Loading...I guess it started back during my six years in the forces. Walking past a barbers shop in Turkey, Tom bet me that I would never be able to shave myself using the cut throat razor that the proprietor of the establishment in question wielded so effortlessly.
I told him that I would have it nailed in two weeks and that I would even be able to do it without cutting my face in that time.
Of course we had been drinking or I never would have accepted the challenge but, a bet is a bet. Later that day I bought the razor that has done me proud ever since and the leather strop for sharpening it to an edge that could divide the soul from the intellect.
In fact I took to it far more easily than I expected and within a week I collected fifty pounds, a not inconsiderable sum to myself in those days.
Fast forward several years and I am working as a psychiatric nurse, have my own place with a lodger, Eileen with benefits. We didn’t cheat — if we were going out with anyone else we didn’t fuck each other but if we were both single we would enjoy some damn good sex.
About three years into this arrangement, Eileen was going through a pretty tough time, her mother was dying of lung cancer and it was not pleasant to see, even for someone like me who had trained I general nursing and who didn’t have the close emotional bond of daughter and mother. Her mum approved of me and thought we should get married so I accompanied Eileen on some of her visits to her mum and even helped out with some of her care at times.
After these visits Eileen would drink. It started off innocently enough, just one or two glasses of wine and then I would hold her while she sobbed her heart out. After a while however it increased to the point where she was drinking more than my old forces buddies could manage and that is saying something.
One day, I had put her to bed, when she had passed out, I was up all night watching her in case she should vomit and choke on her own sick. When eventually she had sobered up enough to be able to eat and the hangover was gone I told her, “If you pass out on me again like that, I am going to take that razor of mine and shave that red bush till your mound is as smooth as a babies bottom.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Eileen told me without conviction. She knew it had been a bet that got me into using the razor in the first place.
“You try me.” I said and to give her her due, Eileen made a real effort and stayed off the booze for the next couple of weeks. However, inevitably after one particularly harrowing visit, she passed out again. I put her to bed with a couple of thick towels under her bottom and got out my shaving kit.
It did not even feel particularly sexual, an inert body, even naked does not excite me. At least I didn’t have to compete with her squirming from being ticklish. After thoroughly washing the area and lathering up a few swift strokes and it was done. I allowed myself a smile as I wondered what the different reactions would have been had I tried to do the same thing when doing my general nursing training instead of using the safety razors provided? I had once shaved a woman before a caesarian section and I had shaved maybe half a dozen men before different operations.
It would have been so much quicker but as a man, I cringe to the thought of a real razor that close to my cock, especially in someone else’s hands.
I rubbed some massage oil into the area and then once I was sure Eileen was safe I went off to get some sleep myself.
I was woken by screams.
“You fucking bastard!”
I decided to play it cool.
“What’s wrong, I didn’t cut you at all.”
Eileen hardly spoke to me that day as she struggled with working out what she felt about my actions. She had talked about trying waxing after a boyfriend had talked to her about how sexy he thought it would be but never had the courage to go through with it.
Another 48 hours later we had some of the hottest sex since we first met. She was lying on top of me, my now semi-hard cock still inside of her when I said, “Next time I will do the hair on your head as well.”
Now if Eileen had had an impressive bush, the locks on her head were luxurious. All her girlfriends envied here her shining red locks which reached down to her ass.
“I really don’t want to see you destroying yourself and I can’t be your therapist and fuck buddy as well.”
fortunately her mother died soon after that and while it was sad, everyone who knew her was pleased that she was no longer suffering.
Fast forward another few years and I have taken early retirement but to pay the mortgage am doing some work as a massage practitioner and aromatherapist, mostly with people I know or their friends. Only a few clients come from the advertising after the first couple of years, most are from word of mouth if you are any good. Eileen had a place of her own but was using my place for her fortieth birthday party as it had a bit more space than hers.
It wasn’t going to be a big affair, Elizabeth, and Fiona, two of her closest female friends and their boyfriends, Tina and Sarah, a lesbian couple who were also really close to her, Eileen and myself.
A couple of weeks before the event, Fis boyfriend, Tony and Liz’s, Adam got totally wrecked, Tony took the keys to Fis car, gave them to Adam who then proceeded to drive them into the path of another car. Both ended up in the nick after they left hospital and both were ex-boyfriends of their respective partners.
Eileen and I tried to find some suitable partners for the party but out of the single men we knew, a couple were gay, two just unable to make the date and as for the others, well there were good reasons they were single.
