This visit, however, had put a bit of arch in her eyebrow when she noticed the attending party. It was Josh, one of the older students who had finished his military tour and who had returned to college to get a degree. One of her more mature students, Cindy had more than once noticed his muscular good looks during class, even to the extent of literally finding herself staring at him during an exam, with the entire room quiet as a mouse. He had looked up at the time, catching her eyes staring, and had smiled. Somewhat flustered, she had smiled back, but the image had lingered for her in the privacy of her apartment. causing more than one session with Mr. Plastic.

But Josh was also one her brightest students as well. He brought a fresh look to old dilemmas, always offering these offbeat but amazingly relevant observations. He had a touch of the anarchist in him and she thought it was really intriguing. She frankly liked him. This was a meeting she was actually looking forward to.

He heard a knock at her office door, peered out into the hallway and saw Josh, waiting,. notebooks in hand. She experienced a strange rush of feelings as she smiled and welcomed him inside. She locked her office door as was almost never her trait with these meetings, returned to her seat and sat down. “Josh, please have a seat. Nice to see you,” she smiled.

“Thanks, Cindy,” Josh uttered and took his seat, next to her in the cramped space. They sat side by side. “I wanted to ask if you would be a sponsor for me when I apply for University. I need someone in the staff to recommend me. I hope you realize I value your class and your position. Do you think it would be possible?”

“Josh, I would be delighted,” Cindy replied. “The fact is, you are one of my best students. I really value your contributions to the class. They make it more spontaneous and encourage others to speak up who probably wouldn’t without someone like you stating your piece. The class you are in has become my favorite class of the day. Yes,” Cindy, continued, “I would be more than happy to help.”

Josh smiled widely. “Cool, then! I’ll bring the papers and what I need for you on Monday. I can’t thank you enough.” He got up as to leave.

Cindy placed her hand in his arm instead, stopping him momentarily. She was acting impulsively, she knew, but something anarchistic inside herself ruled her better judgment. “Wait, Josh, can we talk for a moment?” Her hand remained on Josh’s rippled and muscular arm as if reluctant to leave it. Josh looked at her somewhat surprised, then relaxed. He left her hand there and smiled.

“Yes?” Josh suddenly, as if connecting with her on a deeper level. “I would love spending another moment or two.” His hand covered hers and he smiled, catching a meaningful part of her vision, matching glances with some depth and maybe revealing a revelation of his own, discovering a new part of this formerly staid professor. Josh realized she had needs, suddenly, almost as if she did not own them herself. He became very intrigued and a little hard with all this. It could get interesting. His fingers began the smallest movements, dancing on her hand, then caressing slightly. He leaned in boldly, kissing her full on the lips. He parted, staring at her.

Cindy found herself without words. Usually strong and willful, she suddenly felt at a loss. She looked at him with large eyes, silent, dumbstruck by the revelation of her own urgent need. She was getting very wet, sitting here with this hunk in her office, private and alone together.

“Um, Josh, I, uh…………..” Cindy stammered. She found no words available to her whatsoever. Her face was flushed a deep red and the color spread to her upper chest as Josh stared at her, nearly torturing her now with his good looks and careful caresses. His hand felt like fire.

He saw her need and it inspired his own. This was a scene needing acting out, an enormously delicious bit of sexual energy in action. Josh then raised his hand up and moved it to her breasts, lightly stroking one of her big tits with the back of his hand. She gasped and let him continue. Her breath was hot and uneven as he lifted a finger to her lips, tracing them there. He kissed her again, savoring her hot breath, then leaned back and let his finger roam her mouth again. He pressed a finger inside her mouth which she gratefully sucked, wrapping her lips around them like a starving young calf around a tit.

Josh reached down and grasped the bottom of her sweater, to take it off. Lifting her arms, Cindy felt the delicious texture of nudity as the soft fabric passed her bra less breasts, revealing her entirely topless in front of this hot man. Josh’s hand had immediately gone to her tits, caressing them and kneading them in his hands, then running under her arms where Josh had encountered her unshorn hirsute armpits. She was delighted that her armpit hair apparently pleased Josh, as he toyed there, entwining her hairs within his fingers and lightly tugging. The small pain was delicious and it got a small moan. He tugged harder and the moan was involuntary and louder. Her hairy pits were an erogenous zone for this hot professor, Josh could not help but have noticed. “Take you clothes off, Cindy. All of them,” intoned Josh, boldly.

The idea of being naked and having a man ravish her in the formerly sterile confines of her office inflamed Cindy, just as the thought of having his was with a professor did the same for Josh. Stripped, still standing, she sheepishly regarded the leering Josh, who was staring at her unshaven pussy area. Reaching out, Josh ran a finger up her wet slit as she stood there, compliantly waiting for whatever was next. He seemed fascinated with her hairy bush, running his hands through the hair there, grasping some between his fingers are exciting her beyond measure. He slid his finger under her and pressed one side her as she flinched, noticably startled and affected. She felt her dampness increase, her pussy on fire from his hands playing there.

He sat her back down and, spreading her legs, Josh got between them, his face at her hairy, fleecy crotch, inches away. Cindy grabber her breasts as he did so, squeezing them hard and manipulating them in circles, pinching her nipples, then grabbing them again as Josh lowered his face onto her furry muff. She nearly exploded in an orgasm as his tongue licked at the petals of her sweet pussy, then felt an even greater fire as his tongue entered just inside her orifice there, surrounded my her furry mound. Her moans got louder and she tried to restrain them from the traffic outside their door, but she was having enormous problems with impulse control as his tongue slid squarely onto her clitoris and began a fluttering there, rapidly manipulating it and driving her quite wild. Her legs clenched around Josh’s head as she felt herself near her explosion and she had lost literally all control in her need and urgency to feel more of him, violating and caressing her hairy and oh-so-ready pussy.

