Novel & Cerita Lesbian Cut

Being a lesbian was for women who cut their hair short and wore flannel! A part of me knew that was a stupid, bigoted thought, but I was grasping at straws. I was also grasping at other things, as my rationalizing had nothing to relieve the heat building in my body. My traitorous mind contemplated what it would be like to kiss her, what sounds she would make as I nuzzled her neck. As my left hand continued to knead my breast, my right dipped down to the waistband of my panties. As it slipped under I could feel the wet warmth there, and I knew I'd lost the battle.

Lisa cuts her off before she has a chance to finish. "Can I see? I want to see how it's trimmed and see if that's what I want to do with mine." Lisa is already pulling Mom's robe open to look at her pussy. I know Lisa's plan isn't about trimming her pubic hair. It's all about getting Mom to expose her pussy to her.

"Your turn," I say, swinging my arm in their direction. They quickly reciprocate, peeling thin strips of material from between their ass cheeks and exposing their beautiful teenage pussies. Fuck! My cock hardens even more, if that's possible. Just like I thought, Kylie's pussy is completely bald, while the other girls have varying degrees of trimmed pubic hair. Lauren's is a cute brown triangular patch while Alex has a neatly trimmed rectangle of thick, black, curly hair. Petite Kristina has the most beautiful light blonde hair neatly trimmed around her pale pink pussy.

"I think she needs a haircut." "No. Please! I beg you. Don't do this," the omega begged. "Stop your whining, you're only making things worse," Margret grinned. She bent down beside the girl, gathered a handful of her hair, and cut through it with scissors. The girl cried as she watched pieces of her beautiful golden hair drop to the floor beside her. Margret shaved it down to the scalp. She cackled. "Now we're even, you slut. Don't think I don't smell the two-different cums on you. Now clean up your hair and get outta my sight." Magret stood up and gave the girl a solid kick. The omega let out a yelp and quickly grabbed her hair with tears streaming down her face. She paid her respects to th

The older woman gave the tiny teen a thankful smile, as she declared, "Keep learning the lesbian arts this fast and you'll be fucking Jennifer into a coma by tonight, sweetie." With a giggle, Beth climbed off the young girl's face and snuggled against her petite body, before capturing Brittany's wet lips for a lazy satisfied kiss. Beth moaned into the kiss, as she tasted her own pussy juices on the girl's lips and tongue. Brittany moaned and clung to the older woman in satisfaction and achievement at a job well done. The women lay together lazily kissing and trailing their hands over each other's naked bodies until Beth moaned into the kiss, "Are you ready to learn the next technique in the

She'd stuck with it ever since. Harper hardly ever showed up. She always came running in late to training. Her reason was she had to redo her eyeliners or her entire makeup. Her hair needed to be braided in Elsa's style or must be in nice loose waves but she couldn't find her curling iron or the right foundation. Too flustered and panicky about how she looked to concentrate on the game. Harper had wanted to be in the coed team where she could play with boys, but she was too late to register in time. That was why she'd ended up in a Reject.

Jennifer, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk." "So it seems," Lara nodded, as she grabbed Jennifer's ankle and began to put the stocking on.. "I thought lesbians could try taking a girl's clothes off?"

This made Leah furious. “She thinks she’s special?” Leah said one day. “She’s nothing but a cursed slave!” Leah called Rina into her room. “Cut your hair,” she ordered. Rina looked at her in shock. “What?” “I said cut it! Or I’ll do it for you.” Rina refused. She couldn’t let go of the one thing that made her feel like herself. So Leah dragged her to the back of the house, grabbed a knife, and chopped off her hair.

Chapter 18 Leila emerged from the Cut’ N’ Curl and ran a hand over her “trim”. Kacey Jo had taken off at least four or five inches and cut it into choppy waves. Not that it looked bad, but Leila was accustomed to long hair that touched the middle of her back. It seemed men liked long hair on a girl to run their fingers through. She wondered what Sterling would think of her new hairdo.