare breasts tasting them
one at a time. I could feel her loving gaze on me as I made my way down,
between her legs.
We made love again and again that night. I had had no idea I could feel so
much. This was more than flesh on flesh. My Soul seemed to be dancing
around the room, free at last. My body tingled with desire and the space
between us, once filled with tension and anxiety now sparkled with
electricity.
Thus I became addicted to pussy eating and I bet my lesbian barber is the
best women who had loved me and will remain the same. My husband was
surprised to see my pussy hairless. He was also excited by the view of my
bald pussy. He asked me why did I do it. I told him that I was getting a
feeling that sweat and perspiration had condensed at my pussy and the smell
may offend him and decided to shave and grow hair afresh. He told me he
would like such surprises. I was feeling guilty to cheat on him in his
absence. So I gave him a good fellatio and after that he fucked me. He told
me that he was getting a feeling that he was fucking a minor girl and he
loved it. He then asked me to shave once in a while and thus shaving has
improved our sexual life.
The barber Poornima sneaks into my house like an ardent lover whenever she
saw my husband going for a tour and I have never disclosed my amorous
adventures with my same sex to him. I know no husband would like to hear
that. It will bruise their ego and why should a happily married wife spoil
her life committing such blunders. God created us to enjoy sex and in
whatever form available to us. SO DEAR FOLKS WHY WAIT, MAKE LOVE AS MANY
TIMES AS YOU PLEASE. SEX NO BAR.