Finally, explode she did, in an amazingly violent orgasmic rush, her legs clenching around Josh’s head and face as she came, time after time, waves of delirium affecting her entire body and wracking it with happy spasms.

After showering and shaving, Danny made his way to the convention center for the concert. Still aglow after the office politics, Danny was feeling super. Entering a half hour early, he offered his ticket, got stamped and made his way to the nearest bar. The line was small and Danny got himself a large bourbon and coke, sipping it as he meandered inside the huge hall. Surveying the audience and just people-watching, Danny noticed an amazing range of ages for this concert. Scorpions fans crossed a lot of age ranges, including some gorgeous women. Danny felt a frisky, free sort of feeling tonight, as if the world were coming to him. He went out for his second drink, paid for it, then joined the crowd at the floor level, where the acoustics would be aimed. He wanted to hear it all.

Pressing inside the thick crowd, Danny lodged himself somewhere near dead center, squirming through the crowd until he found a bizarre little opening, apparently “made for him”. There was a couple next to him and a group of appropriately rowdy and fun folks behind. The lights went down and there was an audible hush in the audience as the DJ came on and made a mad introduction for the Scorpions. Suddenly, the music began.

The first song was a raucous hit of theirs, complete with a devastatingly deep bottom beat. Their tall lead guitarist seemed in good form and the beat laid down a very compelling rhythm. Danny was dancing in place, moving himself up and down in time with the hard beat. The crowd was a combination of head-banging and quietly in tune in place. Smiles were all ’round, including a very pretty girl, apparently solo, just in front of Danny. She had a gorgeous behind, Danny noticed and when the song ended, she looked around, catching his eye and smiling. “Great band, eh?” she gushed. Danny smiled back and nodded enthusiastically. She held his eye briefly, then turned back to the front as the band began another ripping tune. Her halter top revealed she had hair under her arms, cute black patches of fine long hairs from obviously never having been shaved. Danny found this erotic for some reason, sort of different, and found it excited him. He wanted to touch them.

Once again, the crowd was into it, absolutely everyone around Danny bouncing in place. The girl to his front raised her hands and also bounced, moving her hips side to side. When she did a 360 in front of Danny, he noticed her ample breasts bouncing as she moved. She again smiled at him and he grinned back his most enormous grin. She grabbed his hands and they danced in place. Danny was suddenly enraptured with this hairy little woman. She held Danny’s hands tightly, then wrapped them around herself, with Danny to her rear. She pressed her behind up against Danny and he felt an unconscious drifting of his own hands to her hips, then her breasts. He boldly moved them to her large, supple tits, cupping them. She leaned back into Danny and let him.

The song ended with Danny and his hirsute honey engaged in their continuing ball of heat, with Danny’s arms around her and his growing cock directly lain inside the crack of her ass inside her very brief shorts. Danny disengaged his hands from her tits, moving them more boldly all over her front, resting finally on her pits. The feel of her body hair was electric to him. She felt his change fro “interested” to “Passionate” at the moment of the touch and she relaxed again in his arms, apparently enjoying the attention to her armpit hair. She was encouraging Danny to get bolder.

The crowd around them was oblivious as the music and beat were deafening and the crowd moved as one. There were others embraced as well, Danny noticed, noting how envious he had often been at their good fortune at concerts past. Evidently, he had found some luck and it was driving him nuts. His cock was rigid as a lead pipe, placed right up the ass crack of his hot new find. She grabbed his hand and pushed it to her front, guiding him as they “danced” in place urgently to the top of her shorts. They were unbuckled and the zipper down. Danny shoved his hands downwards, right into her thick bushy muff. His head now resting on her neck, nuzzling as they moved, he ran his thick hands between her legs and gasped at how bushy she was down there. If her armpit hair had excited Danny, her pussy and the thick furry patch he now had his hands shoved into made him nearly deliriously sexed up. She reached around her back to grab his cock and he kept his ministrations of her hot hairy pussy going. Her hairy snatch was an electric discovery, causing him all sorts of problems with his restricted dick. He left her pussy to unzip, pulling his cock out for her warm and hungry hand, which grabbed Danny and she gasped audibly, leaning her head back with eyes closed and stroking him.

Danny pushed her pants lower to get better access to this fleecy wonder and she shifted position to allow them to fall to the floor beneath them. Then her panties. She was naked below the waist. Danny’s bouncing cock found itself rubbing up and down the crack of her ass, his hands at her hairy pussy delighting in the sensation of such a brazen public experience. He looked down and saw her muff, her fleecy pussy was glistening in the concert’s strobe lighting like diamonds in soil. He could not take much more of this without having relief.

Lifting her with his strong arms, he raised her off the ground. As she rose, Danny moved her very thick pussy patch directly over his cock, straining but happy he worked out at this point in time, easily handing her weight in the throes of his passion. As the music continued its relentless beat, Danny then lowered her onto his hard cock, penetrating her, impaling her by degrees as she sat found herself being blissfully violated. Danny moved her in different directions, his cock now postponing inside her, up and down. She fell into his total control, her mouth in a grim rictus but her hot breath hitting his ear. He could discern her moans in the madness and he began fucking her, her hot hairy pussy gripped around his amazingly hard cock.

On and on amid the fabulous music she found herself propelled up and down. Danny could see her wanton delight and her amazement at the turn of events as well. “Oh my God” she purred constantly in his ear. “Oh God yes.”

Danny’s right hand moved again to her hairy muff, manipulating her clit as his cock rammed into her repeatedly. Then as he lost contact, his hand went back to her waist, lifting her higher and then plunging her back down. He was lifting her off his dick entirely, than bringing her back down forcefully, with her gasps and moans now completely unintelligible.

As the denouement of the song reached a peak, Danny plunged her forcefully back down and held her there, great active spurts of cum filling her hairy snatch like manna in a bowl. She screamed in time with the music, a loud, satisfying wail to Danny as he could see her own juices mixing with his. She had cum too, in unison with her new friend, her body wracked in pleasure and pain as Danny held her forcefully in place and their bodies clenched.

