Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 09:44:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hair Fetich Two (Lesbian/adult youth, hair fetish, oral, anal, f/F)

Warning:

Lesbian/adult youth, hair fetish, oral, anal, f/F

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

	I grew up in a small community near Eugene,
Oregon.  Both of my parents taught at the University
of Oregon.  They deliberately chose to live far
enough away from the campus to bring me up in a
small town at the edge of a forest.  I had free run of
the forest trails.  I enjoyed being able to fill my
lungs with the scent of Douglas fir, Redwood, and
Cedar trees.  I enjoyed the solitude and freedom to
think while jogging over the trails.  I stayed close to
home where I felt safe, and sometimes I had friends
join me.

	I was about seven or eight when I became
aware of sex.  I noticed that some of my older
girlfriends were talking more and more about sex.
They discussed what their boyfriends wanted to do,
and what they were willing to do to placate their
desires.  They discussed giving their boyfriends
hand-jobs.  It took me a while to find out what that
was, and it didn't sound all that appealing to me.
When I heard some discussing blowjobs I found that
subject disgusting.  I couldn't picture myself taking a
boy's penis in my mouth, let alone letting him cum in
my mouth.  There were also a group of girls that were
ostracized because they were different.

	These girls were shunned by the popular
children because they were different.  There were
rumors that these girls were lesbians.  Again it took
me a while to learn what all of the fuss was about.  I
did a little reading about the subject.  I didn't
understand how two girls could have sex with each
other considering that they were physically the same.
Slowly I learned about oral sex and some of the
things women can do with each other.  In truth I
found the prospect of anything oral disgusting.

	There were three girls in the local high school
that had been expelled from school because they had
become pregnant during the school year.  A couple of
their boyfriends had engaged in unsafe sex.  The
biggest scandal was caused by a sophomore girl had
gotten knocked up by the married music teacher.
The girl had obviously been doing more than blowing
on her clarinet.

	Just the same that was the main topic of gossip
for the better part of a year.  There was scandal
around the divorce, and their fleeing to another state
where they could get married.  That just enforced my
resolution to avoid any relationship with guys.  Over
the next year or so I became fascinated with the
prospect of sex with a woman.  I felt that having sex
with a woman would be pretty safe.  There would not
be an unwanted pregnancy.  The only problem was I
had no knowledge of how to act on my feelings.

	The other popular gossip was about the woman
that lived on the edge of the forest.  She was
reputed to be a witch, or she had killed her own
mother years ago.  Her name even lent itself to her
reputation.  Her name was Hazel, so she was called
Witch Hazel.  Her home was reputed to be haunted.
Anytime someone saw her in town shopping the
rumors flew.  I had only seen her, a couple of times
from a distance.  I couldn't even say that I knew what
she looked like.  I deliberately avoided using the trail
that passed behind the haunted house.

	One afternoon when I had taken my usual jog
through the forest on a drizzly afternoon, I had
made my normal loop and was on my way home, when I
stepped on a rock that twisted my ankle as I went
sliding face first down the slope.  When I recovered
my ankle was already swelling and very painful.  When
I tried to hop on my good leg the jarring sent pain
shooting through my ankle.  I found a fallen limb that
I used as a crutch, as I hobbled down the trail.  Then
I heard a female voice ask if she could help me.

	When I looked back up the trail I saw a dark
haired woman approaching me.  I hobbled over to a
rock to sit down as she approached.  I was struck by
how conservatively she was dressed, by that I am
talking about a simple blue print dress with lace collar
around the neck, three quarter sleeves and a hemline
covering most of her lower legs.  She assured me that
she lived close by and would be happy to help me get
there, and she would be happy to wrap my ankle
before taking me home.  It wasn't until we
approached the back of Witch Hazel's house that I
became aware that it was her home.  Even if I wanted
to panic and run away, I couldn't.

	She helped me in the backdoor and sat me in a
wooden chair at her dining table.  She excused
herself to go to her bathroom to get what she
needed to perform first-aid on me.

