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Several of the stories on the web site seem to cry out for another chapter to explain what happens next. The "Biker's Son," by Red Cleanshaven, May 15, 2008, is one. The following is intended to continue the story with the same themes which Red Cleanshaven started.

Christopher kept his word and kept his head shaved, much to Emily's delight. Their dates became more physical, with the kissing and the touching getting them both hotter and hotter.

The next year, about two weeks before graduation, Christopher made a life changing discovery. He was in the basement storage room looking for a box with some things he had made in Boy Scouts, several years before. Holly told him where it was and he was sure he was looking in the right place. He pulled down an old box and opened it. It was not his Boy Scott memorabilia. It was a box of things from when his parents were first married.

Christopher was an average boy, which meant he never really thought about his parent's wedding album. But, here it was along with a number of other things. He was shocked when he saw the pictures. There was his dad just as he was now, except much younger. It was true that Christopher looked a great deal like him.

But, what surprised him were the photos of his mother. There was Holly with her head shaved nearly bald, except for the pony tail out the back. Several of the pictures also showed her in her leathers: The ultra short shorts that showed a good deal of her ass and the low cut top that showed a lot of cleavage.

The cleavage was nothing new. That is how his mother had dressed for as long as he could recall. His dad liked it that way. But, the hair cut and the leather chokers on both of his folks were not what he expected at all. And, there, were the two swim suits in the box, just as Holy and Chris had worn them years before. Christopher fully realized the significance of the liners being cut out.

At first he didn't know what to do. But, Christopher had always been open with his parents and they had always told him that there was no question he could ask that they would not answer. He took the box upstairs to where his mother was.

"Mom, I found a box of stuff from when you were first married." That is all it took and Holly turned bright red. But, she was good to her word: "It sounds like you have a few questions," she answered.

"Yeah, do you mind?"

"It's just like always, I'll answer any question you have," she said.

"Did you get your head shaved, too, before you were married?"

"Your father and I have an understanding: I'll do anything he wants and he'll do anything I want. Your dad wanted to shave my head like that and I let him. I kept it like that for several years then let it grow back in. The day he wants it shaved again is the day I'll shave it. And, if he wants me bald like he is, then that's what I'll be.

"The same with the clothes: I like your dad in sexy outfits and he likes me in them too. We've always agreed that there's no fantasy that we won't try, unless it means we're going to get arrested or hurt or offend someone else. But, he's never asked me to do anything like that and I've never asked him, either."

Holly told him about the leather apparel shop and how they threw out some of his dad's clothes. She told him how his dad had purchased the shorts for her and how she enjoyed wearing them when they went biking without the kids. She also told him about the hair clippers his dad had and how he would still occasionally use the clippers with an attachment to cut her hair.

"Mom," Christopher said, "Emily and I are talking about getting married after college."

"I figured that may have come up."

"When we get closer to that time, would you mind if I show her everything in the box?"

Holly was not surprised by the question. Christopher was his father's son and she liked it that way. "Yes, by all means. And, if the two of you have any questions, we'll be glad to tell you whatever you want."

The Saturday after graduation, the two sat out on the patio at his house. Holly and his dad had thrown a major party. In part it was to have a safe place for the kids to hang out where there would be no alcohol. Holly and Chris had put in a swimming pool and their home had become a party spot for all their kids.

After everyone left, Christopher and Emily were alone. She laid down next to him on one of the loungers. He held her for a long time, then leaned down and kissed her. She returned the kiss and it didn't take long: Soon he had his hands on her breasts and they were kissing like they had never kissed before. She sat up and took off her blouse. He reached behind her and undid her bra. Then he took off his shirt and tee shirt. "Oh, my," he said as he felt her breasts against his chest. "That is wonderful."

"You interested in a swim?" Emily asked.

