A Close Shave/Shock/Shave/DIY

She immediately throws her arms around your neck and gives you a big hug. "I've been trying to pluck up the courage to ask you for ages, ever since Eve told me that she shaved hers."

Thankfully, your cock has subsided. Probably because you are terrified about what you have agreed to do. She seems to think it's just a quick scrape and a wipe down, like you do every morning, but you know that it means getting up close and personal with your twelve-year-old daughter's private parts. You peel her off and sit her back on the bed.

"You need to lay back with your knees up and your feet flat on the covers," you say.

She grins, and you see her blush as she, for the first time since she was a baby, exposes herself to her father. "That okay," she asks.

You pick up the razor and open it. "I'll get a new blade," you say.

"I did it already."

"Okay." You take a deep breath and kneel up on the bed. Unsurprisingly, her pussy is very similar to her mothers. Her pubic hair is still quite fine, but it is also black, so you can understand why she might want to remove it. Her vagina lips are dark pink, in contrast to the permanent tan she has thanks to her grandfather. You can't help noticing the gleam of wet between the folds of her labia. "Put your knees down while I do your mound," you say, and she stretches them out either side of you.

You pick up the shaving foam, give it a shake, and squirt a blob onto her mons. It's cold and she jumps, but soon settles down again. You use two fingers to spread the foam and work it in, ignoring the giggle from above, Then you pick up the razor. "Last chance to change your mind," you say.

"Go for it Dad." Her voice sounds strange, but so long as she's sure...

You make short careful strokes across her tender skin, wiping the hair and foam off with a cloth each time. She stays almost motionless as you stretch the skin out to get right down to the root. "Okay. Now lift the knees and spread as far apart as you can," you say, sitting back on your heels, grateful that she can't see how your traitorous cock is tenting the front of your shorts.

She does as she's told and you hear a sharp intake of breath as you start to massage the foam around her pussy. You have to use your fingers to stretch the folds of skin so that you can get all the black hairs around her vagina and you can see the muscles in her thighs twitching as you work.

It doesn't take long, and again you sit back and wipe the excess foam off. "I'll just put some of this cream on so you don't get sore," you say, picking up the jar. You scoop a finger-full out and smear it across her mons, massaging it into the tender skin. As you work it in, she starts to moan and when you get down to the area around her pussy, she suddenly clamps her legs together, trapping your hand as she jerks and gasps with an orgasm.

As soon as she relaxes, you take your hand away.

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