Ribald Writer - Tales of Lustville Book One

Taking a look back at Lois before she went out, she decided that she looked like she was going to be okay, so she went into the bedroom, walked quickly across the room and stepped into the hall. It hit her suddenly that if Phil came in right then, he would get a shock from seeing her parading around his house nude, her hair soaking wet.

She half hoped he would walk in. She could really use a hot beef injection right about now.

She went into the kitchen, took two glasses off the drainboard, and went over to the fridge. Looking around inside, she saw apple, grape and orange juice, so she went back over to the drainboard and got another glass. It can’t hurt to have a variety, she thought as she poured a glass of each.

Balancing the glasses, she went back down the hall, through the bedroom, into the bathroom, and saw Lois sitting up on her own now.

She had her knees up, legs spread wide, and was pulling at the hairs on her pussy. She looked up and smiled at Tracy as she entered the bathroom.

“Oh, thank god, You brought all three.” she said, holding out her hand. “I want the apple first.”

Tracy handed her a glass, then sat the other two on the floor. She dropped her towel and spread it out, then sat down on it, crossing her legs and picking up the orange juice. She took a big slug out of it and looked at Lois.

“Feeling better?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Lois giggled, “But my head hurts. I must have hit it on something.”

“The mirror,” Tracy told her. “I noticed it when I came in. You cracked it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lois groaned, not bothering to get up and look. “How bad is it?”

“Not too bad, a couple little cracks at the bottom and in one corner. Put some clear spray paint on the cracks, and they won’t spread anymore.”

Lois drained her glass, and sat it on the floor, pushing it out of the way. She shimmied away from the vanity a little bit, turning slightly, and laid out on her back on the floor. Bringing her knees up, she spread her legs wide, and looked over at Tracy.

“Let’s do this down here, like we probably should have to begin with.”

“Okay,” Tracy said, sitting her glass on the floor, and picking up the clippers. She scooted over between Lois’s legs, running her fingers through her curly pubic hairs. “We still going with the bald as a baby’s butt, pre-pubescent teen look?”

“You betcha,” Lois giggled. “Shave all that shit off, and make me look like a junior high school slut!”

Tracy laughed with her, turning on the clippers and bringing them down between her legs. Pushing her thighs as far apart as they would go, she put one hand over her pussylips, and ran the clippers slowly up one side of her cunt mound.

Lois started to squirm as the clippers buzzed against her, and Tracy pulled them away, not wanting to nick her in such a tender spot.

“You’re gonna have to lie still, sweetie,” she said, brushing loose hairs out of the way. She had taken most of the hair from a good sized patch, and figured she could take off most of the hair pretty quickly if Lois laid still long enough. “I don’t want to cut you.”

“Okay,” Lois giggled, reaching down to hold her legs open. “It’s just that you startled me, I didn’t expect the clippers to vibrate like that. Go ahead, I’ll lie still now that I know what to expect.”

Tracy leaned back in and pressed the clippers against her skin again, more lightly this time, and started trimming the hair away in small swatches. Working quickly now that she had her technique down, she cleaned up one side of her pussy mound, then moved over and made quick work of the other.

She sat back, admiring her handiwork, reaching down to brush away some of the hairs that clung to the moist, sticky flesh. Then she scooted closer, running the clippers up the middle of Lois’s cunt bush, cutting a wide swathe from bottom to top.

Lois leaned up on her elbows, looking down between her legs, her eyes going wide.

“Oh wow,” she whispered, “That was quick!”

“I hope to god you’re not having second thoughts now,” Tracy muttered, pressing the clippers into another patch of hair. In seconds, another section was bare. Brushing the hairs out of the way, she trimmed the last big area, then spent the next couple minutes doing clean up with the edge of the clippers.

When she was done, Lois’s pussy was bare except for a fine reddish stubble. She sat back again, then got to her feet and sat the clippers on the counter. She reached down and took Lois’s hand, pulling her to her feet.

They stepped back together, admiring Lois’s petite body, now free of any hair below her head.

“Damn,” Tracy whispered, looking over Lois’s shoulder at her reflection, then turning her to face her, and moving back three or four steps, she let her eyes move up and down over her. “I was kidding when I said pre-pubescent, but I don’t think I was that far off. With the right hair and make-up, you could pass for fourteen… fifteen tops!”

Lois hugged herself, wiggling and shaking her hips happily. She ran her hand down between her legs, sighing softly as her fingers met nearly bare skin.

“I know,” she giggled. “Isn’t it kewl?”

“God, girl! You’re gonna have to beat them off with a baseball bat! At least the ones you don’t beat off with your hand. Probably into your mouth!”

“You read my mind,” Lois said softly, turning back toward the mirror. “At least that last part. I don’t think I’m going to be saying no that much from now on.”

“You do have someone you want to fuck!” Tracy laughed. “And you want to make it impossible for him to say no! Don’t bother denying it, I not gonna ask who. So you need help with the razor, or can you handle that yourself?”

“I can do that, but thanks.”

“Okay, then you better get in the shower and get started.” Tracy said moving toward the bedroom. “The showers been running for a while. I’m gonna go lay down. I’d like to hang around so I can see the finished product!”

Lois grinned at her, then stepped over to the shower and held her hand under the spray. She adjusted the taps, then stepped in and closed the door behind her.

Tossing the towel over her shoulder, Tracy started for the door, but noticed the clumps of hair lying all over. She stopped and looked at them for a moment, then walked into the bedroom and stretched out on the big bed.

Fuck it, she thought. It’s her hair, let her clean it up! She closed her eyes, smiling happily as she waited for her friend to finish shaving.

Less than five minutes had passed when Lois came strolling out of the bathroom, scrubbing a towel through her hair. She dropped the towel on the floor as she stopped and struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head.

“Whatta ya think? Am I hot, or am I incredibly fucking hot?” she asked coyly. “Take your time, and feel free to lavish praise!”

“Oh, you’re hot alright,” Tracy said slowly, her mouth watering. “I thought you were hot before, but now you’re downright smokin’! Come over here so I can get a better look at you.”

Taking two bounding steps, Lois leapt onto the bed and stretched out next to Tracy. Propping her head up on one hand, she drew one foot up till it rested on her other knee. Her hairless pussylips blossomed between her legs like a fleshy flower, glistening pinkly.

Tracy let her eyes roam all over the smaller woman. There was no apparent sag to her small, firm breasts, no stretch marks on her stomach. Then her eyes finally settled on the smooth expanse of skin at the top of her thighs.

The puffy outer lips of her pussy, usually concealed by hair, were smooth and gently rounded, while the smaller inner lips were delicately wrinkly folds of flesh that barely protruded from their larger outer sisters. It was hard for her to believe that this stunning woman had a teenaged son.