2 comments/ 13778 views/ 5 favorites Sarah Finds a Friend By: HairCutter607 As I sat on the edge of the bed in just the ruffle-butt panties bought specifically for my gown, I huddled underneath the bed sheet trying to stay warm in the cool air conditioning of the bedroom. He pulled out the large garment bag containing my dress from our closet, as well as his smaller bag with his tuxedo in it. He laid my bag down onto the bed next to me, and then placed his on the back of a chair. I stood up, and shrugged off the sheet, unzipping the extremely large bag, and removing the beautiful ball gown from within. He had bought it for me months ago, when we had taken a trip upstate. We were walking around a beautiful little lake town, and we went into this boutique. It was love at first sight, when I saw the dress. He insisted I try it on, and after a little balking on my part, I finally did. It fit almost perfectly, and the owner of the shop said that if we bought it, that she could have the alterations to have it fit me perfectly done by the next morning, no cost. The price tag seemed astronomical, and we didn't have any real reason to buy it, but he insisted we did, anyways. When we had gotten home from that trip, he told me that he wanted to host a ball, just to give me a reason to wear such a beautiful dress. I was speechless, when he told me, simply stuttering out an "Oh... Okay." It had almost completely slipped my mind, since he had been doing everything to set it up. I had helped him a little bit with a basic guest list, but he handled most everything else. Now that it was here, how could I have forgotten, and decided to destroy my hair? My naked chest heaved as I thought about having to go out into the public, looking the way I did. I glanced over at him. He was already halfway dressed, busy focusing on himself. I looked back at the gown, and began dressing myself. The dress was surprisingly light, for how poofy the bottom of it was. When I was most of the way dressed, I turned to my love, unable to finish zipping the asymmetrical corset top the rest of the way. "Babe, can you finish me...?" I asked, offering the zipper to him. He snickered a little, and said, "Didn't I do that a few times already, today?" I simply rolled my eyes, and fought back a grin, as he closed me into the form fitting dress. After we were both fully dressed, we stood next to each other, adjusting ourselves in the full length mirrors on the closet, him making sure his bowtie was straight, and me, leveling my breasts in the corset. My already ample tits looked huge, pushed up into almost a flat shelf beneath my chin. I noticed him staring at them, as I squeezed them together, playing. "Oh, you like that?" I jiggled my chest at him playfully. "You know I do, baby.. but.. actually, I was thinking.. they look bigger than usual, even for being in that dress." He was right, but I hadn't said anything yet. The dress was also a little tighter than when I had tried it on, before, but again, I hadn't said anything. "Huh. Maybe. I'm supposed to be getting my period soon, maybe i'm just a little swollen." I shrugged, and headed off to the bedroom to apply my makeup, before he could ask any more questions. He came in, when I was mostly done, and began playing with my hair. He grabbed his pomade from the vanity, and began rubbing it all over his hands. He began to spike my hair, making it look absolutely crazy, but managing to hide the uneven cuts, and making me look, dare I say, beautiful. He then spiked his own hair in his usual fashion, and rinsed off his hands, and left the bathroom, without saying a single word. His fingers in my hair had made me a little bit horny, but we didn't have time to play again.. yet. I smelled his cologne drift in from the bedroom as I finished powdering my breasts. They looked nice and milky white, my freckles peaking through just slightly. I looked quite the sight, My short bright orange hair in crazy spikes, my skin powder white, and the sleeveless ball gown a brilliant midnight blue with white paisley embroidered into it. "You look like a victorian goddess." He said, leaning back in the doorway, and I felt my cheeks turn red, as I blushed. "Come on, we need to get going, now." I nodded, and closed up my makeup, as he headed out of our bedroom, and downstairs. I grabbed the shoes that I had bought to match the dress, and carried them down after him. He was busy bustling about, getting things ready for us to leave. I sat by the front door, and put on my shoes, fastening the straps, then made sure I had everything I would need in my clutch. He seemed slightly distracted, like he was trying to make sure not to forget something, as we walked out the door, and walked over to his sedan. He opened the door for me, and, as I was about to sit down, he pulled a black box from his pocket, smiling, saying "Hold on.. A pretty girl like you deserves some pretty jewelry." He opened the box, and inside was a large emerald-cut blue sapphire necklace, and three sets of matching earrings, in progressively smaller cuts. The color of the sapphires almost matched my dress perfectly. I took the box from him, and he removed the necklace, and fastened it around my neck, then leaned forward, and pressed his lips against mine in an unexpectedly passionate kiss. I leaned in to his kiss, not wanting to break away from him. Finally, when we seperated, he smiled at me, and as I sat down in to the car, pulling the bottom of the dress in behind me, he closed the door. As he walked around, and climbed into the driver's seat, I had began placing the earrings into each of the three holes in the bottom of my lobes in each ear. Once I had all six earrings in, I fastened my seat belt, and away we went. Once we arrived at the mansion he had rented out for the ball, he pulled up front, and the valet at the door opened my door and helped me out. I smiled at the valet, and waited for my love. As he walked around to me, he offered me his arm, and I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm. We were already fashionably late, and, as we walked in the door, he lead me towards where I could hear classical music coming from. Outside