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Subject: Stripping Shena 2/2 - Hair, M/F, sex
Date: 5 Jul 1994 17:15:02 -0400
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Shena flushed again as she grew aware that the dew of her excitement
was now heavy moistness and that the small buttons of her nipples
were stiffening. Dropping her head slightly, she watched in wonder as
the skin around them unraveled and grew smooth as they erected. Her
arm was around John's neck and suddenly, from a need so deep she had
never guessed at it's existence she wanted him, inside her, drenching
her, fucking her .. she gasped and pulled his rough mouth down to her
breast, gazing down in a rapturous swoon at his clippered skull as he
nibbled the nipple to a soreness that she welcomed.
"Come on then you two .. get in here then" Betty,
who had been watching from the doorway had grown confusingly aroused
herself, so she broke the enraptured part apart violently with her
blunt command. But John was passed ready and he leapt up and reached
out his hand for Shena's.
"Let's get that hair punked Sheen .. I wanna fuck you so bad gal."
Shena seemed to consider rejecting his invitation, but then the inner
hunger washed over her again and she complied meekly and stood up.
Betty had dragged one of the chairs into the bathroom and set it in
front of the mirror. The sink that should have been beneath it was
missing, the torn wall and hammered over pipe indicating the probable
violence of it's removal. The room was lit by a bare bulb, hanging
from the center of the ceiling from a take-off adapter and Shena felt
a bubble of fear at the sight of the electric clipper that hung from
the cord plugged into the adapter.
"How'd ya wanna do this John .. you want to watch me cut it or what?"
Shena held the pair of shears that John had brought along too, and
was clicking them open and shut with high enjoyment. For the first
time Shena felt a twinge of doubt at her friend's intentions and
motivation, Betty's salacious leer told her that all was not as it
seemed.
"Oh ? You wanna crop her then Bet do ya ?" John was bemused but
grinning.
"Yes, let me do it .. initiate her like." Betty was openly leering at
the dark haired girl now and Shena's hand fluttered up to her hair.
"Betty! Don't' be horrid!" Shena protested, her doubt washing away
her previous arousal.
"Shaddup and sit down you silly tart!" Growled Betty, reaching for
Shena. John moved quickly and his slap reddened Betty's face before
she realized he had stuck her. She wailed a protest then cut it off
quickly as he stiffened to slap her again.
"I'll let ya do some Bet, but I decide things here remember." Betty
nodded and Shena felt herself poising to flee. John's arm draped
across her bare shoulder, under her hair his hand cupped her nape.
"Shush Sheen, it's O.K. love." He turned her to face him and
swallowed her soft lips in his mouth in a draining kiss, his fingers
lightly stroking her still exposed breasts. Betty shuffled back to
lean on the edge of the tub and waited as John did his work and
induced the same light-headed swooning in Shena as she had felt
before, as she grew first calm, then hungry for him again.
The strange warm feeling, like a hot ache flooded again through her
body, she was suddenly softened, meek and weepy, wanting something so
badly she was urgent ..her hand drifted to his crotch and found again
the object of her terrified wonder. John groaned and stiffened as
Shena's soft fingers explored his erection, then hesitated at the
stem, then slid lower. Shena's eyes popped open as her hand cupped
his sac. In his own swoon of pleasure John lifted his face from hers
and, teeth bared in ecstatic grimace, bent his shorn head back in a
blind stare at the ceiling. Shena's amazement at discovering the sac
was heavy in her palm deepened as she suddenly and finally understood
all the references to balls .. and discovered what power she held -
literally and figuratively - in her hands. She rolled the hard round
ball within it's skin sac and John groaned and the whites of his eyes
flashed as they rolled upwards. Experimentally, feeling the urge and
need, Shena squeezed and a hiss of pain issued from the bared and
clenched teeth. John swung his head back down to mash her lips
fiercely and she dropped the sac to enclose his throbbing cock in her
hand. Still deep within his embrace she felt him move her towards the
chair and found herself compliant, submissive, willing .. wanting
only to please.
"Shena .. Sheeeen ..." John whispered as he sat her down gently on
the chair. He leant over and slid his hand up her dress and she found
herself leaning back to help him, opening up to welcome him. He
encountered the white panties and with a chuckle he grasped the top
hem of them and pulled fiercely. Shena's legs flew up, almost
kicking the watching Betty, and her butt bumped on the chair as he
tore off her panties, sending them down to around her knees. She
struggled upright in the chair again, and kicked her feet out of the
torn panties, and sat wide-eyed as he stepped back and began to
lever off his boots.
"Go on then Bet - get cutting." John grunted as he shook off his boot
and Betty, grinning hugely, stepped up behind the still panting
Shena.
