Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 13:53:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hair Fetish (lesbian adult youth, fetish, oral anal, g/FF)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit fetish sexual acts between a
young girl and an older woman.  If this type of
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                  Hair Fetish
                      By
                     Jan

	The sun was warm the day I woke up after I
discovered that I was not only a lesbian but also had
a hair fetish!  The heat of the sun streaming through
the window drapes woke me up.  It took me a moment
to remember where I was.

	I was laying on the bed of Beverly, the woman
that had just gone from my hero and lover to being
my lord and master.  I rolled over on my side just so I
could study every inch of her naked body.  I couldn't
help wonder what a woman like her saw in a girl like
me.  I knew that I was just an average girl.  There
were always prettier, smarter girls in school to bring
home the fact that I would never be the center of
any group.  I never liked the look of the person
staring back at me when I looked in the mirror.  As a
result I avoided standing in front of a reflective
surface very long.

	I knew that my hair was just a dirty brown and
had no luster.  My hair had always been cut by my
mother, and it looked like it!  My gray eyes are
narrow, and my eyebrows are bushy.  My nose had a
knot on the bridge, and my nostrils are wide.  My
mouth is wide, but with thin lips.  Over all my face is
narrow.  As for my figure, I am a slender stick figure.
The girls at school made fun of me by taking my
name, Minnie, and calling me Skinny Minnie.

	When all of my classmates took off their school
clothes for gym class, showing off their big breasts,
while commenting on other girls' pussies being nothing
more than manholes, I would be trying to hide behind
locker doors.  I got teased about my bony body
enough, without allowing them to find anything more
to make fun of me about.  As I looked at Beverly lying
there I couldn't help but make comparisons.

	Beverly is a tall woman, about five-feet ten in
her bare feet, and she was also a dark haired, and full
figured woman.  By that I mean that everything about
her body was voluptuous.  She has large breasts that
must be at least 40-G.  She had a relatively small
waist considering the size of her body.  She sported
a big full butt that was supported by very thick
thighs.  The most delicate feature she has is her
small feet compared to the rest of her body.  But the
most striking thing about her as she lay on the bed
sleeping is the fact that she doesn't shave her
underarms or her thick patch of pubic hair.  To me
she looked like a more voluptuous version of
Catherine Zeta Jones.  I sat there admiring her,
while I debated whether I should kiss her cheek or
slip out of bed to empty my bladder.

	The urgent need of my bladder ensured that I
slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom.  As
soon as I sat down water was expelled with plenty of
force.  In fact, my pee hit the water in the toilet
bowl with enough force to splash up, and actually got
my butt wet.  AS soon as I finished wiping my pussy I
couldn't resist using Beverly's toothbrush to brush my
teeth.  I knew that I had morning breath and didn't
want to offend Beverly.  I was still standing there
brushing my teeth when Beverly entered.

	Beverly came up behind me and placed her arms
around my body while she kissed me on the right side
of my neck right at the start of my shoulder.  She
crossed her arms as she placed her hands on my little
tits.  I felt self-conscious about the size of my tits,
but Beverly seemed to love them.

	She took her toothbrush from my hand, and
proceeded to brush her teeth while looking over my
shoulder, and still clinging to my tit.  When she was
finished she rinsed her mouth out before she took
her position on the porcelain throne to relieve her
bladder too.  Only, when she was finished she told me
to wipe her pussy.

	I reached for the toilet paper to pull off a few
sheets to wipe her pussy, because I was ready to do
anything she asked of me.  She grabbed my wrist and
took the toilet paper from my hand, which puzzled
me.  She scooted her ass to the edge of the toilet
seat, spread her legs to present her cunt to me, as
she placed her other hand on the back of my neck and
pulled my head down towards her cunt.  I had to kneel
between her spread legs, and placed my hands on
those magnificent thighs as my head was drawn
towards her pussy.

	My nose was assailed by the smell of ammonia of
her urine dripping from her pubic hair and the
pungent odor of her adult pussy.  There was nothing I
wouldn't do for her, so I started lapping at her pussy.
She made me eat her cunt until she had a satisfying
orgasm before she helped me to my feet.  She told
me to get dressed and she would take me to school.

