“Ray, we’re all straight here. You don’t need to look at me like I just arrived from outer space.” Laila told him with another smile. With Ray’s shirt off, she began to take off her own bra. It was no easy task, threading her light T-shirt through over 20 pounds of 6′ 10″ caramel-brown hair. When she tossed her shirt to the ground, she was rewarded by the feeling of her own hair cascading down her shoulders and then her boobs, bathing them in soft tingles like a fine silk, massaging her body with her every movement. Soon enough this wasn’t the only pleasant feeling along her waist, as Ray’s hands wrapped around her midriff, pressing her tresses delightfully onto her bare skin. Annalea was loving every second of this. Not only were she and Kaitlyn right, that Laila and Ray were together, but now they’d all get to share just about the most intimate experience anyone could wish for. Something so private by nature, now shared between the four of them, yet still remaining incredibly personal at the same time. Having an empty queen bed, Annalea suggested everyone move things to her bedroom, which was met with mutual agreement. Ray and Laila followed a fully nude Kaitlyn to Annalea’s room.
As Annalea was about to leave the bathroom to join them, a halfway open drawer caught her eye, walking over to it she realized that was where she had put her hair-trimming set. Inside the deep drawer she found a set of clipper guards #1-16 (2 inches!), her corded hair clippers; bulky things she didn’t often need to use but needed to have for tresses as thick as hers. Next, she found her scissors, one small pair of smaller professional ones, one pair of thinning scissors, and two pairs of office scissors that she didn’t need to use often but needed to have. Digging deeper she found 2 fine-bristled combs and a brush, the formers she didn’t use as often because her lustrous crowning glory was too thick for a comb to be of much use, even though her hair almost never got tangled. Lastly, she pulled out a handheld mirror (not really necessary because there was a large mirror in front of her bed) and at least 25 hair bands, ranging in size from one that could just fit around her finger, to a few that were around an enormous 5 inches in diameter. She placed all of these in a small carrying case and brought them to her room, thinking that she could finally cut her hair after she and her roommates had their fun.
Kaitlyn greeted Annalea as she walked into her own room, in addition to the two, Ray was also now completely nude. Laila was taking off her panties, struggling to do so with the gorgeous mass of caramel-colored waves that billowed around her. Kaitlyn noted that the sliding glass door leading from Annalea’s room to the outdoors was ajar. Thankfully the curtains were drawn over it, but if the glass door was slid fully shut the bedroom would likely get uncomfortably hot, so a breeze flew through the closed screen door behind it. Kaitlyn would’ve paid this no mind, except for the fact that the breeze swept her hair around her unpredictably while she crawled onto Annalea’s bed. As Annalea set down a rounded plastic container, Kaitlyn noticed that a pair of clippers fell out of it. Annalea either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because she laid down on the bed between Kaitlyn, Ray and a now completely naked Laila. Kaitlyn, from in between Ray and Laila, watched her three roommates playing with each other before they started any full-on sex. She crawled to the front of the bed to reach for Annalea’s clippers, which Kaitlyn plugged in by Annalea’s bed. She knew how to use them from her time trimming Annalea’s hair, but she wasn’t planning on using them on her head. She positioned herself halfway lying down on Annalea and held the clippers between her legs, gasping as she turned them on with a ‘Click!’. Laila and Ray joined in Kaitlyn and Annalea’s giggling as Laila began massaging the humming clippers back and forth on Kaitlyn’s clit. Kaitlyn half-moaned, half-exhaled as her head fell back, blanketing Ray and Annalea in an opaque layer of dark brown locks.
