Path: usenet.ucs.indiana.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!jussieu.fr!univ-lyon1.fr!news.imag.fr!ciril.fr!muller!julienas!EU.net!uunet!newstf01.cr1.aol.com!search01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: shorn1@aol.com (Shorn1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Stripping Shena 1/2 - Hair,M/F,sex Date: 5 Jul 1994 17:13:06 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 298 Sender: news@search01.news.aol.com Message-ID: <2vcid2$68b@search01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: search01.news.aol.com THIS STORY IS FICTION, BUT CONTAINS SEXUALY EXPLICT DESCRIPTIONS, IT IS SUITABLE ONLY FOR ADULTS. Stripping Shena pouted and swung her crossed legs quickly under the bench, sulking. "Well," she protested," and what's wrong with still being a virgin." Betty grinned, happy her barb had gone home. "Because guys are scared off is why." "Well you were one too once... besides I'm not one anyway. I broke it." Shena's rejoinder sounded weak, even to her, and Betty pounced. "Fingers don't' count silly ... and it's you we are talking about - and him." "Well," again the pout and the truculent protest," I can loose it whenever I want." " Yeah, yeah, but it's who with that's important, that's what we're talking about." Shena nodded, deep in thought and more than a little excited. Her hands unconsciously drifted up to stroke her thick, dark hair. "Yeah, I know, but it's you he really fancies, not me." Shena seemed resentful and Betty grew consoling. Reaching up her hand to join Shena's in the dark ,shiny ,brunette mass she replied; "I can fix you up with him anytime you agree to his idea .. come-on Sheen, say yeah ?" Shena shook her head, spilling her hair in a swirling fan about her face, and they grew silent together again. They were perched on the empty bleachers, high above the Fighting Rams field and it was already nearly 2 hours after school was out. Neither of them were in any hurry though, to return to their respective and empty homes. As they sat, Shena brooding and Betty plotting, the afternoon grew cooler. They wandered down the bleachers after a while, still chatting but not saying what they were really thinking. A tall, rangy lad approached them, his face -covered in that doleful eruption of puberty - split in a grin. "Sheen, Bet .. watcher doing up there - waiting for John ?" " Naw dear .. we were waiting just for you, you stud you." He knew better than to rise the Betty's cruelty, having like so many others in their class suffered it for years, and continued his own teasing. "I hear Shena's gonna go punk for him .. or was that ape ?" Shena did spit out a sarcastic reply as they swished passed him towards the exit, but Betty just patted her arm and told her to 'Shhhh'. Betty's red and deep blue hair caught the afternoon sun as they stepped from under the bleachers shade, the stiffened and erected mohawk contrasting with her smoothly shaved bald sides. Her darkly rimmed eyes glittered, and the studs in her nose and ears also reflected the strong light. Both girls wore black, rather tight, pants with red suspenders hooked over their white, open collared, shirts. Their heavy, masculine work-boots clomped loudly on the bleacher's wooden sidewalk as they crossed towards the main gate, still slow and reluctant to return to their homes ... as were many other latch-key kids of Rock Lake High. In the center of such a group John stood, head and shoulders above the rest, his clipper-shaven head sprinkled with a 5 o'clock shadow of dark, coarse stubble. He saw the two girls and broke out of the crowd and crossed to meet them. "Shit Betty where ya been ?" he growled, hooking his thumbs under the suspenders whose pattern both girls had copied when they had purchased their own. "Talking to Shena about ya' John, up in the bleachers." John regarded Shena silently, his light blue eyes locking on her deep brown stare. "Nice things right ?" He sneered. Betty cooed at him and he grinned broadly. "Gonna get that hair cut then , Shena - go proper punk?" He queried the small form, so slender in her big boots. "Might do." Shena muttered, then grew bold and meet his gaze." What's it to ya ?" " Come on .. you know I fancy yer .. I wanna do it for you." He paused, then added." When ya ready for it of course." To make clear the meaning of 'it', he thrust out his pelvis and ground his hips. Betty burst into giggles and Shena blushed, but grinned as he turned away to rejoin the others. Giggling, their heads close together, the two girls crossed over the street and began to walk down towards the apartments where they lived. "Seee Shena ! I told ya he fancied you." Betty was doubly smug. She had been proved right and, noting her friends softening and flush, knew she was winning her power play. Betty followed Shena into the apartment and went, unbidden, into her bedroom as Shena peeled off right to go to the bathroom. Shena left the door open so she could call out to Betty, already slumped on Shena's rumpled bed. The tinkling of Shena's pee decorated her words. "He really does fancy me don't' he Bet ?" Despite the apparent undesirability of such a 'catch' Shena's young voice expressed her wonder. "Told ya he did .. he'd be up you like a fuckin' rat up a pipe if you gave him a chance." Both girls giggled at the profanity, and Shena came into the bedroom with her braces hanging down behind her, unbuttoning her shirt. She kicked off the heavy boots .. using first one foot then the other to peel them off her damp feet.. then shrugged out of the shirt. She stood in front of the mirror on her chest of drawers and cocked her head to one side, regarding her firm breasts with their browny-pink buds. Betty stood up and behind her as Shena looked up in the mirror, doubtful again. Betty placed her