	We hastily ate a bowl of cereal before she
drove me to school.  I simply kissed her on the mouth
before getting out of the car, and told her I would
see her after work.  I knew no one would care about
me kissing what they would think was my mother.

	School was a bore but I had grades that kept
me in the top ten percent.  When lunch time came I
ate my meal quickly and headed for the library,
because the activities of my classmates didn't
interest me.  The boy would be playing basketball or
baseball.  The girls would be gathered around them to
flirt with them, or they would look for secluded
places to make out with their boyfriends.

	This day I wanted to find out if the library
would have any books dealing with lesbianism.  I knew
the school board did their best to keep any lascivious
books out of the school library, but I hoped I could
find something on the subject.

	I roamed down the aisles looking for any books
on the subject.  I gave up and went to the card index
to look.  The school librarian approached me and
asked if she could help me.  I'm sure I blushed like a
fool.  How could I tell her that I was looking for
anything on the subject of lesbianism?

	Ms. Coggan must have been in her fifties, with
short curly gray hair, blue eyes with gold rimmed
glasses, slightly portly, and always dressed in a
business suit with practical shoes.  She simply looked
like a sweet little old grandmotherly type.  I
suspected that she was a church going type of woman
that could quote chapter and verse from the King
James Bible.  I had a wicked thought!

	I said, "I was looking for any material on the
subject of lesbianism."

	Ms. Coggan was not flustered by my query at all.
She simply said, "The school board does their best to
censor any sexual material in the school library.  But
why are you interested in the subject?"

	Thinking I would shock her I said, "I think I am
a lesbian, and want to find out if I am!"

	Ms. Coggan smiled, "I'm sure you're not going to
find anything on the shelves, but I do have some
psychology books in back that you might find
interesting."  With that she took me by the hand and
led me behind the checkout counter and into a back
room, where there was a locked door.  She pulled a
key out of her pocket and opened the door.  I didn't
even know the room existed.  There was a wooden
table in the middle of rows of bookshelves full of
books, and magazines.  She had me sit at the table
while she moved directly to some periodicals and
quickly brought back some issues of Sexology.  The
principle subjects were lesbian issues.  While I
started reading the articles, she placed a couple of
books in front of me.  She told me that she would
have to keep an eye on the library, but if I had any
questions, to ask her.

	I sat there reading case studies that all seemed
erotic to me.  My panties were getting wet.  I sat
there turning pages with one hand while rubbing my
crotch through my dress with the other.  I was
masturbating until I was about to cum when the bell
rang.  Ms. Coggan poked her head in to say, "That was
the bell, Honey, you better run to class!  You can
come back after school to finish reading if you like."
She smiled at me because she could see that my hand
was still rubbing my pussy and I had cum.

	I straightened up my dress as I stood up.  I
looked at the reading material on the table, and she
said, "Don't worry, because all of the magazines will
be here after school."

	As I passed her, I swear that I felt her brush
her hand against my ass.  The rest of the day I
daydreamed about how I had become Beverly's lover.

	My mother is an alcoholic that never married my
father, so I am illegitimate.  She spends most of her
time in bars.  There are always men willing to buy her
booze in exchange for sex.  She comes home drunk all
of the time and chases me off to my room while she
entertains her male friends.  I find the parade of
drunken men smelling of booze and cigarette smoke
repulsive.  If nothing else, that is why I despise all
males.

	Beverly came into my life because she is
Mother's social worker.  When she discovered the
squalor I was living in, she committed my mother to a
rehab clinic to dry her out, before having her
committed to a mental institution.  Rather than
placing me in the care of child services she got
Mother to make her my guardian.

	When I took my meager belongings to live with
her I was overwhelmed by her generosity.  She gave
me her guest room and bought me plenty of new
clothes.  I was no longer the raggedly dressed urchin
in school.  Beverly was very physically demonstrative.
She hugged and kissed me at every opportunity.
When I became used to the idea that affection was
acceptable, I would hug and kiss her too.