Christopher understood the meaning of the question: Did he want to swim nude with her. He stood up and took of his shoes and denim cut-offs, then pushed his undershorts off. "I'm waiting," he said. She had been watching him. This was the first time she had seen him completely naked. Now it was her turn. She pushed her shorts and panties down in one mover and stood up naked for his inspection. The sight nearly took his breath away. Her dark, thick patch of pubic hair was the same color as the hair on her head.

She smile then ran the few steps to the pool jumped in the water. He followed.

There was a lot of touching and feeling and teasing. But, when they climbed out of the water they were both still virgins. Without bothering to dress, they lay back down on the lounge chair and talked a long time and kissed and petted a great deal. But, soon they decided they better quit for the night, Christopher had his hands on every part of her body and she had her hands all over his. "If we don't stop now, we might not stop at all," Christopher said.

"I don't want to stop, but we'd better. I know it sounds corny, but I like we've talked about, I want to save something for when we get married."

They had talked about marriage countless times. But, this time it seemed real. "Would you marry me?" he asked.

"Absolutely," she answered. "I will do anything to be your wife?"

"Anything? Absolutely anything?" He asked with a broad smile, thinking of the box he had found from when his parents were married.

She looked at him with a wicked grin. "And just what do you have in mind?"

"Oh, no you don't. You made me promise I'd do anything you asked before you told me you wanted me to shave my head. Now it's your turn. You have to promise you'll do anything I ask before I tell you what it is."

Emily knew she was caught. She had said the same thing to him and could hardly expect anything different. She hugged him and said, "I accept: I'll do absolutely anything you want."

"I'll let you know what it is the year before we get married. That way you'll be able to chicken out, if you want to."

"You mean you're not going to tell me know?"

"No, I want you to think about all the possibilities. It's one more thing to look forward to."

Emily laughed. "You are terrible!"

"Yeah. So do you still love me?"

"I love you even more! I love surprises."

"And, you'll do it, not matter what?"

"I won't be the one to chicken out!" she said defiantly.

Many high school romances end after people leave for college. Christopher and Emily's did not. It helped that they went to colleges that were less than 15 miles from each other and could see each other every weekend.

They began talking about a date to get married the August before their senior years. It was Emily who first mentioned the conversation three years earlier. "Remember I told you that I'd do anything to be your wife and you said you'd tell me what it is?"

"Yes," Christopher smiled. "Are you sure you want to know? You might change your mind."

"Not a chance."

They were at home alone at his parent's home when they were talking. They had been laying close to each other on the same lounge by the pool they had been laying on when Emily made the promise. They had been hugging and kissing and Emily's blouse was open and her bra undone.

Christopher 's sisters, who were now seniors in high school, were gone for the day and his parents were out on their weekly shopping run. They wouldn't be back for hours. "Alright, come with me," Christopher instructed. He led Emily into the basement and then into the storage room. Emily had left her blouse open and had taken her bra off before they left the pool area. He pulled down the box with his parent's wedding photos.

Emily could hardly believe her eyes. She looked up at Christopher. "Oh, my! I can't believe your parents did things like that!"

"They did. I asked my mother about it. She said that when no one is home they still do some major dress up. And, when they go off by themselves, she wears really short skirts and thong panties and no bra. She says she even goes without panties in some of her short skirts. She says that they do everything they fantasize about." He told her the rest of what his mother had said.

"If we get married, I want to shave your head just like that and I want to get you leathers like that, too. I want you to shave all the hair off your pussy, too. I want you to be completely bald. And, I want you to wear a swim suit with no liner, so I can see the outline of your tits and your pussy lips."

"Oh, my!" Emily repeated herself.

"Do you still want to be my wife?"

She looked at the photos and the swim suits with the liners cut out. "I said I would."

He looked at her with a wicked grin. "Emily, take off all your clothes."

"Here in the storage room?"

"Yes. I'm not going to fuck you, I want to see you."

Emily was stuck by his language. She had heard countless people use the word "fuck" but never Christopher. But, she liked the idea of him exerting himself. Without a word she took off her blouse then stepped out of her shorts and panties. She decided that if he liked to use raw language, she would use some too, just to see how he reacted.

