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Date: Thu,  7 Feb 2002 07:10:08 -0500
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                           A Close Shave
                            by Tom Thumper


	"God, I love small towns," thought Trent Gowan as he watched
the firm ass of his waitress Tandy undulate away from him.  Only small
towns had women like this.  Trent loved Tandy's snug little pink dress-
uniform and the black fishnet stockings, but it was only in a small town
that you could pitch a buxom maid's ass and she'd whirl around sexily
surprised, then laugh easily and ask if there was anything else you
needed.
	"Yeah, actually," he said, pulling out his thick wallet and
fingering some bills.  "I need a hair cut.  I couldn't find one in
Peachville."  Trent was your regular traveling salesman, going from
town to town, looking for sales and the odd friendly broad.
	"Haircut," mused Tandy, slipping her pencil behind her ear and
into her large bun of blond hair.  She looked at the ceiling for a moment,
which was fine with Trent: it let him ogle her equally curvy front.
	"There's Bill's Barbershop-"
	"No, I want a salon.  One run by a woman," Trent said.
	She gave him a big grin.  "Why's that?"
	"I only let women touch my hair."  She leaned in and ran her
fingers, with their long pink nails through his jet-black hair.
	"Well, then," she said with a deep breath.  "I'll send you to my
friend Brenda.  When she does my hair I get all weak at the knees."
	"I bet you do."
	With the address in hand, Trent left the diner, his wallet lighter
than when it had got there.  The food was okay, but damn the service
was fine!

---------- [cartoon of Tandy] ---------

	"Hi, are you Brenda?" asked Trent with what he hoped wasn't
too much excitement.
	The salon had been easy to find.  The place was only a block away
from the diner, with a large sign in neon in the window: HAIR RASING
in large curlicues.  Trent stepped in to find the only one in the place
was a woman in her twenties with short spiky burgundy hair curled
up in a large comfy green chair.  She stretched lazily and stood up.
	The girl that stood before him was the most lithesome creature
Trent had seen in many a moon.  Her red short-shorts accented her
long slim legs and the little crop top was positively stuffed with her
tasty young tits.  She put down the Maxim mag she was reading and
gave Trent another one of those friendly small town smiles.
	As Brenda -- because yes! she was indeed Brenda -- led him to the
back of the salon to shampoo his hair, she asked what kind of cut he
wanted.
	"I'd like to get a head shave," he said.
	"Really?" She had him lean his head back into the sink and
began to run the water so it would heat up.  "You want it all off?
Why would you do that?"
	"Oh, not all off," he said trying to make eye contact but only
partially succeeding.  From this angle he could see the soft underside
curves of her breasts from under her crop top.  Brenda was a naughty
little hairdresser.  "Not all the way off.  Just leave a   of an inch.
It's convenient; me being on the road all the time.  Besides," he said as
Brenda pushed his head back into the nicely hot water, pressing her
breasts against his face.  "I find that women like to touch my head
when I'm that short."
	"Oh yeah," she said, squirting some milky white shampoo
into her hands and then into Trent's thick hair.  "Women love to
touch velvety soft hair."  She laughed and then got up on her tiptoes
to get the back of Trent's head.  "You'll be pussy soft when I'm
through with you!"
	Trent chuckled and gave her rump a smack.  She just giggled
and said, "What a dirty mind I have."  She was straining to get her
hands properly into his scalp.  "I don't usually have big fellers in my
place.  How about I just get up like this-"  She swung  her leg
over top of him and straddled him.  Trent found himself
cradling Brenda's pert little ass with her tits pushed ardently into his
face as Brenda thoroughly scrubbed and then rinsed his hair.
	"That's it," she said, as he squeezed her bottom experimentally.
"You hold me steady."  Brenda leaned back and ran her fingers
through Trent's sodden hair.


