I snapped up the scissors from my bag and I ran my fingers through her light patch of hair. I felt her body flinch and I could hear her breathing quicken.
“Barb, you need to relax honey, I’ve done this hundreds of times before” I told her. “Just lie back and take a deep breath dear.”
I watched her body slump as she relaxed her elbows and lay on her back. I saw her take a deep breath as I instructed and I saw her tits rise and fall. I slid my fingers back through the hair of her pussy and got it between my fingers as I started to snip it with the scissors.
I combed my free hand through her hair as I snipped and made sure to rest it directly on her snatch. I made a show of snipping with the scissors while increasing the pressure with my non-cutting hand. On one or two occasions I knew I was resting directly above her clit, and it wasn’t long before I started getting my desired result.
I could feel the heat from Barbara’s body as my hands gently groomed her. I was starting to smell her as her body warmed to my touch and I knew I was having an effect on her. I started to move in closer with the scissors and I started getting my hands directly on the lips of her pussy, and I could see the moisture starting to form on her delicious little clam.
I brushed her once with my thumb and her hips wiggled involuntarily. I laid my palm directly on her as I continued cutting and I managed to get a moan from her buzzed lips. I had her just about to the point where I could go in for the kill shot, but I still knew I wanted her shaved clean.
“Once second honey” I told her as I sprang to me feet.
I could see from the corner of my eye that she was wiggling her hips as I bolted to the bathroom. I knew she was trying to shake off whatever sexual tension I had just spun on her, but I wasn’t finished with her yet – not by a long shot.
I ran the water hot from the bathroom faucet and I soaked a washcloth. I was back in the bedroom a second later and was thrilled to see she hadn’t moved. She still had her eyes on the ceiling and I knew she was just begging for me to be finished.
“Almost done Barb” I said, as I started to massage her with the hot, wet washcloth.
I ran the entire washcloth over the stubble of her trimmed pussy. I made sure to drag the wet, rough fabric all over her thighs and across her sex. When I was satisfied I had her wet and ready I pulled the shaving cream and razor from my bag. By the time she realized I had started with the razor I already had the cream spread about her pussy.
“Easy now, don’t move – this will just be a sec” I told her, and I started to pull the razor across her stubble.
Despite what I was telling her, it was my first time shaving another woman’s pussy, and I could feel my own snatch soaking wet. I smoothed the cream around her lips and I trimmed her until she was glistening bald, and when I was satisfied there wasn’t a hint of hair left on her pussy I leaped back to my feet.
“Almost done!” I told her.
I took my shaving kit back to the bathroom and ran another stream of hot water from the faucet. I soaked another clean washcloth and brought it back to my princess on the bed. My shaving was done, and she only needed to be cleaned up, but it was the part I had been looking forward to the most.
I got down between her legs and started to rub the last of the shaving cream off of her bare pussy. I knew by this time she was agonizing over how excited the whole episode had made her. I could see that she had her eyes forced closed as I took my time dabbing the warm washcloth at the folds of her naked sex. Even as I cleaned her I could tell her pussy was wet from the inside out from her excitement.
I dabbed at the edges of her pussy, dragging the washcloth back in towards her thighs. The movement caused her naked pussy lips to open up and expose the moisture building up inside. I dabbed a few more times at her and watched her chest as her breathing quickened. I reached towards her with a thumb and gently rested it right above her clit.
I watched her body flex and heard a soft moan from her lips but she didn’t make a move to stop me. I started to rub her, gently at first, while I spread her open with my other hand. The moan she had given me before was soft and subtle, but as I increased the pressure with my thumb she groaned louder in spite of herself.
“Shhh Barb, it’s ok” I told her. “It’s completely normal to get aroused when you’re getting trimmed. Just relax and let me take care of you honey.”
Her head moved in what could have been a nod but she said nothing. I put the washcloth down, freeing my other hand, and started to concentrate on her bald pussy. I opened her up with my fingers and started rubbing her pussy exactly like I knew she needed it touched. I could see the points of her nipples starting to stick up through her blouse and I smiled to myself as I continued to stroke her.
I thought about all those years ago and how she would not have even touched me as her cheerleading friends mocked me. I delighted in the thought that I was now driving her crazy as I continued to rub her wet pussy and bring her closer to orgasm. I let one of my fingers drop and linger ever so lightly over the dimpled rosebud of her asshole. Her hips twitched and she moaned as I brought my hands back to her sex and got back to work.
“That’s it, just relax” I told her, as I scooted up higher on the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbow as I started to push my fingers into her and I watched her body writhe. She was all mine, I had her climax right at the tip of my fingers. Her eyes remained closed as I teased her with my fingers and I listened to her moan. I pushed a second finger into her and pressed my thumb onto her clit and I watched as her mouth opened up in a moan. I didn’t hesitate for a second as I lowered my mouth over hers and I started to kiss her.
