Hey, all. Catherine here. I have a little story you might like about shaving. I've always kept myself nice and neat, trimmed but furry. The first man who asked me to shave it clean was Greg.

Honestly, I had never considered it before now.

My ex loved to bury his face in my blonde fur and drive me insane with his tongue. He never asked me to shave, and the subject never came up. I kept it trimmed around the bikini line, but that was it.

Greg and his ex were the same; he loved her bushy brown kitty au naturel.

I usually let my fur grow straight down the center of my slit. Greg loves to see the blonde hairs glisten with dew when we're in the heat of the moment.

One day, he was licking the dew off my fur when he wondered aloud how it would look completely bald. I put my hand on the back of his head to finish me with his tongue, and he didn't mention it again.

I was intrigued. I decided to surprise Greg by growing kitty's fur out and letting him shave her clean. My fur grows quickly, going from very short to a full bush in just a week, so I made a plan for Saturday.

I managed to keep him out of my panties for a few days. I cited female issues and kept him at bay with my signature blowjobs. He was a happy hubby and none the wiser. I let it grow out during the week and had a bushy, furry muff by Saturday.

I knew he would be working on his hot rod Saturday morning. I wore my USA G-string bikini under my white fishnet skirt, but the tiny G-string could not conceal the bushy fur beneath it. I brought him a beer and watched how he was coming along.

I walked into his spotless garage, my heels clicking on the sealed concrete floor. I was happy to see he was lying on his creeper under the Camaro, his legs sticking out.

I stood with one foot on each side of his body, saying. "Ready for a beer, hun?”

He rolled out and stopped, looking straight up my skirt. He jumped to his feet and reached for me.

"I want to pet the kitty," he said, getting all touchy-feely.

"Don't get me messed up with your dirty hands, Gregory! Take your beer."

I pushed the beer into his hand, kissed him, and said, "I'll be out by the pool," and turned to walk away. My heels clicked on the floor, and I put a little extra swing in my hips to tease him.  

"I'll take some fries with that shake," he said, giving me a wolf whistle. I flipped him the double bird behind my back, knowing he could see my butt cheeks winking at him as I walked away.

Out at the pool, I set my things down and took off my coverup, diving into the cool water. I swam a quick lap and got out, toweling off and brushing my long blonde hair. The tiny bikini did little to hide my boobs, and the G-string was losing the battle with my furry kitty.

 I was lying on the chaise lounge in the shade of a palm tree, reading a naughty romance novel. The girl in the book was having an affair with her prominent black priest. Suddenly my hand was in my bikini, stirring my horny honeypot.

I was seriously considering going into the garage and jumping Greg's bones when I was startled by another wolf whistle.

"Hey, Catherine. Petting the kitty, are you? Dick tease," he said.

"I hope you washed your filthy hands, Greg. If you get me all dirty, I'll be pissed."

He showed me his clean hands and flipped me two birds as he dove into the pool. I threw the book down and dove in after him. I was way beyond horny.

I popped up beside him. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. I took a deep breath and disappeared below the surface, pulling his dick out of his shorts and sucking him off underwater.

Greg was fucking my mouth like a madman as I held his meaty balls and gripped him tight with my lips. I came up for air and told him to come in my mouth this time.

I dropped back down and sucked him longer this time. He fucked my face and pumped a massive load of cum into my mouth, and I came back up for air.

I showed him the wad of sticky cum in my mouth, then gulped it down as he watched. We kissed like crazy people, fighting over the last few blobs of cum left in my mouth.

I pushed off him and backstroked so he could see my thick blonde bush. He lunged toward me, and I swam faster, getting out of the pool and toweling off again. I laid back on the chaise with my knees apart. He could see my thick fur.

He exited the pool and toweled off, saying, "Looks like kitty needs a trim."

"Well, why don't you trim her, Greg? Shave her bald."

Greg ran into the house. I stood up, laid my towel out on the chaise lounge, and lay down on it. A few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of hot water, a washcloth, his beard trimmer, a razor I use for my legs, cream, and lotion. He straddled the chaise, facing me.

I pulled my bottom down and off, lifting my legs straight up in the air and spreading them. I placed my feet on his shoulders and said, "Why not try a before-and-after taste test, Greg?"

He eagerly agreed, pushing a finger inside me and sucking my clit at the same time. My legs went around his neck as he ate me. Our hot pool scene left me right on the edge of orgasm, so I only lasted a few minutes before I grabbed his hair and ground myself against his face for a mind-blowing orgasm.

"I give kitty a ten on flavor," he said.

"I give you a ten on eating me," I said. "So what's the plan, Greg? Do you know what you're doing down there? You better not cut me."

"Well, you better be still so you don't mess me up. I didn't bring any Band-Aids, Catherine."

Greg made quick work of my hairy bush with the beard trimmer, trimming the bulk of the hair in just a few minutes. The buzzing trimmer drove me wild. When he finished trimming, he used it like a wand, pressing it against my kitty and bringing me off to another orgasm.

The next part was a little scary, even with a disposable razor. Greg lathered me up and held the razor, scraping the fur off my most sensitive areas. I helped him, stretching my skin here and there so he could get a clean shave and doing some of it myself.

Greg did a nice job, leaving no fold unturned in the quest to shave me bald.

Now it was time for the after part of the taste test. I couldn't keep my hands off my bald pussy as he ate me to another shuddering orgasm. I was trembling as Greg crawled on top of me and entered me with one deep thrust.

Another orgasm hit that continued until Greg filled me with his hot sticky cum a few minutes later.

We spent the rest of the day by the pool playing with my naked, newly hairless kitty.

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