Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:25:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hairy Submissive (lesbian/adult youth, oral fetish f/f, f/FF)
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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman
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Hairy Submissive
By
Jan
I think I was a pretty normal girl growing up.
When my girlfriends started developing crushes on
boys I developed crushes on boys too. It was very
innocent at first. There were the dates to the
movies where we kissed in the back rows and fought
off their pawing hands. I think my first kiss was
with a nice looking boy when we were only ten-years-
old.
When my friends and I entered puberty I was
a slow developer. I envied my best friend named
Morgan. She was a blonde headed Irish girl. She
developed breasts very quickly and they were as
large as an adult's by the age of twelve. All of the
boys wanted to date her. She practically had to
fight them off. Whenever we walked home from
school together there would be 3 or 4 boys
accompanying us. They were flirting with her
constantly. It was as if they didn't even notice my
presence.
I happened to be of Polish extraction with dark
hair. I hardly noticed just how hairy the members
of my family were, both men and women, until I
started growing pubic hair myself. Compared to the
other girls at school I was almost as hairy as an ape.
Morgan and I spent a lot of time at each other's
home. We slept in one bed when we spent the night
with each other. We saw each other naked a lot of
times. I envied her thin little pink patch of pubic
hair. When mine started to grow it was dark coarse
and thick.
We learned from watching our mothers that it
was fashionable to shave our underarms and did so.
I even started shaving the insides of my legs and my
pubis to make my pubic hair only cover the same
amount of area as Morgan's.
I was a reasonably attractive girl. Boys did
start asking me out on dates, even thought my
breasts were small enough that I didn't need a bra.
They might have been disappointed when they felt
my little breasts but that didn't stop them from
pawing me while we kissed. I was only thirteen when
I had a date with a sixteen-year-old boy. I was
flattered that an older boy wanted to date me. He
even had a car. After seeing a movie we stopped at
an A&W Root beer stand for burgers, fries and a
root beer. Then he drove us to a secluded spot
where we started making out. Before long he was
sticking his hand into my panties. He was too strong
for me to fight off. He accused me of being a
teasing bitch as he exposed my tits and pulled my
panties off. I knew what he was going to do. When
I saw his cock it frightened me because I had never
been fucked before. I thought his thing was ugly
looking too. He had me lying across the seat and
stuffed his cock into my hairy pussy. There was a
sharp stabbing pain as my hymen tore. I was sore
for awhile afterwards. It didn't take him long to
cum in me, but it felt like an eternity. When he was
finished I was disappointed by the whole thing. I
couldn't understand what all the fuss the other girls
made about sex. I gathered up my panties and put
them on. I was leaking liquid all the way home. He
dropped me off in front of my house. I took a long
bath and rinsed the cum and traces of blood out of
the panties. I hid my panties until they were dry.
That ended all of my interest in males. When I
discussed it with Morgan, she told me that she had
been having sex with guys for a couple of years. She
claimed to like it. I didn't understand her desire to
have guys ramming that thing in her and sweating all
over her face. Slowly we became estranged from
each other.
There was a group of girls that were not
popular with boys. They identified themselves as
Gothic. They rebelled against the preppy
cheerleader image. They spiked their hair, dyed it
wild colors, tended to use black makeup. They even
had tattoos on their bodies. Their clothes tended to
be black and tattered looking. I started to identify
more with them. Within the group was a subset that
hated guys. These were the girls I grew close to.
As my wardrobe evolved my family complained,
but could not stop me. I wore my hair in a pageboy
with bangs that practically covered my eyes and
dyed purple and orange streaks against the black. I
also stopped shaving my body. It was not long
before I found that I had a thick patch of hair
under my arms and my pubic bush was thick. I had
hair growing down my inner thighs on my legs and
even a lot of hair between the cracks of my ass.
Rejecting perfume allowed my pubic hair to absorb
the aroma of my natural body odors. I even noticed
the reaction of people as I passed them. Some
people reacted as if they smelled something
offensive. There were some women that gave me a
sly smile.
