The Shaving
    


"My my, Bobby, you're rock hard and positively
drooling!  How long has it been since you've cum?"
asked Tanya's mother.

"It's been over a week now, Mrs. K," I replied ...
underestimating a bit.

"Oh, you poor dearie.  Well, I'll say one thing --
this smooth-as-glass boner will sure make for a better
shave.  I don't think even this razor could dent it
right now," she giggled as she wiped the blade on a
towel.

I was sitting on the edge of Tanya's bed as Mrs K was
touching up the shave on my pubes -- with a straight
razor, as usual.  I'm not exactly a hairy guy to start
with, but she insisted on making me as smooth as
possible in order to appear 'less threatening' to the
guys she and Tanya had me sucking off.  She'd shave me
clean to the knees.  I'm not sure I understood her
reasoning perfectly, but ... you don't argue with a
woman holding a razor against your dick.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Absolutely, Bobby.  You *should* be proud of your
little hard-on.  It's proof to everyone that you love
and support your girlfriend in all her activities. 
And she sure can be 'active', huh?  In fact, you going
a week without cumming is a bit unusual, isn't it? 
I've seen you blow off into the air like a fountain
when you get that jet of cum against your tonsils. 
Tanya tells me you've sucked off plenty of jock cock
this week with that little car-window trick you
devised, right?"  She scraped the blade upward along
my inner thigh, removing the shaving lotion as she
went.

"Yeah," I agreed.  The whole 'trick' of making the
guys think it was Tanya's mouth they were cumming into
through the crack of a tinted car window had been her
idea, but ... whatever.

"And she's arranged for several lovers here at home to
allow you some cleanup duty and an occasional
secondary suck.  I don't think Tanya could get more
spurting dick in your mouth if she tried ... and she
has tried *very* hard.  It's not easy to find big
cocked guys who understand the need you have to feel a
pussy covered piece of manmeat explode in your mouth,
but she has.  Those cum bombs in your throat had you
shooting like a mini rocket in the past, so ... what's
been the problem, dearie?"  She was done with my legs
and lifted up my nutsack and began to shave the
underside of my balls.

"W-well ..." I gulped nervously.  There was no point
in arguing what 'made' me cum, so I just decided to be
honest, " ... it's just that those first times, it was
different.  You see, Tanya would ..."

"Ohhhh.  I think I understand, Bobby.  On that first
night, when your hard little dickie spit so freely and
easily, that's when cocksucking was different and new,
right?"

"Um ... true, but-- " I agreed.

"But now ... now that you've stroked off dozens of
hard dicks in your mouth, it's becoming a bit ...
passe?  You need to try something new to keep things
exciting?  Is that it, Bobby?"

"No, that's not wha--"

"What did you have in mind?  Do you want to learn to
deep throat?"

Oh, shit.  "No.  I didn't sa--"

"Maybe a little gloryhole action at the adult
bookstore?"  She nudged my legs apart and began
working on the area between my balls and my ass.

"No!  Mrs. K, I--"

"A gangsuck, perhaps?  Lots of sissies like four and
five cocks bumping against their face as they milk off
each in turn.  Is that what you'd li--?"

Dammit!  "NO!!" I interrupted, causing Tanya's mother
to look at me with raised eyebrows.

"Well, then what is it, Bobby?" she asked, obviously
slightly annoyed.  While holding a razor against my
nuts.

"It's ... it's ... it's just that she ... she ..."

"Spit it out, Bobby!", she demanded ... still pressing
the blade against my scrotum.

"She used to touch me more!" I practically shouted. 
"She used to hold onto my co-- .. er .. my dickie," I
explained, remembering to use her word for it, "and
that made it a lot easier to cum."

She looked at me silently for a short moment ... as if
she were confused.  "Touch you?  But, Bobby, Tanya
absolutely *raved* about how amazingly sexy she
thought it was to watch your pecker twitch and squirt
without being touched.  You're not ... you're not
calling her a liar, are you, Bobby?"  I felt the
pressure of the razor against my skin increase
slightly.

"No!  No, not at all, Mrs K!" I replied in a panic. 
"She was touching it.  She was sort of holding it ...
tightly."

"Bobby, I'm not sure what you're talking about."  She
resumed her shaving.  "I've told Tanya that anything
even resembling stroking is expressly forbidden.  I
doubt that she'd go against my recommendations on this
matter, Bobby," she spoke tersely as the pace of her
shaving strokes increased, "so ... if you're lying to
me about this, I'd --"

"No!  No!  She wasn't stroking it, Mrs. K, just ...
just holding it."