	Beverly was not a modest woman at all.  She
didn't hide her body from me.  She often wandered
around the house in various stages of undress.  I felt
comfortable allowing her to see me naked too.  I
would often enter her bedroom naked to ask her
opinion about what clothes to wear.

	I had been living with her for about a month
when I got sick and spent the evening throwing up
everything in my stomach.  Beverly took me to bed
with her.  She was wearing a sexy nightgown, and it
was thin enough for me to see all of her attributes,
and feel her body heat against my body.  As I hugged
her my hand rested on one of her marvelous breasts.
I could feel her nipple and every bump in her areola.
There was a lot of heavy breathing.  I squeezed her
tit tentatively.  I expected her to take my hand away
from her tit, but she simply placed her hand on my
butt and pulled me tightly against her warm body.

	While I continued squeezing her tit, I felt her
fingers seeking out the crack of my ass, and stuffing
my nightgown into my asshole.  She used her other
hand to pull the top of her nightgown aside and lifted
her big tit and aimed the nipple at my mouth.  I
greedily open my mouth and did my best to swallow
her tit.  I pressed my tongue against her nipple.  I
sucked on her tit for a long time, while Beverly
managed to work the hand on my ass all the way under
my body to stimulate my virgin cunt.  I had my first
orgasm at the hands of another person that night.

	While I was recovering from my orgasm, Beverly
sat up and removed her nightgown and when she lied
down she pulled the nightgown out from under her big
butt and discarded it without any thought to where it
landed.  I was absolutely fascinated with her body.

	When she lifted her arm I saw that there was
ample underarm hair, and I asked her why she didn't
shave it like most women.  She said, "First, I find it
sexy to keep my hair.  Secondly, the hair protects
your underarms from chafing.  That seemed to me to
be a logical excuse.  She even lifted her arm and
placed her hand behind her head to allow me to feel
her underarm hair.  She even suggested that I smell
and lick it.

	I put my nose against her underarm and inhaled
her pungent fragrance.  The smell excited me so
much that my nipples and clit were tingling and
swelling up.  Then she used my hair to direct me back
to sucking on her breasts.  When I got her excited
enough she used my hair again to direct me down to
her pussy.

	I had never seen a woman with so much pubic
hair before.  Her hair was very dark and thick.  There
was even hair growing down the inside of her thighs,
and the dark hair went right down between the
cheeks of her ass to form a dark nest of hair around
her asshole.  I had to use my fingers to comb her hair
to get a look at her clit and inner labia lips.  I couldn't
believe how much I loved the smell of her pungent
and wet cunt.

	The more she used every dirty word she knew
to extol me to eat her pussy.  I was sweating by the
time she smashed my face into her hairy cunt and
screamed that she was cumming.

	When she recovered she reversed our positions,
and she used her tongue to stimulate my nipples until
I was driven to distraction before she worked her
way down my body to suck on my little cunt.  I had
never cum at the hands of anyone before, so it took
forever before I went into a quivering orgasm.  I
actually blacked out for a short time, but my body
continued to quiver while I was unconscious.

	I was in love with her after that night.  Each
night after that I slept in her bed and she introduced
all manner of ways for me to please her sexually.  She
enjoyed introducing me to various sized dildos before
she actually put on a large strap-on dildo.  She even
stuck a horse hair tail attached to a butt plug in my
asshole while making me crawl around on my hands
and knees.  There were even times when she would
spread her butt cheeks and have me tongue fuck her
asshole.  Having me wipe her wet pussy was only the
latest demonstration of her domination of me.

	I followed her lead and stopped shaving under
my arms.  I was just starting to grow pubic hair so
there was no fear that hair would peek out of the leg
hole of my panties.

	The last bell of the day brought me back to
reality.  Normally I would take the school bus home,
but I didn't take the bus home.  It would be at least
three hours before Beverly would get home from
work, and Ms. Coggan had invited me to come back to
the library after school.