"You may not be fucking me here," she said with a wicked smile, "but, what if I want your cock in my mouth so I can suck you off?"

"Only if I can put my tongue on your clit and tongue fuck your cunt."

"I can deal with that," Emily answered, finding it more difficult to breath.

He looked at her, as one would inspect a horse on the auction block. "Very good," he said. "Here is what I will do if you still want to marry me. When we have all your pubic hair shaved off we'll put a ring in the hood of your clit. And, we'll have rings put in your nipples, and one in the hood of your clit, and a tattoo on your ass and one on your tits and you will have a tiny nose stud put in."

Emily was breathing hard. The idea of standing naked in front of Christopher was exciting. And, the idea of having her body decorated the way he wanted was even more exciting.

"And," he continued, "You'll have your head shaved just like my mother's for our wedding. In fact I would like you to try to have all the bride's maids do the same."

"Is there anything else?" Emily asked, her heart racing.

"Yes, I want you to go home and get your bathing suit, the dark blue one. I want you to cut out the liner, the entire liner. We're going to the beach for some time in the sun and I want to see your figure."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that should do it … until I get you some proper shorts and tops, that is."

"Good," she said. "Now it's my turn."

"Your turn?"

"Yes, my turn to tell you how you'll be," Emily smiled. It was her turn to have a wicked grin. "Take off all your clothes."

Christopher was more than happy to oblige. She looked at him. "First, we're going to have to have the rest of your body shaved. Other than eye brows and lashes, you are to have no hair on your body. After we're married, you will have arm bands tattooed and at least one on your back and your ass. And, I'm not going to be the only one with a piercing. You're going to have a ring put in your cock. I've heard of a piercing for men called a Prince Albert. It will be our own wedding band. And, I'll have to decide if you'll have your nipples pierced, too. If they look good on me, they might look good on you."

"Is that all?"

"No, we're going to get started right now. Go get a razor and some cream. We're going to use your basement shower and I'm going to shave your body. Then when you cut the liner out of your suit, I'll be able to see every line on you, too."

Christopher reached for his slacks to go upstairs to get what they needed. But, Emily interrupted him. "No, I want you to go nude. I'm going with you, but we're leaving all our clothes here." Then she laughed. "You're not chicken are you?"

Christopher didn't answer. He took her hand and led her toward the basement stairs. The two raced upstairs to the main floor then up to the bedrooms on the second floor and the bathroom. No one would be home, but the thrill of possibly getting caught made it all the more exciting. It took only a couple of minutes and they were down in the shower.

Christopher and Emily carefully washed each other, letting their hands linger on the parts they wanted most to touch. Then the shaving started. It took a while, but after about 45 minutes they were both hairless from the neck down. Emily had made Christopher bend over and spread his legs so she could shave between the cheeks of his ass and make sure there were no hairs left behind his balls.

Emily went down on her knees to take a closer look at what she had done. When she was satisfied that Christopher's cock and balls were completely smooth, she took him into her mouth and began to tongue him and move his cock in and out. It only took a few moments and he came in her mouth. She swallowed, looked up at him and said, "You have good taste," smiling.

Then it was Christopher's turn. He went down and licked Emily until she was moaning with pleasure. She grabbed his head and pushed her pussy into his face as she came. She had to steady herself as the shudder of the orgasm rolled through her.

They kiss and held each other under the warm water spray of the shower. "Christopher, when do you want to shave my head?" she asked.

He looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "When do you want me to do it?"

"Let's pick a date to announce our engagement. I will wear a wig or a hat, but I want it to be shaved for when we tell people. It will be our mark that we are really engaged."

"When do you want to let everyone know?"

Emily looked deep into Christopher's eyes. "Today," she said.

"If we tell people today, that means your lovely locks are about to go," he said, stroking her hair.

Emily smiled. "Yeah, they're history."

"Are you sure? We still have a year left in school and your parents may not be too happy."