I had heard people talk rudely about lesbians.
I had no desire to have sex with guys anymore, so I
started thinking about sex with females. The first
girl I thought about possibly having sex with was the
natural leader of the group of girls I was hanging
out with. Her name was Brenda. She was a tall
skinny, flat chested girl. She was more or less the
trendsetter of the group. If she dyed her hair
purple the rest of us followed suit.
One evening she and I were hanging out at the
mall as usual. She was talking to me in a soft voice
so that passersby would not hear her rude comments
about the way the women and girls looked. I
changed the subject by asking her if she had ever
had sex with another female.
She gave me a strange look and said that she
only had sex with women. She added that she really
liked getting in bed with women that thought of
themselves as straight. You know the preppy type
bitches that look down their noses at girls like us.
I asked her what it was like to have sex with a
female.
Brenda said, "There is only one way to find out!
Do you want to come home with me and find out?"
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she
could hear it. I told her that I wanted to find out.
We had been sitting on the rim of the goldfish
pond. She simply stood up and headed for the
nearest exit. We caught the local bus and sat in the
back of the bus. We took pleasure in the
disapproving looks of the straight people as we
worked our way to the back of the bus. It was only
a fifteen minute ride to the bus stop near her home.
It was just a couple of blocks to the street where
her family lived.
I had never been to her home before. When
we entered the house I was struck by the smells.
There was a strong smell of stale cigarette smoke,
onions and dust. The furniture was mismatched,
worn and the house just didn't look appealing. Her
mother was sitting at the dining table in a stained
slip and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was messy and she
was smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She
hardly looked up as she acknowledged our presence
as we headed for Brenda's bedroom.
Her room was a mess. The bed was unmade
and the sheets were wrinkled. The furniture was
cluttered and dusty. Clothes were scattered all over
the place, and walls were covered with magazine
pictures of people she admired like punk bands. The
interesting thing was the number of pictures she had
of K D Lang. The largest picture was of her riding a
Harley Davidson with a sexy woman riding behind
her. It had never dawned on me that she was a
lesbian before.
As soon as she had closed the door behind us,
she turned on her cheap little stereo. She wanted
to dance with me. There was not much room for
that. She started kissing me and feeling me up like
guys did. It was strangely exciting the way she did
it. There was the forbidden aspect of it all, and the
possibility that her mother might walk in on us. The
next thing she did was start removing her clothes.
She didn't have a bra on but like me she really didn't
need one. She didn't shave either. When she lifted
her arms to pull off her two black and white
undershirts I saw her armpit hair and smelled them.
She even had on black underpants. When I say
underpants I'm talking about boxer shorts.
I was about to take my own clothes off, but
she slapped my hands away. She undressed me from
top to bottom. When my arms were over my head
she smelled my pits and licked my underarms. The
feeling of her tongue licking my hairy underarms
tickled me. It was all I could do to stand still. I
felt my pussy start to tinkle. I worried about what
she would think about me wetting my panties.
When she knelt in front of me to pull down my
panties her face was right in front of my pussy. The
white material was stained a little from the fresh
discharge of pee. The front of my panties was
bellowed out by the large amount of hair
underneath. She ran her fingers lightly up and down
the insides of my thighs. She was feeling those
hairs well beyond the limits of my panties. I saw her
nostrils flair out as she inhaled the musky odor of
my cunt. She eventually took hold of the elastic of
my panties and pulled them down my legs. As soon as
the moist material cleared my crotch, Brenda let out
a moan.
"Damn girl you really do have a lot of hair!"