	When I made my way to the library I had to
knock on the glass door to attract her attention.  She
came to the locked door and pushed the bar to open
the door without unlocking it.  She allowed me to
enter and closed the door behind me.  She
accompanied me to the back room.  The reference
magazines and books were right where I had left
them.  She pulled up a chair next to mine while I
started reading.  Some of the case studies reminded
me of the way Beverly had seduced me.

	When I read a description of a girl being
masturbated by an older woman, I asked Ms. Coggan,
"How do women masturbate girls?"

	Ms. Coggan moved her chair closer to me and
smiled as she placed her hand on my knee below the
hem of my skirt.  She moved her hand up under my
skirt along the inside of my thigh.  When she reached
my panties she stroked my crotch until my pussy
juices made the crotch of my panties wet.  Then she
slipped her hand down the top of my waistband into
my panties.  Her fingers stroked my pubic hair until
she found my little clit, then she stimulated it for a
little while.  Then she stuck two fingers deep into my
pussy.  (Beverley had taken my virginity several
months ago.)  Ms. Coggan turned my chair around to
face her, so that she could remove my panties.

	After she removed my panties she knelt in
front of me and started sucking on my little pussy.
She was very pleased with herself when I cum on her
face.  She resumed her place on her chair, and I went
to my knees before her.

	I found that under her skirt, she was not
wearing panties at all.  When I worked her skirt up
enough to spread her legs I found that her pubic hair
was starting to turn salt and pepper.  I'm sure she
had spent the afternoon masturbating because her
cunt was so slimy and very pungent.  It was my turn to
suck her pussy until she had an orgasm.  When she
was finished she offered to drive me home.

	She gathered up her belongings and escorted
me to the faculty parking lot.  She owned a little old
Honda Civic.  While I directed her to Beverly's home
I sat close to Ms. Coggan, so that I could masturbate
her while she drove me home.  While I was doing that
I was thinking about how much I should tell her about
my relationship with Beverly, and decided it would be
best to let her think she was the first to seduce me.
When she pulled up in front of my house I let her
turn off the engine and sat there masturbating her
until she had an orgasm, and gave her a kiss before
getting out of the car.

	I visited her after school in the library two or
three times a week to play in the back room after
that.  I often wondered if any of the other staff at
school had a clue what was going on.  Just the same I
began to think about the end of the school year.  I
would be moving on to middle school and going to a
different campus.  I felt sorry about leaving Ms.
Coggan behind when I moved on.

	During recess I noticed a fifth grader that
didn't participate in the games other girls were
playing.  So I made friends with her and while talking
to her I asked her if she ever rubbed her pussy.  She
blushed, but admitted to doing it.  While we were
talking I was leading her to the library.  While we
were sitting at a table I reached for her crotch and
started playing with her.  When she didn't object and
even reached for mine I knew she was ready.

	I introduced her to Ms. Coggan, and we showed
her the back room.  I was pleased with myself for
introducing the girl to the librarian.  To thank me Ms.
Coggan gave me a file card with the name "Mrs. Beal"
on it with a little statement to introduce me as a
friend of hers.  She told me to look her up when I got
to junior high.  I put the card in my book bag and
forgot about it throughout the summer.

	I enjoyed the summer, and spent as much time
with Beverly as possible.  As the fall school year
approached we began to think about preparing me for
school, a new wardrobe was in line, because I had
grown at least four inches during the summer, and
there were school supplies to buy.  As I put the new
supplies in my bag I saw the card and remembered
what Ms. Coggan had told me.

	The new school was intimidating to me.  I was
fascinated by my new surroundings.  I wandered
around the campus checking out the place.  It was
supposed to be a closed campus, but there was a gap
in their security that allowed the delinquent students
to get off campus where they could ditch school or
simply smoke where the teachers had no control over
them.

	I was assigned a home room and had to go to a
physical education class in another building during the
third period and had to go to a home economics class
during the fourth period.  The minute I saw the
teacher write "Mrs. Beal on the chalk board I
remembered Ms. Coggan's card.  When the class
ended I delayed leaving until we were alone before I
approached her.  When she asked me, "Can I help
you?"  I handed her the file card.  She read it and
gave me a warm smile.  She took hold of my right
hand in both of her hands and told me, "I'm pleased
to see that you are a friend of Ms. Coggan and look
forwards to us becoming close friends too."