So, on the night in question it was myself and five girls. Not that I was expecting any action except from Eileen after everyone else had left or gone to bed. I had enough space to put everyone up if needs be.
I am a more than adequate cook but on this occasion I excelled myself. Everything seemed to go just right. I had checked that I didn’t need to do vegetarian/vegan/gluten free options for anyone, made sure I had all the ingredients except for those that had to be fresh or were coming from my garden/allotment a week in advance. A trip up the hill to Wandlebury for the meat and down to the farmers’ market at Shelford for the fish and a cooking marathon. I made the cake over a month in advance and got a friend with a steadier hand than myself to ice it.
I put rather more horse radish into the mackerel pâté as I like the bite of it and this went down well with my guests. I know some would have objected to this but the gamble paid off. All seemed to particularly relish the home made gooseberry wine. Well the Romans used the hairy grape to make wine in Britain so why not follow the tradition?
With the Pork,roasted over the top of an assortment of vegetables for four hours, we had a twelve year old bottle of St Emmillon. And to accompany the cake which was decidedly sozzled itself I opened the last but one bottle of my blackcurrant mead. This was made with a yeast that can ferment up to twenty-five per cent alcohol by volume and so was up to the strength of fortified wines like port.
None of us were drunk but we all had a pleasant glow as we made our way with the rest of the bottle to the lounge where, “The Beast” was roaring.
“The Beast” is a twenty-two kilowatt wood stove that pushes almost three quarters of it’s output to the hot water tank which also supplies the central heating for my home. This leaves rather more for the room than is needed but when it gets too hot, I just open the doors to let the heat out to the rest of the house.
As we entered, I realised that I had forgotten to open the doors while we ate and while not up to sauna temperatures, it was certainly warmer than some of our number were dressed for!
“Fuck it’s hot in here!” Fi exclaimed as she removed her cardigan. Fi was short with close cropped black hair and carried a little fat around her belly in a way that drew at least the male eyes to it rather than making them look away and dismiss her.
“Sorry about that.” I said, “Normally I leave the doors open to heat the rest of the house.” I removed my jacket as I talked, knowing the girls would appreciate it, I had dressed up for the occasion.
By the time we were seated on the three sofas grouped around the wood stove, everyone had removed at least one item of clothing and I was pretty certain that neither Tina nor Fiona were wearing bras. Not that I was complaining.
As we chatted, with Carmina Burana playing in in the background, Liz asked if I had any more of the mead. I retrieved the last bottle of that particular vintage from the store and filled everyone’s liqueur glasses. When I had done so she came up with her suggestion which was to initiate, yet another career for me.
“Why don’t we have a game of truth or dare?” Then with a smile that made my cock leap in my pants added, “Now I am free of that prick Adam, I am feeling quite daring.”
We all knew each other well enough that we could be trusted not to push things beyond what anyone was if not comfortable, at least not completely opposed to and soon everyone had agreed. I suspect that some of the girls had planned this in advance but I doubt if I would ever get them to admit it and so have never broached the subject.
Tina picked up the first mead bottle, tipped it to her lips to drain the last dregs from it and spun the bottle. It ended up pointing at myself. “Truth.” I said.
“One item of clothing.” Said Liz.
Seeing my confusion Liz then outlined her rules for the game.
1. If you choose, “Truth” you have to remove an item of clothing. 2. For dares, we spin the bottle twice and unless it lands on the same person a second time the dare is done between the two people. 3. Every five spins, everyone removes an item of clothing. 4. What happens tonight, never goes beyond the six of us. 5. If the first person says, “Dare” and the second person refuses they have to remove two items of clothing and if naked can’t refuse. 6. If a dare can’t be performed without removing one or more items of clothing, they stay off. 7. Any cheating or breaking the rules, you have to remove an extra item of clothing or if naked do an extra dare. 8. No playing with yourself unless it is part of a dare. 9. No sneaking off to the bathroom to masturbate. 10. And I have to get at least two orgasm’s every half hour.
Oh and it is ok to ask Dave to use a condom.
This was getting better and better.
It was the lack of argument over all this that made me think there was a bit of a set up.
A guy knows when not to argue, besides the room was hot, even with the doors open to the rest of the house.
“Have you ever had a massage client ask you for a, ‘Happy Ending?’
“Three times, one man whom I just said, ‘no’ to and two women. With the once I fancied, I told her to contact me in six months time if she was still interested in sexual contact between us and if I was single at the time we could see where it led but I wasn’t going to break the professional boundary.”
