In my first chapter I related how I became a lover to an eighteen year old college freshman. As a recap, I’ll start this chapter with the last few paragraphs of my last chapter:
Susan’s orgasm came in two stages. The first was marked by deep breaths and moans. The second stage came suddenly; Susan’s fingers gripped the sheets and her pelvis lifted off the bed. She exhaled deeply through clenched teeth. I kept her in her throes for a while, with her loudly whimpering the whole time. I finally let her down.
I buried my tongue in Susan’s vagina as she calmed. I carefully avoided her sensitive clitoris as I held her open and planted the gentlest of kisses between her parted lips.
“That’s so gentle, Diana,” Susan sighed.
Once her breathing returned to normal I lightly rubbed the tip of my tongue on her clitoris and gave it a gentle kiss. I lay down next to Susan and hugged and kissed her. She was totally spent from her furious orgasm, but kissed back tenderly. We held each other in the afterglow.
At Susan’s next Friday visit I had her wear my sexiest dress. I intended to make her a woman tonight. She was stunning in her push-up bra and a pair of my sexy high heels. I stood before Susan and ogled her as I stripped to my panties. I kissed her and then slowly peeled my panties off. I was naked.
Susan’s eyes went straight to my shaved vagina. She was staring. I played the ingenue.
“I keep it shaved,” I explained in feigned embarrassment. “Do you like it?” I asked, pulling my lips apart, allowing my wetness to show.
“You’re beautiful,” Susan replied, still mesmerized at the sight of my bald pussy.
“Thank you!” I said with a kiss.
“Here, touch her,” I said as I guided Susan’s delicate hand to my pussy.
Susan’s hand was limp.
“Don’t be afraid. She doesn’t bite.” I pressed Susan’s hand into my wet lips.
I took her hand and led her to the sofa. Susan was still fully dressed in my sexiest dress. I wore nary a stitch. I sat on the sofa with my legs opened wide and gave a tutorial on how I shave. Susan watched in awe.
“I shaved just before you got here. Feel how smooth she is.” I guided Susan’s hand.
“Sorry for the wetness,” I offered. “I can’t control her; she has a mind of her own.”
“That’s alright,” Susan stammered.
“Do you like her?” I inquired.
“She looks nice shaved,” Susan responded, never taking her eyes from my pussy.
“Sit down in front of me.” Susan hiked up her dress and sat on the floor. I scooted forward placing my vagina off the edge of the cushion.
Susan explored with her fingers. She moved to a kneeling position and gradually moved closer. Her pretty face was inches from my vagina. I tousled her beautiful hair as she familiarized herself with my womanhood. She made several gestures to kiss me, but then fear would stop her. I wasn’t going to allow her to get away.
I placed my hand on the back of Susan’s head and with one deft izmit escort motion I pulled her in. Her lips careened with my wet vagina.
Susan’s face expressed horror. She tried to break free but I held her fast. She squirmed and shrieked, her words muffled by my wet lips. Susan struggled, but I wrapped my legs around her and crossed my feet to keep her face tight to my pussy. She began to cry but I gave her no sympathy. I was determined to hold her in place until I got what I wanted. When she finally concluded she was trapped she surrendered. I relaxed my grip, allowing her an inch of retreat.
“That’s better. Give me a kiss.” Susan obeyed and pecked my wet lips.
“That’s a good start. Now a real kiss.” Susan looked in my eyes and realized I meant business. She turned her piercing blue eyes to my waiting vagina and moved in. She kissed me deeply.
“Very nice! You know how to treat a lady,” I complimented. Susan offered a reluctant smile. With this encouragement, Susan stayed in place and kissed me again. I released my hold and resumed playing with her long hair as Susan entertained my pussy.
Being seated stark naked in front of this eighteen year old beauty queen in a sexy dress and push up bra kneeling on the floor in front of me kissing my vagina caused a loss of self control. My orgasm came quickly, with me pulling Susan back in and holding her tight.
“Stick your tongue in me,” I cried in my throes. Susan did and I deposited a furious orgasm onto her waiting tongue.
I finally calmed and lay down on the couch. I pulled Susan on top of me. Her gorgeous red hair tumbled down onto my face. I detected my scent on her breath.
“I’ve never finished so intensely before. You really know how to treat a lady, Susan,” I cooed as I wiped my orgasm off her lips with my index finger and inserted it into her mouth. Susan readily licked.
“I’m going to keep you,” I informed her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And keep her I did. I had initiated Susan in the art of pleasing a woman. She was now ready for my next plan.
The next Friday I made an easy dinner for Susan and me. We finished eating, cleared the table, and finished the dishes. After some passionate kissing I undressed Susan to her panties. Susan had the body of a swimsuit model.
I freed a large space on the kitchen island next to the sink and laid out a plush bath towel.
“What’s the towel for?”
“I’ll show you in a minute. First, sit up on the island,” I said. Leaning back against the counter, Susan placed her hands behind her. Her boobs bounced with her slight jump, and she situated herself on the edge, sitting on the towel. I took her tits in hand and gave her a kiss.
“What’s this all about?”
“I’m going to shave you, Susan.”
Her face remained frozen for just a moment, and then a devilish smile formed on her lips.
“Wait here. I’ll get my Venus.”