Annalea, lying on her back under the two, cupped both of Kaitlyn’s tits in 4-inch-thick handfuls of her hair, watching Laila and Kaitlyn in heaven through half-closed eyes. “You know, those are meant for your head, Laila.” She said. Laila winked and grinned at her, then a sudden gust blew a tumble of her loose locks over both of her eyes, her hair billowing down Kaitlyn’s legs, eliciting even more joyful gasping from Kaitlyn. Was Annalea really suggesting Laila use the clippers to cut off her own hair? No, of course not, Laila thought, then why did her misinterpretation arouse her? Her train of thought was interrupted as the wind carried an almost 7-foot long heavy, silky lock of her hair around Kaitlyn’s shoulders, her lone lock tugging her straight down onto Kaitlyn’s boobs. Laila closed her eyes and let her lips do the rest, savoring the equivalent of two handfuls of Kaitlyn’s breasts. She reached an arm out to Ray’s dick, keeping her other on the clippers she was holding to Kaitlyn’s pussy.
Laila murmured, “Kaitlyn, you’re so fucking beautiful,” between Kaitlyn’s breasts, “beautiful no matter what.” Kaitlyn thought for a moment, leaning her head back once again. She smiled, newly confident in herself. Kaitlyn began to ponder to herself about what Laila said, as she’d been mulling these exact thoughts over in her head for a while; even if she changed her appearance, she felt that she’d still be pretty. Yet, hearing Laila put it into words inspired her prove that to herself, somehow.
Annalea moved to the top of the two, caressing Laila’s waist and then her ass, sliding one hand between silky layers of Kaitlyn and Laila’s entwined locks. With her other behind her, she stroked Ray’s dick, letting her head and an impressive 15 pounds of her smooth, dirty-blonde mane cover Laila’s head on Kaitlyn’s tits. Kaitlyn looked up at her, mid-gasp and eyes wide open. “Hey,” Annalea said to everyone, out of breath, “After this, can someone give me a haircut?”
So, that’s why she asked… Laila thought. She heard Kaitlyn turn off the clippers, looking down past her body, which was enveloped in silky-soft tingles of her dark-brown hair. “Why are you asking now? Instead of later, I mean,” Laila asked, trying not to sound curt. Annalea shrugged, sheepishly smiling at Laila. Laila continued with a grin, “I mean, if you wanted a haircut after this, ask after. But if you’re asking now, then we can give you a haircut now.”
“You know, sure.” Annalea answered.
“Only if I can help!” Kaitlyn chimed in.
“And me too,” Ray added too. “I have some hair clippers in my room I rarely use.”
Ray walked out after Annalea nodded to him and Kaitlyn, encouraging them to help. “So… how short should we go?” Laila asked Annalea, surprised that she was comfortable with everyone taking part in something she cherished privately. Annalea remained on top of Kaitlyn’s legs, with Laila sitting on her lap, her hand rubbing Annalea’s pussy in lazy circles. Annalea sat, thinking for what felt like an eternity, because now she was really split. On one hand, she wanted to stay within her comfort zone, cutting off just the 2″ of her hair she felt like. But on the other hand, she knew she wouldn’t ever again have an opportunity to entwine her love for her hair with sex with her roommates. She knew, if they were going to really have fun, she’d need to be okay with losing a lot of her super-thick dark-blonde crowning glory. A sudden, strong breeze made the decision for her, engulfing her body in a cascade of thick, heavy tresses that left her feeling like she was swimming in a vast, silky pool of her own mane. Gosh, that’s so annoying I just wish I didn’t have to worry about all of it, she thought. Before closing her eyes in a gigantic grin, she watched Ray enter with another pair of corded clippers.
“I want to go really short, like pretty-much-bald-short.” Annalea stated, to the surprise of everyone in the room. Laila audibly exhaled like she had just climaxed, a mischievous grin on her face. Laila either knew about her sexual attachment to hair, or even better, she harbored a hair kink of her own. Annalea asked Ray to grab her haircutting bag, which he set on her bedside table and moved behind Annalea on one side, plugging in his clippers. Kaitlyn got up and moved to her other side, pulling out one of the larger pairs of scissors from the bag and 3 wrist-sized hair ties, then she set the clippers she was holding down on Annnalea’s bed. Kaitlyn and Ray set about confining her dirty-blonde waterfall of hair to the hair ties. Each of the three ponytails was tied tightly to Annalea’s scalp, and at 4″ thick in circumference, they were heavy enough to audibly thump if they ever hit the ground. One ponytail each held all of Annalea’s hair that stretched from the top of her head to the left and right sides of her scalp, respectively. The two roommates behind Annalea knew she was horny when she gasped quietly at their occaisional tugs on her locks. Ray gave a slight pull on one of the ponytails stretching from the bottom of her nape to the top of the back of her head, making Annalea’s hand dart straight to her already-soaked pussy.
