The Barber 3 – An Interlude

“Come back to bed, girls,” I said as Alexis and Raven hung up the phone.

“Yes, daddy,” the girls said, bounding to their feet and bouncing down the hall.

We climbed into my big, king-sized bed and snuggled up, me in the middle. Alexis was wearing a white tank top and panties, Raven a matching set in green. The both looked so sensual as they wrapped themselves around me, one on either side.

“It's still early, girls,” I said, glancing a the bedside clock. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“Can Raven spend the weekend, daddy?” Alexis asked. “That way, we can play some more and not worry about having to get her home.”

“If it's alright with her parents, sure,” I said.

“It is, daddy,” Raven said. “We called them while you were napping.”

“OK, then,” I said, wondering how long my energy would hold out with two, seemingly insatiable teenagers in my bed.

“Hows' bout we put on our new bikinis and go to the pool?” Alexis said. “It's only like 4 o'clock. There's still hours before it closes.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, watching and laughing to myself as the girls sprang out of bed and ran off down the hall to Alexis room.

I got up, stripped, and went looking for my bathing suit. I decided on a pair of long board shorts, electing to slip into an athletic supporter before putting on my suit, in case anything … came up at the pool.

I was standing in my room, just wearing the jock, when the girls came bounding back in still in their tanks and panties. They stopped as they saw me, cock covered and ass hanging out.

“Oooh, sexy, daddy,” Alexis said, stripping her shirt over her head, her firm young tits bouncing into view. Raven quickly followed suit, eyeing my butt as she did.

The girls grinned, spun around and slipped their panties down their coltish legs, bending at the waist as they did. My heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of two bald, teenage quims not five feet in front of my eyes.

They stood up, turned and, panties in hand, struck a pose. Despite the hard fucking both girls had received recently, their little pussies still had that little girl look — a tight split pointing downward at the juncture of their thighs — accented by the clean-shaven appearance.

“Christ, girls,” I growled. “Get your bikinis on or we'll never get out of the bedroom.”

“Would that be such a bad thing daddy?” Raven said, grinning at me a moment longer. Then she laughed, dropped her panties and grabbed her bikini.

Finally ready, we headed out the door and down to the apartment complex pool. Being late in the afternoon, the hottest time of the day, the pool was filled with kids in a variety of ages and more than a few hot, stay-at-home moms. My little angels caused quite a stir among the teenage boys as they sauntered up to the diving board, dropping their towels on loungers on the way. I believe I even saw a couple of the moms and a few of the teen girls eyeing their firm butts and bouncing boobs as they climbed onto the board.

I jumped into the water to cool off, then lay down on one of the loungers, enjoying the view of all the women — and girls — hanging out at the pool. I especially enjoyed watching Alexis and Raven as they frolicked together. They seemed to be attracting a lot of attention, a herd of teen boys surrounding them like planets drawn into orbit around a star.

I felt a pang in my gut and realized I was jealous of the attention MY girls were getting. Hold it, I thought to myself. That way lies nothing but trouble. I had to be as much the dad as possible, or risk giving our secret away.

It turned out I didn't have to worry. The girls quickly disengaged from their admirers, making their way across the pool to climb out right in front of me, joining me on the loungers. Alexis on my left and Raven on my right, we settled down to soak up some sun.

But it seemed the girls were having problems with their bikinis. They were constantly making little adjustments, moving the material of the panty here and there, plucking at the brief tops barely covering their nipples. And each adjustment gave me a fleeting, tantalizing flash of naked teen pussy or tit.

“Stop it girls,” I muttered. “You're going to get us in trouble if you keep flashing like that.”

Alexis gave one last tug at her panty, her fingers dipping inside for a quick rub of her 13-year-old quim. She turned to me and grinned.

“Sorry, daddy,” she said, quietly. “My pussy itches. It needs a good scratching.”

A thought came unbidden to my mind, one I'd actually had before, while using the electric trimmer on Alexis' bush. I told the girls I had an errand to run in town and they could stay at the pool for an hour or so, but to get inside before they got too much sun.

