Avril's Fool, a CFNM story


"I like it," Avril insisted.

"Me too," Sally offered, sliding off his lap and picking up her drink. Her eyes never left him as took a small sip. "But she's right, you really need some manscaping."

"How much?" he asked, fighting the urge to cover his hardness. How could he be naked, clearly excited, and still look natural?

"He has a great body," Sally said, fishing inside of her top and pulling out her bra without taking off her shirt. Her nipples still looked hard.

"Doesn't he?" Avril replied as if Ted couldn't hear them.

"Why aren't you fucking him?"

"Because we're friends," Avril explained, as if that was enough of an explanation.

"Fuck being friends," Sally said, looking at Ted. "What's your excuse?"

"Because we're friends," Ted said with a shrug. Then he added, "And she always has a boyfriend."

"You two are fucked up," Sally said, shaking her head as she picked up her bag. "Let's move the kitchen."

Ted fought the urge to pick up his clothes and carry them with him. Walking through Sally's house naked and hard felt strange. "You have a such a cute ass," Avril said, following behind. She pinched his bare ass.

"Cut it out," he said, jumping and laughing.

Sally lined up her hair dressing equipment across the counter, plugging in her clippers. She pulled a chair close and sat down. "Okay, nakie boy, stand here." She pointed in front of her. Wearing a wistful grin, she caressed his hard cock a few times before looking up at him and asking, "Any requests?"

"I don't know," he replied, looking at Avril for a suggestion.

"Bald works for me," Avril said, leaning against the counter so she could watch. She wore a big grin and looked very happy.

"That's what I was thinking, too," Sally said, turning on her clippers, holding his hard prick to one side and raking the buzzing device downwards in a straight line. As soon as she began working, her demeanor changed and she began to sound like every hair dresser Ted had ever visited with a constant stream of conversation. "I used to do this to my last boyfriend all the time. He liked it bald, too. Even after we broke up, he wanted me to keep doing it, but I wouldn't do it. I mean, why should I? Why would I want to shave him for some other girl? That's crazy. I did do it once, just because I was horny, but nothing happened. He had a nice dick, but not as nice as yours. I really like how smooth it is. A lot of guys get those really big, bulging veins when they get hard and those are nice and all, except yours is prettier. . ."

Ted glanced at Avril who was intently watching the action happening around his hard cock. It took a moment before she looked up and caught his eyes. He gave her a look and she understood precisely what he meant. "Not ever," she replied, answering his unspoken question about whether Sally ever shut-up.

"Ball are tricky," Sally said, oblivious to the anything except her work. "See, you have to sort of smooth them out so you can clip without nicking." She fondled Ted's ball sac seemingly without noticing how the buzz of the clippers against his balls thrilled as much as her tender caresses. Instead, she just rambled on. "I offered to do this for Cindy's boyfriend, too, but she didn't think it was a good idea. I don't know why. It's not like I'm giving him a blowjob or something."

"It feels more like a handjob," Ted injected.

"Wait until I get to the shaving cream part," Sally said, tapping the insides of Ted's feet. He got the message that she wanted him to widen his stance. Lifting his balls, she raked the clippers across the area beneath and behind his balls, too.

She set aside her clippers, taking the time to unplug them and toss them back inside her bag before picking up a shaving bowl. She added some powder, a bit of water, and used an old fashioned shaving brush to whip up a frothy foam. Using the brush, she painted foam around his hard prick, across his balls, and between legs, too.

Leaning back in her chair, she looked up and gave him a worried look. "You're not going to like what I have to do next."

"Why? What are you going to do?" he asked, worried.

"Well, I need to shave behind your dick and you're really hard."


"So, I need you to not be so hard so I can shave there."

"It's not as if I can control that," he said.

"I know, but it's important, so you're just going to have to trust me," she said. Ted didn't, though he stood his ground. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Make what up to me?" he asked.

Without further warning, Sally pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves just below his head, that spot marked on a man's cock from his circumcision. She precisely pinched that spot and twisted, shocking him with an instant jolt of pain more incredible than he could have ever imagined.

"Ow!" he bellowed, pulling away and looking down at her as if she was the evilest of super villains. His excitement instantly faded and his once proud cock sagged.