"Like mine then John?' Betty asked above the click of the flashing
scissor. John grunted and Shena leant back in the chair trying to
calm herself. She jumped as Betty gripped a tress of her hair over
her right ear. Shena's eyes never left John's as Betty crunched the
shears through that first lock, nor when Betty leant forward to
deliberately sprinkle her own shorn hair over her bared breasts.
John's eyes glittered and he was open-mouthed as Betty picked up a
swatch of the dark shining hair behind Shena's ear, in back, and
placing the blades close to the scalp sheared off the entire clump to
stubbled skin. Now John, his eyes fierce, hissed and began to pull
down his jeans and Shena held her breath as Betty moved to the
other side.
"I wanna see it Betty." Shena gasped as yet another hank dropped to
the floor. For answer Betty crunched the shears through a lock at
Shena's temple, the dark crisp hair leaping forward in it's tumble
into Shena's view. Her hand flew to the patch of denuded scalp and
Shena choked. John stood directly in front of her then, naked, and
gripped her wrists as he grinned down at her. He pulled her slightly
forward in the chair, dragging her closer and lower, until she was
confronted with his stiff cock. Shena was truly a virgin so she
still needed less subtle indications of what was expected of her, so
John grasped her bangs with his left hand, hissed, and uplifted his
prick to her lips. As Betty crunched-off a further hank of her hair
Shena's eyes showed the dawning of understanding and John smiled down
at her. She pursed her lips and set forth her tongue to nervously
explore the hot member's texture. Velvety, smooth, dry and warm ..
then a taste so strong she jerked in his grip but he was insistent
and the purplish head was parting her lips as Betty tugged at a
further clump of her hair.
"Nuff Bet .. leave it.." John grunted, his voice shrill. Shena felt
him surge into her and she gagged and struggled anew. His grip in
her hair tightened painfully as he withdrew, then thrust back into
her soft, wet mouth. Shena took four strokes more before she reacted.
Then one hand fluttered to once again cup his hot sac and the other
scrabbled at her tufted, clipped scalp, and she sucked him deeper
into her mouth as he strove to withdraw. John's cry was of pleasure
but was still a bellow that startled her, and she opened her mouth
and his prick popped out into the cool air.
"God Sheen .." he gasped," you sure you're' a virgin." He leant down
and kissed her, sharing his own flavor and, taking both hands in his,
he lifted her up from the seat.
"Get a mirror." John growled at Betty and she crossed to the medical
cabinet and, with punkish aplomb, tore off the plastic door with it's
mirror. John guffawed and look down at the reddened and heavy
breathing Shena.
"Now you watch as I finish it."
"Yes, yes." The first words Shena had uttered to him in many minutes
were compliant and he felt a surge of need, to take her, to hurt her.
He spun her around to the front, sat down himself on the chair, and
propped her by her elbows above his lap. His cock glistened with the
moistness of her mouth, and he shoved and shuffled on the seat until
he felt the other lips he sought. He was panting himself now, but
still in control. Shena was losing hers however and cast a
beseeching look at Betty who just leered at her.
"Get ready Bet .. OK let her see." Betty stepped to the front of her
friend and flourished the mirror. Shena saw the savaged head that was
now hers and yelped in surprise and shock, then the final note turned
into a wail, then a scream as John impaled her on his erect member.
Shena sank onto his lap, engorging him in her loins and released her
response to the flood of pain that rose her up off him. Then he
pulled her back slower and she sank back, her hands locked at her
sides as he lifted, sank, rose and dropped her slender form on his
shaft. Shena's wail turned soft, then deep .. a keening as she rose
and fell, a needing sound. John panted loudly at her neck then
stilled and Shena felt a flush of panic.
"Don't' stop..no ...please. .. John, don't' ..." John laughed and
stiffened and Shena ached for deeper fulfillment, needing her entire
womaness to be filled. An arch, a groan .. then an explosion of
scalding hot liquid lust was shot into her, drenching her and washing
the very walls of her inner self. Shena arched too, unknowing and
unexpected she felt a sudden need for release and shrieked a long,
high moan as her own orgasm was shaken out of her, soaking his lap.
'Wow!! Big one Sheen .. bet ya get preggie now." Shena was too far
away, in wonder and sated release to pay heed at first, then as it
dawned on her this prophesy could actually be fulfilled a bubble of
panic gorged her throat .. then settled .. and she twisted, still
impaled, to plant a deep kiss on John's mouth. As she sank into the
embrace - his arms wrapping her tightly - she accepted the
astonishing fact that she wanted him still, she wanted him and his
baby, she needed to be pregnant, to have him, to be fucked. With a
burst of selfishness she felt the firmness melting between her legs.