of the door to the ballroom was a table with boxes of varying colors set on top. "Why don't you pick one, and open it up, dear?" He gestured towards the boxes. My eyes gravitated towards one that matched my dress almost perfectly, and I pointed towards it. He picked it up off of the table, and handed it to me. I unfolded the top of the box, and inside were two matching masquerade masks. He reached in, and pulled out the masks, slipping his on, and handed the other to me. I slipped it on, as well, careful not to disturb my hair. "Now, we're ready to dance, my dear." He took me by my hand, opened the door to the ballroom, and together we entered. * * * * * After we had danced to the four piece orchestra for a while, I was getting tired, and needed a drink. I excused myself from my love's presence on the dance floor, where he was mingling with other couples, and escaped to the refreshments table. The drinks table was covered in champagne flutes, with the female attendant graciously pouring champagne for guests at their request. As I approached her, and asked for a drink, her eyes didn't leave my head. She poured the champagne into the glass, and handed it to me, her eyes still affixed to my fiery orange crown. I felt like she wanted to say something, so I stood next to the table, slowly sipping at the glass. "So.. uh.. This is quite the party, isn't it?" She finally managed, and I turned towards her, smiling. "Oh, yes, it's absolutely wonderful. Do you know anything about the host?" I asked, trying to get her to open up. "I've heard all sorts of stories about him, I don't know what to believe. I've heard he's a millionaire, looking for his princess, I've heard that it's an old couple, looking to have one nice evening together. I even heard that it was just some guy doing this, because he bought a dress for his wife! Who knows what the real story is!" I was doing everything I could to keep from smiling. "It's something, all right. I can't believe i'm here. I feel so.. plain, here with all these other women in these gorgeous dresses." "What!? You're not plain! Look at you, you're gorgeous! I love how you're so comfortable with yourself to have your hair so short, and.. you look absolutely glowing in that dress!" There it was. She liked my hair! "Aww, thank you! You really like my hair? It was really just a last minute decision.. it was much much longer, not even..." I paused, thinking about it. "Wow, not even 3 hours ago, it was nice and long." She looked astonished. "Wow.. you just.. you cut it all off, just for this party? I wish I could do something like that." I felt something stir deep within me. "Oh, yes. Well, I didn't cut it for the ball, but you could cut your hair, too!" She blushed, and said "Oh no, I couldn't EVER do that.. i'm no where near brave enough!" I reached out, and tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind an ear. "Aww, well, maybe you just need some encouragement, to get started?" The thought of helping this pretty little thing was starting to make me horny. Was I really going to convince her to go through with it? "I don't know... I mean.. I've always wanted to.. but.. Ohhhh.." she shivered a little, when I touched her hair, and I smiled a warm smile at her. "I tell you what," I scribbled down my cell phone number onto a napkin and handed it to her. "Text or call me later, if you want a little encouragement.. or maybe some help." She looked at the napkin, then back at me, and just nodded in disbelief. I smiled at her, and walked away, eager to tell my husband about what I may have just found for us. As I worked my way across the dance floor, looking for my love, I almost became panicked when I couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly, from behind me, I felt someone press up against me, and grab my breasts. I gasped in astonishment, that someone would try to violate me in such a public place. I spun around, ready to slap my assailant, when I smelled the unique, familiar smell of my husband's cologne. He stood behind me, grinning from ear to ear, happy with himself for just getting to feel me up. "Ohhhh, you jerk. I ought to slap you for that!" I said, and playfully slapped at his cheek. "Come with me, I have something fun to tell you." I took his hand, and walked him over to an empty table. As we sat down, I undid my shoes. They weren't as comfortable as I had hoped, and we had been dancing for quite a while it seemed. After I had removed them, I propped my feet up into his lap, and began to tell him about the drinks girl, and what I wanted to get her to do. After I had finished, he got quiet for a minute, then asked, "Do you really think you can get her to go through with it?" I had been afraid he wouldn't like the idea, but it turned out that I was wrong. I could feel his cock throbbing in his lap against my feet. I began teasing him gently. "Oh, I don't know. But it's worth I try," I said as I worked at his hardness through his pants. His eyelids fluttered, and he moaned slightly, grinding his dick against my feet. "Ohh, baby... You're such a tease... Give me a minute, and I'll see what I can do for us," he said, and slid back away from me, before I made him cum in his pants. He kissed me on my forehead, and then walked off, the dick in his pants quite evident. He was gone for maybe 10 or 15 minutes, and when he came back, he helped me stand up. I grabbed at his groin, looking to see if he was still hard. "Awwww, gone already?" He smiled at me. "Just.. for now. We should get going, I think you're going to be getting a phone call, soon." I looked at him, astonished. He must have talked to the caterer's, and gotten the girl off early tonight. He grinned devilishly at me, and winked. We left, and on the drive home, I received a text. "Hey, it's Jen from the ball. You still want to do what we talked about?" I had realized that I hadn't gotten her name at the party, and made a mental note of it, now. I showed the text to my husband, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, why don't you invite her back to our place, then?" My heart jumped at the idea. I didn't think that things would progress this quickly. I fired off a