"I had a sex therapist teach me that," Sally explained to Avril, who appeared equally mortified. "She said it was a good way to help a man suffering from premature ejaculation. You let him get close to his orgasm, and then tweak him so he loses his thrill."

"That hurts like hell," Ted said, still reeling from sudden jolt of pain and no longer trusting Sally.

"I know, baby," Sally cooed. "But I promise to make it up to you."


"Come back over here and you'll see," she said, pulling him closer. With a razor in hand, she deftly raked away the stubble that would have been hidden behind his swollen prick, including the few hairs that grew on his shaft. "There, now you can get hard again."

"I don't think I want to," he said, still angry and untrusting.

"No, really," she said, stroking his cock. "I need you to get hard for the rest of this. It's easier to do your balls if you're hard." Though her hand felt good sliding along his length, it wasn't enough to change the direction of his hard-on. Being naked in front of them had been embarrassing enough, but that bit of unexpected pain had broken the spell.

"I think I can do the rest at home."

"Don't be like that," Avril said, pushing off the counter. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled his face to hers for a kiss. As their kiss lingered, Sally's stroking began feeling more alluring until Ted's cock was once again at full mast. "Fuck, I like seeing you hard," Avril said, moving back to lean against the counter.

"Thanks," Sally said, going back to work on him and resuming her mindless patter. "My boyfriend never liked that part either. I always had to suck him hard again. Then we realized that I could have saved shaving that part of last. So I used to shave him everywhere, suck him off, and then I could shave that part."

"You could have done that to me," Ted groused.

"Except then we would be having sex," Sally said.

"So?" Ted asked, confused why that would be a problem.

Sally glanced up at Avril before revealing, "We just wanted to see you naked."

"Seriously?" Ted asked, feeling played.

"Oh, don't be like that," Avril said, sipping her drink. She gave him a smirk and looked drunk. "We'll watch you jerk-off if you want, too."

"Oh-my-God, that would be so hot!" Sally chimed, rinsing off her razor before going back to work. "I've never seen a guy do that, not in real life. I've always wanted to see it, though."

"It's hot as hell," Avril said.

"You've done that? I'm so jealous! Who did you do it with? Was it Robbie? I bet that was hot as hell. He's so fucking gorgeous!"

Avril's response surprised Ted, "Someone hotter than Robbie."

"Hotter than Robbie?" Sally asked, unbelieving. She mentioned Avril's last boyfriend. "It couldn't have been Terry, but Robbie is a lot hotter than Terry. Don't get me wrong, I'd do Terry in a heartbeat, but I think Robbie is a lot cuter."

"Except Robbie is a cheating player," Avril pointed out, taking a long draw from her drink.

"Yeah, but still," Sally said, working on Ted's body as if he was nothing more than a mannequin. "Are you going to break up with him when he gets back?"

"Why? Do you want to start dating him?"

"Not right after you, but if he stays on the market, I don't know. Would it be okay?"

"You can fuck anyone you want," Avril announced with acid dripping from her words. Sally didn't miss her tone. She knocked back the rest of her drink.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about him, should I?"

"Probably not," Ted agreed. He had watched as Avril's mood had sagged. "Are you almost done?"

"Almost," Sally said, raking between his legs, too. She pulled a clean dish towel from a drawer and used it as a washcloth, removing the last remnants of shaving cream from his body before turning him to face Avril. "There! What do you think?"

"Now that's hot," Avril said, trading her sad expression for a smile.

"You should feel," Sally said, rubbing her hands over and around Ted's swollen prick. "He's soooo smooth."

Avril stepped forward for a grope of her own. Ted's hard cock throbbed from the attention of two girls touching and caressing him. "So, you like it?" she asked him.

"What's not to like?" he asked, too excited to feel embarrassed by their attention.

"It's even nicer when you go down on him," Sally suggested.

"I'll take your word for it," Avril replied. "But it's okay if you want to do it."

Sally stared longingly at Ted's hard cock as she caressed him. She licked her lips and for a moment, he thought she was going to do it. "I don't think I'd want to stop at just going down on him."

"It's getting really late," Ted said, worried that if he allowed Sally to do more, he would make a commitment didn't want to make. "And I still have to take Avril home."