“Can we go with you, daddy?” Raven asked.

“No, baby,” I said. “This is a surprise.”

I went inside, grabbed a shirt and my wallet, slipped into some shoes and headed to my car. I drove to the seedier side of town, where I knew there were several adult bookstores which sold a variety of sex toys.

Walking inside, I was greeted by an absolutely gorgeous young clerk. She looked 18 or 19 and reminded me of an older, blond Raven. Small tits obviously unencumbered by a bra, her nipples petite diamond points poking at the tight material of a white tank top, and tiny black running shorts which hugged every curve of her delicious looking ass only served to accent the resemblance. Her name tag said, “Hi, my name is Ashley.”

“Can I help you find anything?” she asked.

“Um, vibrators,” I said. “My, um, girlfriend wants to add a few toys to our, er, sex life. I'm looking for vibrators.”

Ashley smiled, knowingly, coming out from behind the counter. Not for the first time this day, I was glad I was wearing the jock strap under my board shorts. Sinuous is the only way to describe the way this young woman moved as she took my hand and led me between two racks displaying a variety of adult videos.

“Here we go,” she said, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. “Anything in particular you're looking for?”

“Smaller,” I said. “She's pretty small, you know, down there. Nothing too big.”

“Um,” she said. “Lucky you. That means she's nice and tight, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” I said, warming to this young woman. “Very.”

We were alone in the store. Ashley took a small vibrator down from the shelf, cradling it in her hand like a hard cock, stroking her fingers up and down the shaft.

“This is one of my favorites,” she said. “The tip is just right for stimulating the clitoris and the shaft is thin enough for either vaginal or anal penetration.”

She went through the entire display like this, taking each vibrator off the shelf, caressing it like a lover while extolling its various virtues. There were penis-shaped vibrators, multiple-headed vibrators, slim, fat, long, short — a veritable cornucopia of sex toys.

Ashley was getting a far-away look in her eyes as she caressed the sex toys. She was getting distracted as she fondled the plastic and rubber shafts. Her nipples were noticeably hardening each time her fingers caressed the imitation balls. She licked her lips while caressing the mock circumcision scars at the heads. She kept losing her train of though as she discussed the various features of each faux phallus.

“Um, you mentioned something about, er, size,” she said, a fine sheen of perspiration forming on her upper lip. “How big exactly is your girlfriend. We don't want anything to sizable for her.”

“Well, I don't know exactly,” I said. “She's petite, like you. But her hips are skinnier, no offense.”

“Maybe there's something we could use for comparison,” Ashley said. “The two of you have been intimate, am I right?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering where this was going. And hoping I knew.

Ashley smiled. “I'll be right back.”

She sauntered — that's the only way to describe it — to the front of the store, her slender hips and beautiful round ass twitching from side to side with each step. I was mesmerized as her tiny black shorts switched back and forth, the pale globes of her posterior coming into view and disappearing in turn.

Looking back over her shoulder, Ashley smiled again, turned the “Open” sign to “Closed” and locked the door. She walked toward me, her braless breasts moving ever so slightly under the ribbed material of her shirt.

“Now, what's say we do a little bit of comparison, shall we?” she said, taking my hand and directing me further toward the back of the store. I didn't immediately notice Ashley pick up several of the vibrators before leading me to and through a closed door into what was apparently the office.

Inside was a desk, stacked with papers and folders, a small refrigerator and, the item that captured my interest right away — a sofa with a low coffee table in front of it. Ashley directed me to the sofa, then shimmied out of her shorts and shirt, leaving her in just a pair of tiny white cotton panties. She reached out, grabbed the waistband of my board shorts and tugged them down around my ankles.

What in the hell was happening to me? I had absolutely no idea why all these young girls, including my daughter, we suddenly throwing themselves at me. Here I was, a 40-year-old man, a single father, fucking my daughter, one of her friends and, apparently, about to fuck the 18-year-old clerk in an adult book store.

“Oooh, I love jock straps,” Ashley said. “All that tight, constricting elastic fabric restraining that hot, hard flesh.”