text. "Absolutely! Want to meet at my place?" We had pulled into our driveway when her reply came. "Sure, where are you at? Do you live alone?" I replied with our address, and explained that I was married, and asked if it was a problem. I hadn't received a text in the following 15 minutes, so I assumed that she was put off by my being married, when the doorbell rang. My husband was the first to the door, still in his tuxedo. "Hello.. may I help you?" "Uhm.. hi.. yes.. uhh.. I'm looking for Sarah?" "Ahh, you must be Jen. Come right in, we just got home, ourselves. Sarah told me a little about you. It must be nice, getting off early from work?" I saw the twinkle in his eyes as he said it. Jen stepped inside, and looked around, noticing me at the top of the stairs. I waved hi to her, and motioned for them to come upstairs. I ran to the bedroom, and slid the chair into the middle of the room. I started to unzip my dress, and step out of it. My back was to the door, with the dress falling to the floor, when they came in. I turned towards them, my chest bared to both Jen and my husband, my arm across my stomach. "Hi there, guys, I was just getting changed." Jen had stopped and was staring at my heaving breasts, as was my husband. He moved to the closet, and pulled out one of his dress shirts, and walked over, setting it on the back of the chair, then going to set in the bed. "So, Jen.. How would you like to do this?" I wiggled my ruffled panties down off of me, baring my fiery bush to her, as well, before slipping on the shirt my love had gotten for me. "Do you want encouragement, or do you want your hair cut for you?" "I.. uhh..." She cleared her throat. "I guess.. well.. I haven't ever cut hair, before.. so.. maybe you should.." I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "Well, okay. First, I think you should probably get out of your work clothes, you don't want to get hair stuck in them do you? Then we'll have you sit in the chair, here.. and.. oh, I think we should probably restrain you, so you don't try to stop us part way through. Babe, can you help with that?" My husband studied us for a minute, then silently left the room, while I began to help Jen undress. I started unbuttoning her dress shirt for her, working from her chest down, hovering close to her. She smelled of cherry blossoms. This was the first time i'd been this turned on by the smell of another woman. I slid the shirt off of her shoulders, took it, and draped it over my arm. I studied her bra covered breasts.. they were ample, but not as big as my own. I wondered what her nipples looked like, if they were as big and pink as mine, or maybe she had tiny dark ones? Standing that close, I couldn't help but touch her, my hand brushing against her. I felt her skin pucker up into goosebumps as I caressed her shoulders. "You should probably take off your pants, too.. but your underwear is up to you" I said to her as I slid a hand around behind her, feeling for the clasp on her bra. She nodded at me, and began to unbutton her pinstriped pants. She let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. I realized now that she must have taken her shoes off, downstairs. Her wide hips and sex were covered by black lacy hiphugger panties. I had unhooked the back of her bra when my husband walked back in with a long section of white rope. Jen clutched the bra to her chest, looking at him. "Oh, don't worry hon, he won't do anything to you." I smiled reassuringly. I slid the shoulder straps of her bra down off of her, and she reluctantly let go, sliding her arms down to cover her stomach. Her nipples were small, maybe the size of quarters, very dark, and extremely hard, but I resisted the urge to reach out and play with them. I guided her to the chair, and sat her down, and motioned for my love to restrain her. He came over, and tied her arms to the chair behind her, not too tight that it hurt, but tight enough that she couldn't get loose. "Is that okay?" he asked her gently, and she replied with a nod. He returned to the bed. I could see the bulge in his pants forming again. "Now, Jen.. How should I do this? Should I just do what I want, or do you want something specific?" "Uhh.. well.. no.. I guess you can do what you want...?" I smiled as I bounced off into the bathroom to get my tools. I came back carrying the battery operated clippers, a pair of scissors that I slipped into the breast pocket of the shirt, and a comb. I stood behind her, and combed through her long straight brunette locks. They went halfway down her back, when I combed them neatly. I grinned as I pulled out the clippers, and turned them on. The vibrations sent a chill through my body, I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought already. "Are you ready, Jen?" She nodded again. "Okay, here goes." I placed the clippers against her forehead, and slowly pulled them back along her center part, cutting a wide strip down the middle of her head, the long brown hairs falling to the floor. My pussy twitched in pleasure, watching them fall. I looked at her in the full length mirror in front of us.. she hadn't even looked yet. I wondered how she'd react when she realized what I had done. "Jen!" Her attention snapped to the mirror, first, her eyes locking on mine, then on the strip of missing hair down the center of her head. Her jaw dropped, and I saw tears well up into her eyes as she started to cry. "No.. I don't want to do this any more!" She started to struggle against her bonds, as I moved in to comfort her. "Shh, shh, don't worry.. have fun. Didn't it feel good when I ran the clippers down your head? I know you liked it.." She nodded, as I wiped the tears from her cheeks. "We'll try the scissors, now, does that sound good?" I glanced over at my husband, who had his cock out, and was playing with himself, watching us. I felt so wet as I pulled the scissors out of my pocket, and got ready to chop this girls hair up. I walked in front of her, and kneeled down, my breasts pressing against her bound legs. I looked into her moist eyes, and put a finger to her lips. "Shh, it's okay, Jen.. this is what you want."I brushed some of her hair back behind her ear. "Right now, you're afraid, I understand. But imagine how liberated you'll feel when we're done..?" She nodded in agreement, and I smiled at her. "Would it make you feel better if I cut some of my hair, too?" I asked her as felt around my head for a longer piece. The look in Jen's eyes said it all, she didn't want to be alone in this. "Okay, here goes." I kept smiling, and closed my eyes as I slid the scissors close to my scalp, around the chunk of hair I had chosen, and snipped it shut. The hairs tugged slightly, cutting it that close to the skin with the scissors, but it felt good, and I couldn't help but moan slightly. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me, and I held out the chunk of hair for her to look at. "See? It feels so good." I rolled the hairs around in my fingers, then let them drop onto her lap, my fiery orange hair in stark contrast to her darker brown. I stood up, feeling very warm and flushed, my pussy burning with desire. I decided to myself that if she was mostly naked, then I might as be as well, too. Her eyes studied me as I stood in front of her, slowly unbuttoning the large men's dress shirt I was wearing. As I finished unbuttoning it, I let it slide from my shoulders onto the floor, my naked body there for her to completely observe. I couldn't resist any more, and straddled Jen's lap, sitting down on her legs, my bare pussy sitting on a combination of her hair and mine, and slid my arms around her neck, and and ran a hand up into her hair. I leaned in close to her, smelling her perfume. Sarah Finds a Friend It was such a foreign feeling, being so close to another woman, but my body seemed to be moving on its own. My hand that had been in her hair traced its way back along her neck, down over her well defined collar bones, to her chest. I ran my fingers down to her left nipple, tracing circles around it. To my amazement, it got even harder and taller as I teased her. She moaned in pleasure at feeling me, and I couldn't help but to give her what she wanted. I cupped her breast in my hand, and lowered my mouth to her chest. I inhaled deeply, her scent even more intoxicating now, and gently kissed her tit. I felt her body almost melt at feeling my mouth on her, and I opened my lips, slipping her hard nipple between them. I traced my tongue around it in circles, flicking it over, feeling her body jump at the feeling. I had set the scissors down between us, the cold metal resting on her thighs, and my other hand had found her right breast and was gently kneading it. "Ohh, be careful, Sarah.. i'm still breastfeeding my baby.." she cooed softly into my ear. I glanced over at her right breast, noticing that there was a trickle of white milk oozing from it. I watched closely as I massaged her breast more, and a few streams of milk shot out from her nipple. She moaned in delight from it. I grinned, and sucked her other nipple, massaging it with my tongue, feeling her milk trickle, then spurt into my mouth. It was warm and sweet, nothing like the cows milk I was used to. I swallowed down a mouthful, then slowly separated my mouth from her breast. "Your milk tastes so good, Jen.. I may have to keep drinking you later, but for now.. I think we're ready for that haircut, aren't we?" I looked into her eyes, there were no more tears. She was much more relaxed now. I smiled, and picked up the scissors, leaving her other breast covered in her milk. "I'll tell you what, for the first few cuts, i'll keep you distracted." I leaned close to her, my arms going over her shoulders, and pulling her hair back into a loose pony tail. My face was mere inches from hers, and I could feel her warm breath. I moved closer, my lips hovering next to hers. I started snipping chunks out of the pony tail, and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her. She resisted at first, but then she relaxed, and began kissing back. Her mouth opened, and our tongues touched as I snipped, snipped, snipped at her beautiful brunette hair. As we continued to kiss, my body involuntarily started grinding against her legs, my pussy yearning for attention. I looked over Jen's shoulder as we kissed at my husband sitting in the bed. He had stripped down now, and was still stroking himself, and he seemed bigger than I had ever seen him. My eyes smiled at him as his met mine, the look of desire in his face painfully evident. I ground against Jen more, our lips finally breaking from each other, snipping more and more hair away from her head. "See, it feels good, doesn't it?" I said, as my wet pussy pressed against her bare thigh. "If we untie you, are you going to be good?" I motioned for my love to come over, as Jen agreed. He kneeled down behind her, and untied her bonds, letting her loose. Her arms shot out towards my head, and I gasped in fear that she was attacking me. Instead, her hands slid through my hair, and pulled my face to hers as she kissed me passionately. My husband walked around into her view, and she was startled at the sight of him naked, his fully erect dick at eye level with her, and she released her grip on me, ending our kiss. "Don't worry, baby.. He won't do anything to you, unless you want him to. He's mine, anyways." My eyes twinkled deviously at the thought of him wanting her, but me not letting him have her. "Now, I'm going to clipper your head, and my husband here is going to get ready to shave your head nice and smooth, okay?" "Okay, Sarah.. on one condition.. you suck my breasts more, while he shaves me." I couldn't help but smile. "Of course." I stood up from her lap, and went to get my bigger, more heavy duty clippers. Her hair fell around her head at about chin length, with about every inch it changing lengths. She looked quite the sight with a strip missing down her head, and the rest chopped up. I plugged the clippers in, and stood behind her, rubbing my pussy against her shoulder, leaving a slight trace of wetness on her. I was so horny I could barely stand, but she needed to be shaved. I turned them on with a click, and combed her hair back with my fingers. As I placed the scissors against the back of her neck, my husband headed into the bathroom to gather his shaving