---- [cartoon of Brenda giving Trent a face full of boobs] ------

	She shifted in his lap and leaned over to grab a towel.
The shift gave Trent such a cock twang he couldn't help but smack
Brenda's ass--all firm and packed into her tight little shorts.
	She reared up with a playfully indignant look on her face.
	"I heard that you know all about pussy soft," he drawled.
	A confused look passed over her face, then she blushed.
	"Oh, that's right, Tandy sent you over."
	Before he could ask how soft Tandy was, Brenda dropped the
towel over his head and began to rub furiously.  He grabbed
her bottom again and began to buck.  Let her take some dick grinding!
She just giggled and rubbed even harder.
	Once she was satisfied he was dry, and that she had a very
spirited and aroused stallion under her, she slipped off his lap and
motioned him to come with her into the back room.
	"But I thought," he said, placing one hand on the towel around
his head and the other on his stiffening cock to push the growing bulge
down.  "I thought the chairs were in the front."
	"This room," she said, opening the door.  "Is for special
customers.  It's much more cozy."  She pushed him into the room.  She
smelled like fresh cut peaches.
	The room was covered with mirrors, including the
ceilings, and where there were no mirrors nude figures, men and
women, voluptuous and aroused, pleasured each other.
	"Nice," he said.
	"Thank you.  You have no idea how much I had to pay the artist!
I like my customers to be in the right mood."  She patted a large plush
barber's chair.
	"The right mood?"  He sat down in the chair, it was wide and
luxurious, but was a working barber chair.
	"Yes, cause I think a hair cut - a shave - is a very intimate act."
She ran her fingers down his thick neck.
	Trent gulped, through the mirror his eyes were all over her firm
booty and swelling tits.
	"Very intimate," she repeated.
	She turned and with her face very close to his, she unbuttoned
his shirt, revealing his chest which was surprisingly big for a
traveling salesman.  She ran her hand through his soft brown chest hair.
	"Mmmm furry," she said, letting her fingers linger on his nipples.
She briefly cast her mind back to her bedroom where her life-sized
stuffed bear Beorne sat on her bed.  Beorne had been equipped with
a massive bear cock.  At nights he would maul her and mount her
and force her pretty smooth legs apart to reveal her pussy...
	"Oh my," Trent gasped.  "Do you always undress your
customers?"
	" I hate using a sheet," she said.  "It gets in the way of the hair-
dresser and her hunky customer."  She picked up a razor and let it purr
in her hand.  "Shall we begin?"  He nodded.
	It was more of a dance than a haircut.  She ran the razor
over the smooth curve of his skull.  She pressed herself into him as the
razor growled through his hair.  Her hips, her thighs, the curve of her
boobs, her hands were all over him as she braced herself.  It seemed there
was no part of her that didn't touch him.  She grunted and squealed in
pleasure.  When the majority of his head was mowed, she placed his
head between her breasts and ran her hands over his skull feeling for
rough spots.  Satisfied she finished by twirling the whorls of his
ears, letting her small finger tips slip deep into his canals.
	"Almost velvet," she panted, sighing heavily with excitement.
"Just a little more."  She slowly ran the razor over and over his head.
"It is so cool!  I don't to shave as many clients as I want..."  She paused,
blushed, and then continued.  "And I never get to shave the places
I really want to shave."
	She bent over, letting him again, contemplate the beautiful
full curves of her bottom.  Finding what she wanted, she straightened
slightly and looked over her shoulder grinning.
	"Like what you see?"  She was holding a hand-mirror.
	"Oh yeah!"  His cock was curled into a pleasurable knot.
He'd never had a woman prance in front of him like this.  And the
vibrations through her fingers as she caressed his scalp had awoke some
even deeper lust.  He would do anything now.
	"And the back?" she asked holding the mirror so he could
see the back of his head.
	He grinned and nodded.  Pussy soft!
	"But oh my!  You are covered in hair!  Time to sweep you
off."  Brenda picked up a small horse hair brush with soft bristles,
and began, starting with his broad shoulders to lovingly, ticklishly,
to sweep the hair from Trent's naked torso.