What he found most surprising about aging is how fucking horny he had become. Maybe it was some fear of losing it, he didn’t know. His wife has tuned him out long ago, invested in her social life, selling insurance and real estate. She was developing a career now and she had laughed at Mike for wanting to make less money. Mike had shrugged. He was used to her and he realized their days were numbered. He had a couple of pretty good stand-by’s and they seemed to enjoy that he was relishing this new sexual exploration and energy. “No,” Mike thought to himself, “life is pretty fucking good.”

He passed by a Lingerie store downtown and peered inside. Someone had robbed it a month ago, so it had become a regular stop. A nice-looking lady was arranging phones in the window, full-breasted with a plunging neckline sweater on and gorgeous in the face. Mike started, wincing at how his cock responded like some other puppet on a stick. “My fucking meat puppet,” he laughed to himself. “Little bastard owns me.” It was very early and he had not seen this one before. “Dam, she’s smokin’ hot,” Mike rumbled to himself. “I’d hit it.” As he said it, she leaned in toward the window. Her top was hanging somewhat loose and Mike had the very pleasant vista of two full tits, nearly fully revealed under her baggy top. He could not tear his eyes away.

She looked up, leaning in, and smiled at Mike. She adjusted nothing, just bent there, smiling away and looking into his eyes. Something resonated, Mike could sense a secret communication and he knew exactly what it was. “Fucking A, she wants it,” Mike marvelled. He wondered if he should maybe get inside to ask her out sometime. She sure looked worth the effort.

She raised up suddenly and went to answer what seemed to be a phone. Mike prepared to move on, rearranging his pants which had become somewhat disorderly from his raging hard on. Again, she smiled at him from across the window at her desk. Mike was in wonder at how closely she watched him. Surely this was some bizarre miss. He readied to leave, looking down the street and noticed something in the corner of his vision. She had crossed the room and was opening her door. She leaned out her door and looked at Mike.

“Can I make you a coffee, officer? It looks cold out there and I won’t be opening for almost 2 hours. I could use some company if you don’t mind.” she said smiling and looking radiant. Mike was startled at his quick response.

“Gladly, Ma’am. That sounds perfect!” Mike strolled over, towering over this petite Lingerie saleslady and followed her inside. Stomping his feet at the entry, she bustled forward to a coffee serving area.

“All I have is decaf, sorry, I forgot. I bet a big strong guy like you likes his coffee stiff enough to walk on,” she laughingly blurted.

“No,” laughed Mike right back, ” I like it any old way. Besides, just admiring the view is worth whatever you served.”

That got an appreciative giggle and her face reddened. He could see she was flushing. He wondered why. He took the plunge.

“I’m Mike, not “officer”,” Mike offered.

“Hello, Mike, I am Lisa. Delighted to know you. When I saw you out there, I felt so warm and secure, knowing you look and actually take care to see what’s going in these offices. I’ve watched you before actually.”

“Oh?” Mike’s eyebrows raised inquiringly.

“Oh yes, Mike. You have a gorgeous stride to you. It’s really quite attractive. I have a thing about how men walk. One day I watched you all the way down the street. I actually left the door to go out and see you a bit longer.” She smiled at that, looking up from her work. “You are a nice sight to see, Mike.”

She handed him his coffee, but he made no move towards it. Instead, he reached out under her offered arms and, throwing caution to the wind, he pressed the back of his fingers against her breast. Her intake of breath was sudden but she made no move to change a thing. Mike’s hand took this cue and cupped it then. “You have gorgeous breasts, Lisa,” he said. “You liked me seeing them didn’t you?” Mike curled his fingers, shaping her breasts now in both hands and squeezed. “Is there somewhere more private?”

“Yes,” she said and immediately turned to pace into a small office enclosure. There was a big sofa there, with a desk. She turned at the desk and, looking directly at Mike, she removed her sweater. pulling it over her head. She paused, loking again at Mike. “I’ve dreamt about this, Mike,” she whispered.

Mike set his jacket aside. As he did so, she continued disrobing. He noticed she had unshaven underarms and he found them sexy and bushy. He reached out to touch them, curling them in his fingers.

“I don’t shave. I never have, I hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“No, babe, I love them. Take the rest of your stuff off, I want to look at you” Mike replied and he continued his fascination with her underarm hair. The fleecy softness of it inflamed Mike and as he watched her strip, he could not help but notice she had a very furry patch at her pussy. Her thong panties revealed a mat, a hirsute patch adorning her snatch and he reached for it now. As he did so, she reached for Mike’s cock. They stood in this position for long moments, Lisa running her hand over the front of his pants and allowing Mike free reign in exploring her very bushy pussy with his big hands. His gentle touch coursed through her cunt hair like an electric prod as she jumped more than once as Mike discovered yet another hot spot.

She put both hands now on his dick and Mike pushed her back against the desk. She was totally naked. Mike breathed heavily as her hands undid his fly and released his cock. Her warm touch made him catch his breath. He felt her fuzzy muff with his hand, running fingers all along the outline of her pubic hair, then running back in, now cupping her pussy with his hand, her thick bush tickling his fingers. Her legs caught his hand as she gasped, freezing it there and she began convulsing in orgasm, right in his hands. Her flocculent dense mat of pussy hair now gaining even more moisture as he stood there. She was putty in his hands and it filled with with an insane lust.

She was clearly milking him now and he felt his cock preparing to burst from her amazingly soft warm hands’ ministrations. As he plied his own hand throughout her astounding hairy pussy, he felt himself prepare to release, now impossible to stop. Reluctant to change positions, our hot honey with her hirsute snatch jacked him off. He came in a rush, splashing over her hands like soapy water, the volume amazing him. Spurt after spurt of cum drenched her hands as she bent backwards in Ecstasy at his own fondlings. They both came in a rush of fluids, her thick bush of gorgeous brunette pubic hair completely drenched in his cum and her own.