"I'm sure. Get your dad's clippers and you can find out how sure."

"Where do you want to do this?"

"In your bedroom. I want to be on your bed because that is where I want you to fuck me when we're done. I want your cock inside my cunt, ramming me as hard as you can. Do I need to make it any clearer than that?"

He looked at her. "We were going to wait until we are married."

Emily's face took on a serious look. She took his hands in hers. "Christopher, I love you more than I can tell you. But, we both need to agree that once you shave my head and fuck me, that between the two of us we consider us married. We've crossed the line. My shaved head will be the public announcement and your cock in my cunt will be our private celebration." She took a deep breath. "Are you ready to take me as your wife, to have and to hold, to shave, to fuck and to suck, to tattoo and to pierce in any way you want for better or for worse, from this day on until death do us part?"

"Yes, I do," he answered. Then he continued, "And, do you Emily, take me as your husband, to have and to hold, to shave, to fuck and to suck, to tattoo and to pierce in any way you want for better or for worse, from this day on until death do us part?"

"Yes!" Emily exclaimed. "Now let's get the shaving and fucking done!"

They grabbed their clothes and went up to Christopher's room. He was glad he had a box of condemns he had bought a few months before, "just in case." As it turns out, Emily had also gone on the pill to help regulate her periods. Thus, there was little chance of having another little Christopher before they both wanted one.

Emily got out an extra sheet to cover the bed and catch the clippings. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed, while Christopher got the clippers. He came in and pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail.

He plugged them in and turned them on. He started up her right sideburns, rendering Emily nearly bald on the side. Then he did the same to the left. Then he started from the middle of her forehead and began shaving her in earnest. When he had her down to a circle of hair no wider than three inches he stopped.

Emily looked at herself in the mirror above his dresser. "Make the circle a little smaller, no more than two inches."

"That won't leave much," Christopher warned.

"Yeah, but the three inches was your mother. I want this to be us. Make it two."

Christopher went to work and finished the job. Well, it almost was finished. He and Emily went into the bathroom and she sat down on the stool. He stood in front of her and shaved her bald, with the exception of the small pony tail. While he shaved her, she stuck out her tongue and licked it over the tip of his cock. When he was done, he was ready to get down to business in the bedroom.

The sex was hot. Emily and Christopher got fucked like rabbits in heat: Long and hard. When Christopher pushed his cock into Emily's cunt, he whispered in her ear: "I now pronounce us husband and wife."
Emily pushed her cunt into him and answered, "Fuck me, my husband!" He did.
They lay together afterwards, each stroking the other's smooth head. They got dressed and went back down stairs on the patio.
Just as Emily was putting her bra in her purse Christopher's sisters walked in. They took one look at Emily shaved head and shrieked, "That is sooooo cool! When did you do that?"

"Just now. Your brother did it."

"Christopher, I love it, but why so radical?"

"Emily wants my head shaved and this is the young lady's version of the same thing: Shaved but very feminine."

When Holly and Chris got home and saw Emily, Holly just smiled. She immediately knew what it meant. She pulled Emily aside. "OK, when's the wedding?"

It was Emily's turn to smile. "Right after school gets out next spring. I thought you'd like to know right away."

"Did he tell you about the leather outfits?"

Emily blushed. "Yeah, they're really showy. I've never worn anything nearly that revealing. Are you sure you won't mind your daughter in law dressing like that?"

"Go girl!" Holly laughed. "His dad loved me in outfits like that. Men are visual creatures. He knows that everyone else will see you like that, but as long as he's the only one you're doing it for, he'll be all yours. His dad still likes me to wear them and, believe it or not, I can still get into them."

"Well, Christopher and I are going shopping this afternoon and I have a feeling that most of my boobs will be right out there and the bottom of my butt will be uncovered when we leave the store."

"Wear them with pride!" Holly suggested. "Only thing is, you'd do well to wear thong panties."

Emily smiled. "Thanks. That sounds like a good idea."

