Mary Lamb Bares All
by tannim
April 28, 2010

	Mary Lamb smiled as she pulled open the drawer.  Her one time friend was in there. It'd been a long time since she'd last used it, but she was sure she remembered how.  The sheep wasn't in her prime anymore.  She was amazed at the offer and still couldn't believe how lucky it was considering her financial difficulties as she pulled out the electric trimmer.

	The old ewe went back out to her airline's waiting room and looked back at the bored looking cameraman.  He sat, smoking, with the camera on a tri-pod and his finger on the button.  Next to him a sat another man, a rabbit, same as the cameraman, held a notepad ready.  They were there for the shoot and both perked up a bit as the old ewe came back in.

	"Sorry for making you wait, boys... I had to search a bit before I could find old Buzzy..." She climbed up onto the stage, not at all shy despite what was going to happen.

	The camera clicked and she took off her hat.  It kept clicking all throughout while she talked about the old days.  Mary liked thinking about her youth, her early years in the 1880s.  She'd lived on a farm, as many children back then did.  She'd watched the birds flying and had always wanted to fly as a lamb.  Her father raised cabbages, a remarkably dull life, and she'd taken every opportunity to get into trouble.  Especially trouble of an adult nature.

	Her fingers worked open the buttons to her pink dress, a dress with a much to short skirt, and bent over while the camera clicked.  She wore no panties under it as she pulled it off.  She had no bra either as her dress fell to the floor.  Her small breasts didn't really need a bra and though they sagged a little, were still a pretty pair despite being hidden by her wool.

	Mary turned to face the camera, the clicking loud in her ears while she continued talking about her first sexual encounters.  A dog was her first lover.  She had been a very inquisitive girl and had followed the family dog after watching him mount a female.  Her fingers on his balls while they were tied had entertained her for a long time.  Later, his cock had kept her happy many cold winter nights, and quite a few hot summer days too.

	She was glad her parents never found out, she said as she turned on the trimmer.  The buzzing machine ran down her left arm cutting into the soft clean white wool with relative ease.  It took many strokes for the arm, and she had to finish the arm while the cameraman changed cameras for a fresh roll of film while she continued to talk about her lovers in what counted as school back then.

	The ewe smiled fondly, then adjusted her glasses as she moved from arm to hip and exposed the top of a tattoo. "Ah, that was such a wonderful year to be Seventeen.  I competed in my first beauty pageant... Won too.  First prize was all of $10. A lot of money in those days!  There was a private pageant held later that night." She continued shearing and talking, fully exposing the tattoo to show it was a ribbon with the date 1897 under it.

	Mary got onto all fours and spread her legs to show off her unshaven womanhood to the camera before shearing around her ass too while continuing.  "That was a nude showing.  All the men showed their appreciation of our... special talents.  I took more males that night than I can remember.  Sure, I was a little drunk, but I enjoyed it!  I know what I was doing when I agreed to the tattoo."

	She paused, looking back to smile at it while finishing up her backside and moving on to the sensitive flesh of her pubic mound.  The clicking sped up as she switched to a normal razor.  The wool came off, quite a bit of it, and bared her sex for the camera to enjoy.  Mary had switch positions and sit facing the camera to finish her groin, shaving a cute triangle around her clit then fully removing even that.

	She moved on to her slightly chubby belly, careful of the age loosened flesh, and switched back to the trimmer.  The ewe ran a long line up from groin to between her breasts to her neck with the camera still clicking.  She had to pause while he, again, changed to a new roll of film.  The ewe kept talking, as she had before.

	"In the early 1900s, after the first planes became more common, I got my first chance to fly.  Oh it was wonderful.  The sky was all around me, the land looked so small and ... then the pilot became ill.  It was a private flight, just for me, there was nobody else to take over, so I got my first chance to fly for real.  As you can see..." She gently pinched her right nipple and pulled her breast up to shave under it easier. "I made it.  I dreamed of owning my own after that.  After some years of hard work, and fighting against a lot of very opinionated young men..." Again Mary lifted a breast, then sheared all over their soft mounds.  The flesh jiggled while she talked, and for the first time the cameraman actually showed a hint of interest.  His companion wrote as swiftly as he could, taking her story down as accurately as possible and didn't even get to watch as the elderly sheep's body wobbled and moved with the shearing in such a delightful way.

	Mary adjusted her glasses and took a deep breath when she finished trimming her breasts.  She took the chance to shift position again while going on about her new airline for ladies.  The ewe faced away from the camera and again got onto all fours.  She lifted her ass into the air to show off the freshly bared skin and tattoo, then crouched to show off her back better.  Her shaver went down along her back, awkwardly at first, trimming away the fluffy wool.

	Her back took the longest, and she knew they wanted interesting material, so she spoke of several enjoyable encounters with grateful young men during her many flights.  Her left hand spread her nether lips open to slip in a finger as well, but moments later simply cupped herself instead and massaged her labia visibly for the camera.  With her back finished, she had only her right arm left, with her light arousal plenty visible.

	While Mary had shaved most areas completely bare, the ewe had left a fluffy mound of wool on her left arm pit.  She left a similar mound of wool under the right.  Her pretty face turned to look over her shoulder as she finished her underarm and held her arm out to show off the armpit fluff.

	"That's pretty much everything." The ewe rubbed the turned off shaver over the armpit wool "As to this... I don't know really,  I've never liked shaving it ALL off.  Every time I leave that fluff under there.  It feels good.  It's something for my intimate friends to play with.  It makes such a nice contrast to my newly sheered skin, don't you think?"

	The money was welcomed, and saved her business from the loan shark.  The photos on the magazine brought her more business as well.  The story helped even more so... As she found out from some of the handsome young men she took into her cabin.  Mary had never been happier or felt more confident while storing their precious cargo safely in hold.