hands at Shena's ears and gathered her dark mass of hair tightly behind her neck, bundled at the nape, smooth and tight to her head. Shena grinned and muttered a protest as Betty, imitating John, bumped into her and ground her hips into Shena's taut buns. "I bet you'd love it .. imagine him stuffed up inside ya as the hair all comes off ... bet you would .. come off too !" Betty was vastly amused at her own quip, but Shena grew serious and dropped her eyes shyly. "Dunno Bet, I think it's a bit weird, kinky." Betty shrugged, her experience with men, even though only half as broad as she claimed, led her to believe that what girls thought of their role in sex was incidental. In fact, despite her bravado, Betty actually did not particularly care about sex and derived only one thing from the experience. Power. It was this feeling, of controlling, that led her to set-up Shena's virginity as a target for her attention .. and for John's. "'Course it is love, they are all kinky, but it makes their cocks hard and that's what counts." Shena giggled, and Betty noted did not blush this time. Betty still held her friends hair clumped at her nape, and again imitating the grinding of John, she butted her hips into Shena and pushed her closer to the mirror until she half leant over the top of the dresser. Pulling back on Shena's hair she lifted the brunette's eyes to meet her own in the mirror... then slid her cool fingers under Shena's right breast as began to play with the small, already erecting, pert nipple. 'I'd help ..."Betty was panting a little as she bumped her hips into Shena." I'd be there playing with ya as he fucked ya .. I'd help cut it off." This reassurance did not seem to console Shena very much and she pouted and twisted away to flop onto the bed. " Christ Bet .. think what me dad would do to me if I turned up here with a punk haircut, he'd kill me, ya know he would." Shena's definition of being killed matched Betty's own .. they were both used to a rough-house beating from drunken fathers at a weekend. Betty shrugged. "He does now, dunee ? Every weekend ? So what's new." Shena small features grew serious again as she ruminated on this logic, but she could not refute it so eventually her small, bright teeth flashed again in her tan and she giggled acceptance of the point. Betty pounced, assuming this was full acceptance of her argument .. which then commenced again, with Shena doubtful, timid of her first sexual experience, but unable to leave the idea of loosing her virginity and 'possessing' and 'taking' - Betty's words - the leader of their senior class gang. They worried together at the idea like probing a loose tooth, pushing to pain, retreating ... the evening grew dark. As it was Saturday they knew Shena's dad would not come home until the early morning, if then, but still they pressured John to come up with a place for their tryst, just in case. "Yeah, no problem, me mate's got some rooms in that place behind Pic n' Save .. no one there at the weekends... be there at seven then ?" Even so 'cool a dude' as John could not hide his excitement, and his voice trembled over the 'phone. Shena looked warily at Betty. "It will be all right wont' it Bet ?" "Yeah love, you'll love it, honest .. both !" Betty giggled airily. "I don't' mean the haircut, that's kinky but I must admit .. " she flushed and giggled.." I'm getting to like the idea of that. It's just that ... they way he wants to .." Shena ran out of words to express her concerns, and Betty furrowed her brow with concentration as she sought to understand. "Do ya mean he just wants to fuck ya .. no love or nuthin'?" Betty was clearly incredulous at this naive concept, so Shena shied away quickly. "No, no .. I mean it's the way he wants to .. to fuck me." Shena finally got it out and found her self growing warm through her stomach to her loins at both the expression and the anticipation. "Yeah ! Cool ... you on his lap as we clipper off all yer hair !Cool!" Betty was vastly enthusiastic again, and Shena grinned at her friend's pleasured face .... Betty's eyes were bright. "Not quite the way I thought I'd loose me virginity Bet .. I'm still a bit scared." "Babe .." said with worldly authority from her reputation," there is nothing like a good fucking hot cock .. you'll kick yerself when you find out what yer been missing." Shena chuckled and threw her arms around her friend. "Let's get ready then .. what shall I wear Bet .. my gear?" Bett looked at her own jeans and boots and shook her head. "Naw Sheen, you gotta be special for this one, like a bride - wear yer prom dress." "My white mini-sheath ! It'll get dirty." "Well you wont' be wearing it again for a long time will ya ? Silly bitch." Shena considered the implications of that remark, recognized that a fully indoctrinated punk would never been seen dead in such an outfit and nodded. "With high heels too - lottsa make-up ?" Betty nodded and they scrambled across to the chest and sorted out the sheath dress, in a mock satin, and white panties. "No bra Sheen - no hose neither. .. but ya can put in that white ribbon ya wore to the dance, 'cos he likes that sort of thing." Shena complained that the sheath was rumpled and they spat on the worse creases and rubbed them flatter with a tissue. The heels on the white sling-backs were grubby too, but Betty assured her friend that no one would notice. Shena made-up heavy around her eyes and choose a full red lipstick, almost a brown, that set off her dark skin-tone. She slithered the tight sheath up, cupping her taut breasts in the pre-wired form and stepped into her shoes. She twirled in front of Betty and was rewarded with a compliment, of sorts. "Yeah ! Real tarty!" Shena began to brush her hair, swinging just above her shoulders, her thick, blunt cut bangs were resting on her eyebrows. Betty twirled the white satin ribbon in her fingers absently as she watched her friend getting ready ... "You'll love it Shena,' she said, sensing the renewed doubt that clouded Shena's small features. "You'll look real cool darlin'." "D' ya think he will like me like this ?" Shena was truly doubtful, already conditioned by both Betty and the 'gang' that punk-gear was better, sexier and more cool. Betty stood and tied the ribbon under Shena's dark mass of hair, placing the bow directly in the center of her head. "Yeah, he'll love it - he still goes for the little girl look.... but that sheath hugs yer ass so tight you 'aint no little girl !" They giggled as Shena checked out her profile in the mirror, the white mini was almost spray-painted across her buttocks, and the smooth firm thighs of youth shone from under the hem. 