supplies, and ready his razor for making her scalp smooth. I drew the clippers up into her hair, the hum of them bogging down slightly as they chewed through her locks. She shivered from the feeling of them against her skin. I stopped just before the crown of her head, and moved the clippers back down, methodically shaving the back of her head. After her neck was done, I started on her left side, above her ear, shaving more. Once that side was smooth, I moved to the right, and clippered her smooth there as well. I moved to stand in front of her, my bare breasts in her face, as I pressed the clippers against her forehead. I paused for a moment, withdrawing them, and kneeled down to look her in the eye again. "Do you want to help shave some?" I asked her, offering the still running clippers. "O..Okay..." she picked them up. "Oh, these are heavy.." she hefted them, getting used to the feel. "Don't worry, hon. I will help guide you." I smiled, and wrapped my hand around hers on the clippers. "Ready?" She nodded, and lifted the clippers to her scalp. She took a deep breath, and plunged the clippers into her hairline, my hand guiding hers, tracing a line through her scalp to the back where I had already shaved. Without having to focus completely on shaving her head, my free hand now found its way to my pussy, and I began to rub at myself as I helped Jen shave the rest of the hair from the top of her head. I was close to orgasm when we were done, not a single long stand of hair left on the top of her head. I stopped rubbing at my cunt as I released my hand from around the clippers. She still had them running, and she was looking at me devilishly. Before I knew it, she had the clippers pressed against my sex, shaving my pubic hair. The vibrations from the hair clippers pushed me over the edge, and I came, standing there in front of her, as she stripped me of my orange fur. As I finished cumming, my husband walked back into the room with his bowl of shave cream, his straight razor, and a towel. "What have you naughty girls been up to?" He asked as he looked at my mostly bare sex. "I'll have to fix that up later, now, won't I?" he grinned. "Maybe I'll want Jen to finish the job!" I snipped, as I dropped to my knees in front of her, getting ready to suckle at her breasts. My husband dragged over a table to set his things on, and walked in front of Jen, carrying his straight razor. "Okay, Jen. I'm going to shave you now, but I need you to understand something." He unfolded his razor, the razor I had bought him for our last anniversary, showing it to her. "This.. is very sharp. Now, you don't need to be afraid. I know what i'm doing, but I need you to understand that you can NOT move when I have this against your skin, or you can be cut very badly." Her eyes were fixated on the blade. "Jen, are you listening to me?" "What? Yes, i'm sorry. I can't move at all." Her eyes broke from the blade, and met his. I suddenly felt a little bit jealous of him using the razor I bought him, on her. He moved back behind her, and began applying the warm shave cream to her scalp, and I pressed my mouth to her breast, this time, focusing on her right side. She moaned, though i'm not sure if it was from the shave cream or my mouth filling with her milk. He draped his shave towel over his non-dominant arm, once he was done brushing the thick white cream all over her head, and peered at his razor, before telling Jen to look down. Her eyes met mine as I continued sucking the milk from her breast, my hands now massaging, pulling the milk down from her breast, past my lips, into my mouth. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as the cold steel of my husbands blade met the back of her neck. In one smooth motion, he slid the blade up, the shave cream gathering on the hollow of the blade. I felt Jen resist moving at the feeling. He wiped the blade off, and continued working, swiftly shaving the entirety of her neck. When he was done, I switched breasts and reached up, feeling the buttery smooth skin he left behind. She moaned softly again, spreading her legs enough for her hand to slip between and begin rubbing at her own pussy. "You can play, Jen, but remember.. you can't move while i've got this against your skin." She simply moaned at him. I sucked harder at her breast, elongating her nipple in my mouth, drinking her, letting my mouth fill with her warm milk, tasting its sweetness, then swallowing it down, as my husband continued shaving the top of her head. Her fingers worked at her pussy through her panties even faster, and she moaned more and more. I was jealous that his razor was going to make her cum, so I clamped my teeth down onto her nipple, causing her to jump slightly. "Shit! Jen, I said you can't move! I just nicked you a little, hold on..." I smiled to myself, as he cleaned around the cut with the towel. "Okay.. it's not to bad, but you CAN'T move." He quickly finished shaving the rest of her head, and I kept drinking her milk. Once he was done, he folded up his razor, and wiped off her now smooth head with the towel, and I left her breast to go sit on the bed. My belly felt full and warm from all the milk I had just drank. She got up, and went to the mirror, touching and feeling her head. "Do you like it?" I asked. "I.. I do... it's.. beautiful. I've never felt like this before." She turned towards me. "Why haven't you shaved your head?" I was shocked. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to shave my head, but, I just hadn't yet. Jen walked over to the bed, and climbed on top of me, straddling me, her black panties pressed against my partially shaved bush. Her fingers ran through my hair and then locked onto them, tugging at me. "I think it's your turn, now.. Maybe you should be tied up and shaved." My breath caught in my throat. Yes.. this is what I wanted. Badly. I nodded, feeling the painful tug of her fingers gripping my hair. She pulled me up off of the bed, still not releasing me, and guided me to the chair, my bare feet getting covered in the hair that had built up around the chair. "Will you tie her up?" she asked my love, and he willingly did. He had always wanted to tie me up, it was one of his fetishes. He tied me much in the same way he did her, wrapping the rope around my wrists, and tied them to the back of the chair. It was snug, but not uncomfortable. He knew I wasn't going to resist, so he tied it tighter than he had for Jen. It felt good, almost, being bound, not being in control. Jen picked up the clippers, and looked at me, turning them on. She stood in front of me, her lacy black panties in front of me. For the first time I noticed through the lace that she was completely shaved smooth underneath. She slid the clippers from my forehead all the way back to my neck in one long smooth motion as I studied her sex through her underwear. The clippers tugged and ripped at my hair, you could tell she had never used clippers before, but it didn't stop me from getting super wet. It felt so good, the vibrations of the clippers, the tug of them in my hair. She worked slower than I had shaving her, taking her time, her large breasts pressed into my face as she shaved the back of my neck, straddling me. I wanted to cum so bad, I started trying to grind my pussy against the chair beneath me. Pass after pass, she shaved all of my orange hair off, letting it fall around me. I felt it tickle down my arms, down my breasts, as it slowly disappeared from my head. Finally, when she was done, she grabbed the bowl of shave cream, took the brush, and began applying it to my scalp. It had cooled down since my husband had whipped it up, but it still felt incredibly good on my head. Once it was spread all over my head, she eyed the razor, and her hand shakily reached for it. "No.. let him do it.. I want him to do it." I said, nodding to my husband. He shaved her, now I wanted him to shave me. Jen nodded, picked up the razor, and handed it to my love. He walked over, and leaned down, kissing my neck. "Do I need to explain to you the same I did her?" I shook my head. "Good. Here we go, baby. Just like you always wanted." He kissed my neck again, then stood up. He pressed the cold steel against the nape of my neck, and I got goosebumps. He scraped it up along my neck, I could feel it pulling, cutting every little piece of hair. He stopped, cleaned off the blade, then started again. Every pass made the skin go cold as the shave cream left my head. The sound of the razor against my scalp was intoxicating. I was lost in the feeling and sound of being shaved, I didn't even realize he was done until I felt the towel on my head, wiping away the rest of the shave cream. I felt the bonds around my wrists fall away, and Jen helped me to my feet, and took me in front of the mirror. I felt drunk, as I looked at myself. The person looking back was, again, no one I had ever seen. My head was completely smooth, the only orange left was my eyebrows. My hand instinctively went up, my fingertips trying to run through the hair that was once there, but touching nothing but smooth skin. I shivered, feeling my baldness, and my pussy quivered. I was so horny from seeing this. I had one hand on my smooth head, the other was now at my pussy, teasing my clit. Jen stood behind me, her hips against mine, her breasts pressed into my back, her fingers massaging the back of my head. I spun around to face her, and we began kissing, fondling each other, teasing each other with our hands. I slipped my hand down her panties, feeling her smooth sex, spreading her pussy lips with one finger. She was just as wet as I was. I began fingering her cunt as her tongue invaded my mouth, my other hand squeezing milk from her breast. Each of her hands were on my tits, tweaking my nipples, teasing me. I wanted her hand on my sex badly, but I was too occupied to put them there. My husband finished cleaning up the mess from shaving, and walked over behind me, kissing my now smooth neck. His hard cock pressed into my ass cheek as his hands grabbed my hips. Jen's eyes met his, and one of her hands left my breast to pull him in close to both of us. We broke our kiss, and I finally had a chance to get what I wanted. I grabbed my husband by the cock and began stroking him, pulling his dick towards my pussy. Jen began kissing at my neck, her hand finally tracing it's way down my belly from my sensitive breasts to my pussy. My husbands hand replaced hers, gently teasing my nipple, while his other hand squeezed my ass cheek, pulling me close to him. "Why don't we go over to the bed?" Jen asked, leading all of us along with her. She fell back onto the bed, pulling me on top of her, our bare breasts pressing against each other. She stroked my bare head as she began kissing me as I straddled her, my ass sticking out towards my husband. As my tongue met hers, I felt a warm wet sensation on my pussy. My husband was now kneeling behind me, his mouth lapping at my sex. I moaned into Jen's mouth as his tongue slipped between the wet folds of my pussy lips, aiming for my clit. As he ate me, Jen's hands searched out my breasts, tweaking my nipples and massaging my chest. I felt like I was in heaven, as my love's tongue entered my cunt. His hands found their way to my thighs, pulling me back onto his face. As I ground myself into him, jen began grinding herself into me. I slipped a hand between us, snaking my way between her legs. I deftly moved her panties aside, and began fingering her wetness. Her pussy gave way easily to me, and soon, I found myself plunging two fingers deep inside of her sex in rhythm to my love's tongue in my own cunt. Our moans of pleasure slowly began to match up, my fingering speeding up with the rate of my husband's hungrily eating of my pussy. Suddenly, I felt his face depart from my sex, being replaced, first by a single finger, probing deep inside of me, then a second, and finally a third. I felt his thumb press against my clit, and his fingers began massaging my g-spot. The volume of my moaning rose as my husband fingered me, pushing me closer and closer to an amazing orgasm. I slipped my fingers from Jen's pussy, sticky and wet with her juices. The heady scent of sex in the air was driving me mad. I needed release. My hands grasped at the bedsheets as Jen continued kneading, massaging, teasing, playing with my