Mrs. K exhaled in apparent frustration.  "As unlikely
as that sounds, Bobby, perhaps you'd better just show
me what you mean."  She finished up a last few strokes
with the blade and -- blessedly -- pulled it away from
my skin.

I reached toward my dick, but then hesitated.  After
all I'd been through with this woman, it still felt
weird grabbing it in front of my girlfriend's mother.

"Go ahead, Bobby.  This is in the name of research."

Nodding, I pinched the base of my dick between my
thumb and forefinger and pulled the skin tightly
downward.  I remembered that the first time Tanya did
this her fingers disappeared into my pubic hair --
which was now completely gone.  As the skin tightened
over the head of my dick, I 'twitched' the right
muscles once or twice -- like stopping and starting to
pee.  The pink glans swelled and became shiny with
each contraction.

"Ooh!" exclaimed Mrs. K.

I twitched a few more times and could quickly feel the
faint beginnings of an orgasm start to build.  God, it
had been so long.  I started to moan a bit.  My dick
flicked back and forth with each contraction.

"Goodness, Bobby.  That's quite the trick!  The way
that thing's twitching I can see why Tanya called it a
'firehose'.  Even your meagre little squirts must just
fly everywhere when that thing goes off."

Great.  'Meagre'.  "I suppose so," I agreed meekly,
now distracted from my orgasm.

"And you're saying that Tanya held your willy like
that those first few times?"

"Yes."

"And she doesn't do that anymore?"

"Sometimes.  When I'm sucking at the car window, she
does pay a lot of attention to my dick and how hard it
gets.  She's always running her fingnails up and down
it.  She grabs it and compliments me on how hard it
is, but ... she always forgets to hold it at the right
time.  She always seems to get distracted before I
cum.  It's ... frustrating."

She went back to shaving me, cleaning up the few spots
of lotion that remained.  "Bobby, please try to
understand just how excited a girl gets when someone
like you squirts into the thin air without her laying
a finger on you.  Tanya tells me all the time how sexy
she thinks it is, so it's possible she's conveniently
'forgotten' about the help she gave you those first
times.  So please try to understand that she's just
continuing your train-- ... I mean, continuing to hope
that you'll do it all on your own.  She's being a bit
selfish, I suppose, but with so much cum in your lives
and so little of it yours she's just trying to get the
most out of the few orgasms that you have.  Does that
make sense?"

"I ... I suppose."

"Well, Tanya does seem convinced that your dickie
spurts without all this ... 'touching' and such."  She
waved her fingers in a dismissive manner.  "Can't you
just make her happy?  I mean, she's doing all she can
to provide your throat with all the stimulation it
needs, right?"

"I ... I can try," I said, not really believing what I
was agreeing to, "but ... I've been trying for weeks
now.  It's been ... it's been so lo--"

"Roll over."

"Huh?"

"Roll over, Bobby.  I need to shave the back."

I groaned.  "Do we have t--"

"Bobby!" she cut me short.  "We've been over this. 
I'm not going to do a half-ass job on this.  Now roll
over and do like I showed you."

"Ok, ok," I muttered meekly.  I turned over and got
onto my knees at the edge of the bed.  I bent at the
waist, pressing my face into the bed as I reached back
with both hands and used them to spread my butt
cheeks.  God, this was humiliating.

"Perrrr-fect," chimed Mrs. K.  She began spreading
more shaving lotion liberally over my backside.  "Now,
Bobby, don't get me wrong, but I have a hard time
believing that just because you haven't cum with my
Tanya means you haven't had an orgasm in two weeks.  I
mean, normal guys your age are usually whacking off
like monkeys every few hours."

"No, Mrs. K, I swear!"

"Bobby, you're a very special boy, but it's hard to
believe that anyone could resist for so long."  I
flinched ever so slightly as I felt the touch of the
cool razor against my ass crack.  

"No, really!  Tanya compliments me on my
'self-control'.  She s-says I'm so much better than
all those boys who mentally cheat on their girlfriends
every night."

Mrs. K stopped in mid-scrape.  I thought I heard a
chuckle.  "My little girl said that?  Oh, she's good
at thi-- ... I mean good at seeing what it is that
makes your relationship so special, isn't she Bobby? 
What else did she say?  What did she say that got an
18 year old boy to stop spanking his weasel?" she
asked delightedly.