	She drew a pan of warm water from her kitchen
sink, and washed my legs, face and hands.  Then she
checked my ankle.  She said, "I think you just
sprained your ankle, but you should see a doctor to be
sure."

	She used an ace bandage to wrap my ankle.  She
helped me hobble to her old car and she drove me the
couple of blocks to my home.  She helped me up the
walk to the front door.  Mother came rushing out the
door as we approached, because she had seen the
strange car pull up, and saw her helping me get out of
the car.  Hazel assured mother, "I think she just
sprained her ankle, but I would take her to see a
doctor to be sure!"

	Mom thanked her for helping me and directed
us to the side of the house where her car was.  They
helped me into the car, and Mom ran back to the
house to get her purse.  She thanked the woman
profusely before rushing me to the emergency room.

	The doctor that checked me out ordered an x-
ray to make sure.  While he was un-wrapping my ankle
he even commented on how professional my ankle had
been wrapped with the ace bandage.  While they
waited for the x-ray the nurse cleaned me up.  The
scrapes were superficial.  Afterwards Mom took me
home and put me to bed.

	There was no school for me the next day.  I was
only going to miss school on Friday.  By Sunday I was
getting around pretty good on crutches.  I took it
upon myself to return the ace bandage to Hazel, and
thank her for her help.

	When I knocked on her front door she gave me
a big smile as she allowed me to enter her house.  I
said, "I wanted to return your ace bandage personally
and thank you for your help the other day!"

	She accepted the carefully rolled bandage, and
said, "I was just about to make a pot of tea.  Would
you like to join me for a cup or two?"

	I couldn't refuse her offer, so she led me
through the house to the dining table where she had
performed first-aid the other day.  I expected to
see those romantic prints of Jesus Christ on the
walls and crosses, but there were only a few pictures
of an older woman and another woman on the walls.

	She was talking to me while she set a tea kettle
on the stove.  She busied herself while the water
came to a boil by getting cups and saucers, sugar bowl
ready on the table.  She assured me that she had
cookies too.  She place several Toll House cookies on
a plate and brought them to the table.  As soon as
the kettle started whistling she brought it to the
table and poured the water over our tea bags.  Now
that the pace slowed down we could engage in a true
conversation.  For the first time, I studied what she
looked like.

	Hazel was a medium height, slender woman.  Her
face reminded me of a hawk, and she sported a
noticeable mustache on her upper lip.  Her steel blue
eyes didn't miss a thing, and her auburn hair was
constantly in a ponytail hung down her back to her
waist.  I was guessing her age at about 45 or so.  As
she poured our tea I noticed that her forearms were
almost as hairy as a man's.  There was nothing about
her looks or manner that was threatening.  I felt all
of the rumors were foolish.

	Hazel said, "I know about the rumors about me
killing my mother, and that I am a witch.  I want to
assure you there is no truth to any of them, and I
want to thank you for your company!"

	I felt like a fool for listening to the rumors and
being frightened of her.  I didn't know what to say,
any response on my part could offend her.  How could
I admit having been influenced by the rumors, or
deny being influenced by them?

	I simply said, "I was impressed with your
kindness and had to thank you.  The doctor even
commented that your first-aid and the application of
the bandage were very professional."

	She smiled shyly in response.  We continued
talking as we finished the cookies and pot of tea.
She suggested that we could be more comfortable in
the living room.  I helped her put the cups and plates
in the sink while hobbling on my crutches, before we
made our way to the living room.

	It was raining as usual, and we could hear the
patter on the roof, but the room was definitely
warmed by the forced air heater.  She led me to the
couch, and she joined me.  She turned her body to
face me, and she folded her leg under the one which
had her foot still planted on the floor.  That was
when I noticed just how hairy her shins were.  I don't
think she had ever shaved her legs.  I had never seen
a woman before that didn't shave her legs.  I found it
a little disturbing, and I couldn't even say why.