"You may want to get used to wearing thongs at least sometimes," Holly added. "If Christopher is like his dad in that area, you'll be wearing skirts a lot with no panties at all. Thongs are only when you're being conservative. I started things off right, when we got married. I bought thigh-high stockings and didn't wear any panties under my wedding gown. Chris loved it! I didn't even get my wedding gown off before he and I were at it. He just pushed me back onto the bed, flipped up the skirt and that was that."

"I have no doubt that Christopher will be like his dad. He's already been after me to wear skirts more often, and the shorter the better."

"As long as you don't bend over, they can be really short and you can still get away without panties," Holly advised. "I know, I have some that way. Christ still loves me in them."

"I'll make sure I don't bend over," Emily blushed as she said it.

Holly looked at Emily's chest. "I see you have your bra off."

Emily blushed. "I didn't think it was noticeable."

"You have dark hair and that means dark nipples. Don't worry, they're not too visible. But, Christopher may end up getting you some tops that are a lot more see through that your blouse. Don't be surprised if he wants you to wear them without bras. The fact is that men like to see their wife's tits. A lot of men like to see them out in the public."

Emily took yet another deep breath. She had always dressed on the conservative side. But, she loved Christopher. She was determined to wear whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted.

That afternoon Christopher and Emily were at the same leather store that his parents were at about 20 years earlier. The clerk was a young lady with a low cut, rather thin, white Tee shirt. It was apparent that she was not wearing a bra, since her nipples were clearly visible.

"She wants the sexiest pair of leather shorts and the most revealing top you have," Christopher said to the clerk.

"Do you mean that they ride low, like bikinis or are cut high to show some cheek?" The clerk was not phased by the request.

Christopher looked at Emily who gave him a wicked smile. "It's your choice. Anything you want," she said.

Christopher looked back to the clerk. "Both: Ride low like a bikini, as low as possible, and cut really high to show as much cheek as she can without getting arrested."

"And how much cleavage do you want showing?" the clerk asked in a business-like tone.

"As long as the nipples aren't showing, everything else can."

"I think we have exactly what you want," the clerk said, leading them to a set of racks in the back of the store. They made their selection.

He went with her to the dressing room. The bottoms were cut straight across from hip to hip in the back, leaving the bottom half of her ass completely bare. The top was cut straight down from the neckline so that her entire inner part of her breasts were there to be seen. The leather stopped at the inner edge of the nipple. On the outside the sleeve opening was also cut low so that the outside of both breasts also showed. As Emily looked in the mirror she realized that so much was showing that it seemed like the top looked more like a wide belt over her breasts than a halter top.

Christopher got her a pair of black leather boots and the outfit was complete. Emily was glad she took Holly's advice about wearing thong underwear.

Emily walked out of the dressing room in her new outfit. She was self-conscious, since she had never before worn such a revealing outfit. But, now it was her turn. She picked out leather slacks for Christopher that seemed like they were painted on.

The store carried thong underwear for men. Emily picked out several pair and threw out the underwear Christopher had worn into the store. If she was going to wear thongs, so was he.

She also picked out a leather vest for Christopher. Nothing under it, she insisted.

They took a long ride together then headed back to his house. Holly and Chris beamed with pride when they saw the two. "It looks like you also acquired your dad's taste for clothes," Holly laughed.

"Christopher, Emily, you'll have a wonderful life ahead."

The wedding was different than most people had ever witnessed. Emily kept her head shaved and both of Christopher's sisters insisted on having their heads done the same way. Emily was able to talk the three bride's maids and the maid of honor into doing the same.

Holly, however, decided that the look was a bit young for her, so she had Christ shave her head completely bald.

Emily's parents shook their heads and laughed at the whole thing, when they heard about it. Emily was living at home and her parents saw the results of the head shaving the moment she walked in the house. She had wisely decided to change back into her "normal" clothes before she went home.

"It's up to you if that's how you and Christopher want your hair cut. And, his folks can do as they wish. It will be fun to watch. Just don't expect us to do the same thing," her mother said, laughing.