Fi then asked, “And did she contact you?” Before I could answer, Liz intervened, “I think you have to remove an item of clothing if you want an answer to that Fi.” Fi immediately took off her lacy top which as I suspected did not conceal a bra.
Lifting her small perky breasts up with her palms, she grinned at me. “Are these worth an answer?”
I gave an answer to her earlier question, “No but then the six months are not up for another eight weeks yet.” I wondered whether Fi had preloaded with a few drinks before getting here of if I had just not noticed how forward she could be at times. She did not seem drunk however.
As it happened Fi was the next one to have the bottle point at her. Tina asked, “How many orgasms have you had in the past twenty-four hours.
“At least six, I seem to be horny all the time now I have dumped Tony, the stupid lush.”
Liz had to prompt her, “And the clothing?”
Fi had been barefoot since she came into the house and stood up to slowly shimmy out of her jeans, her undies, the lace pattern of which seemed to consist of more gaps than cotton showed a distinct damp patch and also showed a thick mass of black pubic hair. I slipped a hand inside my trousers to adjust myself.
Liz spun the bottle and again it pointed to Fi who immediately announced, “Dare.”
Again the bottle spun and this time it pointed at myself. It was Sarah who chose the dare, (I still hadn’t worked out what the protocol for choosing the dare or asking a question was.) “I dare you to let Dave suck your nipples for five minutes.”
In seconds I was devoting my whole attention to the task in hand, licking, sucking and gently biting one nipple while my left hand was playing with the other. My right hand with a mind of it’s own soon found it’s way inside the lace knickers through the black forest and my thumb found Fis clitoris while my index finger probed her wetness which increased markedly by the time the five minutes were up. “Fuck!” Exclaimed Fi in frustration, “You can’t leave me hanging like that!”
“Rules are rules.” Stated Liz before adding, “And Dave, you cheated by spending at least one minute licking and not sucking. The trousers!”
By this time I didn’t care, in fact I was glad to get rid of the constriction.
Again the empty bottle rotated, pointing this time at Sarah. It was the fifth spin so we all had to remove an item of clothing. Fi and I were now naked, Sarah and Tina, both braless to start with were now topless, Liz and Eileen removed their tops to reveal bras that were designed to display rather than hide the wares they contained.
I have never been particularly worried about showing off my body but I was very aware of my flagpole waving around and as desperate for some relief as Fiona seemed to be.
The next two spins brought Liz and myself together and Fiona immediately said, “Sixty-nine, unitll the first one cums.” I thought straight away that I was going to need some of a herbal preparation I had before the night was out. I know they can be just as dangerous but I trust herbs more than I do straight medicine and while this stuff might taste vile for a few seconds and it might not give me the twelve hours straight, excuse the pun that some claimed for Viagara, it was good for half a dozen good fucks over and above the two or three that was normally all I could manage.
Liz eased her way out of her skin tight jeans and then removed her lace knickers to allow me access to her pleasure centre.
I worked hard to make it last as long as possible, licking up either side of Liz’s moist opening, enjoying the taste of her arousal. At the same time my hands were exploring her body, pulling her ass cheeks apart in time with my tongue movements. I fought to concentrate on what I was doing rather than just let my self explode in a couple of minutes which while enjoyable would have taken away the competitive edge that was adding to my hardness. I probed hard into her vagina, lapping up the sex juices that were oozing out, eventually, knowing that if I did not get her to cum soon I was going to erupt without any control, I concentrated more and more on the exposed bud of Liz’s clitoris.
I attacked it with a vigour, licking, sucking and gently using my teeth before returning brifly to her inner lips. As my teeth took hold of her clitoris for about the fifth time, I was rewarded with a shuddering gasp as her pussy muscles went into spasm. I was rewarded with some of the best pussy nectar I have tasted.
Liz was in action again for the next dare, this time with Tina and they had to finger each other until they had both reached orgasm. First Tina removed her black knickers from under her very short micro-skirt. Watching the fingers moving in and out of their respective hairy cunts made it difficult for me not to start playing with myself. It was Liz, already worked up to fever pitch who came first, possibly because Tina had more experience of playing with another woman’s sex but Tina herself was not far behind and I found myself wondering if I would get a chance at that tight looking snatch.
The bottle pointed at myself and I began to wonder if Liz was good enough at judging the spin to control who it ended up pointing at. “Spin five” Fiona pointed out before adding, those who are naked have to remove an items of clothing from two people using just their mouths and teeth.