My first reaction to her statement was to
blush from embarrassment. Before I could even
comment on my natural look, she used both hands to
pull the hairs on either side of my pussy to part my
labia. She stuck her nose against my clit and stuck
her tongue into my barrel. No one had ever done
anything like that to me before. I stood there with
my legs spread. She pushed me backwards until I
felt the edge of the bed and sat down. She stood
over me and physically picked me up and placed me
on the bed face down like a Muslim praying. She
placed her hand on my butt and stroked my ass for a
moment before she slipped her hand between my
legs. She stroked my vulva before she stuck her
thumb in my pussy. When she started jilling me her
fingers were bumping into my clitoris. Before long I
was wiggling my butt around in pure ecstasy. My
moans of pleasure were being muffled by the pillow
on her bed. It was thrilling the way she was
masturbating me. I swear that when I came, I could
feel liquid trickling from my pubic hairs down my
inner thigh. When she withdrew her hand I
stretched out and rolled over, in time to witness
Brenda sticking her thumb into her mouth. The
sight of her sucking my juice from her thumb
seemed so erotic to me.
While I was wallowing in my relaxed state
Brenda moved down my body and positioned herself
between my legs. This time it didn't surprise me
when she started rubbing her face into my pussy. It
was a natural reflex to place my hand on the back of
her head and pull her face even tighter against my
pussy.
She was making all kinds of animal sounds. I
was concerned that the noise would draw Brenda's
mother's attention. She seemed to be unconcerned;
apprehension was probably why I took so long to
cum. I closed my eyes and whimpered with my
mouth open with my first orgasm that was not
induced by my own hand. When Benda was satisfied
that I was finished cumming she sat up in front of
me. She struggled to pull down those black boxer
shorts. Of course she was unshaven, but her brown
hair was nowhere as thick as mine.
I had been attracted to her personality just as
much as the rest of her groupies. I even emulated
her fashion of dress. Seeing her naked for the first
time also made me aware of how sexy I thought her
body was. Her slender body didn't look like the big
breasted women that men admire so much. Her
figure looked like a runner. As small as her breasts
were, her areolas covered almost her entire tits.
When she finished removing her underwear I saw
that the ligaments attaching her legs to her pubic
bone, created shadows in the hollows created. I
couldn't resist sitting up and gathering her into my
arms and kissing her passionately. Smelling the odor
of my pussy juice on her face just made the kiss all
the more erotic. I ran my hand down the front of
her hard body. I ran my fingers through her pubic
hair until I reached her protruding hooded clit.
I rolled her clit between my fingers slowly.
When she leaned backwards and straightened out
her legs I hung onto her waist and followed her.
Now it was my turn to taste pussy. The natural
smell of her pussy and the heat of her flesh made
my mouth water. Any reservations I might have had
about putting my mouth on her hairy pussy were over
ridden by my desire to find out what it would taste
like. I moved my head so close that my nose was
actually touching her pubic hair. She smell filled my
nose. I knew that the smell would linger in my
memory the rest of my life. I licked the tip of her
clit. The firm tip was slimy with her juices.
Touching her clit caused Brenda to quiver.
Brenda grabbed hands full of my pageboy hair
and pulled my face against her pussy so hard that
my nose was flattened against her pubic bone. Her
labia spread out to accommodate my face. I felt
like I was sticking my face into a warm fleshy gas
mask with a hairy muffler ringing it. I stuck my
tongue into her barrel and wiggled my tongue around
in it until she exclaimed, "I'M CUMMIMG...!"
We lay together while we rested. Eventually
we had to get dressed and she walked me to the
door so that I could go home. Her mother gave me a
strange look as we passed her. It was a knowing
look. I could not tell if she was repulsed by me or
not.
I went home with Brenda every day for the
rest of the week. If anything the sex got nastier.
She licked my asshole in preparation of having me
stick my tongue in her asshole. The more I had sex
with her the more I wanted to please her. One
afternoon our little group was hanging out in the mall
late at night. The mall was almost empty. There
were only a few patrons that were making their way
towards the exits. The mall security was making
their way through the place to ensure no one was
hiding in bathrooms and store managers were
clearing their stores and locking up. It was a warm
summer's evening so we gathered out front near the
bus stop.
There was an attractive middle aged woman
sitting on the bench in the partially enclosure area.
Brenda had the girls form a semicircle to prevent
any passing cars from seeing what was going on.
Then she told me to drop my pants and flash the
women.
