Chapter 12

"Remember that one?" Mack Spain said. "Remember how she bucked and battled when the clippers touched her cunt?"

Lee Havens' expression was soft and gentle, as though recalling a warm experience from long ago. He took the small swatch of curly, red pubic hair off its pin and held it to the light.

"She sure hated to lose her bush."

Mack Spain removed another, larger clipping from the board. "This one was my favorite."

The sample was double the size of the rest and glowed like pure gold.

"Sure, I remember her," Lee Havens said. "One of the few who were blondes at both ends. She had the thickest patch of snatch hair I ever saw. I could never figure out how her man got his cock through it."

"Uh-huh, Art Belden fucked her after she was shaved."

"It was his turn," Mack Spain said regretfully. "I would sure have loved to ram my cock up that babe."

They were tossing the samples, one by one, into an empty metal waste basket. So far as they were concerned, the Barbers no longer existed. The deal had become too dangerous. They'd figured out no way to curb Art Belden. But they'd decided that if the clubroom was vacated, the evidence destroyed, they would have a better chance of bluffing it through in case of exposure.

So the samples of pubic hair would be burned. All the evidence in the little back room they'd rented would be destroyed. They would have to leave the rest to fate.

Mack Spain took another swatch from the board. This one was his true favorite. Its color, its texture, conjured up a memory for him that was rich in nostalgic delight. The memory was a little like paradise lost to him because never afterwards had he ever been able to reach the heights of pure erotic joy that the incident involved had produced for him.

And there, in the silence that had fallen upon the two men-as Lee Havens continued to strip the board and throw the samples into the basket for burning, Mack Spain relived his high moment He'd been just past twenty at the time; home from college after having been suspended for something they'd called lack of proper attitude. A private school, costing his father a bundle-so Mack was in disgrace as he lounged around home waiting for his father to get back from a business trip to San Francisco to chew him out, his mother ineffectual in that department. His mother was away most of the time on her club dates and charity drives, and he had the big house mostly to himself.

Except for Nina....

It wasn't my fault I was heaved out of school Not hardly. It was those bastards I had to live with there. I didn't want them to know I'd been roped so close to home all my early years that I knew damned little about sex. A guy doesn't want a thing like that to get around among other guys who know the ropes.

Anyhow, the expulsion from school wasn't my fault. A couple of those bastards wanted to bugger me. It was as simple as that. I wasn't having any, and there was a fight, and they were two against one and covered themselves. I didn't rat, of course. Not that I didn't want to, but if I had I've have had to leave school anyhow.

That was nothing, though. Except how it would rile dad when he got home.

But in the meantime, there was Nina around the house with me for two long weeks. She was a maid and general helper for Mom and wasn't really overworked. That, along with being well paid, made it a good job for her.

I'd never seen her before when I got home and when I first set eyes on her, she jerked my prick up like it was alive. Damned strange, but looking at her that first time with those long, creamy legs sticking out of a neat black, short-skirted uniform Mom made her wear-well, I was ashamed of myself. Not for getting a hard-on; for being so damned innocent at my age. I'd jacked off plenty and read a lot of books, but I'd never had a broad. Except in a stag film I'd smuggled home once and looked at with the door locked, I'd never seen a pussy! A hell of a situation for a grown-up guy!

So there we were. Nina always wore sheer black stockings, and I used to dream about how her thighs curved out into sexy contours where they disappeared under her skirt.

She was always polite and even friendly, always smiling and happy in her work. I made a few playful grabs at her, but she always backed away-afraid she'd lose a good job, I guess.

So I spent most of my time getting peeks like a callow kid. I'd watch to see when she bent over. Then I could look where the stockings ended, and there was smooth, tanned flesh above them and a flash of black panties.

When she stood up, her tits stuck out like beacons. She didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one. But that let her nipples push out against her uniform and about drive me nuts.

I dreamed about her; went to bed and jacked-off over her; drooled for her. But damn it, I never had the guts to make a real pass at her.