heaving breasts, and my husband expertly fingerfucking my pussy. I dropped my head down beside Jen's, and she began nibbling, licking and kissing my neck as I pushed back against my love. I was so close to sweet release, I could feel a huge urge inside of me to let go. My moans raised into a crescendo of screams of pleasure as I came, my pussy convulsing around my lover's fingers, pushing him out, and squirting wet girlcum all over him, Jen, and myself. I collapsed on top of jen, panting, my naked body racked with convulsions from the huge orgasm. Jen's arms wrapped around my shoulders, stroking my shaven head as my body calmed down. I felt my husband's weight on the bed as he laid down next to us. I rolled my head over to look at him. "That... was amazing, baby." he simply grinned at me. I glanced down to see his fully erect cock throbbing. I realized what a tease all of this must have been to him. I rolled off of Jen, laying in between her and my husband, the inside of my thighs now cold and wet from my orgasm. Jen propped herself up on her elbows, looking at me. "I've never seen a woman squirt before.. do you do that often?" My husband answered for me. "She squirts when I get her super horny, and fuck her pussy just right. But this is the first time she's squirted on her hands and knees like that." I was blushing slightly from them talking about me like I wasn't there. I rolled towards my love, and cuddled into his arms, my hand brushing against his hard on, making him twitch. I grinned, and wrapped my fingers around his thick rod. "Ohhh, looks like someone else needs to be fucked.." I murmured to him, pressing my lips against his neck, kissing and teasing him in all the places I knew he liked. I began stroking him, as Jen sat up behind me, pressing her tits against my back again, her other hand reaching down, moving towards my lover's balls. I stopped jerking him off for a second, smacking her hand. "He's mine, don't you dare think about it!" I snapped at Jen. She looked hurt. I almost felt bad, but I never shared my husband, he was my treasure. I sat up, and rolled on top of him, grinding my pussy against his hard cock. "You can play with us, but only I get to fuck my husband, Jen. I'm sorry, but those are my rules." She scooted closer to us as I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, lowering myself onto it. "Do you want to watch me fuck him?" I asked her as my swollen pussy lips spread around the head of his dick. I stopped there, waiting for her reply, rocking back and forth, keeping both me and him teased. He moaned softly, his hands reaching for my breasts. She got up on her knees and got close to me, kissing me again. Her hands found my hips, and she urged me down onto his shaft. Both he and I moaned as my sensitive pussy swallowed his rock hard cock. She didn't stop pushing me down onto it until every inch of him was inside of my tight snatch. Suddenly, she threw a leg over his chest, straddling him, facing me, her hands still on my hips, her tits again pressed against mine. Sarah Finds a Friend "Fuck him, Sarah. Make him cum. I wanna watch him cum for you." her fingertips traced lines up my sides to my breasts. "Ride him until his balls are ready to burst." She pressed her mouth against mine as I began to slide up and down on him, slowly, my pussy still very sensitive from my last orgasm. I placed my hands on her lace covered hips as I started to fuck my husband. Her hands found my tits again, and she fondled me gently as I humped my lover's cock. He couldn't move very well with me sitting on his hips and Jen on his chest, but he seemed happy with where he was. I saw his hands reach around Jen, and wrap around her tits. I angrily humped his dick harder, annoyed that he thought he thought he could touch another woman that way. Suddenly, I felt her warm milk squirt against my belly, and gasped. My lover was squeezing her breasts, making her lactate onto me. I moved my hands to my stomach, rubbing the still warm milk into my skin, moaning at the feeling of it, the sensuality of her milk on my skin. I felt him trying to thrust inside of me as I rode him, he wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to feel him cum, I wanted him to shoot his hot, sticky load. I knew he would want to fill me up, trying to make me pregnant. If only he knew he had already succeeded, it would probably make him cum immediately. I began riding him more vigorously, grinding down against his balls at the bottom of a stroke, sliding up along his shaft until only the head of his cock was inside of me, then dropping myself back down on to him. It felt so good, his dick plunging so deep inside of me. "Ohhh, baby.. I want to feel you cum inside of me," I moaned in my most whorish voice, and I felt his balls tense up beneath me. He was close. "Ohh god, fill me up, please? I need to feel so full of your seed...." My words were even having an effect on Jen as she continued to ride his chest, grinding into him. She was panting heavier, one of her hands had left my chest for her own cunt, and she was rubbing herself vigorously. I leaned forward into Jen, placing my mouth near her ear.. "Watch out, I need to make my baby cum," Iwhispered to her. She nodded, and slid off of him to one side, still fingering herself like a mad woman. As soon as she was off of him, his arms shot out, and pulled me down to him. My tits mashed against his chest as he changed his position. His hands sought out my ass cheeks, and his legs, now slightly liberated from the weight of me moved to allow him to thrust into my cunt better. He pinned my body down to him, and began fucking me hard, pounding into my pussy. "Ohhhh fuck me!" I screamed. His dick felt so good, and I could feel his balls gently slap against me, each time he drove the head of his cock all the way in. "Ohhh, god, yes! Yes baby! Ohhhh, fill my pregnant cunt up with more of your sperm!" I practically shouted. His hands gripped my ass even tighter as he pounded into me harder than ever before. "Shit yes, ohhh, shoot that hot load into my pregnant body!" That was it, his eyes shot open, locking onto mine, as the words processed in his mind. The idea of