“Oh, I’m going to miss this.” Kaitlyn said wistfully, picking up the lower parts of two full ponytails of Annalea’s thick, luscious, 4′ 11″ hair and slowly running them down her waist and legs. An opaque layer of loose, golden-brown waves fell over Kaitlyn’s lower body as she laid down next to Annalea, noticeably heavy from its thickness alone. The feeling, like a silky smooth waterfall, was almost too much for Kaitlyn, who quickly found her hands tracing the area where Annalea’s mane pooled between Kaitlyn’s own thighs.
Annalea turned around to Ray and Kaitlyn. “I think… I think I can do this myself.” Ray passed her the clippers and assumed a sitting position on Annalea’s lap, facing her. Laila moved around to behind Annalea, her hands gently exploring everywhere from next to her; Kaitlyn’s cunt, to the three heavy ponytails enveloping her body. Annalea pressed the clippers to her nape, her eyes and mouth half open in a pleasure-laden trance. She turned on the clippers, slowly and steadily moving them up from the right-most corner of her neck.
The 1/16″-guarded clippers hum changed pitch as it met pounds and pounds, and feet and feet of resistance. The blades continued their course, combing through Annalea’s thick mane and leaving behind a mass of thick, evenly-cut hair, suspended by her rear ponytail so that it tickled the base of her neck where the clippers didn’t. Annalea continued, lost in a world of pleasure. Swath after swath of thick, silky shocks of hair fell as a third of the weight of almost 5 feet of golden-brown locks hung by a small fraction of its former glory. Laila guided Annalea’s hand over this part from behind her. Laila closed her eyes to listen to the delicate ‘FLUMPF’ of Annalea’s first ponytail falling onto her face, and to feel it covering her like a lush, soft, brown quilt. Annalea didn’t skip a beat, her free hand caressing the right side of her forehead, positioning her hand on the clippers so she could feel waves of brown-blonde hair gliding over her hand as they made their way to the back of her head. She was in her own world, each tantalizing stroke brushing the bluntly-cut ends of her right ponytail over her hand, sending waves of pleasure down to her other hand, still in her pussy.
Annalea shook from her orgasm and the tickles her cut hair sent down her body, Ray pressed his face between her bouncing tits as cut locks around 1″ in length pooled between them. Laila wrapped her arms around the two, throwing her head back as yet another 4′ 10″ dark-blonde ponytail piled on top of her face with a gentle ‘FLOOF’. By now the right side of Annalea’s head, and most of the back of it, were left in stubble, interrupted by thick, already-cut tufts of hair that pleasured her as she moved her head. The added thickness of two ponytails on Laila blocked all light from getting in, and almost all of Laila’s moaning from escaping. Annalea pushed the clippers through the base of the last ponytail with a quiet moaning gasp, the clippers momentarily disappearing under light-brown waves of tingles and constant pleasure. The clippers’ hum deepened, the cut swaths of her ponytail-bound mane bathing her hand in a thick sheet of silky locks. Annalea started her next path from the bottom of her head and worked her way to the top, horizontally cutting away blankets of lush, brownish-blonde locks. This way, as she freed the last of her soft mane, she could feel it caressing the left side of her head as her ponytail slid down her bare head, pausing at her shoulders before tickling her back and landing on Laila’s face. Laila fell forward onto Annalea’s back, her hands moving from Annalea’s hips to her pussy. Warm cum filled both of her hands and one of Annalea’s own, some even dripping onto Ray, who was still pressed into Annalea’s body. Ray grabbed the three severed masses of hair and moved them to another place on the bed before they could touch the waters of their sex, turning to pleasure Annalea and his lover. Kaitlyn sat so Annalea’s upper body lay down on her legs as she reached for the nearly 5-foot-long ponytail. Kaitlyn slid the cut ponytails over her body, slowing as she let the long, luscious mass of dark-blonde locks tickle her cunt.