	"Raise you arms, please."  She was bent before him, taking
obvious pleasure to make sure every inch of his tingling exposed
skin was free of loose hair.
	She finished at the top of his trousers, letting the brush scoop
under the pants and tickle his bulge.  Trent gasped.  What a hair cut!
	"You know," she said,  tripping her fingers down his flat
stomach following the trail of his chest hair.  "I also shave other
places...and I do it for free."  She was looking deeply into his eyes,
a hopeful look on her face.
	"Really?"  Trent's eyes widened.
	"Yes."  She ran her hands down his pant legs, her back was
arched like a cat's.  "It is the most amazing experience and..."  She
trailed off, blushing.
	"Yes?"
	"Well aside from making women wild with your sleek cock.
The shaving will make you look...bigger.  If you need that."
	Trent grunted and put his hands behind his head.
	"You be the judge, sugar. "  He chuckled.  "I'll have some
explaining to do to Pam when I get home.  Ah, fuck it!"  He chucked
again.
	"Your girl?"  Brenda grinned.
	"A hot little red head.  Loves to be fucked in public, but
doesn't give much head."
	"She might be more interested after I'm through with you!"
Insisted Brenda, licking her lips.  "Let's get you prepared.  I need you
to be totally naked.  Lucky me!"  She kneeled and took off his shoes
and socks, then had him stand so she could unfasten his pants.
Slowly, she eased down the zipper, relishing the soft click of each
tooth as it let go.
	The trousers rustled to the floor, Trent stepped out and kicked
them into the corner with his shirt.  He stood with his legs a foot apart,
his hands curled at his side.  He was muscular, he must work out
plenty at the gym.
	Brenda grinned at the large coil of man muscle underneath
his gray bikini underwear.  Pubic hair was sticking out the top.
	"This is gonna be a big job!" she said.
	"Are you prepared for such a large job?" he asked.
	"Oh, I've been doing my homework,  my bar work, my back-
alley-work, and my bed work.  I'm very ready.  But still ready to learn."
	"Then let's go!"  He flexed his pecs.  She could smell his musk
as she peeled his underwear off and his cock uncoiled and flopped
in her face.  He was eight and a half inches, circumcised, with a dark
band just under his cock head.  The head was so large, and leaned to
the left in a pleasant curve.  He was only half erect, already a nice
and thick 'un slithering out of a thick bush of pubic hair.  She
swallowed hard as she gazed at him.
	"Now let's get you back in the chair."  He sat obediently while
she pulled a long straight razor from her tray of tools.  "The big
blade gives the best results," she explained.  "And it makes it more
exciting, too."  She pulled out a can of shaving cream.  Trent
noticed it said 'edible' on the label.
	"Speaking of exciting-"  She lifted Trent's cock from between
his spread legs; it had a nice weight.  "I get the best results when the
cock is taunt, big, hard, fully-"  She paused feeling Trent in her hand.
"Fully engorged."
	Trent looked down at Brenda, kneeling between his legs,
balanced on her heels.
	"You'd better talk to the cock.   And, oh yeah!"  He reach
out and pressed the tip of her nose.  "You'd better talk to him topless.
He always listens better when he's pointing at boobies who've burst
their harness."
	"They don't have a harness, silly."  She peeled off her t-shirt
letting her tits playfully bounce like eager bunnies on his knees.
	"Have I got Mr. Cock's attention?"
	"Mr. Cock is nodding his agreement."  Trent's cock really
had a hard spot for double-D tits!
	"Well," she said.  "Perhaps you'd like to hear about how I
learned to love shaved cock."  She blew softly on his cock head.
	"Yes, tell me how you made your discovery."
	"It was at a party about five years ago."
	"Oh, that kind of party."
	"No, silly."  She sprayed cool shaving lotion all around his cock,
so it seemed his dick was rising out of a cloud.  "It was a very boring
party.  I was there with my boyfriend,  an accountant.  He wanted to
make contacts.  Very, very boring."
	"Will this story keep Mr. Cock's interest?  Or maybe Mr. Cock
should explore the beautiful valley between your tits..."
	"Mr. Cock should keep very straight through this entire story,"
said Brenda.  I'll even make sure my boobies jiggle lots for Mr. Cock.
Now let me tell you my story!"  She held the razor to Trent's cock.
	"Very well."
	"Well I did something very naughty.  I was feeling so sleepy