He had gone to a local bar with Matt, his third base coach, to run down the scouting report for he next game. He had been hailed by quite a few of the locals and had waved back, smiling to phrases like “Go get em, coach!” and “Nice game against Arizona, Coach!”. The cute waitress had batted her eyes at him, drawing some laughter from Matt, a happily married father of 6 who had said: “Uh oh. Major League Bob’s newest conquest.” laughing uproariously. Bob had shrugged and tossed it off as Matt’s usual ribbing, silently enjoying it. They reviewed the report in all seriousness.

But the waitress had been somewhat persistent. Bringing another beer, she had accidentally laid her breasts on Bob’s arm while taking the money and setting the beers down. Smiling up at him, she asked: “Anything else, guys?” Once again, Matt had laughed, the bastard. Bob wrestled with a fleeting image of this gal under him and admitted he liked the notion. But they continued and he forgot about her. Finally leaving the bar, Bob had scanned the place for his flirty little sweetheart but not seen her. He would now go home and relax and the thought pleased him.

At his car, he noticed her parked next to him, crying. Her window down, Bob could hear her deep sobs and the slamming of the driver’s door as a man left the car in an apparent huff. The violence of the door slamming shook him. Pausing and listening to be sure of her condition, Bob sighed and went over. Leaning in, he looked at her closely and asked if she was OK.

“Yes, Bob,” she smiled up at him. “This has been coming for a while. He’s cheated on me since we first met. I knew it, my friends knew it but I kept hoping it would stop, so, like a fool, I stuck with him. He asked me to marry him a week ago and I said not yet. Now you can guess where we are.”

Bob smiled back. “Well, if it;s any consolation, he;s a fool to let you go, Hon,” he said. “I watched you in there tonight. You work hard and you know your business. Plus you are a knockout,” Bob smiled widely. “There’s plenty of other guys who will treat you like a Queen. Forget him, then.” Bob stood up and looked at her. “You look like your stuck. Can I offer you a ride home?”

“Gladly, kind Sir.” replied the gal. “I’m Brenda.” She extended her hand.

Bob shook it and told her his name. They got in Bob’s pickup truck and sped away. On the way, she asked if he could stop for a bite to eat, something to go she could take with her. Bob pulled into a local Sonic, so they could sit while their order was prepared. They ordered and sat, quietly. Bob then felt her hand in his arm. “Bob, I guess I’ll just blurt it out. I find you very attractive. Seeing you’re also a kind man, just makes you more so. I want to thank you for what you said. It made me feel better.”

“Well, that was easy”, said Bob.”You are gorgeous. I would keep you,” he laughed. With that, Brenda leaned upwards and planted a kiss on his cheek. Bob turned and her face did not move. They kissed with more meaning.

“Take me home, Bob,” she whispered. Bob nodded as their food came.

At home, they entered the place and Bob turned her to him immediately. Their passion got inflamed immediately, with hands everywhere on both sides as they French kissed, their tongues wrapping around one another and their bodies emitting an intense sexual heat. Removing her blouse, Bob found a most delicious set of breasts, which he handled, then bent for, removing her top. He nuzzled her nipples, sucking and nipping them with his teeth, finding these delightful spindly hairs around her nipples like a sparse soft orchard. They delighted him for some reason and she responded with guttural moans of pleasure. Quickly, the managed to undress in a trice.

Bob then picked her up, naked, his hard cock seeming to cradle her ass as it sat on his extended erection as he took her to his bedroom. Lying her gently down, he noticed her crotch was extremely thick with the most gorgeous brown pubic hair. It was almost startlingly beautiful, the thickest patch of hair he had ever encountered in a woman. His cock bounced as he reached down for it. he simply had to touch it, to feel it. It looked like the most inviting pussy, somehow, he had ever seen. Her hand gently holding his hard cock, stroking him as he stared, Bob leaned in to nuzzle this furry mat of delight and pleasure. He was rewarded by her sighs, her moans. “Oh, Bob,” she intoned, huskily, “Oh Bob, you feel so good.” Her legs widened apart, giving herself to him in total, asking, no begging, for Bob to have his way.

Bob bent down and put his face between her legs. He licked at her fleecy muff, then lowered his face directly in front of her, scooting around for a better angle, Her hands in his hair, Bob found her most erogenous zone. As he licked the petals of her sweet pussy, she moaned in a long guttural passion, unaware of herself and her own noises. Bob found his way deeper, then inserted his tongue inside her. Her legs widened again, then closed around his shoulders as he probed. She responded to the most minute manipulations. She was so incredibly responsive, Bob was reminded of an electircal prod, she danced so hard in response. Every lick got a sexual comment. He suddenly realized this was new to her. It made him even more determined to give her pleasure.

He stick his finger inside this thick furry patch, deeper into her pussy. She was ecstatic now, totally in his control as she nearly writhed in pleasure from his ministrations. His other finger now joined and he began a rhythmic finger fucking, licking at the tiny clit above her hole as he did. Suddenly, her legs closed dramatically, and she came in a rush, soaking Bob’s lips and face, his fingers inundated. She was cumming in torrents and Bob decided mercy was not now an option. Getting up, his rock hard dick waving in front of him now like a weapon, he lifted her ass off the bed. Still shaking, when Bob’s cock sent itself inside her hairy snatch, she screamed. Her face contorted and drool slid out the side of her gorgeous small mouth as Bob penetrated her deeply. One swift thrust inside, where he kept it, gripping her hips and holding her there. She continued cumming, he could tell. She was out of control now. Bob began pumping her harder.

Fucking her was like riding a cloud of pleasure. Her responses remained hair trigger, her lust a shout to heaven. Bob pistoned his dick in and out of her repeatedly, nearing his own orgasm. She was hopelessly sexed up, nearly incoherent, as Bob repeatedly thrust in and out of her tight hairy pussy. This was a heavenly fuck and Bob was losing it now himself.