I went for Eileen’s pants, putting my head inside her diaphanous long skirt to take hold of them, lingering over her shaved cunt that I had renewed my handiwork on a couple of days previously. That shaving had become a regular thing once Eileen got over her hump with me after the first time.
By the time I could see what was happening, Fi had removed Tina’s skirt and I moved on to Liz’s bra. I did it the easy way, pulling the straps over her arms and then pulling the bra off her tits and over her head, lingering a little on the hard nipples topping her firm A cup breasts.
Meanwhile, Fi was removing Sarah’s Jeans, Liz spotted Sarah, helping by undoing a button and immediately said the knickers had to come off as well which in due order they did, revealing a well trimmed landing strip.
Another two and a half revolutions and Fi was asked to sit on my lap with my prick inside her for 10 minutes without either of us thrusting at all.
I asked if she wanted me to use a condom. “No way! I want to feel you.” she answered before using my pre-cum to coat my shaft. She then climbed into my lap and started to ease herself down. Sitting on my lap, I could reach her BBC (Barely a B Cup) tits and took one into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the erect nipple. Meanwhile, Fiona was flexing her internal muscles to work on my prick. I flexed some muscles of my own in response to her massage of my cock. I wondered briefly if Liz knew about this ability of Fi’s before getting lost in the sensation and my desire to reciprocate the pleasure I was receiving. I sucked hard on the other nipple, pinching the one my mouth had just left with the fingers of my right hand.
Fi’s breathing was getting faster and I sped up with the flexing of my muscles to produce slight movements of my cock within her love tunnel, squeezing harder with both my lips and fingers at the same time.
Despite Fi’s breathing, I was not expecting it when suddenly her cunt went into spasm around my cock and equally without warning, I let go of the nipple I was nibbling as four powerful jets of my cum made their way into Fi’s waiting cauldron seconds before the ten minutes were up.
“Well done Fi!” Laughed Liz. I knew you could do it!
Fi giggled like a schoolgirl, “I think we need to clean up a bit.” She said, glancing at the sex juices running down both our thighs. “And I need a pee.”
“Five minutes maximum!” Liz admonished.
Liz did not make me wait outside while she urinated and when she had done so, she cleaned my cock with her mouth. We then washed each other with a wash cloth and by the time we had finished, I was hard again. Just in case, I put ten drops of the herbal tincture I had into a glass of water and drank it, grimacing against the taste.
By the time we returned to the living room, everyone else was also naked and we all agreed, that maybe we should all just have fun with each other as it seemed no one was refusing any dares anyway.
Eileen disagreed, “Let’s play on for a bit longer — I have one or two more interesting dares left in me.”
Two spins later and Liz was lying down with d towel under her bum and I was working her bush up into a mass of lather. It was only after I had done that I got up to grab the razor. There were audible gasps from all except Eileen when they saw what I had in my hand. The actual shaving was an anticlimax, Liz was sensible enough to keep still and a few firm strokes and her nether regions were completely clear of hair though it hadn’t been that thick to start with.
The next spin, I knew was fixed, this time it was myself and Tina, again the razor was in action.
Tina had a magnificent thick black bush which extended either side of her obviously wet slit and even her perineum was covered in hair. I filled another bowl with piping hot water and put a kettle on top of the woodstove to top it up once I had thoroughly soaped up all of her hair. I don’t know if it is every hot blooded male’s ambition to fuck a lesbian but right then, it was certainly mine!
I used my hands to work up a lather and then started rubbing it into Tina’s pubic hair, brushing her labia and clitoris from time to time, sometimes coincidentally and sometimes deliberately. When she responded by pushing her hips up into my hand I knew I was safe to go further and slipped two fingers inside her while my thumb concentrated on her clitoris. Only after she almost broke my fingers with the strength of her orgasm did I go back to the job in hand.
I took the kettle which was now boiling to heat up the water in the bowl again and checked that all of the hair to be removed was thoroughly wet and soapy. Half a dozen clean strokes cleared the area above Tina’s vagina. Several smaller strokes did the fiddly bit either side of her cunt and three more left her as naked as the day she was born.
A bowl of clean water was next to get rid of the soap, followed by drying with a towel and I then used a skin cream made from olive oil and beeswax from my own bees with ylang-ylang oil in it to rub into the skin.
The straight away the bottle had us paired up again. I knew what I wanted to do! Surprisingly it was her partner, Sarah who said, “I want you both to make love in front of us all.”