	She was asking me a lot of questions about
school.  It didn't occur to me that she was finding out
a lot about me.  She could figure out how old I was,
what I liked and disliked about school.  The most
important thing was how close I was to my
classmates.  She admitted that she had always been
uncomfortable when she was a school girl.  She told
me how she had been picked on, and she didn't have
any friends.

	I felt sorry for her, and even identified with
her story a little.

	She told me, "Growing up would have been pure
hell if it hadn't been for Ms. Sara Horne.  She was my
mother's nurse.  My mother was bedridden and
required constant care.  Sara became my very special
friend!  Do you know what that means?"

	I suspected that she was talking about a lesbian
relationship, but couldn't bring myself to put my
thoughts into words.  I simply shook my head no.

	She touched my arm with her fingertips, and I
felt a chill run through my body, as she continued
with her story.  "Sara taught me all about how women
make love to each other.  After my mother passed
away we became lovers.  That was when the rumors
started about me doing away with my mother.

	It took a few moments until the gist of her
statement about her being lovers with her mother's
nurse sank in.  She was actually telling me that she
was a lesbian.  I was surprised that I wasn't repulsed
by her being a lesbian.  In fact I found the idea that
she might be the woman to teach me about lesbian
sex very titillating.

	Hazel ran her hand up my arm and cupped the
back of my head as she leaned towards me.  When
she puckered her lips, I closed my eyes in anticipation
of the kiss.  It was a light kiss on the lips.  When I
didn't resist, her kiss became more ardent.  Before
long we were kissing each other with open mouths and
tongues fighting.

	Her free hand touched my cheek, and moved
down my neck until it was resting on my little pre-
pubescent breasts.  I could feel the pressure
increase as I filled my lungs with air.  I sat there
motionless while she continued kissing me and feeling
my tits.  When she stopped kissing me she pulled her
head back just a matter of inches and asked, "Would
you allow me to teach you about the joys of sex?"

	I mumbled something stupid, but didn't object.

	She started undressing me from the top down.
Her every touch was like an electrical shock, but I
loved it.  She massaged my small breasts for a long
time.  She even bent down and kissed my nipples and
sucked on both of my tits.  As comfortably warm as
the room was would not explain why I was sweating so
much.  I could feel sweat trickling down my back.

	When she knelt before me and started removing
my pants she was very gentle with my bandaged ankle.
She laid me back against the back of the sofa, and
pulled my panties out from under my butt.  When she
had freed my panties of my feet she sat there
studying my crotch.  I had started growing pubic hair
down there only a matter of months ago.  There were
just a few hairs on my pussy.  She touched my pussy
with her fingertips very carefully.  I had never felt
anything like that before.  She drove me crazy slowly
massaging my pussy.  I actually had an orgasm before
she even kissed my pussy.  By the time she brought
me to a second orgasm with her mouth and tongue I
was so relaxed I could have fallen asleep, but she had
other plans for me.

	She eventually stood up and joined me back on
the sofa.  She didn't do anything more than wrap her
arm around my shoulders.  She had on that same
conservative print dress with the three quarter
sleeves.  Considering that the heater was working
properly she was obviously uncomfortably warm by
that time.  She was starting to perspire.  The fact
that her forehead was sweating was proof of that.
Her arm around my shoulders had her underarm very
close to my head, and I could smell the pungent odor
of her sweaty armpit.  Normally the aroma would have
repulsed me, but under the circumstance I found her
body odor very stimulating.  I became aware that it
was my turn to be the aggressor.  It was my turn to
stimulate her sexually like she had done to me.

	I started unbuttoning her polished cotton
dress.  She didn't have anything underneath.  The
thing that got my full attention was the fact that
there were several hairs ringing her areolas and
there were some hairs between her tits.  That
explained why she dressed so conservatively.  I licked
her flesh before sucking on her nipples.  She stroked
my hair while I sucked her tits.  I sucked her tits
until my jaw started to hurt.  At that time I wanted
to see what her pussy looked like.