At last, Bob thrust as deep as he possibly could. The implications were not lost on Brenda, as she hunched her entire body upwards to meet his lust completely. As Bob came, it was so intense for them both, he nearly passed out. His bursts of cum were like delivering food from heaven, as well s was the sensation of total abandonment of control. They moved as one and Bob’s hot seed poured into her fleecy nethers. He came copiously, just on and on, like it would never stop. She rose to meet every spurt and she reacted as well, as they struck the inside walls oif her white hot pussy. Clenching her legs around Bob, she screamed again, wracked by another set of orgasmic waves, shuddering beneath him. Bob was absolutely awestruck by the degree of intensity. This was another level of sexuality, altogether. He kept his cock buried in her as he slumped over her now, spent and deliriously cummed out.

Barbara Willingsly had been late yet again on her rent. This time, she was a month behind. As a truism in the business of rent collection, allowing her to go further behind could lead to disaster. Often, it was better to just evict them rather than face a continuing drama and a further slide into indebtedness. She could get herself into some bigass hole and never come out. He’d seen it before.

Oh, he knew her story. Both she and her old man had lost their manufacturing jobs at a microchip plant nearby. The company had transported the work over seas. The live in boyfriend, he knew from talking with her last month, had found a job at a local bottling plant as a driver, working hideously long hours for not much pay. They had gotten themselves into a pickle. Carl approached the apartment complex and sighed. “Fuck it, I think I’ll just boot them.”

Walking up to the door, Carl rang the doorbell. The door swung open soon thereafter, Barbara’s smiling face turning to a more serious look as she recognized her visitor. “Oh, hi Carl, won’t you come in?” she asked, opening it wider and walking in front of him to the living room. “Can I get you a beer?”

“No thanks, Barbara.” She settled in next to him on the big couch. She wore a skirt and buttoned down blouse. Crossing her legs, Carl was reminded how he had admired her from behind on more than one occasion, her long legs and nicely protruding and shapely ass were definitely eye candy. He had also noticed once long ago, she did not shave her armpits. In fact, her tufts of brown hair under her pits were fairly substantial, nestled in as they were around two very shapely tits. Oddly enough, Carl thought her armpit hair looked somehow sexy, actually.

She began to speak but Carl cut her off. “Barbara, I’m going to have to evict you.” He saw her eyes water up, but he knew better than to get too sympathetic.”You knew the rules and you are far too behind. I’ll give you to the end of the month to pay your back payments of you’ll have to leave.” He watched as she looked lost in thought. “I’m sorry.”

Barbara raised her head, looking at him directly. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” Her dress had ridden up her thigh and he could swear he’s seen it lower moments ago. She was good, Carl thought to himself. He had a couple images flit across his consciousness but cast them aside.

“Barbara, money talks. I’m afraid it’s bad business letting you stay.” He rose to his feet as she looked up. As he did, Barbara leaned forward and placed her hand squarley on his crotch.

“Are you sure, Carl?”, she asked again, her big brown eyes looking large as silver dollars, her stare one of real meaning. She moved her hand now, running up against his cock, then softly grasping its outline. She moved it up and down, now gripping it through his pants. His cock swelled under her touch, a delicious sense of ownership hitting him at the same time. “I can make you feel very good, Carl. Will you let me?”, Barbara breathed, huskily. “I can do it any time you want, too,” she pleaded now.

Carl looked at her, his thought suddenly jumbled, overruled by pleasure and promise. He looked down as she continued looking up at him, her fingers now grasping the clip on his zipper. He felt it zip down and her hand reach inside, then force the front of his boxers down and gripping his pulsating cock. He stood, silently, as she pulled it out, releasing it completely from his clothing. It stuck straight out, bouncing on its own as she took a breath, gasping at its size. He watched as she licked her lips, adjusting her seating to face him more directly. She moved her face to his hard cock, but Carl put a hand down on her forehead, stopping her. She looked up, clearly shocked and disappointed.

“Take your clothes off,” Carl growled. “All of them.”

She obeyed, unbuttoning her blouse, opening it wide, then slipping it off her arms exposing her gorgeous D Cups, nearly spilling out of the bra. “Everything.” said Carl. She unhooked her bra, releasing a pair of gorgeous breasts. As she raised her arms to remove it, Carl once again beheld her underarms, fleecy and thick with hair. He reached down to touch it, moving his hand underneath her pits and twirled it, wonderingly, in his fingers. “I never thought armpit hair could be sexy, Barbara, but you have changed that,” he said. She smiled back up in reply and removed her skirt, then her panties. She them sat back, open, naked and giving him a view of her entirety, exposed and ready.

He looked at her unshaven muff, light brown with a thickly matted appearance. Suddenly it inflamed something primitive inside him and he reached down and ran his fingers through her mat. He felt her unshorn and fluffy cunt with gentle fingers, revelling in such a downy sexiness. Concentrated so on her pubic hair, he almost missed how wet she had gotten. Seeing a glistening inside her woolly, bewhiskered patch of snatch, he ran his fingers up her slit. Her response was electric. She started, surprised as he continued his violations. The heat from her muff was intense as he plied his hand there. He lingered, now knowing she was aroused more and more with each touch. He probed inside now, sticking a finger inside her hairy patch and getting a desirous moan, a pure hungry animal sound from his hairy slut which he knew meant ownership and hot sex for the asking.

“Suck my cock a while, Barbara.” he blurted out roughly and she flew to his cock. She began sucking him in rapid bobs, back and forth with it going deeper with every plunge of her hot face. Her sounds were loud and carefree, the sounds of gargling, of slurping as she sucked with what seemed to him to be a convincing display of passion. He moved over to the couch beside her, sitting down and her lips never left his hard cock.

