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Cinthe touched her shoulder lightly. “I know it’s hard for you, but you must get undressed. There will be no secrets between us three. We are forming a unit. Then I am going to shave you both. You will both be as sensitive as I am and the sex will be even better.”
“Can’t I—?”
“No, undress now, Bev. It’s like swimming in cold water. Better to dive straight in and then you accept it.” Hyacinthe’s eyes had darkened with sympathy, but her chin was firm with purpose.
Inigo looked at Beverley, concern in his eyes. “If you have a … scar … or something, I would never laugh at you or tell other people. You know that, don’t you?”
His words shocked her out of her pity party. He thought she’d had a mastectomy or other major surgery and here she was acting like a drama queen because she was fat.
“No, nothing like that. I’m just fat and I know that puts men off sex. Not that you and I are having sex, of course.” God, she was digging herself deeper and deeper into the pit here.
Bev turned her back on him and quietly started to remove her clothing, including the extra-large t-shirt she’d worn, hoping to be able to sleep in it.
When she turned around Hyacinthe had laid the towels on the edge of the bed, with the other equipment ready and waiting on the nightstand. Inigo sat on the towel next to the nightstand, leaving the one nearest Beverley for her to sit on. Her entire body blushing pink in embarrassment, Bev lowered her head and sat on the towel.
“Shaved genitals make the skin a lot more sensitive. It heightens all the erotic sensations for both people involved. So for foreplay, I will shave you both then we’ll go from there,” Hyacinthe announced. “Who wants to be first? Or should I do you both together?”
“I don’t mind.”
“You choose.”
Beverley and Inigo spoke at the same time.
“Okay I’ll do you together.” Hyacinthe sprayed shaving cream lavishly over Inigo’s blond curls and then over Beverley’s brown ones. Next she wet the razor and stroked it around Inigo’s cock. Beverley couldn’t help noticing how Inigo’s shaft grew longer when Hyacinthe touched it.
Then it was her turn as Cinthe swept the razor across her mons.
Unbelievably carnal sensations swamped Beverley—the gentle slide of the razor across her pubis, the light touches of Hyacinthe’s slender fingers on her pussy. Then she watched the razor move through the nest of curls surrounding Inigo’s cock, understanding why he was groaning and shivering as goose bumps spread across her own flesh, not from cold but from lust.
Shaving the two of them together was twice as potent an aphrodisiac, Beverley understood now, because even though seeing a man’s cock did not arouse her, knowing Inigo was feeling what she was feeling, knowing Hyacinthe’s soft touches aroused him as they aroused her—all that was beyond erotic, way beyond the usual teasing of foreplay. Hyacinthe had been making all the decisions for them, but she was right. She was the core around which they were gathered and her choices were just what they needed to help them become a unit.
If Hyacinthe wasn’t careful, Beverley and Inigo would both come before they even got into bed. Or maybe that was Hyacinthe’s plan, thought Beverley. Today was a lot more than “getting to know you better”.
Beverley realized her guess had been correct. The way Hyacinthe was teasing Inigo’s cock and anus as she shaved the last of his hair was driving him close to the breaking point. His cock was very engorged, huge and hot and red, the head a deep reddish-purple, and it was obvious even to Beverley that he was hanging onto his control by the slenderest of threads.
Cinthe leaned forward, rinsed the last of the shaving cream off and sucked Inigo’s cock into her mouth.
“Oh, God, Hyacinthe, don’t! I can’t—”
“Come, Inigo. Come for me now.” Hyacinthe lifted her mouth off him for just a moment to speak.
Inigo moaned, his hands buried in Hyacinthe’s hair as her mouth worked his cock. Beverley watched, entranced, as he thrust into Hyacinthe’s mouth several more times, groaning again when Hyacinthe’s hands moved around his balls, rolling them and stroking his cock.
Hyacinthe licked him a little more, kissed him to share his own flavor with him, then rinsed her hands in the bowl and took a drink of water before moving across to Beverley as Inigo relaxed back on the bed.
Bev caught herself wondering what a man tasted like then decided not to find out. She was not sucking a cock. But sucking a pussy, oh yes, she’d be more than happy to suck off Hyacinthe.
Hyacinthe pushed her back farther on the bed. “Put your feet flat on the bed so I can get these last fine hairs from around your lips.”
Beverley obediently arranged herself as instructed, glad Inigo had his eyes closed and seemed to be trying to recover from his own orgasm.
Hyacinthe began to tease and torment Beverley’s cunt, touching the pussy lips lightly then flicking a fingernail over her clit, before shaving a few tiny hairs around her anus. Bev couldn’t unlock her gaze from Cinthe touching her, teasing her, playing with her lips, her clit, and gently inserting a finger into her anus and twirling it around.
Hyacinthe tormented Bev, shaving a few little hairs here and there, but mostly arousing Beverley more and more, trailing the handle of the razor over Bev’s most sensitive skin, touching her inner thighs, tickling the joint between her leg and her body with her hair. Finally, Cinthe put down the razor and licked Bev’s slit from front to back before thrusting her tongue into Bev’s channel.
“Oh, fuck,” whispered Beverley, icy-hot chills running through her body. The coil of need that had been building in her belly since Cinthe first started to touch her suddenly raged out of control, consuming her with the desperate need to come.
Hyacinthe put her mouth on Beverley’s clit, sucking it then flicking her tongue over it. All the while her fingers teased, one hand on Bev’s channel and pussy lips, the other on her anus, sliding in out of that tight little pucker.