	She simply added, "You better run along to your
home room now.  We will have plenty of time to get
better acquainted."  With that she walked me
towards the door, and placed her hand on my butt.
She gave my ass a little squeeze as she opened the
door.  I knew this was going to be an interesting
friendship.

	My school day was a little longer, but there
were still a couple of hours before Beverly would get
home from work.  I had a little time on my hands, so
sometimes I would stop at a local 'Dairy Queen' for a
treat like a Waffle Bowl Sundae.'  While I was buying
a cone one afternoon Mrs. Beal approached me.

	She bought herself a cone and joined me at one
of the outdoor metal tables.  We were far enough
from other tables that we could talk to each other
without worrying about being overheard.  She asked,
"You and Ms. Coggan must have been very close,
because she would have never given you an
introductory card otherwise.  Would you like to have
the same kind of relationship with me?"

	I had liked the look of Mrs. Beal from the
moment I saw her in class.  She had an air of
authority about her.  I would guess that she was
about my mother's age.  She reminded me of Jodie
Foster in appearance down to the dirty blonde hair.  I
looked her in the eye and said, "I'm ready for any
kind of relationship!"

	She reached across the table and took my hand.
I squeezed her hand in return.  I asked her, "How do
you know Ms. Coggan?"

	"We met at a party, she had one of her
students with her, and she still had dark hair at the
time.  I thought they were mother and daughter.  The
idea of having sex with them turned me on.  When we
got down to taking off our clothes we discovered that
we both have a strong hair fetish."

	Hearing that she has a hair fetish instantly
turned me on.  I wanted to see what her pussy looked
like.  I squeezed her hand.  She asked, "Would you
like to come home with me right now?"

	I was thrilled at the idea, "YES!"

	We got in her car, and as she drove to her home
I asked, "What about your husband?"

	She chuckled, "I got rid of him years ago.  I got
married to put up an acceptable front for the school
board.  They don't suspect teachers of inappropriate
behavior if they are married."

	As soon as we were indoors we hugged and
kissed.  We shed our clothes right there in the
vestibule.  I wanted to see if she sported as much
hair as Beverly.  When she pulled her dress over her
head I felt a thrill when I saw the growth of brown
hair on her armpits.  I stuck my nose right in her
armpit and inhaled the pungent aroma of her body.  I
licked her hairy armpit too.  She turned her body to
present the other armpit for me to smell and lick,
before she removed her bra and panties.

	As she reached behind her back to unhook her
bra I clung to her anticipating the sight of her
breasts.  I was say that she was a 36-C size.  Her
breasts were capped with small pink areolas and little
nipples.  I couldn't resist feeling one while sucking on
the other tit.  She stroked my hair while I licked and
sucked on her tits.  I couldn't resist sucking hickies
on the sides of her breasts.  Eventually she pulled my
head away from her tits, so that she could remove
her panties.

	I removed my own clothes while watching her
roll down her thin mauve panties.  When I saw just
how much pubic hair she was sporting I dropped to
my knees to worship at her alter of sex.

	It was obvious that she had been very blonde as
a youngster, but it had darkened as she matured.
Her pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head,
but nowhere near as dark as Beverly's or Ms.
Coggan's.  I clung to her hips while burying my face in
the thick tangle of pubic hair.  I do love the aromatic
odor of a woman's pussy covered with hair.  It is so
much stronger.  I licked her hair for a while before
seeking out her clit.  I tongue fucked her until she
virtually soaked my face with her cum.  The only thing
left to do was check out her asshole.

	I turned her around to check out her butt.
Mrs. Beal has a very nice ass.  There is only one little
brown mole on her right butt cheek right in the fold
of her leg.  Ms. Beal bent over and supported herself
by placed her hands on the wall.  I placed my hands on
her cheeks and used my thumbs to spread her open,
so I could check out her asshole.  She didn't have any
hair around her asshole.  Her sphincter was puckering
and pink.  I licked her asshole several times before
sticking my nose in her asshole.  Mrs. Beal enjoyed
every minute of me tongue fucking her.  Eventually
she turned around and pulled me to my feet.