Her eyes opened in surprise, but I increased the pressure on her clit, causing her to moan more. I pushed my tongue into her wet mouth and was delighted when she started to reciprocate my wet kiss. I knew she was still conflicted so I increased the tempo between her legs as I wrapped myself around her. I felt her start to give into me as she wrapped her arms around me and I felt her pussy start to spasm on my fingers.
Chapter 8
I was sitting in the local coffee shop contemplating my next move. The store I was sitting in had not been a coffee shop when I had grown up in the little town, mainly because I didn’t think pop culture coffee shops were a thing then. I remembered the store being a greeting card store or something, which seemed appropriate since those were now a thing of the past.
I sipped my latte and thought about my little tryst with Barbara Jean. It thrilled me to think I had introduced the prom queen of Lincoln High to her first lesbian encounter. Explaining her shaved pussy to her husband would be one thing. Explaining to him in a couple of months why she was no longer interested in having sex with him was something else altogether.
I swore I felt eyes on me as I sipped my drink, and I knew that my time as an anonymous newcomer in the town would be coming to a close. Small towns were notorious for their vicious rumor mills, and I had given the people of this town a lot to talk about. I knew once I left people would start to talk openly about me, and loose lips would start to slip. There were marriages hanging in the balance all over town as I sat there sipping my drink.
But I still had one more score to settle.
I was looking at the police cruiser parked across the street from the coffee shop. The car was empty and the patrolman was no doubt on the street in one of the little stores. The police in communities like this were usually tight with shopkeepers and talked, which was something else I was counting on. Only it wasn’t that particular patrolman I was interested in.
I wanted to take a shot at Chief Robert Winslow.
Bobby Winslow was the whole reason I had come back to this place to begin with. He had been the quarterback at Lincoln High that was responsible for my humiliation all those years ago. He had been the one to slide his finger up my ass and give me that name I had lived with my entire senior year in high school.
Backdoor Becky!
I knew I had sewn seeds of mistrust
But I was coming to get him.
Chapter 9
I was watching the police station. It was late on a Thursday afternoon and I knew he was in there. Watching Bobby Winslow’s movements had been my first order of business when I had come into town, and I knew he had at least another hour before he would be going home to his sweet wife Julie.
I checked my outfit one last time before getting out of the car. I had been inspired by my little tryst with Barbara Jean and I had decided to go with a short skirt. I had liked how it had given me easy access to that pussy of hers that was now nice and smooth, and easy access was exactly what I wanted to give Chief Winslow. I had paired it with a top tight enough to tempt the strongest of men, and fixed my big tits one last time before getting out of the car.
I went over my plan one more time as I approached the door to the station. I suspected that Bobby Winslow would be the hardest seduction of all, since he was a public official in a position of authority. I wanted badly to make that bastard pay for sticking his finger up my ass all those years ago, but I suspected he would be the hardest to tempt out of all my old friends.
I entered the station house and felt two sets of eyes on me, and I watched as a deputy approached the front desk.
“Well, hello there” the deputy said. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Chief Winslow” I said. “I’m afraid he’s not expecting me.”
I felt his eyes scan over me and linger at all the right places, before picking up the phone and dialing an extension.
“Chief, there’s a…” he paused and looked at me for a name.
“Langley. Vicky Langley” I told him.
“There’s a Vicki Langley here to see you” he said, and then he nodded as if the chief could see him and hung up the phone.
“Follow me ma’am” he said as he motioned me around the corner of his desk.
I followed the deputy back through the maze of desks and passed the other policeman who had been present. I felt his eyes on my body as I slowly sashayed my way past him.
Perfect, the more people who see me here before I bang him the better
The deputy brought me to a large office at the end of the hallway and I felt my stomach knot when I saw the nameplate of distinction perched on his door.
Robert. M. Winslow, Chief of Police
The deputy wrapped lightly with his knuckles and opened the door, letting me slip past him. I then watched as he nodded and closed the door behind me. I turned and looked at Chief Bobby Winslow, sitting perched behind his desk like a king, and I felt all the raw feelings of anger start to seep back into me.
“Vicki” he said, beaming his bright, quarterback smile. “Wow, you look great. What an unexpected surprise. What can I do for you?”
“Well, I think the question is more, what can I do for you” I said to him, letting my hand drift to the neckline of my shirt.
I walked around his desk and stood right in front of him, giving him a close look at what I was offering him.
“What?” he said, as he tilted his head, sizing me up.
I stood looking at the handsome man who had embarrassed me all those years ago. I knew I was going to need to press him to get him to do what I wanted him to do. I knew the odds were against me to try and get him to jump my bones right there in his office, so I needed to be direct and to the point with him. And before I opened my mouth to proposition him again he was speaking.
“Do you mean sex?” he asked me.
“That’s exactly what I mean” I replied, caught off guard a bit by his directness.
“Great!” he said, as he reached out to grab me.