	I finished unbuttoning the front of her dress
before moving to the floor between her legs, and
struggled to pull the dress out from under her hips.
The aroma of detergent and the musky odor of her
pussy were overwhelming.  There was some hair
around her navel with a trail of hair disappearing
under her black panties, and there was an abundant
amount of dark hairs running from under the legs of
the panties and covering her legs, like a hairy man.  I
wondered why she didn't shave the excess hair.  My
mother shaved her under arms and legs regularly and
I assumed all women did that too.

	She even helped me roll her panties down as she
lifted her butt up to get the panties out from under
her ass.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her hairy
pussy as I pulled the panties free of her feet.  Her
vulva was covered with a thick patch of dark hair.  As
I spread her legs it parted her labia, exposing the
moist inner walls of her vagina.  Her clit was hooded
by the labia, but was swelling as I watched.

	I tentatively touched the wet walls of her cunt.
It felt soft and very slimy.  The pungent aroma filled
my nose, and made my mouth water.  I stuck out my
tongue and tentatively licked my first pussy.

	Hazel must have become impatient with how
slow I was getting around to eating her pussy,
because she placed both hands on the back of my
head and pulled my face tightly against her cunt.  She
was pressing my face so tightly against her cunt, I
couldn't breathe.  When I needed to breathe I had to
struggle to pull my head away enough to be able to
breathe.

	I looked up at her face from between her legs
and saw her with her head thrown back, eyes closed
and mouth open.  When she opened her eyes she
smiled at me and stroked my hair lovingly.  I dove
back in and ate her pussy, with all of the ardor I
could muster.  All of that hair getting in my mouth
just added to the thrill of eating an adult woman's
pussy.  When she started to cum, she was slapping my
ears with her thighs.

	I sat back on my heels and savored the taste of
her pussy juice.  Hazel bent over and placed her
hands under my armpits and pulled me up, and sat me
on her lap.  We kissed each other for a long time.

	Hazel wanted to talk about my feelings.  I
assured her that I loved what we had done.  I
promised to visit her as often as I could.  She helped
me get dressed to go home, and hugged and kissed me
before allowing me to leave.

	True to my word I was at her door the next day
as soon as I could get home and change clothes.  My
ankle was healed enough to not need bandaging or
crutches.  When I knocked on her door, she greeted
me with a warm hug and a passionate kiss.  She helped
remove my raincoat and rubber boots before she
hung it in the vestibule.

	She had prepared sweetbread treats for us
along with her usual tea.  The house smelled of fresh
baking.  The warmth of her house was so comforting.
In fact it was a little too warm.  All Hazel had on was
her light conservative dress and slippers, while I had
on wool sweater and skirt with a full slip to ward off
the cold.  When I complained about how warm I was,
Hazel smiled, "Why don't you take off your things to
get more comfortable?"

	I pulled the cable knit sweater over my head,
and dropped my pleated skirt.  I kept my rayon slip on
for the time being.  We talked about things we liked
and a number of other topics while we ate and drank.

	Hazel told me about her unhappy childhood and
how her mother's nurse had convinced her to embrace
the gift of her hairy body.  The nurse had assured
her that there were plenty of people that were
attracted to hairy women.  Once she found out that
the nurse had a hair fetish she never shaved again.

	Of course as soon as we finished our snack we
were both horny and for the first time she showed
me her bedroom.  It was filled with old furniture and
a four poster bed.  She pulled back the heavy quilted
bedspread and the blankets.  When she unbuttoned
her dress and let it fall she was standing there in all
of her naked and hairy glory.  She didn't even have
panties on this time.  She was free to help me
undress.

	The slip came off quickly enough, that left only
my shoes and panties to remove.  While I was
climbing into bed she goosed me playfully.  After we
hugged and kissed she mounted my head and started
rubbing her pussy against my face from chin to
forehead.  By the time she was finished my face was
flushed from having all of that hair rubbed against
my face.  Then she had me sit on her face and rub my
little pussy against her face the same way.  The next
thing she did was to lace our legs so that our pussies
were pressed against each other and she told me all
about 'Tribbing' while we virtually fucked each other.
As much fun as were having I eventually had to get
dressed and return home.