I hardly even thought about what she was
asking me to do before I unfastened my pants. I
turned my back to the woman and pulled my pants
and panties down to my knees before bending over.
I was looking under my arm at her to see what she
was doing. Brenda stood beside me and spread my
butt cheeks to enable the woman to get a good look
at my hairy asshole and pussy. She even wiped her
finger up and down from my clit to my asshole
several times and then putting her fingers into my
mouth.
The woman had a shocked look and her eyes
glanced around furtively as if she was afraid people
were watching or seeking a way to escape. Brenda
backed me up until my ass was close enough to the
woman that she could touch me. It shocked me
when the woman took hold of my hips and buried her
face between the cheeks of my ass. The woman
lapped at my pussy and asshole for awhile. When
the public transportation pulled into the parking lot,
our little game came to an end. I pulled up my pants
and fastened them before the bus came to a stop in
front of us.
Our group joined the woman on the bus. All of
us went to the back of the bus. The woman sat
facing me and Brenda sat next to her. I could not
hear their conversation. The woman kept looking at
me. Brenda handed her a business card and told her
something. I spent a lot of time that night thinking
about what I had done. The prospect of being seen
had added to the excitement of the act.
The next day when I hooked up with Brenda I
had to ask her if it was normal to get so excited
doing things in public places. She assured me that it
can be a rush to perform sex in public places where
you run the risk of getting caught. We discussed
the added thrill of having sex with straight women.
She told me that she might get a call from the
woman at the bus stop. I had to think about the
prospect of actually having sex with that woman.
The next day Brenda caught me on the way to
school and handed me a slip of paper with an address
and instructions to take the 386 bus to Avenue H
and go west to Miller Street and north to #1035. I
had all day to think about doing what Brenda told me
to do. I didn't have to be there until six in the
evening. I was going to have at least three hours to
kill. After school I hooked up with Brenda and we
did a little window shopping before Brenda bought us
dinner. She gave me a kiss and put me on the bus in
plenty of time to get to my destination.
As I approached the house I couldn't help
notice that it was a small single story bungalow.
When I rang the doorbell I could see the shadow
figure of someone approaching through the frosted
beveled glass panels in the door. When the door
opened I recognized the women from the bus stop.
The woman greeted me and invited me in.
She told me, "We were not properly introduced
the other night! My name is Lisa! What is your
name dear?"
I took her outstretched hand and said, "My
name is Roberta but my friends call me Bobby!"
She smiled at me and led me to her living room.
She saw me looking at the family photographs. She
told me they were of her family. She told me all
about her short marriage and moving here and living
in a cheap boarding house until she had saved enough
money to qualify for a home loan on this house. She
had discovered that she preferred the company of
women.
I found it interesting that she looked like the
average middle-aged housewife. To see her sitting
there in a polished cotton dress you would never
suspect that she was a lesbian. She had on a yellow
gingham dress with a tight fitting scooping bodice
that accented her breasts. The skirt was full and
pleated. She had on nylons that were a little dark
and three inch pumps. Her brown hair was a little
longer than shoulder length, soft with a slight wave.
She had just enough lipstick on to add color to her
lips. She could have been the mother of a girl my
age.
I felt comfortable in her presence. She was
not disturbed by my gothic look. She looked like she
even admired my willingness to be different. Most
adults were turned off by the black eye shadow,
lipstick and the ragged black clothes. While she was
telling me her story she was cradling me in her arm.
She was using the other hand to feel me up. She
was pulling my ripped jersey out of my pants and
running her hand up my body. We both let out a
soft moan when her hand touched my tender nipples.
She seemed to be turned on by the small size of my
breasts.
She slowly pulled the jersey up and over my
head exposing my body to the waist. When I lifted
my arms so that she could pull the jersey over my
head she saw just how hairy my pits were. She just
had to feel them. She twisted the hairs around her
finger into ringlets. She smelled my pits and licked
them. It was very ticklish. I only got to relax when
she started sucking on my little nipples.
