Hair To Stay Erotica

The dull hum of the nearby blower in his ear, Earl continued raking in the small bed nearest the house, clearing leaves, seedlings and other Springtime debris off the bark mulch. Gorgeous huge Douglas Firs stretched upwards, towering above and providing a canopy of protection against the incessant misty rain on this late Winter day. Earl kept up a steady rhythm, making small piles to come back and manually collect for disposal later at the dump. The freshness of the air was invigorating to him and allowed his well-muscled frame to easily complete these menial garden tasks with some actual pleasure.

As Earl brushed the mulch nearer the house, he passed the window of the Hanson’s living room. A shadow passed across the window, and Earl jumped back to avoid discovery. Funny how these rich people inspired a feeling of a “necessary anonymity” in their help. Earl immediately resented his own impulses. “Fucking rich mother fuckers.” he muttered under his breath. He peered again inside, looking for a pleasant and typically well-arranged vista of tidy furniture and fixings. As he did, he noticed the lady of the house, Daphne, at a desk, typing. She reached up and adjusted what appeared to be a camera and then he got a wallop to the gut. Daphne then proceeded to remove her top. Indeed, she pulled it completely off and sat in front of her screen, topless, her gorgeously ripe breasts protruding as she ran her hands across them, then cupped them for what had to be some lucky onlooker. Fascinated, Earl stood frozen to the spot. Daphne stood up, once again taking care to adjust the setting on her little camera above her screen. “Fuck!”, Earl exclaimed under his breath.

She stripped now. Rotating, seemingly to provide a full view of herself, she began taking everything off. She removed her pj bottoms, revealing a pair of white thing panties, tufts of blonde hair sticking from the sides in the front, as apparent and full-looking as any quim he had ever seen.

She bent over now, her breasts hanging heavily to her front and slid them off. She had turned her back to the camera, providing Earl with a full frontal view. Her hand went down to herself, stroking this dense blonde mat of pubic hair and literally making a finger disappear inside her pussy. It was getting pretty damned warm outside. He continued watching intently, unbelieving, as she turned to the camera and picked up a toy, a huge dildo which she evidently posed at the camera with and began sucking, running it over her lips, down to her breasts, then bending in to the camera and plunging it into her mouth. Earl had had enough. The stripping had been one thing, but his cock had just about erupted from his pants in an explosion of cement-like hardness when he saw her underarms were as hairy and dense as his own. He did not know why, maybe just the sense of her lack of a plastic sense of social mores, but he saw this rebellious and amazing “flaw” in this incredibly heated performing houeswife as an amazingly erotic thing. He watched closer now, moving right to the window itself as she again began paying attention to her fleecy muff, her thick blonde mat of pubic hair noew glistening with the moisture from her hot wet pussy.

“That’s it, fuck it, I’m going to get me some of that,” Earl breathed heavily and he left the window for the rear door, opening it and entering silently. His brazenness was accompanied by an inflamed cock and the sense of ownership of this hot hairy-muffed rich bitch. Earl was ready to push his way right inside that incredibly fuzzy pussy, whether she wanted it or not. He felt emboldened by her vulnerability, like a cave man, motivated by the smell of hormones.

Earl entered the living room as he watched her dildoing her hairy snatch. He took off his shirt, dressed in jeans alone, he approached her. Her moans were loud in that room and she was obviously deep inside a sexy heat, masturbating now for someone, maybe even more than one, the curly tight matt of her bush driving him forward. Earl unzipped his pants, pulling out a very hard cock. He stroked it for a few seconds withing mere feet of this vision of hot, hairy self abuse. She had begun cumming, her body wracked with her orgasm and her plaintive screams of ecstasy eking out of pursed lips, grim in their purpose and ecstatic in their accomplishment. Earl closed in, grabbed her head by the hair and forcefully turned her, his cock inches away from her face. She squeaked out a barely-discernible scream as Earl grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and he forced her lips to his hard cock. “Suck it.” he whispered, forcefully. She looked up helplessly and opened her mouth. Her legs wide apart, the dildo still inside her, gripped in her hand, her passion still at a peak from the masturbating, Earl’s timing was perfect.