But, her dad looked at her then his wife, "Sarah, why shouldn't we join in? I think you'd look great with your head shaved. It's only hair. It'll grow out."

Her mother was shocked. "You want me to shave my head for the wedding!"

"Yes. I think it would be a hoot. It's been a long time since we've done anything really wild. We used to. Remember the times we went hiking up Black Bear Mountain?" They had never told Emily about this incident, but it said much as to why Emily was a risk taker. Both her parents were.

They had taken their honeymoon to Black Bear Mountain to do some hiking. They had rented a cabin for the nights and hiked during the days. They found that they were almost entirely alone on the trails, rarely seeing another hiker. The second day they were there, the weather was extremely warm and Emily's father, Rich, took his Tee shirt off, rolled it up and put it in his fanny pack. "That's not fair," Sarah protested. "You get to take your shirt off, and I'm sweltering."

Rich had laughed, "Then take yours off too! It's fine with me."

"But, what if we run into someone?"

"Who cares? They'll just see the most beautiful tits in the world."

Sarah took off her tee shirt and bra, laughing the entire time. "But, this still isn't fair," she protested again.

"Why not?" Rich asked.

"Well, I've got my tits showing and you don't have anything showing that you wouldn't have out on the beach. If this is going to be fair, you've got to take off your shorts and underwear."

"And, hike nude?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, I will if you will, too."

They had both finished stripping and the rest of the day was spent hiking nude. They had found a place where the grass was soft and Rich and Sarah had fucked out under the sun.

Later, they did run into to another couple who were hiking, where two trails merged. Sarah looked at Rich and Rich looked at Sarah. They both shrugged and kept walking as naked as they were. The other couple didn't say anything and continued to hike with them.

That night at the cabin they laughed about the incident. In their laughing and playing they ended up shaving each other's pubic area completely bare. From then on, they thought of it as Completely Bare Mountain. The next day, they only wore the skimpiest shorts and thinnest tee shirts possible. As soon as they were out of sight, they were out of their clothes and spent the rest of the day hiking nude.

About two hours later, they ran into the same couple. "Do you two always hike nude," the other wife asked.

"As often as we can," Sarah answered. "I hope it doesn't bother you."

"No, not at all. In fact we were talking about it last night. We decided that if we saw you again, we'd strip, too," she answered. Then looking directly at Sarah's shaved pussy, continued, "I see you're even more nude than you were yesterday."

"Yeah, it adds to the fun."

The two couples hiked together the rest of the week. The next day, other couple was shaved bare around the pussy and cock, too. Occasionally, they would separate long enough for some private fucking and sucking time. It was an exciting time. And, it had been a long time since the two had done anything like that.

"Yes, I remember," his wife blushed. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

"But, everything's become so predictable, so routine. Darling, you're beautiful the way you are. But, I want to see you bald. In fact I want to be the one to shave your head. It'll grow back. But, who knows, maybe you'll like it and want to leave it that way. We can get you every color wig you'd ever want to wear: A different color for every day of the week."

"But, what about your head?"

"We'll both shave."

"And, you'll stay shaved, too?"

"As long as you stay shaved, I'll stay shaved."

There was nearly an hour of conversation between Emily's parents, followed by a long talk with her and another long phone call with Holly and Chris. But, when the wedding took place both sets of parents had their heads completely shaved.

Thus, a family tradition was started. Emily and Christopher agreed that they would tell their children, and show them the wedding album early and often. They would talk about the "family tradition" and encourage them to follow suit. Emily asked Christopher to keep his head shaved, and he did. Emily also kept her head shaved, except for the two inch pony tail for several years. Then she shaved that off, too. Christopher liked it that way and that's how it stayed. They bought Emily several wigs to wear, if they thought people would be offended.

But, when they were alone, especially on vacations, Christopher wore his leathers and Emily wore her very short shorts, her revealing top and no wig. They both loved it.

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