From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Shave My Legs... Then My (MF, cons)
Date: 10 Jan 1996 19:15:51 GMT

			    Shave my Legs
			    Then my Cunt!

	Poor sweet Bobby, he's such an affectionate young man. He just
turned twenty-three the other day, but he's still young enough to pass
as my son. As a matter of fact, the other night when he took me out to
dinner the waiter really upset him when he asked Bobby if his `mother'
would want a separate bill!

	Unlike so many women today, I am not ashamed of the fact that
I am over forty. In fact, I'm rather proud of the way I've managed to
keep in shape. Two of the things I'm most proud of is my breasts, and
I like to show them off every chance I get. I like to wear blouses and
sweaters that accentuate my 38Cs, and often I go bra-less. That's
one of the reasons my Bobby was so attracted to me. My boobs are big
but firm, without even a hint of sagging, and my nipples when they get
excited are the size of thimbles.

	Bobby started working at the radio store next door to the
women's clothing store where I work, about a year ago. He has plans of
opening up his own store in a few years, so he is saving hard, and I
help him save now by not letting him spend all his money on me. The
stores are rather small ones in a big mall, so it was inevitable that
we would start running in to each other on regular basis. It started
innocently enough with us having coffee together during our breaks,
but as time passed he started opening up to me and would regularly
complain about the girls he was dating.

	At first I thought that he was looking to me for some womanly
advice, but as the weeks progressed, I could see that he was making
passes at me. Well I was really flattered because Bobby is a good
looking young man, but I remained cool about it since I wanted someone
who was interested in a long time, and not just a good time!

	Nearly six months passed before Bobby and I finally went out
together. It was just after Christmas, and I was feeling a bit of the
holiday blues, when Bobby called up and asked if he could take me out
for a holiday drink. I said "sure, why not," and about an hour later
we were sitting together in a fancy bar. I looked around at all the
beautiful young ladies there with their handsome dates and asked Bobby
if he wasn't a bit ashamed to be seen out with an older woman like me.

	He said that these girls didn't have a thing on me, and
started to count off on his fingers all the ways that I was better
then any of them. He had already mentioned intelligence, personality
and maturity when he leaned closed and whispered "big tits". I stopped
him then, before he got too carried away. The alcohol must have freed
his inhibitions! I was flattered and said so, but also a bit
embarrassed. I gulped my drink quickly and Bobby ordered another for
me. By the time he took me home I was feeling no pain and I invited
him in for a nightcap. Once inside the door, I forgot about the drink
and put my arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. I don't
think that Bobby expected things to go so quickly that night, but I
was lonely and I was horny!

	Bobby proved to be very good in the bedroom, licking my pussy
to an orgasm before he even thought about putting his cock in me. When
he did though, he made sure that it was good for me too, holding off
from his own climax until I had cum twice more. When he shot his load
into me I could feel the heat rise to my head. That boy can fire more
juice in one cum then most men can in a whole night!

	He asked if he could stay the night, and already half asleep I
answered that he could only if he made me breakfast in the morning.
The next morning I was awakened by the smell of fresh coffee. I put on
my housecoat and headed downstairs to find Bobby frying up bacon.

	Disappointment showed on his face when he saw me. "Oh Lisa,"
he pouted, "I wanted to wake you up with breakfast in bed." I was just
thrilled that morning! Every time I put down my cup, Bobby would rush
to refill it. This kind of pampering a girl could get used to!

	Breakfast over, I left Bobby to clean up the dishes while I
went for a bath. About halfway through a luxurious soak I decided to
press my luck. "Bobby dear," I called out, "would you be a good boy
and scrub my back?" Well the words were hardly out of my mouth when
Bobby rushed in. I noticed right away the telltale bulge in his
slacks.

	I told him that before he could properly concentrate on
washing me, I'd have to do something about his obvious discomfort. I
instructed him to get undressed and to stand beside the tub so that I
could properly take care of him. He was naked in a flash with his
erection staring me right in the face. I started to pull his foreskin
back and forth across his swollen cock head, and used my other hand to
gently squeeze his balls. His breath started to come in gasps and I
knew that he was fast approaching climax. His eyes were closed in
ecstasy now in anticipation of his release.