While she was sucking on my nipples she
started unbuckling the studded belt in my tight
black jeans. Then she tugged at the buttons on the
pants to release them. I had on old black canvas
high top tennis shoes without socks or shoelaces. I
knew that my shoes had to come off first or the
jeans would never fit over them. I used my toes to
hook the heels of my shoes to pry them off. I also
had to arch my body against the back of the couch
to lift my butt up enough for her to get the pants
down along with my panties. When she got them
below my knees I kicked them free of my feet.
I was sitting there totally naked. Lisa took the
opportunity to admire my young body. She was
fascinated with the amount of hair on my pussy.
There were also long hairs on my legs. Lisa started
feeling the thick mat of dark hair covering my pussy.
I was breathing hard because she was stimulating
me. At that time she must have felt the need to
have me play with her body too.
She sat back and reached into the top of her
dress and pulled her breasts out one at a time. I
can only tell that the sight of her large breasts with
the mauve areolas the size of coffee cup coasters
and grape sized nipples turned me on. I couldn't
resist placing both hands on them. They were soft
to the touch. They were also warm to the touch.
Lisa reached behind her back and unfastened
the catch and pulled down the zipper. Then she
pulled the shoulder straps off of her shoulders. The
dress fell into her lap, revealing the fact that she
didn't have a slip or bra on. Those lovely breasts
sagged under their own weight. Sitting close to her
allowed me to smell her perfume. Even I could tell
that her fragrance was Obsession by Calvin Klein. I
buried my face between those lovely tits and
enjoyed the fragrance.
She bridged her body up long enough to pull the
dress out from under her butt. When the dress
cleared the couch it fell to the floor in a starched
pile around her feet. Her white panties were next.
She left her self supporting nylons and pumps on.
That made her nudity all the more erotic. Like most
of the women I knew her underarms were shaved.
Her vulva was unshaved but she did not have an
excessive amount of hair. When she sat back down
next to me I started rubbing her pussy while I
sucked on her tits.
Lisa continued to rub my pussy at some point
she became so horny that she picked me up and sat
me on the end of her couch with my head resting on
the overstuffed arm of the couch. She took hold of
my legs and lifted them up into the air to expose my
crouch to her. I had never seen a person so turned
on by a hairy crotch before. She was actually
salivating as she placed her mouth on my hairy cunt.
She was not satisfied with just eating my pussy.
She sought out my hairy asshole with her tongue and
rimmed me until I actually cum. I was so turned on
my juices were dripping. Her nose was covered with
cum.
I eventually had to get dressed and go home. I
knew that my body and clothes smelled of Obsession.
I deliberately avoided getting too close to my
parents until I had a chance to shower and change
clothes.
Brenda called my cell phone that night after I
went to bed. We talked about what had taken place.
We masturbated while I told her about everything
Lisa and I had done. She insisted that I meet her
after school.
After school Brenda and I met and we caught a
bus together. While we were on the bus she
explained that she wanted me to meet her high
school English Literature teacher. She was telling
me that next year she would be in college and she
wanted to make sure that I was taken care of when
I entered high school. When the bus reached the
edge of town we got off at a rural cross road. We
had to walk a half mile to reach a dirt driveway that
led us to an old rural farmhouse. I wondered why a
school teacher would prefer to live so far away from
town.
When we approached the house a dog's barking
alerted any inhabitant that company was
approaching. The woman that opened the door was a
nice looking woman that may have been about 40-
iears old. She was a slender, sandy haired woman.
She was dressed like most teachers I had seen.
Obviously she had just gotten home from
school herself. She didn't have much makeup on.
She had on a simple skirt and blouse that covered
her arms. There was obviously a suit jacket that
matched the skirt that had been removed. She had
on a simple string of pearls and comfortable low heel
shoes. When she saw Brenda and me she gave us a
warm smile. She greeted Brenda with a big hug and
a kiss right on the mouth. She took hold of my hand
and asked Brenda, "Who is this charming girl?"
Brenda said, "This is my new girlfriend, Angie.
She will be a freshman next year. I want her to
take your English Lit class and become one of your
protégées!"
