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.