Ted got dressed and they said their good-byes to Sally. Avril wrapped her arm around Ted for support as he steered her towards the car. "You're really wasted," he said, chuckling.

"Why did she have to mention Robbie?" Avril whined.

"I'm sorry," Ted said, opening the door for his friend. After he sat behind the wheel, Avril reached over and tried undoing his pants. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"I want to see it again," Avril said, pressing her lips against Ted's.

He found it difficult to resist her kiss and her busy hands, but found the strength. "I have to drive."

"Just let me feel again."

"Let's wait until we get you home and then I show you again."


"Yes," he said, hoping all the alcohol she had consumed would change the equation by the time they reached her apartment.

* * * * *

"I like seeing you naked," Avril said as he drove. He tried ignoring her hand resting on his thigh, though the intimate touch kept him hard and needful. "And I think it's sexy that you got naked in front of Sally, too."

"It's not like I had a choice," he pointed out.

"Aw, don't be like that. It's fun being naked, isn't it?"

"I got hard, didn't I?" he said rather than admit her role in making him that way. "We're still just friends, right?"

"Best friends."

"Even though you've seen me naked?"

"I think that makes us better friends," she said, sliding her hand farther up his thigh until the side of her hand pressed against his crotch.

"I don't think we should kiss anymore, though."

"Why?" she asked, pouting.

"Because that makes me want to do more than we can do."

"Yeah, me too," she said, giggling. "Your kisses make me wet."


"But maybe I like being hot and bothered," she said, running her hand over his bulge.

"You're supposed to save that for your boyfriend."

"Except he's not around," she said, pulling her hand away from his bulge but keeping it on his leg. "You know, girls masturbate, too."

"I know."

"So, that's all that's going to happen. You get me excited and then I masturbate, why is that such a big deal?"

"I don't know," he said, trying to have this conversation with a drunk Avril was foolish.

"I wish you would have jerked-off in front of Sally."


"Because it would have been hot," Avril said, squeezing his leg without moving her hand any closer to his danger zone. "And I know it would have made her hot, too."

"Oh, I think she got worked enough doing what she did."

"Yeah, she's probably masturbating and thinking about you right now. How does that feel?"

"Weird," Ted said, realizing she was probably right. As he parked in front of her place, he realized he shouldn't stay. He should help her inside her apartment and then leave as quickly as possible. She waited for him to get her door. Once more, she wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned against him for support. He worked the lock for her. She pulled him inside and started kissing him. "Whoa," he said, pulling away after their first kiss. "I thought we weren't going to do that anymore."

"Sorry," she said with a smirk and a giggle that made it clear she didn't feel any regrets. She began working the front of his pants. "Are you going to jerk-off for me?"

"I don't think I should do anything," he said, brushing away her hands.

"But you promised," she insisted, brushing away his brush-off and tugging down his pants. Without a reason to be otherwise, he was still hard.

Ted realized he needed a deal buster before things got out of hand. "Robbie," he said, hating himself a bit for uttering her boyfriend's name in that way.

"Robbie is why I'm not dragging you into my bedroom and fucking your brains out." She brushed her lips against his, pulled his shirt up, and broke their kiss to pull off his shirt. She took a step back and admired him standing naked except for the bundle of fabric around his ankles. "Now that's what I'm talking about." Turning, Avril walked over to her couch and sat down. Her entire face lit up a big smile and a delighted glimmer appeared in her eyes. "Dare you to come over here and sit with me."

Feeling foolish, Ted stepped out of his pants. His needful cock throbbed. He felt the room in a way he had never noticed as air kissed bare flesh unaccustomed to being exposed. He had no idea what he should do with his hands. Sitting next to her, he stretched out his legs, crossed his ankles, and put his hands behind his head. Fuck it. If he was going to be naked and hard in front of Avril, then why try to cover up?

"I think you should be like this every time we're together," Avril said, squirming as she openly admired his nakedness.

He admired her, too, unable to miss the twin points poking through her top or the hungry look in her eyes. "What's in it for me?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Is it okay if I do this?" she asked, running her hand across his flat stomach until her fingers touched flesh usually covered by pubic hair. She carefully caressed around his hard cock. His prick throbbed, begging for the attention his body craved.