She rolled the waistband of the jock down, letting my throbbing cock spring free. She immediately wrapped her hand around the shaft, gripping tightly, stroking slowly.

“Um, yeah,” she said as she leaned forward and engulfed the head in her hot mouth. “Mmmm, good.”

She began bobbing slowly up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips finally buried themselves in my pubic hair. I could feel her tongue dancing around the shaft as she held me there for a few second before pulling off, gasping to catch her breath.

“Well, let's see,” she said, picking from the collection of vibrators she'd brought from the front. “I think this one, perhaps?”

Ashley held up a black, penis-shaped vibrator, the approximate size and shape of my cock. “Yes, I think so,” she said.

Leaning back, she pulled the dildo into her mouth, pushing it completely down her throat in one go. She then leaned back, pulled the crotch of her panty aside and buried the plastic phallus in her pussy. She flicked a switch on the bottom, moaning as the device began humming deep inside her snatch.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I think that's a good fit. Let's try this one, now.”

She picked up a smaller vibrator, turned it on and pressed the blunt end directly against her clit. A deep moan escaped her throat as the device stimulated her love button, grinding it hard between the clearly wet lips of her cunt.

“Mmmm, I think that one works, too,” Ashley said. “Now for the final touch.”

She leaned forward, engulfed my head of my cock into her mouth once again and grabbed my ass, pulling me forward hard. My cock slid directly into her throat, then out again as she pulled back.

“Fuck my throat,” Ashley groaned. “Please.”

I placed my hands on her head and began deep-stroking, using her mouth like a hot, wet pussy. My action freed her other hand, which immediately flew to the dildo protruding from her pussy. She began stroking the fake cock in and out, fucking her cunt in time with my cock in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I moaned. “I'm calling the Better Business Bureau. This is the best service I've received in a business in my life.”

She chuckled around my cock, sending amazing vibrations through the shaft and into my balls. Then we seriously got down to business, me fucking her throat for all I was worth, her slamming the dildo in and out of her snatch, both of us moaning until I thought the tiles were going to start falling from the ceiling.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned. “Here I cum! I'm going to fill your throat!”

Ashley pulled back until just the head of my cock remained in her mouth, buried the dildo as far aw it would go in her pussy and grasped the remaining length of my shaft. Her hand was a blur as she jerked my cock, questing for the load stirring in my balls.

“Oh, FUCK!” I yelled as the first bolt of cum rocketed up my shaft and exploded into her mouth. She groaned, struggling to swallow that blast, which was immediately followed by a second, then a third.

As the fourth blast hit the roof of her mouth, her eyes rolled back and she ground the smaller vibrator hard into her clit as her own orgasm hit. Her body stiffened, her muscles pulling her back involuntarily to collapse on the sofa. She released my still-spurting cock, which kept shooting load after load of cum across her convulsing, sweaty body.

Ashley's eyes were closed as her body finally relaxed, her orgasm ebbing, leaving her gasping on the sofa. My cock twitched as I grasped the shaft and squeezed the last drops of cum out and onto her heaving stomach.

“Damn,” Ashley moaned. “That was a good one.”

Unfocused, her eyes nevertheless opened and sought out mine.

“So,” she said. “You think your girlfriend will like these?”

“I'm willing to bet so, yes,” I said, collapsing onto the sofa beside her.

After we caught our breath, we pulled ourselves together, dressed and left the office. Ashley packed up several different vibrators — including the two she'd used herself — and added up the total. I handed over my credit card, not really caring how much the toys cost. I had other things on my mind.

As we dressed, I'd noticed her pubic hair was trimmed very close in to, I think, a heart shape. But it was somewhat sloppy, definitely in need of an experienced hand to help her clean it up.

“Who trims your pubes?” I asked, bluntly.

“Um, I do it myself,” Ashley said. “Why?”

“Maybe I could give you a hand with it some time,” I replied, collecting my purchases and handing her my card with my cell number on it. “I've gained some, um, experience in such things lately.”

“What are you?” she asked with a laugh. “A pussy barber?”

I thought for a minute before answering with a smile.

“Yeah. I guess I am.”