	She led me into the living room, where she had
me kneel on her sofa with my arms folded on the back
of the sofa.  Now it was my turn to feel a mouth and
tongue administer to my sexual needs.  She spread my
butt cheeks and licked me from my pussy to my
asshole.  She finger fucked my cunt while she tongue
fucked my asshole.  I was singing her praises by the
time she made me cum.  By then I was running out of
time, so I gathered up my clothes in preparation of
returning home.

	Mrs. Beal offered to drive me home, but I knew
her home was only a few block from Beverly's home.
I assured her I could walk home.  She sent me off
with a warm hug and a kiss.

	I guess it turned out to be further than I
thought, because I managed to make it home just a
couple of minutes before Beverly got home.  I didn't
even have time to change clothes.  When Beverly
entered the house she immediately hugged and kissed
me.  Then she held me at arm's length and demanded,
"Who the hell have you been fucking?"

	It stunned me that she knew I had been having
sex with someone.  I meekly asked, "How could you
tell that I had sex with someone else?"

	Beverly gave me a crooked smile, "Your clothes
are reeking with the smell of the Guess fragrance
and your face smells of pussy cum!"

	I had forgotten that I hadn't washed my face
at Mrs. Beal's home.  When she mentioned the smell I
realized that I could smell her juices under my nose
and when I smelled my finger it smelled of her pussy
juice too.  When I lifted my blouse up a little I could
smell Mrs. Beal's perfume.  I didn't know what it was,
but it smelled nice.  I didn't know what to say.  Under
pressure I admitted that I had sex with my home
economics teacher.

	Beverly grabbed me by my arm and dragged me
into the bathroom, where she made me remove all of
my clothes and put them in the clothes hamper.
While I was doing as ordered Beverly pulled her
dress off and removed her pumps and nylons before
removing her panties and bra.  Then she demanded
that I get in the tub.

	I didn't have any idea what she was going to do,
but I did as ordered.  As I settled down in the tub
Beverly stepped into the tub straddling my body
facing me.  She reached down and placed her finger
on her clit and pulled up.  She let go with a stream of
piss that splashed on my belly as she pulled upwards
on her clit the stream moved up my body where she
wiggled it back and forth splashing all over my tits,
some even splattered all over my face.  When I
opened my mouth to breathe some got in my mouth.  I
could taste the salty liquid and smell the ammonia.  By
the time she emptied her bladder I was soaking wet
from head to toe.

	Beverly dragged me into the shower, where we
both rinsed off our bodies.  Beverly's legs had also
been splattered with her urine.  She forced me to my
knees in front of her to eat her hairy pussy until the
water turned cold.

	I had never suspected that being peed on and
swallowing the piss of my lover could be so erotic.  I
knew that I would always be Beverly's sex slave.

	Beverly insisted on me calling Mrs. Beal and
Beverly could meet her.  Mrs. Beal was reluctant to
come to our house, because she feared that Beverly
would enact reprisals on her, but she relented when
Beverly assured her that there were no hard feelings.

	When she arrived we met her at the door with
dry hair and gossamer dressing gowns.  I had never
had sex with two women at the same time before.
When they rubbed their hairy cunts against my
pussy, they rubbed my vulva until it was rubbed raw,
and enflamed my vulva almost until it was bleeding.
They had me suck on their tits until my jaw was
aching.  I was sandwiched between the two of them.
The smell of their pussies was rubbed all over my
body.  Beverly even grabbed me by my hair and
forced me to rim Mrs. Beal's asshole until she had a
strong orgasm.

	When the two of them had satisfied themselves
and made me cum a half dozen times the three of us
slept together.  Mrs. Beal even drove to school the
next day.  It has become a regular thing for the
three of us to party with each other several times a
week.  Last night we had a particularly enjoyable
evening with Mrs. Beal before she went home.



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