She pulled back and asked what was the matter, and the laughing John
explained that it would be a while before he could 'perform' again.
Shena grew bitter, needful and impatient and all these emotions were
evident on her face as John watched, amused and fascinated.
"I want it again, now." Shena insisted and Betty giggled behind her
as the staff of her pleasuring finally wilted and withdrew from her
warmth. With a sucking sound that creased her face with a grin, she
wriggled on his lap.
"Take yer dress off Sheen." John spoke softly, almost kind and Betty
nodded. She knew this power to tame, to control. Shena grew shy
again as she wriggled the damp sheath to her feet and stood nude
before him. Her firm youthful skin glowed and John gently stroked
the flat belly level with his chest in a befuddled wonder.
"Get that sheet out the other room Betty, then fuck off will ya."
Betty's protest never left her lips, but erupted from her eyes as she
stalked away. John lifted his arms and Shena, still in dazed
compliance, sat down into his embrace and they kissed. He hung onto
her as Betty tossed the sheet over their heads, still he kissed her,
his tongue following the same course his cock had enjoyed as Betty
slammed the door behind her. Then he released her and, chuckling
together for the first time, they fought their way out of the sheet.
"Get up a min, will ya Shena." John asked, still quite and caring in
the afterglow of his little death. Shena stood, but kept her eyes
locked on his limpid staff. John stood and picking up the mirrored
door he wedged it behind the hammered closed pipe in the wall.
"Here Sheen, sit on me lap and see if you can see yerself in it." She
sat obediently and gasped anew at her savagely cropped head, the
great mass of still long hair on top sheeting the crudely clipped
sides of barren tuftness.
"I can see ya too .. that's great." John reached to the clipper that
swung on it's cord to one side and gathered up the slack. They came
alive in his hand with a rasping buzz and Shena turned to plead, to
beg, to protest. Then she felt a stirring on her thigh and she
stopped, mouth still open and watched in joyful fascination as John's
penis grew stiff anew.
"Is he ready again now?" Shena asked and her innocent reply sent John
into bellows of mirth. Between gasps of breath he assured her that
yes, 'he' was fixed up again.
"Why Shena .. you don't' want to be fucked again do you my little
virgin?" His answer was clear and closed his eyes and mouth as she
draped herself across his lap and raised her breasts to his lips, her
cool hand snuggling under them both to seek his rising prick. John
turned off the shearing machine and when he came up for air he was
fully erected again.
"Wait .. Sheen wait a mo .. stand up.. here.." He draped the sheet
around her shoulders, crossing it tightly at the back, then bunching
the looseness he gripped the sheet and turned to face the mirror.
"This time I'll let you lower yerself onto him." Shena was uncertain
at first, but as she bent her knees she was bumped gently by the
still slippery staff and her femininity took control with a hungry
parting and a thrusting need to be filled again by his maleness. They
both gave loud groans as she sank into his lap, but he gripped the
bunched sheet and held her there as he thrust up into her. Shena
tried to rise - in order to enjoy again the fall - but he held her
firmly, then switched on the clipper.
"Oh John.. John .." Shena wailed as he ran them, chattering and
shearing, back over the top of her head. Shena screamed at the
reflection that showed a girl with a totally bald patch etched
through her dark hair, the scream dropped to a wail of genuine
distress that invigorated her partner and he surged up into her,
lifting the sheet-bundled form and plunging her down, bouncing and
penetrating.
"Want it like mine Sheen .. like me." Shena's wail rose but she
responded, bumping herself fiercely back onto the impaling cock,
bouncing and gasping, shrieking sometimes as she caught sight of her
butchered hair. John rose firmer and fuller .. then stopped and held
the still buzzing clipper at her temple.
"Do you want it ? Shall I shave you as I fuck you ?' His demand was
softened by his own need for her compliance. Her reply was a
submission to his thrusting penis, to answer her need for deep
penetration, for filling. She wanted him, wanted to be him.
"Like yours ..yes .. like you." Shena pleaded suddenly. As Shena's
reply turned into a wail of pleasured pain the clipper stripped the
top of her head bald, sprinkling her shorn dark hair around her
shoulders, luminous on the white sheet. Shena discovered as the
shaft started it's withdrawing stroke that she had control 'in there'
and gripped it strongly, her muscles accurate in response to her need
to retain him. John exploded another drenching into her before she
was totally bald, but, gripping her waist tightly to keep himself
firmly imbedded in her as she struggled and wailed to her own climax
he stripped off her remaining hair with a final pass.
They sank back in the chair- Shena's matching clippered head laying
back on his chest - exhausted and sated, surrounded by the shorn
tresses of dark, shining hair, they both slept.