So we did. First we kissed, Tina clearly relishing the taste of Liz’s nectar on my lips. At the same time both our hands were exploring and stroking the other’s body, not ignoring the sexual organs but not overly lingering on them either. Eager for the main event, I moved south with my lips and did her breasts and nipples more than justice while my right hand repeated the detour it had performed during the previous dare. I kissed my way next down across her belly and the freshly shaved area. I then kissed the inside of her thighs and her perineum before finally moving on to her labia majora.
Giving each side due attention I then went deeper to Tina’s glistening inner lips while one hand started to play with her clitoris. Once I changed position to slip my fingers inside her again and took her erect nub into my mouth it was only about a minute till again her vaginal muscles contracted around my digits.
I was more than ready for the main event. I could not remember ever having been so hard before. Not that my attention was on past exploits at the time. I lay back on the cushions and Tina slowly lowered herself on to me. I held her hips to guide her and once fully impaled, Tina gasped, “Give me a minute to get used to you.” I don’t know how long she took but I do remember the slickness of her love tunnel and how tight she felt as she slowly started to move up and down. I reached up for Tina’s breasts to help her balance, (That and the fact that I like playing with women’s tits.) It was not long before she came again with a loud scream.
My earlier Tantric fuck and the herbal help meant I was still as way off so I told Tina to get on all fours and I entered her dripping pleasure centre from behind. Soon she was thrusting back at me in a rhythm that matched mine so well you would have thought us long time lovers. This time when she came there was no holding back and five strong jets of my cum coated her insides. I kept twitching inside her for a couple of minutes as her own climax milked me again and again.
When we finally got our breath back, Tina looked at Sarah and said, “That beats the rabbit any day!”
Sarah laughed and answered, “And the rabbit doesn’t stand a chance of giving us the baby we want either!”
My mind was whirling. Had this been a set up just so that Tina could get pregnant from me? I hadn’t I was later to find out and I had to endure another three sessions with Tina before that outcome was achieved. Still, a man shouldn’t shirk from his duty.
By common consent the dares were now finished with though the sex wasn’t. I made some coffee and then Liz tried to phone for a taxi. The person at the other end of the phone laughed, “Have you looked outside?” He said. Liz carefully pulled back the curtain before swearing. “Fuck! There’s a foot of snow out there now!”
“Well, I have got two king sized beds and there are plenty of cushions and sofas for anyone who doesn’t want to share with a stranger……..”
It was late the next morning when I was the first up followed swiftly be Eileen who joined me in the shower. I had fucked Sarah three times and Tina twice more in the bed we shared before finally sleeping. I assumed from the sounds emanating from the other bedroom that Liz, Eileen and Fi had also been enjoying themselves during the night.
Needless to say, I wasn’t averse to a quickie in the shower and our activities served to wake the others up for breakfast.
We went for the full Monty. Gloucester Old Spot sausages and bacon, black pudding, fried bread hash browns, tomatoes, mushrooms and beans. All washed down with lots of freshly ground coffee either black or with cream depending on taste.
We didn’t talk a lot but it was an easy silence. It may have been my first time having sex with more than one woman present at a time but I didn’t feel guilty about it. I think it was a first for most of us but we all felt good about ourselves and what we had done.
It was almost inevitably, Liz that broke the silence.
“I think you should set up in business with the shaving lark.” “I can just see myself putting an ad up in the local paper, ‘Come and get your cunt shaved. Friendly middle aged man will get rid of all the unwanted hair in your nether regions.'”
“I wasn’t quite thinking of you doing it that way. I bet I could get you at least a dozen customers in a month. You could charge £25 pounds a time and I would get £5. It does as good a job as waxing and is much better than safety razors. It might get you some new clients for massage too.”
I remained doubtful but a week later I got the first phone call from a fried of Liz, a ballet dancer who was appearing at the theatre Liz managed. The next day I got four more calls from the ballet troupe. Before I knew what was happening, I was getting as many women coming for pubic shaves as I was for massage. Of course I couldn’t finger or fuck my paying clients. If they suggested and I fancied them, I used the, “Give it six months and if you are still interested, get in contact and if we both want to take things further we can.” formula.
None have to date but given that the number of fuck buddies I have is now five, I don’t really have time to fit many more in. Even given that I have bought an extra two razors and an autoclave to sterilize them the shaving pays far more per hour than the massage. It does mean however that I spend a lot of time with a painful hard on that usually has to wait till the evening to be relieved.