Hair To Stay Erotica

Marion entered her bath with an intake of breath. It was extremely hot, the water in this large tub, freshly-inserted off the roaring fire by her most trusted aide and friend, Gwendolyn, or “Gwen” as she had come to call her. She sucked in her breath as she sat, the water now covering the thick patch of fleecy fur around her private parts and now, breathlessly assaulting her generous breasts as she sank into the depths. The steam rose and hit her nostrils with a cleansing feeling, allowing her a moment of fantasy, imagining herself lying in a warm tropical paradise, unable to see a thing. At these times, she was also prone to beholding some knight appearing gradually out of the mist, who would approach her and reach a hand down to caress her needy breasts, hot with passion. She felt her juices arouse as these thoughts once again entered her consciousness and her hand drifted towards her fleecy bush. Since her husband had left for the Crusades, 2 years ago, these fantasies had increased in ferocity and occurrence. As she touched herself, she heard footsteps.

“Is it warm enough, dear lady?”, she heard Gwen ask.

“Oh yes, Gwen, it is heavenly. I love it and thank you. You always take such good care of me. I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve you,” Marion smiled in return. “You do realize, you owe me a scrub of my back for my introducing that gorgeous knight to you yesterday.” Marion smiled at her, devilishly. “And how did that go?”

“Oh my lady, I am ashamed to say it went a bit farther than I had expected,” she responded demurely. Nothing followed, a pregnant silence ensued.

“Well?? Details girl, I need details,” laughed Marion. “And please remember my back. I want to hear everything.”

As Gwen placed her hand in the water, she noticed Marion’s hand was at her pussy. No doubt dreaming about sex, Gwen thought, and who could blame her. Ripe and ready for plucking, the war had robbed her of pleasure. Gwen began her story, running her hands slowly up Marion’s back with her cloth, occasionally running it under Marion’s hirsute armpits, lingering there, then under her breasts as well. Marion had always enjoyed some innocent sexual play and Gwen also enjoyed her amazing responsive skin and unresisting responses.

She told about the evening close by Marion’s ear in a husky voice, relating as how the knight in question had met her by the pond in the shade of the late afternoon. He had been a gentleman and they had chatted briefly, then arranged to meet later at night. He had seemed to like her and she had seen much promise in his masculine manners and sharp good looks. That he had many women did not bother Gwen. After all, she had her own needs and he certainly filled them out well.

Meeting again at the fountain, they had walked along the edge of it, now hand in hand. He had turned her to him and then embraced her in a very bold and surprising move, taking her breath at its sudden forwardness yet thrilling her from head to toe.

“Oh, yes, Gwen. Oh my, dear, your story is exciting me. God, please continue,” breathed Marion, her hand fully cupping her pussy now, the hairy patch visible through the water as well as her hand, a finger missing and seemingly lost inside. Gwen was also affected now, her own nipples straining against her bodice, perked up and alive again.

“Well, he kissed me, then lifted my dress, as if I were a whore,” stated Gwen. “It made me feel the most amazing thing: I wanted to be one then! And just for him! I wanted him suddenly to tell me what he wanted, even something outrageous!”

Marion moaned now, silently listening but otherwise very occupied with her fuzzy bush and her fingers. “Wash my breasts, Gwen.” she breathed.

Gwen accommodated Marion, lifting them and cupping them to welcome moans of pleasure. She grabbed them tighter in order to get better access with her cloth when the door burst open in a loud crash. There at the door was her knight, Adrien!!

He looked at the tableau before him and he blinked furiously, amazed at the tenderness and sexual heat in the room. “Gwen,” he blurted,”I wanted to see you again. I am so sorry to interrupt,” he stated, bowing to them both. “Please forgive my audacity. I am a clumsy oaf!” As he said the words, his eyes rested on Marion’s breasts. They stayed locked there, in full view of both ladies, affecting their own statements next.

“Adrien! Oh my goodness,” a surprised Gwen blurted out. “I don’t know what to say. Um, um, Marion, I am sooo sorry!” Her eyes filled with tears at the absurd conflict she faced.

Marion smiled at Gwen, the her eyes took in this specimen of manhood which had landed on her doorstep. She became reckless as she had been quite close to an orgasm during the telling of Gwen’s tale of lust.