* * *

It had been about 2 weeks earlier.  I remember laying
flat on my back in bed, breathing heavily.  I was
coming down from a very powerful orgasm.  So was
Tanya.  As usual, she was lying on top of me, her
beautiful, warm pussy nearly smothering me.

"Bobby, you have got to be the greatest lover in the
world!"

It was late -- after 2:00 A.M., in fact.  I was
sleepy.  And my neck hurt from having Tanya's thighs
quivering atop my face for the past 20 minutes.  So I
wasn't sure I'd heard her right.

"Wh-what?" I asked.

"The greatest lover in the world, Bobby.  You.  I
don't think anyone on the planet can make a girl cum
like you can."

I was shocked.  I felt a swelling of ... pride. 
"W-what makes you say that?"

"God, Bobby, isn't it obvious?  Haven't you felt my
body quaking and rocking on top of your pretty little
face?  Can't you tell that the combination of your
mouth and your beautiful little prick make me cum like
nothing else in the world?  Don't you know how hard it
is to avoid screaming out at the top of my lungs?" 
She was whispering because she'd made another of her
late night visits to my bedroom window.  With my
parents sleeping only a few rooms away, we'd learned
to be quiet.

But wait ... my mouth AND my dick?  I knew I could
please her immensely when I licked her, but ...

"My prick makes you cum?" I asked, slightly confused
since I never got to put it inside her anymore.

"Of course, Bobby!  You ... " she sat upright and
looked over her shoulder down into my eyes, " ... you
really don't understand, do you?"

I shook my head.  Well, shook it as far as her pinning
thighs would allow.  She was sitting atop me in a '69'
position.

"Ok, Bobby, let me explain it to you."  She lifted
herself up, turned around, and planted herself back
atop my face.  We spent a lot of time in the 69
position, but she sat the other way quite often
whenever we talked so she could see my eyes better,
she said.  Even though she'd been licked clean, she'd
taken to sitting like that most of the time.  I was
used to it.

"Don't you see, Bobby?  You've actually and truly made
my deepest sexual fantasies come true."

"I ... I have?"

"Of course.  Your performance at the drive-in tonight
was amazing.  Every time a thick cock exploded in your
mouth, I felt such joy and fingered myself to such
amazing orgasms that I could hardly believe it.  But
when I finally went home and went to sleep, I had the
most amazingly sexy dream!"

"You did?" I prompted.  I felt my stomach rumble at
her reminder of the several loads of cum that she'd
guided there earlier.

"Yes, Bobby.  And in my dream -- and remember, this is
just a silly girl's fantasy dream -- anyway, in the
dream, you're sucking cock after cock after cock.  And
all the while, your dickie is dribbling precum like a
fountain.  And then every time one of those cocks
shoots it's delicious treasure into your faggot mouth,
your dickie shoots a load high into the air, covering
your body, face, and hair with your own thick cum. 
But -- in the dream, mind you -- your dick never gets
soft!  It stays hard and starts dribbling precum out
again as soon as the next piece of manmeat slides
between your lips.  Then you cum again when you suck
off the next dick.  Soon you were covered with, like,
20 loads of your own cum ... with 20 more in your
belly!  Isn't that the wildest dream, Bobby?"

"Um ... yeah," I agreed nervously.

"And do you see what I mean about it being just a
silly fantasy?  Isn't it ridiculous?"

I sighed a bit in relief.  "Yeah.  Sure is," I
chuckled.

"Exactly!  I mean, only in a dream could you shoot
thick loads like that over and over.  Sure, I can
envision you cumming every time a cock blows in your
throat, but thick, ropey loads?  I don't think so!" 
She burst out laughing.

I tried to laugh with her, but ...

"So anyway, I woke up from this dream so amazingly
horny.  I just had to get over to Malph's place for a
good fucking.  And, boy did I ever get one."  She
started rocking on my face as she spoke, pushing her
clit against my nose.  "You sucked him off so good
earlier, that it took him FOREVER to cum.  Man, I was
screaming my head off into a pillow while he just
rammed me over and over.  And all the while, I was
thinking of you, Bobby.  I was picturing your face."

"R-really?" I asked, oddly hopeful for a mere moment.

"Absolutely, baby.  I was picturing your face getting
stuffed with cock.  I was picturing your tiny,
straining pecker spurting juice into the air ... just
like in my dream.  It made me cum so good ... just
like it always does.  I could hardly wait for Malph to
cum inside me so I could bring it home to you."