“OK, enough!”, Carl said. “Lie back and let me watch you masturbate. Yes, dear, let me see you cum for me,” Carl said to her startled surprise. ” I want to see you cum”. Carl put a hand around his cock as he sat there, stroking idly, the other going under her arms, into that silky fleecy patch of arm pit hair that never failed to get a rise from him. As he stroked and twiddled her whiskered pits, he watched her closely as she played with herself for him.

“You’ll fuck me whenever I ask, Barb. You will come to my office if I want a quick blow job. If you’re late, I will evict you. If you don’t suck my cock when I ask, I will evict you. If you don’t fuck me, or diddle your hairy liittle pussy for me, I’ll fucking evict you. Is all this clear, my hot little muff slut?”

“Yes, Carl,” Barbara grunted, her finger now plunged inside herself. “I want to make you happy.” She kept her fingering up, buried inside her brown patch of gorgeous muff hair, so thick and now gleaming the the light of the fading sun, thick with juices and heat. “I want to so all those things for you.”

“Mmmmm, good girl. I’ll make a slut out of you yet.”

“Yes, Carl, I want that, I really do,” she panted now, close to orgasm. Carl watched this spectacle unfold, marvelling luxurously at the change from the from the remote and snooty MILF to this quivering and hairy mass of desire beside him, performing as he asked and clearly delighting in it.

“Cum, my hot little bitch, cum for me now, you fucking slut,” Carl demanded and, almost on cue, her legs slammed together, her body wracked in a torturous tightness as she came, her orgasm loud and intense. Her lips back, she rubbed her clit now harder, sinking into another world of pleasure, distant from this room as she came in torrents, her gorgeous hairy muff now drenched in juice. Carl watched as her spasms decreased, her sighs tiny and high voiced, shallowly breathing as she descended from her sexual plain. Carl grunted his pleasure.

“Now suck me,” Carl said. Barbara pulled herself up, her beautiful armpit hair also glistening now from her sweaty efforts. She silently slid over, leaning in, her breasts resting on a thigh and she opened her mouth, enveloping Carl’s rigid member. He pushed her farther down right away, jamming her lips against his own substantial pubic hair and held her. She stayed obediently, her tongue active under his cock. “Fuck, she loves this! This is going to be a good year!”

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.

“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.

An attractive woman, Amanda prided herself on various things, among which was a sense of organization. She managed a sedentary job well, going to workouts on her lunch hour, then returning, refreshed and showered to her computer and the massive spreadsheets she consulted as a risk analyst for a large international construction firm. The job was interesting enough and she got to travel to far flung places to oversee project changes. Life was good.

She pulled onto her street and noticed Doris’s car out front. Her heart beat a bit faster as she had a vision of their evening out last night. It was the most incredibe night she had ever had. Simply breathtakingly different as well. She pulled the emergency brake and got out, toting her huge purse and the wine she had gotten at the liquor store near work.

Suddenly, she stopped. She leaned against the car on this gorgeously sunlit day and reflected on last night.

She had called Doris from work and mentioned she was interested in “something different”, something fun to do. They had mutually decided going out was obviously part of that and then they opted for a dance club nearby. One could drink there and,if necessary, even walk home. They had put on some fairly scandalously short skirts, makeup, heels, thong panties (”Can’t forget these!”, Doris had laughed) and semi-revealing, well-cleavaged dresses, at that. They laughed at how they “looked like high class whores.” Amanda noticed somehow for the first time, how thick Doris’s patch of pubic hair was. Curly and soft-looking, her fleecy mound was astoundingly thick. For some reason, she could not imagine a man not thinking it was attractive. Her own patch was also a bit thick, and Amanda had also rebelled long since at all the lengths to which women went to disavow what nature had provided, opting to leave her own underarms unshaven. To her, it was a no brainer to leave it grow. “Love me or leave me,” was her attitude.

The club was a disappointment. It seemed all the guys were either nervous or snobby. They had been asked to dance numerous times and they had both enjoyed some fast dancing with all the good music being played, but they ended up quite disappointed in the male quality. Later, Doris had commented: “As a meat market, this is baloney.” which got some hysteric giggles and fearsome glances around them so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings. Then they laughed at that. Bottom line, they did have fun, but with each other. It got better.

They had opted to dance together when they heard a song they could not sit for. “Fuck it”, they figured, “I love this song and if no one asks, I’m going to dance to it.” They wheeled out onto the dance floor and began jitterbugging together, meeting hands, twirling each other around, sometimes giggling madly and vamping at one another. They wore huge smiles and could care less about anyone’s attitude there. It was delightful.

As the song developed some steam, Doris twirled Amanda in a circle, catching her across the breasts inadvertently. She smiled at Amanda and she grabbed a tit in her hand, mocking some forward male who had indeed tried that earlier, a brazen loser “wanting a home run without touching first base”, as they has laughed. Amanda was amazed at hoe good it felt and let her hold it, smiling widely in mock surprise. In fact, she felt moisture between her legs, almost automatic and unbidden. She attributed it to the rush of fun and the hormones so obviously infecting the local bar air. They finished the dance and went back to the table, hoisting the remainders of their wines and feeling just a bit tipsy. “Let’s get out of here, Doris,” Amanda had said. And they left.

Arriving home, they once again tackled a good white wine, sitting together on the couch, recapping the night’s events. They were laughing again, both of them, regarding some guy who had been as stiff as a board, trying “come on lines” from absolute hell. Hysterical, they developed some off shoots of those lines, giggling furiously. When Amanda stentoriously yelled out “Hey, Baby, what do you think of my impressive Bulge?”, Doris reached for her crotch, running her hand up her dress and, holding then cupping Amanda’s furry pussy, she asked “What bulge?” and laughed. But she left her hand there and Amanda did not stop her. In fact Doris found herself moving it, running her fingers up under Amanda’s hairy mound and onto her slit itself. She pushed a finger inside. Amanda moaned and leaned back, exposing it more, spreading her legs. She acted suddenly hypnotized by the sensuality of the evening and the sensation Doris exploited.