“I think we are all adults here, Gwen, it’s quite all right. And, my dear Adrien, you are as handsome and fetching as Gwen has stated. I have a unique proposal for us to consider in this moment of our discomfort.” she smiled, saying that, fomenting a small plan. She sat up, her beautiful breasts highlighted by a ray of sun streaming in through the window. She was well-aware of their effect on the staring Adrien and she used it, putting her hands to them again and squeezing just a bit wantonly. She posed like that, knowing Gwen was staring at her brazenness as well.

“Gwen, take off your dress,” she ordered, a lady’s command never rejected. She fully intended to abuse her power for just this one time. Bowing, a devilish look exchanged between them, Gwendolyn did as bidden. Her dress lifted over her head, her fleecy and furry armpits revealing a soft blond texture, her pussy a thick mat of gleaming blond hair, Gwen stood, completely nude.

“Adrien, come closer,” asked Marion. He obeyed, taken completely by the situation. “Touch her again, like you did last night. I want to watch it myself.”

Adrien’s hand went to Gwen’s furry crotch, cupping it in his huge hand. Gwen looked small and obedient as her breasts heaved in response, as if prodded by cold steel. “Put your finger inside her, Adrien,” directed Marion. It was getting warmer by the second. Then Marion arose from her bath, dripping wet, her fleecy and unshorn mound showing it;s own beauty, brown, thick and also glistening wet.

Gwen was nearly shaking from the passionate manipulations of her hairy pussy by her Adrien. She looked as if in another world, compliant as always, but in some unimaginable sexual world in her mind. As Marion approached, she reached to the same area as Adrien, stroking Gwen’s moist pussy, her hand now coupled with Adrien’s in a hot mutuality. His hand felt unimaginably good to Marion. She raise her hand now to her breasts, taking each nipple in either hand and manipulating. Gwen let out a small scream as Marion pinched them both at the same time. Looking aside, directly into Adrien’s eyes she said:

“Take out your cock, my knight,” she purred.

Adrien complied, removing the layers of trousers, his underthings, standing nude aside Marion. She reached down and grabbed hold of his stiff cock with a warm and soft hand. Adrien’s cock jumped in her hand, electrified. “Gwen, I officially apologize, but I have never seen anything so lovely,” whispered Marion and she went to her knees before them both. Still grasping Adrien’s hard dick in her hand, she leaned forward, licking around its uncut tip. His own hair there was as matted and as thick as theirs, reeking now of Gwen’s odors from last night’s sexuality and now filling her nostrils with pure sexual energy. She lowered her head onto it and swallowed it whole.

Adrien let out a great groan of the most intense pleasure, raw and animalisticly gutteral. His hand gripped Gwen’s furry pussy with more strength, making her cry out as well, while Marion, below, slurped in saliva-drenched droolings, her spit drooping from his incredibly wet cock, then landing on her hairy pussy below her. This went on for some time as Marion’s greedy slurpings and hungry mouth stayed imbedded in Adrien’s hairy crotch.

Marion stood now, her hand firmly grasping Adrien’s raging hard on. He other grabbed Adrien’s free hand and led it to her own thick mound of furry hair, placing his hand exactly on her slit and forcing his finger inside. She rode him luxuriously as he fingered them both. This went on for minutes, as the various moans and sounds emanated like a stock yard in heat.

Finally, Marion jacked him off and then bent over, grabbing her ankles and yelling, “Fuck me now, Adrien, hard!”

Adrien kept his hand in Gwen’s hot fleecy bush and turned slightly to raise his dick to the welcoming spread ass offered to him by the lady of the manor. He slid his dick inside her hairy muff and began pistonning it inside in a brutally rapid manner, slapping against Marion’s ass with power and lust. Marion was moaning and grimly silent, enduring this incredibly pleasurable fucking from this big strong knight with his substantial cock. His well-muscled hairy body plunged himself inside repeatedly, causing her to growl and moan in response, Gwen began to cum in his other hand. Her body wracked in convulsions, her hairy cunt filling his hand with her juices, making a sloppier sound from his ministrations. The air reeked with pussy and sweat and sex. With a final lunge, Adrien drained his balls inside Marion, convulsing herself now, shrieking like a banshee in heat. As his incredible load of cum entered her, she gasped, voiceless. She had become literally impaled in a small death, silently enduring an orgasmic sensation she had no idea was even possible.

The group orgasmed as one, a mass of moans and hot orgasmic relief. The air crackled with passion as they slowly and surely subsided, panting, worn out and utterly awed by what had just occurred.

“Oh, my,” gasped Marion, the first to catch her breath. “So what will we do tonight? Is everyone free?” She smiled as the laughing began.