I went into the bedroom where all the coats were tossed and curled up
under a bunch of them."
	"Mmmm what were you wearing?"
	"Naughty boy," said Brenda, taking the first stroke with the
razor.  It slipped down Trent's shaft light as a bird.  Brenda stroked
the path it left.  Smooth.  "I was wearing a mini-skirt and tank top.
No underwear.  Just to keep the party from completely boring me to
death."
	"Well I had been napping for at least ten minutes when the
door opened and then shut.  I figured it was someone coming in for
their coat.  I wasn't very awake so I just lay there and hoped they'd
go away.
	"But they didn't go away."  Brenda began stroking the cock
with the razor, letting it slip this way and that.  Trent felt the
coolness of the blade, it's sharpness.  He was going to be completely
naked.  "Instead, whoever it was sat at the very top of the bed.  I was
in the middle, being dead quiet.  What was this person doing?"
	"Then I heard the zipper."  Trent could feel the razor all
around the base of his cock, where it was really thick.  Brenda was
really well practiced shaving cock, the razor sped unerring over the
taut surface of his dong.  She swung him freely, tugging his cock
up and down.
	"Then there was this low grunt.  And then a breath out.  I
risked a peek.  There was the man of the house, a very distinguished
man, with just the hint of gray, still very fit, sitting with his legs
spread, pulling out his dick, which was very  long and pink.  He
leaned back on the pillows, shut his eyes and began to stroke his
cock.  He began to mutter.  'Oh that hot little brunette!  Suck my
cock baby.  Feel how smooth I am sexy.  Take those balls.  Take
'em honey!"
	"I was amazed.  I mean how often do you get to see a man
jack-off unaware?  And he was right.  His cock, his balls were SO
smooth.  I began to wonder how they would feel in my mouth.  My
hand had slipped under my mini.  We were masturbating together."
	"I decided, fuck it, I was never going to get him in a better
spot.  I slipped off my top and then burst out of the coats and
jackets like I was a trollop in a birthday cake."
	"You should have seen the look on his face.  His hands
jerked off his cock like it was a hot-plate and he collapsed back
into the pillows.  But I was quick!  I grabbed his cock and sucked
him off like a sweet sixteen on her first lollipop.  Oh he got over
his surprise pretty quickly when he saw a woman half his age
deep throating him!  I guess we were both pretty bored with the
party.  But that was one I'll never forgot, such a beautifully smooth
shaft and balls in my mouth!  And I bet he never forgot it either."
	"You seem to be all done," said Brenda looking down at
Trent's cock.  And it was true,  Trent's dick was completely hair
free looking ten inches, sleek and ready to fire.  He was
amazed at the new sensations that seemed to flow into it.
	"Let me give you a final tidy."  Brenda bent over and
placed her tongue on Trent's balls, then slowly she ran her tongue
up the underside of Trent's dong, coming finally to the very tip
of his cock.  She slowly ran her tongue over the tip licking up
each pulse of pre-cum.  With her eyes shut she wrapped her lips
round him and slid down and down and down, till Trent could
feel her sucking on his balls.  Oh god!
	There was a quick knock on the door.
	"Brenda?"  It was a familiar voice.  Brenda didn't respond,
she was sucking and trying to unbutton her shorts.  "Hey Brenda,
you in there?  I sent this hottie over to you-"
	The door swung open and there was Tandy, still in her
waitress outfit.
	"Oh!" Tandy grinned.
	"Hi," said Trent.
	Brenda said nothing still sucking off Trent's throbbing member.
	"I see you decided to go for the full servicing!" said Tandy.
She stood behind Trent and ran her hands in circles over his shaved
head.  Trent sighed as Brenda bobbed her head up and down on his
cock.
	"That's the only way to shut her up, you know," said Tandy,
unbuttoning the front of her waitress dress, revealing her perky tits
and further down a little pink thong with a yellow daisy on the scrap
of silk that covered her pussy.  "Only a nice big cock down her
throat will shut Brenda up."  Tandy pressed a nipple into Trent's
mouth and encouraged him to start sucking, as her fingers pushed
under her panties and into her snatch.  "When she licks me she tells
me naughty things about her teddy bear and what she and her grade
eleven English teacher Miss Bottom got up to after class."