Doris kept it up, running a finger inside then back out of Amanda’s very hirsute snatch. She joined another finger, slowly and competently finger fucking Amanda quietly and expertly, but not deep. She leaned in and pulled Amanda’s dress above her waist, exposing Amanda’s furry crotch and the tiny thong panties which were useless in hiding it. Doris’s hand went to her own breasts, cupping on then the other, then squeezing as Amanda watched. It was getting more than warm.

Amanda reached over and removed Doris’s dress, revealing a generously-endowed woman. Huge tits fell out, bra less, and Amanda cupped them, then squeezed them both herself. Doris also had underarm hair, which made Amanda leak juices she did not know she had. Seeing that thick patch of unshorn armpit hair sent her to a place she had never been. She twirled that gorgeous and fleecy hair in her fingers, then ran her hand back down to Doris’s amazing tits.

Doris stopped her manipulations long enough to help Amanda remove her stuff now. Finally they sat, quietly, naked and both astounded at their own feelings.

Slowly, Amanda reached out to touch Doris’s own fleecy patch of pussy hair. Her won pantings had become audible, as had Doris’s. It was definitely “on” now. Running her fingers up Doris’s ;leg, she felt she had hit some elcritc point of lust, where she could feel every single hot spot on Doris’s body. She suddenly realized as a woman that Doris knew hers as well. Their manipulations were building to a crescendo already.

When Doris finally got out of Amanda’s embrace and slid herself into position on her knees in front of Amanda’s open legs, she felt Amanda’s hand running through her hair, moaning deliciously. Doris had never wanted anything quite so bad now as to taste Amanda’s flocculent pussy. The hairy mat beckoned her mouth and lips, as she slid out her tongue and struck pussy gold. Amanda seized her legs up as tight as drums and began cumming. Through her dense, glistening bush, juices began emitting from Amanda’s stressed, hot pussy. Amazingly quantities gushed forth and Doris felt herself lapping at the soft petals of Amanda’ s pussy itself, encouraging yet more. It was the single hottest experience she had ever had.

Upon entering Jake’s, I hear the comfortable roar of the denizens there accomplishing the downing of microbrews amid their raised voices and hearty laughs. The comfort of it all is refreshing, warm and somehow also erotic. Jake’s has been the scene of more than a few original meetings which led to some amazingly steamy relationships with what I now consider to be a roaring inchoate jungle of hungry female libido’s. By this time, accomplished Casanova that I like to believe I have become, that jungle has become easy to pluck. Without arrogance, I can honestly say that I feel I could seduce just about any of the gals in here, and have them in mortal sexy embrace within 30 minutes. I have been applying the term “sluts” to almost all females for months now in my heart. So far, it has fit perfectly.

“Well,” I laugh to myself, wryly “at least I have that going for me.” Today frankly, a Friday, my senses feel particularly tingly. My neurosis seems a fiat accompli and I could use some serious relief. I wave at a table of good friends, order my Ichtysaurus Pale Ale and move to join them.

I navigate the jumbled tables and the mass of humanity tiptoeing through hazards galore lightly when I feel a warm pressure on the front of my pants. It stops me and I look down at a pair of gorgeous big green eyes, gorgeously full red hair and the smiling visage of Collette, one of my earlier “conquests”. Collette was most notable for having the hairiest single patch of golden red pubic hair I have ever seen. I recall her delight in how turned on I had gotten over the soft little mess between her legs and the amount of time I had spent just admiring and servicing her hot wet hairy pussy with my fingers and tongue. She also squirmed a lot. I think she liked it too..

“Hey, Collette!” I stammer out loudly and clumsily, surprised and stunned by the forwardness of wearing this hand, still, on my front. “Is there something you want?”, I smile devilishly.

“And what makes you think that?” she replies, rubbing without embarrassment in full view of the crowd at hand. My cock begins an awakening within her rather bold yet warm touch and I feel the room get many degees warmer. I look down without comment, watching her, seeing where this will go. Her hand continues its ministrations over my cock. She has a hypnotized gaze. This could get out of hand, I suddenly realize, and, releasing her grip, I kneel beside her more privately.

“I saw you come in, David”, she leans in and whispers into my ear. “I was glad you came this way.” Smiling, she reaches down to touch me yet again, lingering yet again and rubbing my cock, now fully hard under my Dockers. “You feel absolutely edible, David. I need to suck a cock. Will you let me?” Her breath was literally molten, hot in my ear as she spoke and her hand now managed to grip the outline of my erection, squeezing and kneading it. Frankly, it was driving me a bit nuts.

Seeing an open chair beside her, I moved to sit in it, pulling it close. Her hand reluctantly parted ways with my dick but it resumed its position as soon as I settled in. She was right. She needed one.

“My gorgeous Collette, I would be delighted to offer my services immediately were it not for the fact that my place is miles away and this is an offense punishable by an “86″ at our friend Jake’s?”, I tell her, still smiling, her hand yet more invasive but always moving over my expanding cock. She is definitely focused! It is now getting almost uncomfortable. I can’t help but slide my own hand under her short skirt as we sit, moving it over the amazingly soft skin of her inner thighs. I leave it there, carressing gently as she exhales, her breath so near as she leans close, yet again.

“Let’s go next door,” she pants, referring to the porn parlor and arcade. “I’ve always wanted to go there with a man.”

“Fuck, hon,” I whisper, “let’s go.”

Without ado, we leave hand in hand. Not talking, we enter the new, rebuilt premises of “Suzie’s”. Looking around, still hand in hand, we locate the arcades to the rear. Looking lost, Collette looks around the gathered mass of mostly males and blushes. They are all looking at her directly. “Oh my God, David, they’re all looking at me.”

“Collette,” I laugh, “This is a porn parlour. Of course they are. They all want you, my dear.”, I whisper in her ear. Her hand travels up my arm, gripping me tightly.