me, pregnant pushed him over the edge. He convulsed, moaning incoherently as his dick spasmed inside of me. I felt his gooey warm seed splash against my cervix, and I ground down against him to milk every last drop out. As I laid there against his heaving chest, him panting from all the exertion, I felt Jen's warm breath by my ass, and then her warm tongue near my ass. "The fuck..!" I slid off of my love, and the next thing I knew, her mouth was pressed against my sore pussy lips, her tongue slipping inside, scooping the cum of out me. It felt good, her mouth sucking the sperm from inside of me. I held still, allowing her to slurp it all out. When she finally removed her tongue from my sex, I rolled off of my husband, laying in the crook of his arm, looking down at her. She was on all fours, between his legs, her mouth hovering above his twitching cock. There was a twinkle in her eye that I didn't like. "You guys taste good," she said, as I saw her mouth slowly move towards his member. "Dont you dare, Jen..." I warned her, as I watched her lips part. She closed her eyes, and slipped her mouth almost all the way down his shaft, her cheeks puckering in as she sucked the mixture of his cum and my juices off of him. My love stiffened, feeling her soft lips, and she moaned, twisting her head from side to side as she slid her mouth up off of him. I glowered at her, as she finally opened her eyes, looking at me, daring me. "Why would you do that, Jen! I told you, he was off limits!" I was mad, and I wasn't playing around. It was taking all of my restraint to keep from slapping her. I jumped off of the bed, grabbed her by the wrist, and dragged her into the bathroom. She stumbled as I dragged her across the room. "You fucking cunt whore! He's my man, not yours!" I shouted at her as I shoved her into the shower. "Are you that fucking desperate? You need to cum that bad that you'll try to steal my fucking man??" I turned the cold water on, and sent it up through the shower head. The freezing cold water rained down on her, and she started to actually look fearful of me. She tried to cover her naked body with her arms, and I slapped them away. "No, you slut! This is your punishment! You need to learn a fucking lesson!" Her nipples were now rock hard from the freezing cold water, as were mine. "Please, Sarah.. I didn't think..." she started to plead and beg, but I cut her off. "Damn fucking straight you didn't think!" I turned her around and shoved her against the wall, the icy cold water now cascading down her back, her black lace underwear now completely drenched. I pulled the detachable portion of the shower off of the wall, set it to the massage setting, stepped into the shower behind her, kicking her legs wide apart. I reached around in front of her, and pressed the head against her pubic mound. She began to cry, and I could only imagine how sharp the pain must have been from the freezing cold water on her cunt. "Maybe this will help you get off, you fucking slut?!" I said into her hear, as I turned the hot water almost all the way up, bringing the water from the glacial temperature, to something closer to that of an extremely warm hot tub. She went from nearly silent whimpers to full on sobs. Good, I thought, maybe she'll think twice about not fucking listening to me. "Have you learned your lesson, you fucking whore?" I shouted into her ear, grinding the shower head into her pussy mound even harder. She nodded in compliance. "Good. Now, if you need to get off so fucking bad, i'm going to fuck you with this." I slid it between her legs, adjusting the faucet to a more reasonable temperature. "If you want me to make you cum, you need to lose those panties," I said, as I tugged them down her thighs. She nodded, then, sniffling, helped me remove them the rest of the way. It made me sad, I actually wanted her to resist so I could go get my scissors and cut them off of her. After she had removed them, I tossed the soaking wet underwear into the bathroom sink, and then turned my attention to the little slut in front of me. I placed my hips against hers, grinding myself into her ass as I slid the shower head between her legs, searching for the spot to let the water beat on. "Come on, you fucking slut.. fuck the shower. Let me hear you cum." I pressed my tits against her back as I spread her pussy wide open with one hand, the other holding the shower head against her clit. Her body started to shake, and she started to moan as an orgasm built inside of her. I rubbed my wet body against hers, teasing her more. I slipped my hand from her pussy, ran it up over her tits to her shaved head, my wet fingers tracing imaginary lines on her scalp. "Ohhhh, cum for me, dirty slut. Fuck that shower, and cum for me." I cooed into her ear. She began to moan, and her knees gave out a little as she orgasmed against the shower head, the beads of water massaging her clit. "That's right, you whore.. you get fucked by the shower and me, not by my man." I took my hand that was on her head, and tweaked her nipples as she came, making her spasm even more. Once she had stopped shaking from the orgasm, I turned the shower back onto the normal setting, and put it back into the cradle on the wall. "Do you feel better?" She turned around, looking very tired, very broken. She nodded. I smiled at her, and wrapped my arms around her neck. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips still tasted like my mans cum, and my pussy. She won't ever try to fuck my man again without my permission, I thought to myself. I turned off the shower, and grabbed two towels for us. After we had dried off, we headed back out into the bedroom where my love still lay on the bed. He had moved himself up onto the pillows, right smack dab in the middle. I dropped my towel to the floor, and crawled up next to him, cuddling him on his left side -- closest to his heart -- motioning for Jen to do the same on his right. She laid her head down on his chest, and fell asleep almost immediately. He was already almost asleep as well, when I leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He smiled softly, and I laid back down, and falling asleep as well.