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.
"Shutup 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 yourself 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.
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