Bobby Winslow pulled me onto his lap before I had a chance to react. His mouth was on mine and his hands were on my body and I realized I was not in control of the situation any longer. I felt his hands roaming my body and landing on my tits and I realized that my body was starting to respond to his roughness. He had his hands in my shirt and I felt his fingers on my nipples and I broke his kiss long enough to gasp.
“Oh, you like that do you?” he said, and his mouth was back on mine before I had the chance to answer him.
I needed to slow things down to get the ball back on my court. He was feeling me up like a teenager and I was starting to feel like I was in the backseat of that car with him all those years ago. I felt his hands go under my skirt and a second later he was rubbing my pussy and I realized I could feel my own moisture. I twisted in his arms and I tried to resist him but his hand still snaked its way into my panties. I felt his fingers on my snatch as I bit my lower lip and then I felt his slick fingers start to travel lower.
Backdoor Becky!
I felt him graze the outer rim of my ass and it gave me enough energy to break from his strong embrace. I fell back onto the floor and looked up to see Bobby Winslow looking back down at me. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition cross his face as he sat there looking down at me. It was a look I had not seen from any of my other high school friends since I had come back into town and I felt my body tense.
“You look familiar?” he started to say.
I got back up on my knees and got between his legs and put my hands on his zipper.
“Maybe you’ve dreamt about me before” I said to him as I pulled his zipper down and pulled his pants to his knees.
His cock was big and hard as I fished it from his pants. It was the same cock I would have given myself to all those years ago in the backseat of that car. He could have taken my virginity with it if he had chosen, but he humiliated me instead. I planned on fucking it and driving a spike through his marriage that would slowly kill it.
I opened my mouth and put his cock in and I felt Bobby Winslow start to relax. I started pumping him and using my mouth in ways I knew would be the stuff of legend after I left town. I was pumping his cock as I ran my tongue over him as I listened to him sigh. I felt the power shift back into my control and I was starting to relax when I heard him speak.
“So what brought this on Vicki?” he asked me.
“Let’s just say I want to give something back to the community” I said, and then returned my mouth to him.
“You do huh?” I heard him say, and I felt his body shift in his chair.
I heard him as he keyed the microphone on his desk.
“Phillips, Kowalski – get in here. I have a hot young lady who’s feeling charitable” he said.
Uh oh!
I tried to lift my head from between his legs but his strong hands kept me in place. I heard the door to his office open and then the catcalls that followed.
“Whoa – what have you got there chief?” one of them said.
“I’ve got a charitable citizen who says she wants to give something back” Bobby Winslow said.
I continued to blow Bobby Winslow and resigned myself to fucking all three of them. I felt hands at my waist and a second later felt my wet panties being dragged down my legs. Whoever was back there was starting to probe my pussy with his fingers and I heard myself moan. I felt the fingers slide out of me and start to linger around my asshole.
Jesus, what the hell was it with these guys?
I reached back to swat the hands away as I felt Bobby’s hands relax on my head. I quickly pivoted my body to face the man behind me and I started to unzipper his pants. I was better off getting his cock in my mouth and minimizing the risk he would touch me there again. I started to suck on my second cock as I felt someone poking at my wet pussy again.
“Yeah, that’s it chief” the third man said.
I felt Bobby’s cock sliding between my legs. I felt his hands spreading my pussy open and sticking the tip in. His cock was still wet from my blowjob but my pussy was dripping. He sank into me with one thrust and I moaned as I continued blowing the cock in my mouth.
“Where’d this chick come from?” I heard one of them ask.
If they only knew – if Bobby only knew who he was fucking!
I savored the thought as I felt him pounding me. I only hoped fucking all three of them would be enough to generate a story. I felt the former quarterback’s cock start to twitch inside of me, and I moment later I listened to him groan. I kept blowing the man in front of me, but I knew I had achieved what I came to town to do.
Chapter 10
I was sitting in my living room giving the house one last glance. I had my bags packed in the corner and I sat down to finish my cup of coffee. My time with Bobby Winslow hadn’t gone exactly how I had planned it, but at the same time I knew I had accomplished everything I had come to town to do. When I left I knew they would be talking about me for years to come, and the marriages of those who had hurt me would be collapsing one by one.
I realized someone was at the front door and a second later I heard the doorbell. I shuffled through the list of people in my head that could possibly be paying me a visit. Odds were it was one of these horny husbands coming to pay me one last visit. I mused about whether I had enough time for a last romp in the hay as I headed towards the door.
I opened the door and my heart leapt into my throat. It was the one person in the town who wasn’t on my blacklist and probably was the last person I expected to see. He was the one person who had unnerved me from the moment I stepped into town, and looking at his vacant eyes now was doing nothing to change that. I was looking at Dumb Danny even as he opened his mouth to speak those three words.
“You’re Backdoor Becky” he said.
Oh fuck!
“What? What are you talking about Danny?” I said to him.
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