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deanthepoet09@yahoo.com - Volume IX, Issue II - 07 May 06
Mowing the lawn (the shaving of the pussy)
Shyler
promised Sebastian that the next time she did it that he could do it for her.
Everyday Sebastian would excitedly ask her if today would be the day he
would finally get to shave her pussy. Every chance he got to inspect her pubic
area for a nice “bush” to shave, he would do so seemingly unaware that he
was becoming a pain in the ass. Finally when there was a nice little Afro
growing inside her panties, Shyler gave Sebastian the good news that he could
give her a baldy. She agreed because
he was a gentle lover, and his pussy kissing skills were on par with her
previous lover, Brandy. Sebastian had the touch of a woman who happened to be
living in the body of a man. He was lucky enough to be blessed with a tongue and
cock blessed by the Pussy God, Queen Clitora.
Shyler knew she would be safe in his hands. If there was anything he
loved more than her was her pussy. Sometimes Shyler felt that if he could
somehow detach her pussy from her body that this would be perfectly okay with
him. Brandy also had a fetish for
eating Shyler’s pussy. A delicacy
she called it, but to Shyler it was just a regular old coochie.
Brandy had been a passing fancy for Shyler.
She had never been into women before, but one night at the club with a
few girlfriends a connection was sparked between them.
She was surprised how easily she fell into the lifestyle in the next few
months, but she always knew that it would be temporary.
Brandy would have other ideas for their future.
Sebastian
was prepared for the day when Shyler gave him the word that he could shave her
pussy. He had planned it as if it would be a romantic evening to get her
comfortable and ease her mind of any tensions. The lush voice of Sade singing
“No Ordinary Love” filled their bedroom, and he dimmed the lights but left
just enough to get a clear view of the area he would be shaving. She was still
wet from just getting out the shower, and drops of water marked the plush red
carpeting. Normally he would have made a fuss that she hadn’t toweled off in
the bathroom, but to watch her glistening body shadowed in the dim light excited
Sebastian. Shyler enjoyed pleasing her man even though she still didn’t
understand his desire to shave her pubic area. It was a chore she didn’t
enjoy, but once it was over she always felt sexier and decadent. She loved
wearing her jeans on the first day after because the thrill of the fabric
rubbing against her bald crotch always made her wet, and crave having
Sebastian’s cock to slide deep inside of her.
Thinking about it now excited Shyler as she laid down on the bed at
Sebastian’s bidding to let him do all the work.
Shyler’s
crotch area was so densely populated with pubic hair that her clitoris appeared
to be drowning in all the thick surrounding blackness of her wild, bushy pussy.
Sebastian
always joked that eating her pussy was like having hair for dinner. By the time
he resurfaced from an extended night out, there was enough hair lodged in his
teeth to give a bald man a comb over. Shyler
had never met a man like Sebastian who absolutely enjoyed eating pussy. For him,
it wasn’t a chore or a passing fancy to wet a woman’s appetite for a night
filled with passionate bliss. He made the experience of her sharing the hidden
beauty nestled in the shape of a V between her soft thighs something special
every time they made love. Sebastian pampered her vagina before sex with long
lingering kisses as if he was truly kissing her lips, he would stroke her inner
thighs with the slightest of touch and this would drive her absolutely crazy.
The man was a magician. Shyler still
couldn’t figure out why things hadn’t worked out with his last girlfriend.
He said that she never trusted him, and she believed that a man with such a
fetish for devouring pussy would eventually need new dishes to sample.
So she left him before he could leave her to sample one of her friends. Shyler
promised herself that if she ever met Sebastian’s ex that she would profusely
thank her for not having the common sense to know when she had a good man right
between her legs-exactly where a man should be.
The feel of freshly washed
silken black sheets caressed Shyler’s moist body as she sprawled herself
across the queen sized bed and laid down on her stomach.
When she started dating Sebastian almost a year ago, Shyler was
self-conscious about her body. She’d never had the greatest body image in the
world and had been struggling with her weight for years. She was shocked when
Sebastian approached her at Starbucks while she waited for a cup of overpriced
hot chocolate and complimented her on her smile. A conversation ensued as they
waited in line and he walked her back to her job. Shyler was sure she sounded
like an idiot to this affable, well-dressed man as they made casual
conversation. She kept wondering why he chose her out of everyone he could’ve
spoken to on that day. Sebastian sensed her trepidation at his friendliness and
assured her that his attraction to her was genuine. He went on to further
explain that her aura was inviting, and he wanted to get to know her better. It
was a beautiful day and women far more beautiful than Shyler walked by and would
discreetly cast their flirtatious gaze on Sebastian, but never once did his eyes
waver from that of Shyler’s. He
probably wasn’t aware but that one small act of chivalry meant more to her
than anything he had said to that point. It showed her that he respected her as
a woman and had the decency to be a gentleman when many other men would have
pretended to look away quickly to scope out the next beautiful woman. There will
always be someone more beautiful than whom you’re with, and it’s the man who
realizes what he has in his possession as being beautiful and rare and is able
to resist the temptation of the next beautiful dream who wins in the end.
Sebastian and Shyler exchanged numbers that day and the rest as they say is
history.
Sebastian, as he always did when
it came to Shyler, went the extra mile for her pleasure.