Kaitlyn leaned back, relaxing under Annalea as she played with Annalea’s hair and her own. She thought of what Laila said about her… You’re beautiful no matter what. The thought contradicted her notion that seemingly everyone cared how she looked. That’s ridiculous, I can prove to everyone I look good without having to care. The sudden thought surprised Kaitlyn, but she knew it was true. She pondered just how she’d prove that statement.
A loud exhale interrupted her train of thought. Annalea was sitting between Kaitlyn’s legs on her knees, facing away from Kaitlyn. Annalea held all 15 pounds of her own hair over both her own breasts. Laila and Ray pressed up against Annalea’s back, both of them softly running their hands along the inside of Kaitlyn’s legs, up to her pussy. Kaitlyn had an idea.
“Annalea, can you grab me the biggest hair tie you can find?” She breathed.
As Annalea twisted around to her bedside table to grab Kaitlyn a hair tie, Laila and Ray positioned themselves so they sat on Kaitlyn’s legs without restricting her movement. Annalea passed Kaitlyn a hair tie at least 6 inches in diameter, and Kaitlyn wrapped it around her hair at neck-level, the band stretching to contain Kaitlyn’s impossibly thick brunette locks without even needing to be wrapped twice. She draped the rest of her ponytail over the front of her body in an alluring display of her hair’s thickness and volume, drawing her 3 roommates in closer to her.
“I…I think I’m going to cut my hair short too,” She announced quietly. “Maybe a bob, just to my jaw.”
The girls’ eyebrows shot up, and Laila perfunctorily stroked Kaitlyn’s impressive blowout curls, burying a hand in their volume. “Can I play with it before you chop it all off?” Asked Laila, resting her back on Kaitlyn. After Kaitlyn nodded enthusiastically, Laila leaned in to remove Kaitlyn’s hair tie, letting Kaitlyn’s thick locks tumble over her pretty features. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” She said, her and Kaitlyn’s hair muffling her voice so only Kaitlyn could hear. She leaned on her back against Kaitlyn’s chest and pulled a dense, silky soft curtain of lovely brown waves over her face and her body, completely covering herself in Kaitlyn’s luscious mane. Kaitlyn reached down to trace Laila’s waist with her hand as Rey leaned in to kiss Laila on where her cheek would’ve been, if there wasn’t a 2-inch-deep layer of brunette tresses in the way. For around 10 minutes, Laila quietly reached down between her legs and touched herself, pulling as much of Kaitlyn’s locks into her cunt as she could without Kaitlyn noticing. When she was done, she closed her eyes and pulled Kaitlyn’s (now very slightly damp) hair out, and put it all back into its hair tie. With one hand, Kaitlyn moved a hand around her ponytail to secure the tie, but found she couldn’t.
“Uh, I can’t reach the ponytail. And I never thought I’d be getting a haircut while butt-naked in my roomie’s bedroom.” Kaitlyn remarked. Her friends’ joke about her inability to secure her hair with one hand was true. The ponytail was a little over 6 inches in diameter, so thick that Kaitlyn really couldn’t hold it securely with one hand.