She took hold of both of my hands and pulled
me close to her as she smiled at me and said, "My
name is Wilma Willamer. I'm sure that we are going
to be very good friends my dear!"
With that she led us inside of her house. It
was furnished nicely and book shelves were full of
well read books. I could tell by the worn condition
that these books were not just for aesthetics.
There were books scattered around with markers
indicating that they were being used as comparative
references. She continued to lead us to another
room that was obviously where she entertained
guests. She insisted on getting us something to
drink. We spent a little time getting to know about
each other while we drank our tea.
Wilma admitted that her close friends called
her Will. She selected some erotic lesbian poems to
read to us. While she was reading Brenda sat me
between her legs and started feeling me up. She
was also removing my clothes as the poems were
read. There came a point when Wilma stopped
reading and stood there in front of us and removed
all of her clothes. I was enthralled by the sight of
this magnificent woman. Considering that she was a
slender woman her breasts were large. They didn't
need a bra because they did not sag much at all.
Her areolas were just a shade pinker than her flesh.
I would have suspected that she had breast implants
if was not able to see that there were no surgery
scars around the nipples, under her breasts or her
underarms. Like so many women that have sun
bleached hair her pubic hair was a much darker
brown, not that she had an excessive amount of
pubic hair. When she was down to just self
supporting nylons and heels, she picked up her book
and returned to reading the erotic poems.
While she was reading the poems Brenda was
also removing her clothes, at least down to her
waist. Wilma was massaging her pussy while she
read out loud. Having my girlfriend playing with my
pussy, while listening to poems about the beauty of
women making love to each other, and looking at a
grown woman rubbing her pussy, was enough to make
my mouth water. Wilma was moving closer between
my legs. She was so close I could smell her pussy.
I had become addicted to the smell of pussy by
then. I placed my hands on her wide hips and pulled
her against my face. When I started sucking on her
pussy Wilma stopped reading. She dropped her book
onto the floor, and placed her hands on my head,
while she emitted animal sounds. I was also being
masturbated to a climax of my own.
Brenda swung her leg over my back so that she
could stand up to finish getting undressed. They
pulled me off of the couch and placed me on the
floor. Brenda knelt over my head facing my feet.
My jaw ached from sucking Wilma's pussy. There
was no thought about complaining. I started sucking
her pussy wildly. Wilma lay on the floor between my
legs, so that she could inspect my hairy pussy.
She combed my pubic hair with her fingernails
until she had parted the hairs away from my pussy.
I heard her proclaim, "I can honestly say I have
never seen a girl as young as you that had so much
pubic hair." She licked the hair until it was all
plastered to my flesh. She sucked my labia into her
mouth and pulled her head back, stretching the skin
as far as she could. She used her thumb to rub my
clit while she explored my barrel with her tongue.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better
Wilma stuck her index-finger of her other hand
right into my asshole. I was suffering from oxygen
deprivation from the pussy covering my mouth and
nose as I started quivering through a climax.
I was hooked. When Brenda graduated and
went away to college I became the sex slave of
Wilma. I took English Literature all four years of
high school. I spent many a night between Wilma's
legs while she read to me. I just loved to suck pussy
in iambic pentameter while listening to her read
poems.
There was nothing monogamous about her. She
would have parties that included other young girls
that were shaved clean or too young to even have
pubic hair. She also included other adult women. At
these parties I was often the center of attention
because of all of the hair I sported under my arms
and between my legs. There was many a party that
women or girls would be licking both of my pits while
two more would be sucking my tits. I had started
sprouting hairs ringing my areolas. The most
dominant woman there would be down there sucking
my pussy and finger fucking my asshole.
Before I graduated from high school I had my
nipples pierced so that I could put tit jewelry over
my areolas and hold them in place with nipple bolts.
Sometimes I would suspend a chain between my
nipples to allow women to lead me around like a
puppy. Before I went away to college I had a
portrait of Wilma tattooed on my ass. That was my
way of letting all future women know I was the
property of Wilma.
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