------- [ cartoon of Tandy and Brenda pleasuring Trent ] --------


	"She tongues your pussy?"  Trent groaned, Brenda was
showing no mercy, squeezing his balls as she contracted her throat
around him.
	"Every week, after she shaves me."  Tandy slipped her
dripping fingers from her snatch and seasoned the base of Trent's
cock.  Brenda's eyes got very wide and she immediately slipped
even further down Trent's cock to where she could suck and lick
up every precious drop.
	"You know, I think she liked that!" exclaimed Tandy.  Before
Trent could say anything she had ripped off her thong, jumped
onto the chair and down onto Trent's barber pole sized cock.
	"Oh shit!" both Tandy and Trent gasped:  Tandy because
she had never felt her pussy stretch so pleasurably and Trent
because Tandy pussy was like a silk glove with muscular hand.
	Brenda giggled so hard she nearly wet herself.
	"I haven't had fun like this since me and my naughty friend
Debbie were hitch-hiking across country and a heavy metal band
gave us a ride in their tour bus.  They took us riding and sucking
and spanking for nearly four hundred miles!  We could hardly walk
for days after, but that didn't matter cause we had made $5,000
each, enough to stay at this spa where these Swedish girls - twins
actually - they gave us massages that-"
	"Hey!" interrupted Tandy, who was clamped on Trent's dick,
riding it hard.  "Shut your tarty mouth and lick my juice off of
Trent's pole!"
	"Oh!" said Brenda brightly.  "Yes, Tangy-juices!"
	Tandy rocked herself up and down as Brenda sucked all around
Trent's base and up and down his shaft, squeezing his nuts some
more and, most mischievously, she fingered his ass, which surprised
Trent at first, but as the pleasure started to radiate up to his cock he
found himself swelling even larger and more aroused than he'd ever
been.  Soon cum was running down Trent's pole as he cried out
what fucking excellent little whores they were.
	But even filled up with cum Tandy wouldn't stop her snatch
from squeezing and sliding, as she cried out and shook violently, her
tits smacking Trent's face, climaxing.  Trent's cock revived in
record time.  He had yet another raging hard-on, except this one
would really need a hard pounding to satisfy it.
	"Want to see something funny?" Tandy gasped, pulling
herself gingerly off of Trent's stiff dick, leaving it quivery with lust.
Tandy slipped behind Brenda.  Brenda had gotten her hand into her
panties, but they and her shorts were still on.  "Hands up you
cock-sucking pussy pleasurer!"  shouted Tandy.  Brenda put her
hands up.  God she looked scrumptious topless!  So big and bouncy!
	"Get a load of this!"  Tandy yanked Brenda's shorts and
panties down.
	"Tandy!"  Brenda cried.  Her hands clutched over her pussy,
but it was too late Trent saw the large, thick thatch of jet black pubic
hair - a pelt really!  He grabbed Brenda's hands and pulled them over
her head.
	"What's this?" he asked.  His erection was getting bigger, not
smaller.  "What is all this?"  He ran his fingers slowly through the
black tangle.  She was moist and hot.
	"I- I-" Brenda stuttered.  Her cheeks were crimson.
	"Oh don't worry," said Trent.  "We now how to take care of
girls like you!"  He threw her across the barber chair, her ripe bum
up, and a great tuft of pussy hair between her legs.  Before she could
think to struggle, he mounted her, sliding his dong deep into her.  He
was going to pump her ass hard.
	Brenda's moans were interspersed with exclamations about
past fuckings-from-behind and how great Trent was.  Trent motioned
to Tandy, who quickly positioned herself in front of Brenda.  She
grabbed Brenda by the back of the head and pushed her into her pussy.
Muffled, Brenda continued to talk, but because she was tonguing
greedily as well, it was unintelligible, except for the odd gasp and
groan, and 'oh harder!'
	Each time Trent thrust Brenda's tongue went deeper and faster
into Tandy.  It was like having a living extendo-dong!  Trent hammered
away, harder and faster till Tandy shrieked and dropped to the floor
twitching with orgiastic pleasure.  Then Brenda cried out and with a
great shoot of cum blasted off from the chair and fell a-top Tandy.
	In the end Trent stood over them both and spurted his seed
into their panting lips and all over their generous bosoms.

                            ******

	"Much obliged for the shave girls," he said, dressed now and
grinning at the cum covered couple still on the floor.  They would
have to shower together to get unstuck!  "I'll be sure to stop by for
a trim and a shave the next time I'm in town.  I'll fill you up with all
the details of how my girl reacts when I whip out my smooth 'un."
	Just before he walked out the front door, he dropped a dollar
into the tip jar.  They earned every penny!



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