Laila giggled as she picked up Kaitlyn’s immensely voluminous ponytail with two hands. Laila asked to cut off Kaitlyn’s tresses, with help from Annalea and Ray, to which Kaitlyn vehemently accepted. “You should turn onto your belly so we can cut your hair evenly, girl.” Laila added. Kaitlyn did as suggested, while Annalea inserted her body underneath Kaitlyn’s downturned face and upper chest. Laila and Annalea got to work with both monstrous pairs of office scissors, at the point in Kaitlyn’s ponytail right before her hair tie, while Ray began to slowly dip a pair of clippers into Kaitlyn’s sea of wavy brown, right between her cheeks and the massive hair tie. For what at least 15 minutes, Kaitlyn’s world shrunk to the erotic vibrations of Ray’s clippers dipping deeper and deeper into her locks and the sweet, rich shniiiickk of scissors opening and closing around her crowning glory. Blinded by pleasure, not one of Kaitlyn’s two female roommates paid mind to the jagged path their scissors left in Kaitlyn’s mane. Annalea’s scissors hungered for Kaitlyn’s soft, smooth, and tantalizingly thick tufts of hair, leaving her locks springing out like they wanted more. Kaitlyn moaned into Annalea’s body in total euphoria as the cut hair on her head stroked her neck. Each time Laila closed her scissors around a part of Kaitlyn’s hair, she felt more and more of Kaitlyn’s remaining chocolate waves spring up to tickle her hands, begging to be cut. A dreamlike sea of blowout curls opened softly around her scissors’ blades in perfectly blunt partitions with a gentle, smooth crunch; each plunge into Kaitlyn’s brown waves soft and silky smooth in her hands. Both girls gasped, in pleasure if not tactile surprise, as Kaitlyn’s cut locks pooled in between their fingers, providing soft, supple resistance to every chop. Ray had his hands buried wrist-deep in Kaitlyn’s mane at times, his clippers barely visible as they buzzed and sliced through waves of Kaitlyn’s extraordinarily thick hair. He loved how smooth her hair was to his touch, each thick tuft barely brushing his hands as he worked.
Everyone was enjoying themselves and eachother, nobody paying attention to how uneven or choppy Kaitlyn’s remaining mass of tresses was becoming. Eventually the girls finished off the soft, tantalizing monster of a ponytail that lay draped on Kaitlyn’s back. The remaining waves of sweeping curls on Kaitlyn’s head, which had already curled outwards, now stuck out in blunt ends that ended abruptly at her neck level. The only excess cut hair that was separated from the ponytail clung between Kaitlyn’s remaining locks in 1-2 inch tufts. She shook them out with several swift movements of her head, her messy, sexy bob coming to rest at neck-level. Annalea yelped with delight as thick ringlets of Kaitlyn’s hair settled on her breasts and face.
“You guys are weird.” Ray commented jokingly, smiling. He planted his hands between Laila’s hair and her hips. Laila picked up Kaitlyn’s heavy 5-foot long heap of soft, luscious, well-maintained locks and pressed the cut ends to her face, inhaling sharply as Kaitlyn’s sweeping curls massaged her body. “I do definitely like your lovely long hair more when it’s on your head though, Kaitlyn.” Ray said. Kaitlyn only responded with a sly smile as she sat up on top of Annalea, stroking the 21-pound mass of her own hair. Each soft, intermingled lock she felt was long enough to follow her hands as she moved them from the top of her trophy to its ends. At her ponytail’s base, her severed mane was so thick she could only weave her fingers ony-by-one through its volume, and so soft that every hair of all her thick, clean locks caressed her fingers individually, leaving them gently tingling, begging her to bury her hands deeper and deeper into their rich thickness. Kaitlyn placed her ponytail next to Annalea’s three ponytails at the foot of the bed.
Annalea and Kaitlyn sat up, Laila now had her head in Kaitlyn’s lap, with Ray resting his upper body on his lover’s legs. Laila sat upright in Kaitlyn’s lap so her mane nearly covered Kaitlyn’s face if she leaned in close enough. Annalea moved in closer to the two, spreading her legs around the two intertwined roommates. Kaitlyn grabbed a brush from Annalea’s bedside table and began running it through Laila’s hair, often burying the brush completely in inches of Laika’s thick, silky brown tresses as she swept it through Laila’s locks.
“You know, Laila, you’re the only one left who still has all your hair on your head.” Kaitlyn murmured to Laila, punctuating her name with a kiss on the top of her head.