I returned izmit anal yapan escort with my shaving equipment and a clean wash cloth.
“Now turn and lay back. I want your vagina over the sink.”
“Oh, I get it,” she said as she understood. Susan enthusiastically situated herself with her long legs spanning the sink. She wiggled her butt into position, ensuring she was situated properly.
I tugged at the elastic of her panties and she lifted her butt to accommodate me. I gently pulled them off.
“Now let’s get you smooth,” I said, running my fingers through her hair and across her lips. I lathered up some soap and bathed her hair. After a soothing warm water rinse with the faucet sprayer, I massaged in the shaving cream. I carefully drew my Venus across her mound, leaving a hairless trail in its wake. I soon had her mound smooth.
“Open your legs wider.” Susan complied by lifting her feet in the air with knees bent and spreading wide, allowing me uninhibited access. Her vagina yawned open.
I took her hand in mine and led her to her lips. “Pull your left lip all the way to the right,” I instructed. “It will help me get you smoother.” Susan did as I directed. I shaved inward from her thigh to her slit; that direction results in a smoother shave.
“Now pull your right lip to the left,” I instructed. Susan complied as best she could; she was dripping wet. These instructions were for training purposes; I intended to keep Susan shaved and wanted her to automatically accommodate me when I did.
“I know. They’re slippery. Use two hands and do the best you can,” I said. I shaved her right side.
“Open a little bit wider, Susan. I want to touch up.” Wetness oozed from her opening.
I rinsed Susan with a warm water spray, and then soaked the washcloth with hot water, folded it in half, and lightly pressed it between her legs. The warm moisture soaked in as I held it in place. I lifted it off, revealing her tight vagina completely shorn of hair.
“Keep your legs wide. I want to see if I missed a spot.”
I inspected my work close up, fondling her mound and labia searching for imperfections. I pulled each of her slippery lips side to side and examined my handiwork. She was as smooth as silk.
I helped Susan sit up and we kissed. Susan eyed her new look, touching herself and marveling at her baldness.
“She’s beautiful,” I said. “Do you like her?”
“She looks more feminine without hair,” Susan observed. “I love it,” she added, still admiring and rubbing her smoothness.
“I knew you would. She’s been a good girl. Let’s give her a reward.” I helped Susan to her feet. I took my shy, naked, shaved beauty by the hand and led her to my lair. She sat on the bed, still touching herself as I undressed in front of her, putting on a show as I did. I laid her on her back and, skipping the preliminaries, went right to the scene of my labor.
Susan’s shaved izmit yabancı escort vagina was truly a work of art. She was dripping wet and I toyed with her slipperiness. I then put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and into the air. I pulled her vagina open and rested my cheek on her smoothness, using her vagina as a pillow. After thirty seconds I switched cheeks, giving her stretched opening a kiss as I did. I alternated cheeks a few times, never neglecting a kiss, all the while cooing to Susan that she had a soft, pleasant pussy. I then inserted my tongue deeply and slowly dragged it up her slit, savoring her taste.
“Show me your clitoris, Susan,” I instructed. I had some decadent plans for this girl and I wanted her to get used to obeying me in bed.
Susan pulled back on her hood. Her swollen white clitoris emerged.
Ever so lightly, I flicked it with my tongue. I planted a few light kisses on it and then sharpened my focus, increasing intensity with my tongue.
Between the shaving and my oral attention, it didn’t take long. Susan experienced an orgasm of epic proportions. Exhaling through her teeth and gripping the sheets for dear life, she moaned and writhed until she finally calmed.
I held and kissed Susan, all the while praising her sexiness. Then I moved up and, sitting on my heels, sat on her pretty face. Without any prompting from me Susan began kissing my vagina. I rose up on one foot and situated myself.
“Hold still,” I instructed. Susan did and I rubbed my dripping pussy on her face from chin to forehead. I made her turn to the right and left so I could get her cheeks as well. I was marking my territory.
After slathering her face I moved back to inspect my handiwork. “So pretty,” I exclaimed. I gave her a kiss and sat back on her face. Susan buried her tongue and proceeded to please me. I reached around and snaring her legs, I pulled her feet in the air. Holding her ankles at arms length for balance, I rode her handsome face with passion. I looked back, and noticing her yawning pussy, released one leg so I could rub her. I violated her and then administered some light pats between her parted pussy lips. Releasing Susan’s other leg, I pulled back on my hood and exposed my clitoris. Susan attempted to kiss it but I was already there rubbing myself. We soon shared simultaneous orgasms.
As we hugged in the afterglow I asked Susan which aspect of our lovemaking she liked best.
“All of it. I loved when you shaved me. When you sat on my face I almost came right then and there.”
“You liked me sitting on your face?”
“I loved it. Then you rubbed your pussy all over my face. That was so sexy.” She hesitated. “I like the way you take control,” she revealed with a shy smile. Between the facial and my prodigious orgasm, her face was a beautiful mess.
She continued. “I loved that little pussy spanking you gave me. And when you masturbated in my face, well, I had no idea how sexy it is to have a woman do that.”
“You have a submissive side,” I concluded.
“I guess I do.”
“We’re going to explore that submissive side of yours,” I promised.
Perhaps I’ve related enough for now. I will continue our love story when time allows.