“God, this is fucking hot”, she pants. “Come on, I want your cock. I’ve never felt this naughty, ever. I am so freaking wet now. I want to suck you.”

We pass the mass of men and venture back, finding the arcade area. I quash my hatred of cubicles and open the door to an empty one, to the rear. Opening the door, I allow her to pass first. She stands, awkwardly as I reach for my wallet to push a 20 into the slot. As I reach back, her hands are at my zipper. In a trice, I feel my pants slip to the floor, joined by my boxers. Before I even look down, I feel her lips tight around my semi erect dick. I stand there watching the movie, another blowjob, run on the TV. Collette’s gorgeous red locks I see going back and forth, actually choking herself, sputtering, with her immediate deep throating urgency. I reach down into her hair and pull her head back, looking up at me now helplessly. unable to speak. “Get out of your things, Collette.” I demand. I go to the seat, removing my pants as she strips, her hairy tush so visible and sparkling from her own moisture in the glare of the TV. I reach for her moist pubes, caressing her gorgeous red hair, so startlingly attractive at her pussy. I slide a finger in as she removes her bra and she lets out a loud moan. I then slide in two. She stands there, riding my hand for moments, her hairly pussy hot with primal urges. I have rarely if ever seen such an attractive hairy pussy. I can’t take my eyes off it but Collette’s own urges have prioirty.

“Sit back, David.” she says, finally and she gets to her knees. Her head bends over as she mouths my hard cock. She looks up, almost pleadingly, her mouth completely engorged, smiles briefly and then bends to her task. She takes my cock completely down her hot throat and stays there with it throbbing inside her. Her eyes once again search out mine as I gauge the white hot heat coming from her body, her passion. Suddenly, she throws herself into her sucking, mouthing it deliciously, savoring it, pooping her lips together when she takes her mouth off me, then plunging back again.

It is just too much. I feel my balls collecting density as the cum awaits its release. My cock feels like some garden hose, sucked on by an alien species, devouring it and milking me insanely. I experience some sort of epiphany about the heat of a hot woman as I feel her sensing my impending eruption. Neither she nor I can control what is to come. We are both on another stratosphere, wildly urgent, wildly wanton now.

I explode in her mouth. My cum hits the back of her throat with power and she gargles and represses a choke by swallowing, then gulping harder. I keep erupting cum, my cock almost electric now, exploding and feeling like the center of the universe. She gulps, her face contorted from the sheer volume as she gulps it all down. Her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, a small bit drips off her chin an down over her heaving boobs onto her red mat around her pussy, an almost perfect shot. Her red pubes glisten now more and I find a remarkable hidden resource that keeps my cock incredibly distended, hard as a rock still even though my cum is virtually exhausted. Her lips continue a feverish sucking, now cleaning me, sucking and milking any remaining manna for our poor out-of-control cumslut. As I lean back, I notice something odd. Our side wall of this cubicle has what looks to be a hard cock poking through some hole I had overlooked, I guess, before. Indeed, as my eyes focus more, there it is. A fucking cock, poking through the wall!

Looking to my left, I notice yet another small hole in the wall and a very definite eyeball, looking directly at us. Suddenly I realize we are visiting a “gloryhole” arcade, something I had only read about. “Fuck” I thought to myself. “This is real!” I begin laughing.

“What?” asks the ever obedient Collette, her lips kissing my dick, then licking me as she asks.

“Look here,” I point. She reluctantly gets off my cock and stares, wordless for a full minute. The cock shakes as if embarrassed at the attention. Collette is visibly stunned. I watch her adjust to this company as the thoughts cross her face visibly. She stares at this thing, this human piece of man meat, there for the taking. I chuckle some, then manage to say “Well, still hungry Collette?” She looks up at me, her face a dance of emotion, unblinking but not talking.

“God dam, David, did you know this was here?” She smiles, however, belying her seeming outrage. I ponder all this and suddenly know what she will do.

“Feel it, Collette, you hot slut. You know you want to.”

“Yes”, she says whisperingly and reaches a hand out. She grips it gently, massaging it. She looks helplessly back at me. “I want it.” She grips it tighter and her hand becomes more insistent. Suddenly, looking at me, she turns and outs her lips close. She smells it and a moan escapes her lips. She then sticks out her tongue. A voice comes from behind the wall, muffled but emphatic:

“Suck it, bitch, and suck it good.”

With a loud helpless moan, Collette opens her mouth and begins sucking this strange new cock. Her hand on it, the other goes to her hairy wet pussy. She is suddenly launched into a realm of sluttines she has never experienced. She sucks with passion, milking yet another hard cock, her hairy pussy as wet as an ocean. Moaning she complies with every demand from the voice next door. I watch, transfixed at her compliance and her eagerness to please a complete stranger.

“Lick my balls” comes with a compliant Collette doing just that. “Deepthroat me, you fucking hot slut” sees Collette collecting an amazing mouthful of cock, all the way, her lips settling on the wooden panel, the cock engorging her. “Staythere, bitch” sees her lips staying in place as I can see the cock pistoning in and out of her, going impossibly deep, faster and faster. I watch as a stream of cum fills her mouth, her cheeks amazingly distended and bloated as she begins swallowing this next load of hot male cum.

I then notice the other hole in the wall has a hand sticking from it, reaching across to the kneeling Collette and fingering her hairy snatch. I realize suddenly this has been happening for a while. Collette shivers as she cums herself for the uncountable time. Her red pubic matt now streams with wetness as her juices flash over the invading new friend. I run my own there as well, my own sense of abandon in full flight as we all contribute to Collette’s cock sucking epiphany.

Once again, I thank God for hairy pussies. Hers is special,. beyond a doubt, so red and beautiful. I suddenly want my face there, to experience it in it;s glory, to taste and lick it before the next batch of studs fuck it, which I realize is next.