“Mmhmmm. What are we going to do about it?” Laila asked, her eyes closed as she smiled, savoring the soft tug of Kaitlyn’s hair brush gliding effortlessly through the ocean of Laila’s mane.
“I’ve got an idea,” Annalea said as she handed a large pair of scissors to Kaitlyn, who dropped the brush to pick them up. Annalea fetched another large pair of scissors, which she handed to Ray. “Would you care to join us?” She asked teasingly. Ray nodded, grabbing the scissors and, much to Laila’s delight, running them through Laila’s locks, still open. As Ray teased Vaila with the open scissors, Annalea turned to plug in her clippers with a 2″ guard attached. She placed these on the bed as she confined Laila’s wealth of silky-soft brunette hair to a thick ponytail. The three pulled Vaila’s collective 6′ 10″ of light brown locks over the front of her body, completely covering her face and her tits. Laila’s roommates got to work on her mane as she screamed with joy, her hands alternating between Ray’s cock and her own pussy through thick, luscious heaps of her own hair.
Laila’s ponytail covered her own eyes, but all she cared about was savoring the feeling of rich, heavy tresses brushing her face, breasts and her cunt as her body rocked with pleasure. Ray and Kaitlyn worked their own ways from her nape to the top of her head with their scissors, never closing them all the way as they cut thick locks free from her head. Luscious bunches of her mane tickled her head as they dropped down her face, held only by the ponytail on her head. Annalea cleared massive swaths of Laila’s mane, like the clippers were opening 2+ inch thick sets of endlessly silky curtains that covered her from head to toe, leaving her gasping for more. Luscious, cut locks mingled with the uneven, blunt swaths of cut hair on Laila’s head. She felt scissors close deep into her light-brown crowning glory, then deeper, as two pairs of scissors softly tugged at her thick, straight locks. She felt hunks of straight hair slide down her face, still bound in their hefty, full ponytail. Her roommates savored the feeling of her locks, now sharing the clippers to enjoy burying their hands in Laila’s smooth heaps of tresses. Laila squeezed her tits with as much of her hair as she could gather in each hand, just as Annalea freed over 20 pounds of caramel-brown softness from her head, which came to rest on her face, not far from her remaining two inches of hair. Laila grabbed the blunt, cut end of this luscious trophy and thrust it into her pussy with a satisfied sigh. Ray and Kaitlyn dropped their scissors to run their hands through it, slowing around Laila’s cunt to pleasure her even more. Ray slowly pulled Laila’s hair from her cunt, letting each of the locks within the hair tie play at Laila’s labia on their way out, and finally setting it down softly with Annalea’s monstrous trophy.
Laila was left with a sloppy buzzcut, chopped purely out of fun and pleasure, with no consideration given to the final product, but she didn’t mind at all, as she’d remember this night forever. Annalea’s mane was left longer than expected, frivolously styled into a charming and unexpectedly elegant cross between a long pixie cut and a cheek-high bob. Still, she couldn’t help but stare at the 4’ 9” ponytail beside her. Kaitlyn ran her hands through her messy, sexy bob, stopping to stroke the somehow completely uniform blunted ends in most parts of her new haircut where clippers had smoothly passed through her thick locks. The surreal thickness of her hair made her bob seem to fan out, bouncing around her cheeks and her neck.
5 minutes had passed. Ray, Laila, Annalea and Kaitlyn lay cuddling with each other. Laila shifted positions to where she could pick up all 5 of the incredibly long, thick ponytails laid out on Annalea’s bed while resting on her stomach. Laila gasped at combined the weight of each gorgeous trophy, lying them out over herself, then rolling over to her back so she was completely covered in beautiful sheets of hair. Her roommates joined her, burying their hands inches deep in each other’s cut tresses.
Kaitlyn, with everyone’s approval, later decided to keep everyone’s ponytails in her closet, bundled in an airtight bag to preserve their lustrousness. The ponytails, totaling 15 feet, 8 inches in length, would thereafter be cherished as wonderful bedroom toys, continuously washed and pampered to preserve their silken texture.