Sade was now achingly singing, ‘The Sweetest Taboo’ and a glass of
Shyler’s favorite Merlot was waiting for her by the nightstand and as drops of
wine wetted her throat; she felt Sebastian’s strong hands massaging her feet.
He lifted her left foot and placed it against the curly hairs on his chest. It
felt like grass growing under her feet every time he did it.
Sebastian used the balls of his knuckles to knead the stress from under
Shyler’s feet, and he would alternate between both feet to give each of them
equal attention. Having
Sebastian’s hands anywhere on her body would instantly send shivers from her
toes all the way to her fingertips. For
all the wondrous things Sebastian made Shyler feel without even touching her
sometimes; she was still conscious about her body in his presence. She would
take showers before he did and be fully dressed before he even woke up. She
would cringe sometimes when they made love because she felt fat, and wondered
what he must be thinking when his hands touched her soft belly. Shyler was a
beautiful black woman who was pleasingly plump. She hid her shyness so well by
always being jovial and a friend to everyone that at first Sebastian was taken
aback by her lack of self-confidence when there was no one else around and she
was the center of attention. Shyler
didn’t see what Sebastian saw in her, but knowing that he had a diamond that
would shine with a little help from him, Sebastian found ways to rebuild her
shattered confidence which had been ripped apart by her mentally abuse
ex-girlfriend, Brandy. Sebastian believed in the adage that if you heard
something enough times eventually you’re going to believe it whether or not
it’s positive or negative. So every morning, during the day and especially at
nights before they drifted to sleep; he would repeatedly tell Shyler that she
was beautiful and the most wonderful woman he had ever known. And that he was
the lucky one to be with her. Slowly, Sebastian’s affirmation took hold and
Shyler would find herself in the mirror admiring her body and feeling that her
little gut really wasn’t all that bad. Now, months later she was able to take
showers with her man without feeling self-conscious, she didn’t feel the
sudden urge put a towel on to hide her body and now when he hugged her; Shyler
didn’t feel the need to suck in her tiny gut anymore.
Truth be told, she was indeed a beautiful woman, but words to the
contrary had infiltrated her mind making her feel less than beautiful. She was
short, about 150 pounds most of which was sculpted in her ass. She possessed the
kind of ass that even the most skillful of bull riders would have a hard time
hanging on for more than a few seconds. Seeing
it up close and personal for the first time, Sebastian said a silent prayer to
God to give him the strength to please this woman.
As it turned out, they were both insatiable giving lovers and were
willing to please each other in every way possible. They were both in bliss.
Both her feet were pressed
against Sebastian’s chest and her legs were slightly open giving him an
unobstructed view into the darkness of her untrimmed pubic area, as she now laid
down on her back. He lifted her legs
a little higher onto his shoulders, and she could feel his eyes feasting on her
even though hers were closed. She
enjoyed knowing that Sebastian took pleasure in her naked body and wasn’t
repulsed by her nakedness when they were together.
Brandy had seemingly taken pleasure in embarrassing her in front of
friends with snide remarks about her slight weight gain and it had only served
to make Shyler eat more and get more depressed. Her
heart smiled now since Sebastian had accepted all of her in a way that Brandy
had been unable to because she didn’t fit her narrow stereotype of beauty.
Satisfied with the view,
Sebastian rested Shyler’s feet gently on the silk sheets, knelt at her feet
and kissed her soles. He was kissing
her soul and Shyler was flying in a dream once unimaginable, but he was here at
her feet massaging them with his gentle touch. He worked his way from her calves
to her inner thighs. His touch had Shyler feeling as if she was floating in a
pool of water and his hands were wings keeping her afloat. Sebastian spread his
fingers and ran them slowly through her pubic hair, and slowly inserted his
middle finger into her tight vagina. Her muscles relaxed and welcomed him home.
He withdrew his finger and tasted her sweet essence knowing it was a mere
appetizer for the feast that would come later on in the evening.
Sebastian made his way onto
the bed; spread Shyler’s legs further apart and turned on her battery operated
shaving machine. The low buzzing of the machine sounded like her vibrator which
was buried somewhere in her underwear draw.
Thankfully, she didn’t have a use for it anymore.
Sebastian’s hot breath blew a trail of hot air through her pubic hair
and his face was just inches away from her vagina.
He started shaving from the right side and worked the shaving machine in
a circular motion against the grain of her pubic growth.
The vibration excited Shyler in an unexpected way and she found herself
squirming in anticipation of having the blade against her skin. Sebastian
slipped the middle finger of his left hand into her wetness while using the face
of his thumb to massage her erect clitoris. He continued shaving her pubic area
and the sensations of Sebastian’s two fingers inside of her and the vibration
of the shaving machine pulsating against her almost bald skin sent Shyler
spiraling over the edge. Sebastian continued to stroke her insides and increased
his fingers from one to five. Shyler’s passion was dripping from his
fingertips like honey from a fig and two tongues wouldn’t be enough to lick up
all her excess juices flowing from Shyler’s water fountain. Sebastian removed
his thumb and pressed hard against her clitoris stimulating the waves of orgasms
that flooded through Shyler’s open vagina walls. She laid there in a daze, her
eyes unmoving as Sebastian trimmed away the last of her pubic hair.
Dean Jean-Pierre
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