'Come on me little virgin .. come and get yer first hot cock." They left, Shena's misgivings and timid doubts evaporating in excited anticipation. The room was not impressive, empty of all but a sofa, a Formica topped table and chairs of steel tubing and plastic, and 'fridge. Their 'host', John, stood in his savage finery of boots, tight jeans, chains and studs, preening in his bare-chested macho-nakedness. He popped the first of the illicit beers and passed them out, all the while grinning at Shena, who was still unable to return his looks and who busied herself with the strip of paper kitchen towel that she had wrapped around her dripping beer. Betty made all the small talk, chirping away her quips and massaging John's ego .. and teasing his need whenever she caught his hungry staring at Shena. Shena looked up from time to time and matched his gaze, growing bolder. The beer was very cold but bubbled at her throat as she stifled a burp. John began to recount his adventures of the previous evening when a group of the guys went downtown and got a 'little riot' going at a local night spot. Two more beers each had popped by the end of his tale and shrewdly he - and Betty, his coconspirator - guessed now was the time to move in on the already giddy and giggling Shena. He leant across the table, caught her hair in a clump in back, just as Betty had done and ground his lips to hers in a deep, moist, kiss. To his satisfaction his kiss was return hungrily, Shena's teeth bumping his and her soft mouth opened immediately to his thrusting tongue. He moved his arms around the small shoulders and crushed her to his bare chest and she physically melted into him. When he drew back - without releasing her - Shena's eyes were glazed and she panted softly. "Like that love ?" He growled, and, for reply, Shena pulled him back and thrust up her face towards his. They were both swimming into each other now, and John was confident that she was his now, for the taking. "Hey you too ! What am I supposed to do when you eat each other!" Betty whined. John broke off from his tonguing penetration of Shena long enough to growl that she should get things ready. "Right ! Looks like you are already!" John half turned towards her and, with a huge grin, Betty crossed to his chair and wriggled her herself onto his lap. His erection, even through the jeans, was apparent and she ground down into it, feeling it warm and stiff in her own jean-covered loin. "Hey!" Shena protested, and John silenced her by mashing his wet mouth on hers and they drew back into their embrace, pushing Betty off the lap and out of the embrace. Betty was taking her task of preparation seriously however, and she knelt on the bare floor besides the chairs and leant up to John's groin. Slowly she un-zipped his jeans, ignoring Shena's muffled complaint and her fluttering, protesting hand, she reached in and released John's erected penis, drawing it out and up into his lap. Betty reached up and took hold of Shena's hand and drew it down to the heated member. Shena broke away from the kiss and looked down at John's cock, now nestling and throbbing in her cool hand. She gasped., John preened and Betty chuckled. "Yes, before ya ask Sheen .." grinned Betty, still on her knees," .. it will all fit inside yer." "You want it now don't' ya ?' asked John, ignoring Betty and staring into Shena's still doubtful eyes. Shena stroked his prick upwards with her still cool fingers, wondering at it's length and the glow of heat it emitted. She dropped her eyes from his and blushed. "Well .. do ya or not." John's ego was as insistent as his question, prideful of his self-image as a stud. Shena lifted her eyes - she had once again been staring in wonder at his size, half scared and half .... wanting. Wanting, she suddenly felt, to be filled up with him, to feel this velvet yet rock hard stiffness engulfing her, impaling her .. and a strong heat coursed from her stomach through her loins and she felt a soft dewing in her vagina. "Yes I want it." She was able to whisper, incredulously that it was she who had aroused such passion in this fabled stud. "Betty - go get everything ready." John commanded and Betty, with obvious relish, stood up and went into the other room. John returned to his kissing of the now softly submissive Shena and his hand began to explore the pert breasts under the satin sheath. Shena felt that she was swooning - she had fooled around with guys before, of course, but she knew that this time there was no turning back, no firmly pushing away, no excuses .. she was committed. As if in confirmation of this fate, or perhaps in the height of his own arousal, John began to mutter in her ear as he peeled down the top of the sheath. Shena felt the air cooling her bared breasts, and was suddenly and deeply excited by his words. "I'm gonna fuck you .. fuck you stiff .. till ya cry for more .. and clipper ya hair off ... shove it in ya so deep yo'r taste it!"