Earl pulled her head and face to him and forced it all the way down her throat. Daphne choked as Earl pressed her there and reached his hand down and extracted the dildo. He replaced the dildo with his own fingers, using two to sink them in between the gorgeous bushy mat of fleecy pubes. His delight at feeling her muff was intensified as he pulled her hands away from his cock with his other hand and raised them above her head. He looked in mad lust as her armpits virtually glowed with the thickest underarm hair.

Her hands above her head, Earl’s dick in her mouth, his other hand inside her hairy pussy, Earl kept the tableau intact as she moaned helplessly and began sucking back on his heavy johnson. She now participated fully, sucking and moving her head back and forth willingly, even faster as Earl controlled her head and her movements. Earl then popped out his cock and turned her around, facing him. She sat, quivering, and asked: “What d-d-do you want me to do?”

“Spread your legs, you hairyass bitch,’ Earl breathed. “Open up for your first real fucking.” Earl then grabbed her seat and, pulling her to him, nearly off the chair, he forcefully spread her compliant and obedient legs. She mumbled a small reply which he took for “Yes”, spreading for him. He slid his now enormous cock down her hairy slit. “You don’t shave do you, you hairy slut. Your armpits look like the fucking Russian Army and your pussy like some Grizzly Bear. Fuck, it turns me on. I’m going to use you like a whore.” He plunged his cock repeatedly inside that hot hairy cunt. She bounced under him, her ass occasionally hitting the seat as his strong arms lifted her nearly into space, holding her at the perfect angle for drilling. He was enjoying this, hugely. She was all his.

Earl removed his cock, taking it all the way out as she whimpered beneath him, looking up at him expectantly, her big eyes fixed on his, her mouth silent, slightly ajar as he saw pulsations of lust course through her. He stood before her, stroking himself. She reached out for it. Earl slapped her hand away and made her sit, a sexual tension all about them, the smell of her hairy cunt and their sex palpable in the room.

He raised her from her seat, his hands embedded in her armpits, the glorious feeling of fleece and downy hair enveloping his sensitive fingers. Turning her around, he made her face go to her camera. He looked, placing her directly in line, saying, “Stay there. Don’t move. Let’s see how your audience likes watching you get yourself reamed out.” Standing behind her, he slid his fingers, still greasy from her hairy muff, up the crack of her ass, finding her asshole. Reaching under her, she moved in concert with his ministrations, wiggling her ass to match his pressure, He stuck his wet thumb into her asshole, evincing a small gulp from her, then a moan. Plunging it deeper, she moved back into him, sitting on his thumb. He could feel the tickle from her hairy cunt oin his hand. It inflamed him more. He placed his cock at her portal, her asshole would be tight, he knew. He slid it inside and she moaned. Gathering depth, he plunged it deeper and she screamed, her face a rictus of pain and pleasure and he began pumping her. She was nearly silent now, bearing a new sensation, a sensation of being torn apart by an invading cock. Earl slammed her ass, his voice rising with his own heat. “You love it, don’t you, you hairy bitch.”

“Yes. oh God, I do, Earl”, she moaned back.

“Louder, slut, do you like it? Beg me for it!”

“Oh, please, fuck my ass. Make it hurt, Earl. Oh God I have never felt this way my entire life. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!”

Earl buried his cock to the hilt in her ass. He felt the oncoming rush, his balls tightening. He wanted it to last forever, but he could no longer control himself. He fucked her faster now, and deeper. Finally, with a monstrous plunge, violent and deep, Earl began spewing cum in her ass. He spurted, then spurted more in huge dollops, making her hairy bottom feel just liquid, the ease of the entry now like unimpeded whatsoever. He burst more and held it, finished, tight inside her as he realized she had cum repeatedly and was still in the throes of another orgasm. She shook on his dick, her pussy hair glistening with cum and her own juices. He waited, his dick buried, as she finished. Finally, pulling it out, he stood back, looking at his triumph. Bent over unmoving as if to savor the moment, this slut’s cunt hair was dripping. Liquids poured from her pubic hair onto the floor beneath them. He reached his hand in and she jumped at his touch. Her mat of blonde thick hair was hot to the touch and absolutely drenching wet.

Finally, he turned her around and made her sit again, still in control. Holding his cock to her face, he growled, “Clean it up.” She looked up, blinked, opened her mouth and took him in again.