	I spent so much time visiting Hazel that my
mother even confronted me about what I was doing
all afternoon.  I foolishly told her that I was visiting
the home of a classmate that I had made friends
with.  Of course she wanted to meet my young friend.
The next day I was beside myself worrying about
what I could do to satisfy my mother.

	When I told Hazel about my problem she
thought for a moment before telling me that she had
a solution.  She called a friend of hers, and explained
my problem to the person.  Their discussion led to an
agreement that the person would come over right
away.

	It was only a matter of twenty minutes or so
before there was a knock at the door.  When we
answered the door there was a woman about my
mother's age with a girl about my age standing
slightly behind her.  In fact the girl and I were in the
same school, but different rooms.

	Hazel introduced me to her friend as Mrs.
Barbra Gilbert and her daughter as Brenda.   After
the introductions to each other, and her daughter
and I acknowledging having seen each other at school,
we sat down to talk a little more about my problem.

	I felt really strange listening to Hazel telling a
stranger about our relationship, and that my mother
wanting to meet my classmate.  The woman was very
sympathetic.

	Hazel explained to me, "Barbra and I had known
each other for years.  We had even had a brief
relationship, but Barbra did not share my hair fetish
all that much, and besides her daughter became her
lover."

	I couldn't help looking back and forth at the
woman and girl for acknowledgement of the truth of
the statement.  Barbra only smiled at the disclosure,
but Brenda lowered her eyes and blushed.  I assumed
it was true.

	As we sat there facing each other The Gilberts
were sitting on the sofa and I was sitting on the arm
of Hazel's chair.  Mrs. Gilbert had her arm around her
daughter's shoulders.  She used her other hand to
turn her daughter's head so that she could kiss her
on the lips.  Witnessing the kiss made my pussy tingle.

	An agreement was made that I would introduce
the Gilbert's to my mother as the girl that was my
friend.  To consummate our agreement the women
wanted to watch the two of us make love to each
other.

	The coffee table was cleared and Brenda and I
took each other's clothes off.  I lied on top of the
coffee table on my back as Brenda mounted me head-
to-toe.  It was very strange to me to be looking up at
a young hairless pussy for the first time.  (I learned
later that mother and daughter both kept their pubic
hair shaved off.)  It was very different to mouth
such a smooth pussy.  The adult women masturbated
each other while watching us perform.

	Later we cleaned up and Mrs. Gilbert drove
Brenda and me to my home.  Mother was thrilled to
meet my new friends.  After the introductions
Brenda and I were excused while our mothers
chatted over coffee.  I hated to leave the room,
because I wanted to listen to what my mother had to
say.  Apparently Barbra and my mother got along
famously.  Mother insisted that I invite my friend
over to spend the weekend with us, and I was allowed
to spend weekends with the Gilberts.

	The weekend Brenda spent at my house we were
given a lot of room to do what we wanted.  We
gossiped about our classmates, teachers and anyone
else we thought about.  We danced with each other
while listening to music.  There was no argument come
bedtime.  We were looking forward to sleeping
together.  As soon as we had finished brushing our
teeth, and putting on our nightgowns, and we jumped
into bed.  We both pulled up our gowns so that we
could play with each other under the covers.

	Mother entered the room to kiss both of us
goodnight.  As soon as the door was closed we had our
hands under the covers, playing with each other's
pussy.  As soon as we thought it safe we removed the
covers and sucked each other's pussy in turn.

	During the following weeks I went directly to
Hazel's.  I would remove my clothes as soon as I
entered the house and hang them in the vestibule.  I
would wander through the house looking for Hazel.  A
typical thing was for me to find her in the kitchen
baking bread or cookies.  I would back her up against
the sink and kneel before her and I got my head
under her skirt.  If she had panties on I would pull
them down, if she didn't have panties on I went right
for that wet hairy pussy.

	I did enjoy sucking Brenda's pussy but I had a
thing for Hazel's hairy pussy.  To this day I prefer
women with very hairy pussies.



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