I just stared at her.  Ok, she fantasized about me
while with other men.  That's a good thing.  I shook
off the other part and kept listening.

"Honey, when I crawled in through your window and saw
your pecker stiffening inside your tighty whitey
underpanties, you don't know how excited it made me. 
And when I smeared my thighs across your face and saw
that little thing get rock hard at the mere whiff of
Malph's semen, I just couldn't wait to make it cum! 
You know how important it is for me to see you cum,
right?"

"But I didn't get to cum at all when we were at the
drive-in," I complained.  Beyond a few teasing
caresses, she'd hardly touched me at all that night.

"Exactly!  And when I saw how hard and straining you
tiny thing was, I knew you'd waited for me once again.
 That you didn't waste your orgasm into some stupid
kleenex.  You saved your load for me.  Even though all
that cocksucking had you horny and desperate to cum,
you saved it so I could watch it dribble out of you as
I fed you your midnight snack, didn't you baby?"

I swallowed hard in embarrassment.  As difficult as it
was to admit, my dick had been stiff and pulsing the
entire time at the drive-in.  I'd given up any
semblance of resistance to cocksucking.  Tanya didn't
even have to guide my head onto each stiff dick
anymore.  I'd just taken each cock that appeared into
my mouth and sucked it.  Sucked it until it came.  And
as each load flooded my mouth, my dick had twitched
and throbbed.  Each time, Tanya's voice cooed and
purred from my lap.  Urging me to suck another one. 
Telling me how much she loved to watch me suck.  I'd
felt her breath on the taut skin of my dick.

But I hadn't cum.  Not at the drive-in.  And not even
after I'd dropped her off and gone home.  I .. I guess
I had waited for her.  Waited for her to bring me
another load of semen buried within her warm, tasty
pussy.

"You did save it for me, didn't you?" she repeated

I nodded ... or at least as much as I could as she
squirmed atop my chin.

"And that is sooo sexy of you, baby.  Saving all your
cum for me ... just like I save all the cum for you. 
And you had a really, really good orgasm while you
feasted on my spermy cunt, didn't you baby?  Your
whole body was shaking and quivering while that feeble
load came burbling out of your dickie."

She was right about that.  My body was still trembling
with exhaustion from the sheer effort involved in
making myself cum.  With the minimal attention she'd
given to my dick, I had to pump and squeeze my
'cumming' muscles with all my might.  But it was worth
it.  My own orgasm had been very strong, but her
reaction was even stronger.  She'd nearly snapped my
neck with her own convulsions as she watched me
squirt.

"And the best thing of all," she beamed, "is how it
just blows off by itself!  All I did was aim it away
so it wouldn't get on me."

And that's where we disagreed.  She said she was
'aiming', but to me it felt like 'squeezing' ... and
maybe the slightest bit of stroking.  And while it
took forever for me to cum with such minimal
attention, it was at least *some* physical attention. 
I'd tried to explain this to her before.  I started to
say something about it again, but then she smiled and
ground herself onto my face again.

"Don't you see, Bobby?  It's not just the constant
pounding action of those big, meaty cocks plunging in
and out of me that makes me scream in orgasm.  Oh
sure, I put on a good show for them -- screaming &
moaning about how big and hard they are, but when they
grunt out 'I'm cumming, bitch', they have no idea that
it's the image of your cock-filled face that makes me
scream out in one last orgasmic burst.  Doesn't that
make you feel good, Bobby?  That it's you I'm thinking
of at that moment?"

It ... did, somehow.  I nodded again.  She was now
grinding her cunt on my chin.  As I nodded, I felt the
fresh slickness as she built toward yet another
orgasm.  God, she was sexy.

"It's you who makes me cum like that.  It's your
greedy, c-cums-sucking mouth and your s-stiff,
free-spurting dickie that truly give me sexual
p-p-pleasure," she gasped.  "I w-want to share every
one of your orgasms, baby.  Every time one of those
big-dicked b-bastards f-f-floods me with jism, I
w-want to know that your s-s-s-stiff, d-d-drooling
little p-pecker will ... be there ... w-waiting ... oh
God ... I'm cumming, Bobby.  Y-you're m-making me cum
again!  Promise m-me, Bobby.  P-promise me we'll get
to share all of your orgasms this way!!"