"I'm really close," he said, announcing something she surely knew.

"Make me a promise," she said, leaning over and brushing her lips against his. "Promise me it won't change our friendship if something else happens."

"Depends on what it is," he hedged, unsure how much more teasing his heart could take.

"I don't know," she said, running a finger along the length of his hard cock and smiling at how it made him jump. "I know you think I'm really drunk, and I sort of am, but I don't get drunk like you."

"I know," he said, having been around her before after she had had too much to drink. Avril always became overly affectionate when she drank too much. She was a sappy, emotional drunk.

"I always remember what I did the next day."

"That only happened that one time," he said with a heavy sigh.

She ignored him, giving his prick another single finger caress and ending by circling her finger around his reddish, purplish cockhead. "I love being your friend."

"I love being your friend, too."

"I know, but shut up for a second." She swallowed a hiccup as the rest of the alcohol she had ingested entered her system. "I love being your friend and love you being my friend, too." She leaned against his shoulder. It felt more like she fell against his shoulder. "And I think it's okay if I see you naked."

"Okay," he allowed.

"And I want to see it all the time because you're hot as hell."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," she insisted, punctuating each word by poking at his hard cock and using that firm tone drunk people did best. "And I want to show you off to all my friends."

"Uh-huh," he said, hoping she exaggerating.

She pulled one of his hands down, putting it on his dick. "I think you should jerk-off now."


"Because I want to see you do it."

Ted studied her for a moment. Something in her eyes said she had more in mind. "And?" he prompted.

"And I want to taste you, except I can't give you a blowjob because I still have a boyfriend." She slipped down his body, moving to rest her head on his chest. "Do it," she said, holding his hand around his cock and moving it for him.

"Are you serious?" he asked, gently moving his hand up and down beneath her hand.

"Please?" she begged, pushing away and letting him see her eyes. "I really do want to taste you."

"You're incredible," he said, surprised and stunned by her idea.

"Just do it," she said, settling her head on his stomach. She cupped his smooth balls and gave his stomach a kiss before pressing her ear against his belly and facing the head of his hard, swollen cock.

Ted felt his head spinning with lust and desire. Avril really wanted this and the idea sent an electric charge through him. His swollen, aching cock throbbed harder than ever in his hand. Feeling her small hand fondling and caressing his freshly shaved ball sac drove him wild. He recalled how she had scooped semen off his belly the first time and tasted it. That memory was enough to reassure him it was okay. He didn't have to stop.

He had been teased too long and quickly arrived at that point of no return. He groaned as the first, mighty spurt erupted from his prick, still aimed directly at Avril's pretty face. "Yes!" she cried out, milking his balls while jerking his hard cock faster. "All of it! Give it all to me!"

Ted came again and again with slowly diminishing thrusts until he felt sated and spent. His cock continued throbbing as Avril licked his stomach. She chased after every droplet of creamy cum that hadn't splashed into her mouth or on her face.

"Holy shit!" she giggled, sitting up and he saw the mess that had sprayed across her cheek and nose. She had cum on her face from her forehead to her chin. She traced her fingers across the juiciest bits, immediately licking her finger clean before going back for more. "I feel like a porn star," she said, still laughing as she pushed him backward until she could stand. "Don't go anywhere." She dashed towards her bathroom and appeared a few moments later. Her face looked wet and clean. She smiled as she sat back down. "That was hot as hell!"

"That was crazy," he said, spying a final droplet cum clinging to his cockhead. He scooped it up and fed it to her. "Have you always been like this?"

"I've always been very oral," she said with a big grin.

"Me too," he offered for no particular reason.

"God, I hope you're good at it. Robbie couldn't find my clit with a roadmap, GPS, and six neon signs pointing at it."

"I think I do okay," he said, not wanting to sound like a braggart.

"I'm really horny," she said, snuggling against him and trapping a hand between her legs.

"I should go," he offered, taking that as a hint that she wanted some time to herself.

"No, I think you should stay," she said, pulling his head to hers and kissing him deeply. He kissed her back, aching for more than he would ever have. He felt her squirming. She broke their kiss and undid her pants. "You're why I need to do this." She didn't get naked, but there was no question what she was doing as she shoved her hand inside her panties.

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