But it had to happen. I knew it had to happen. It was just that I was afraid of what would come next if she let out a howl, and I had to explain it to Dad. That, with the school, was too much for one time.

Then, one afternoon, I walked past the door to her room and found it open. There was a sound in the bathroom so I knew she had been taking a shower. I stood there until she came out and wasn't surprised to see her wearing a robe, a fetching garment that came halfway between her ass and her knees.

She didn't see me, so I stood there hoping she'd open the robe so I could see her tits and belly and pussy. But she didn't. Her bed hadn't been made and after toweling her head vigorously until her black hair was a mass of beautiful curls, she went about making it I kept on watching. She bent forward from the other side, and I got a flash of her lovely tits with the big brown tips and the nipples, hard from maybe rubbing them in the shower, sticking right up.

Christ! Oh, Christ! I had a hard-on that ached. I wanted to haul it out and jerk it off to make it stop hurting, but I couldn't move.

Then she came around to the side of the bed near the door and bent over with her back to me.

I lost control.

Either that, or I gained the courage to be a man.

Anyhow, I found myself walking toward her. The rug was thick, and she didn't hear me, and when I was a few steps from her, she got up on her knees on the edge of the bed to reach across and straighten the far side. She had to lean forward to do this. And there it was!

Her beautiful, naked, overpowering ass!

She kept on reaching toward the far side, and I dropped to my knees and stared at my first cunt She strained forward, and it opened up completely.

Her cunt hair was black and curly, and there were drops of water on it-from the shower, I guess. The drops clung to the hairs like little diamonds.

Her straining forward opened her slit. It was a gorgeous, rose pink about four inches long, and my mouth watered just looking at it But it was the whole red end, not just one part of her cunt that held me. The two rounded points of her buttocks stuck out with her crack wide open. That made two lovely hollows on each side of her pussy that were covered with shorter hair, fine, black down. Then the hair thickened into lush, black curls in a bush shaped like her cunt but bigger, guarding it on each side, getting thicker along the lips and disappearing in a thick belly-bush underneath.

The hair got shorter around her asshole, poking out there above her cunt, bulging so I could have taken it in my teeth. It was dark and puckered there looking at me like it was asking to be kissed.

I was going crazy, all on fire inside, my cock hurting like hell from being so hard. She made a final forward strain, squatting even deeper on her knees to reach the edge of the covers on the far side. Her cunt opened more, and her divine asshole tightened from the strain and stuck out farther.

My cock was out. I didn't know how it got out but I must have done it, because nobody else was there.

I stood up, and my last bit of self-control vanished.

I croaked, "Stay still," at the same time that I flipped her robe way up on her back and grabbed her with both hands under her belly just above the bend of her hips.

She froze. Maybe from sheer surprise. Or maybe-I'll never know for sure-maybe she'd known all the time that I had been there and was only showing me her cunt in the first place.

Hoping?

I never knew that, either.

But I stood there, poised with the head of my cock just touching her cunt hair; my prick aimed straight at the hole in the middle of that long, pink flower of a cunt.

Then, crazy as it sounds, I froze again. I couldn't shove it in no matter how badly I wanted to.

I heard myself croaking in a high whisper. "I'm going to fuck you."

How goddamn stupidly juvenile that must have sounded.

She didn't move, didn't pull away. All she did was half-bury her face in her arms that were braced on the bed with her black hair falling down over them.

I heard her whisper back: "Please-"

I wondered crazily, Please what? Please fuck me, or please get the hell out and let me alone?

Maybe she was eager for it. Maybe she was just plain terrorized with the surprise and being caught that way.

"You're lovely," I babbled. Then my totally unstable mind flipped the other way. I got tough and vicious. "I'm going to ram it into you and fuck you bow-legged."

"Please-please."

But if she didn't want to, why the hell didn't she pull away? She didn't. She waited.

But not for long. I came out of my coma, and it was like a dam breaking inside me. I braced myself. The muscles of my legs tightened into cords and I reamed with all my strength.

The effect was electric. If our house hadn't been big and secluded, the neighbors would have heard her animal howl of pain.