I promised.

* * *

As I finished telling Mrs K. about that conversation,
I was still on my knees with my cheek pressed against
the bedsheets.  I thought I actually heard her
sniffle.

"My God, she's learned so much," she said softly.  Did
I hear her voice ... crack a bit?

"What?" I asked.

"Oh.  Um ... I said 'She's learned so much about what
it is that makes your relationship work so well.'
Bobby.  Wouldn't you agree?"

"Um ... sure."

I felt a tug against my dick as Mrs. K curled a single
finger around the tip and flicked backward.  As stiff
as it was, it immediately bounced back -- almost
vibrating like a guitar string.  God help me, I gasped
as even that slight unexpected touch almost made me
cum.

"Holy shit.  That really is a two week old hardon,
isn't it?"

"Y-yes."

"Amazing.  You resist even masturbating ... just
because you know Tanya has such great orgasms watching
you spurt your little load?  That's so sweet and
special!  Do you think those football players with
their big dicks care about Tanya's orgasms?  Of course
not!  They just want to get their rocks off.  Oh,
sure, they can turn her into a blubbering slut as they
pound her pussy and ass with those monster meatsticks
of theirs, but it's the sight of your tiny little
pecker spitting its juice that really sets her off. 
Doesn't that make you feel special, Bobby?"

I felt the blade begin scraping across my ass again. 
I ignored it.  "Yeah," I admitted dreamily,
remembering the strength of that last orgasm.  "I like
to cum for her.  To make her cum, too."

"All while you gobble down yet another load of real
man's cum, right Bobby?" she added.  "That's when you
cum for her, isn't it?"

"Y-yes," I admitted.  I could almost taste it.

"Everyone cums at once.  It's beautiful, Bobby.  Your
relationship is beautiful."

"But ... " I shook off the visions of past events and
focused on my present frustrations, "but it's just
been so long since the last time.  And I've been
trying so hard."

"I can tell you're frustrated, Bobby.  But it must be
frustrating for Tanya, too.  She works so hard to
bring you all that yummy sperm ... because she cares
about your orgasms as well.  Because she knows it's
the best way for the two of you to share a truly great
orgasm."

"I ... I just wish there was another way.  I wish it
could be ... like it was."

I felt her stop shaving again.  She giggled.  "Bobby,
you're being rather transparent.  You just wish you
were still fucking her in the ass."

I gulped.  She was right.  I used to cum up her ass
several times a week during those 'stretching
sessions'.  "Yes, of course I do.  I sure do miss --"

"Yes, but those days are over, Bobby.  You started
this, you know.  That first night -- when you sucked
the sperm of four guys from her pussy, you proved that
your love for her transcends all ... and thus released
her inner slut.  That is such an amazing display of
love that it amazes me.  And your actions over the
past few weeks indicate you've accepted her as a butt
slut, too.  Ever since she started taking it up the
shitter, those guys are just nuts for it.  She no
longer needs your help stretching .. hell, just the
opposite.  She needs your soothing tongue on her
ragged, slopped out asshole."

"I know."  She was sure right on that point.  Tanya's
ass had been the focus of half the school for weeks it
seemed.  Sometimes I had to lick it for half an hour
just to get it to close up again.

I felt her finish her final shaving stroke with a
flourish.  "Y'know, Bobby, speaking of ass, you really
do have a *very* pretty hole.  Have you and Tanya
discussed a little anal stimulation to help you
spurt?"

"What?  No, please, I --"

"I'm serious, Bobby.  I know where to get some really
nice vibrating buttplugs of all shapes and sizes. 
Tanya would have a blast controlling the speed while
you suck off your friends.  I know you'd blow off with
one of those up your ass."

"Wait ... " I gasped.

"Well, then there's always just pure size to get you
off.  Some boys really get off on the stretching
sensation of a truly large penetration."  I felt her
fingertip slip inside the ring of my freshly shaved
ass.

"NO!" I practically shouted as I puckered up hard and
spun around on the bed.

Mrs K just giggled.  "Oh, don't panic, Bobby.  It was
just an idea.  I know your true pleasure comes from
what goes in your mouth.  But listen, I do think that
two weeks is entirely too long, so I'm going to talk
this out with my daughter.  We've got to be able to
come up with something, ok?"

"Ok.  Um ... thanks."

For some reason, as my aching and now freshly shaved
hardon practically vibrated in front of me, I actually
felt ... hopeful.