	Quickly, just before be blew his load, I wrapped my lips
around his joy stick and sucked him to the finish line. He cried out
in pleasure when my lips locked around his shaft and he immediately
erupted, sending torrents of hot cum down my throat. I licked up every
last drop then released him from my grip.

	It took Bobby a few minutes to regain his composure, but when
he had sufficiently calmed down he dropped to his knees beside the
tub, took the sponge I handed him and started to wash my body all
over! What a glorious feeling! This good looking guy paying all that
attention to my body. Bobby raised my leg out of the water and started
to lather up my toes and legs when he asked casually if I had ever
considered shaving my pussy.

	Well the truth of the matter is that I had done it before but
found that it was too much of a hassle keeping it up. After a few days
the stubble would drive me crazy and I told him so. Bobby said that
if I would consent to letting him shave my twat that he would bath me
and shave me every day for the rest of my life. I just laughed at that
promise, but he swore that he was sincere. I told him that shaving
every day would get to be painful, but I did like the idea of being
bathed by him. I told him I would put him to a test of patience. He
was to shave my legs and paint my toenails every other day for a
month. If he lived up to his end then I would know that he could keep
his promise.

	It became a bit of a ritual after that. Every other night
after my bath, Bobby would sit on the floor at my feet with a wash
basin, a can of shaving cream, a good sharp razor, a towel and a
bottle of fingernail polish. After carefully shaving and powdering my
legs, Bobby would raise my feet, one at a time, into his lap and apply
a good heavy coat of polish to each one of my nails. I also taught
him, and he became quite good at trimming and filing them too.

	Afterwards he would rub my entire body down with some nice
smelling powder, and after I was really relaxed he would start to lick
at my snatch. Every night for that first glorious month I luxuriated
in the warm afterglow of the fantastic orgasms he could give me with
his tongue. He never asked for a thing in return, he seemed extremely
happy just making me happy. Of course, after some terrific oral action
I was almost always in the need to have him fill my gap with his hard
prick and feel his seed explode inside of me. Sometimes when I was
feeling very generous, I would treat him to an hour long blow job.
Always stopping just before his climax so that his pleasure would be
prolonged, and when I finally sucked him to the brink I would be
rewarded with gallons of his hot sticky spunk!

	The month was up before I knew it, and being true to my word,
that night I let him take the scissors and trim away all the excess
hair around my horny cunt. After he was finished doing my legs he took
a great big gob of shaving cream and worked it all around my juicy
hole. Then he carefully started sliding the razor around till I was as
naked as a jaybird. Bobby then took a warm wash cloth and wiped away
the left over shaving cream and sat at my feet admiring my now naked
pink pussy lips.

	That night he licked me to so many orgasms that I passed out
with the pleasure, it was so intense! I woke up to feel the stickiness
of my own juices on my legs and properly scolded Bobby for making such
a mess of me. I made him lick all of my juices off of my steamy snatch
and thighs. Then I had him kneel between my legs and I ordered him to
jack off on my swollen cunt lips.

	I watched his face contort with pleasure as he pulled on his
own rod obeying my instructions. I told him that he had better make
sure that all of his cum landed on my hot box because I needed his to
rub that soothing ointment into my gash. Then I told him that after he
was done rubbing it in, I wanted him to lick me clean again!

	His face showed his surprise, but the idea must have turned
him on though because right then he shot a bigger load of cum then I
had even been a witness to! Spurt after spurt flew out of his swollen
prick head and landed smack dab on my swollen clit. After a quick rub
around with his fingers, he had his head buried in my naked snatch
licking up his own goo juice.

	It's been three months now since Bobby first shaved my snatch,
and true to his word he shaves it faithfully. The only thing is, is
that Bobby has grown addicted to the taste of his own cum, and loves
to lick it off of my cunt lips. That leaves hardly any for me to
swallow or to feel inside of me.

	I really shouldn't complain though since Bobby still loves to
eat my twat for hours on end, and he still makes me breakfast every
morning. Every night he runs my bath and scrubs the days worries out
of my body, and when we go to sleep now, Bobby lies with his lips
attached to my breast. All in all I think I've got it pretty good. I
think I'll keep him for a while!

				The End