I should have known better; should have known how it would be. She hadn't even started to cream up. Her cunt was dry. So was my cock. So when I slammed it into her up to the balls with one stroke, it must have felt like a redhot poker going in.

Her head came up along with her howl. Her arms went out, and she clawed at empty space.

Back where I was working, her legs straightened and splayed wide, and she began to buck and flop around and fight.

"No!" She screamed. "You're killing mel Pull it out! You're ripping me open!"

I was a schmoe! My cock was on fire, my balls were bursting, but her howl of protest brought me up in fear. I turned from the bed, but the adrenalin was flowing, and I was as strong as six bulls, so Nina came right along with me. So there I was, still holding her above her hips under her belly, a three point grip-my hands on either side with her practically hanging from my stiff cock by her cunt with my balls buried deep in her bush.

She waved her arms wildly, and her legs were frogged out and kicking. I looked down like a stupe and saw her asshole bulging up at me like an eye; or a mouth pleading for her.

She howled there with her feet not reaching the floor, flopping around. "Get it out! I can't stand it. Please! I'll lie down and let you fuck me! I'll suck your cock! I'll do anything! Don't make me hang here on your peg!"

I still kept her that way. She was like a big doll doubled over with her head pointing to the floor and me with my cock clear up in her belly.

I didn't know what I wanted to do, but my prick did. It wanted to fuck, and it began doing just that. I hunched my belly so it was almost out and then rammed again. She howled again.

But now some natural cream had begun to flow. It came to her rescue, so to speak, lubricating her cunt hole and making it easier. The third howl wasn't so loud and after the fourth drive into her up to the balls again, my strength began to go and my knees bent.

She went to the floor on her hands and knees, and I went down on her from behind, covered her like a four-legged animal would do it, lying over her arched back and slamming it to her from behind.

Every rut brought her up off her knees now and every time I pulled out her knees banged back down on the carpet.

But she'd braced herself and was taking it. She was creaming good now, her hole all lubricated and warm with my cock sliding in and out easily. I think she'd forgotten about the pain of taking that first thrust dry. She wasn't fighting anymore and was even slamming her ass back against my belly to help me rut into her deeper. God! I wondered if she was tasting it. I was in so far my cock must have been hitting her tonsils from behind. The cream was running down her legs. I could feel it wetting my pants, and I wished I'd taken them off so I could have felt her hot ass rubbing against my belly.

New noises were coming out of her now. Moans instead of howls. And she'd reversed her pleas: "Oh, fuck me, you bastard! Flood my guts with it! Let me feel your balls bang harder!"

I felt great now. Not scared anymore. I was pleasing her. I was giving it to my first broad right up to her belly button, and she was slamming her ass into me and yelling for more.

Now she screamed it out, and I felt her cunt tighten and grab my cock like a mouth sucking the come out of my cock. She went wild.

"Gut me, you bull! Give me your come! Don't hold it back! Hose it into me! I'm on fire!"

Maybe she felt in my prick that I was coming. Anyhow, it hosed out of me and into her in big jets. I could feel it like out of a nozzle, and so could she. My cock was jerking way up there in her gut, and she went "Uh! Uh! Uh!" A great big grunt with every spurt while my grunts matched hers.

I was savage myself now. I snarled, "Blow your cunt, you slippery bitch! Knock my nuts off!"

We came together, and it was indescribable. I couldn't kneel anymore, and neither could she, so she was down on her belly with me grinding it into her, fairly busting her ass while we both squealled in ecstacy.

"Are you going to stand there all day with that cunt hair in your hand?" Mack Spain started guiltily. "Sorry. I was remembering something."

"What?"

'It doesn't matter."

He dropped the swatch into the metal basket along with the rest. Lee Havens touched a match to it. The acrid smell of burning cunt hair filled the room.

Somehow, it gave Mack Spain a sad, almost reverent feeling. The sacrifice. The ultimate rite. All those symbols of erotic pleasure being burned on the funeral pyre of their great experience. The end of the Barbers....