Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2011 16:25:02 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Hairy Submissive (lesbian/adult youth, oral fetish f/f, f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a woman and other girls and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Hairy Submissive By Jan I think I was a pretty normal girl growing up. When my girlfriends started developing crushes on boys I developed crushes on boys too. It was very innocent at first. There were the dates to the movies where we kissed in the back rows and fought off their pawing hands. I think my first kiss was with a nice looking boy when we were only ten-years- old. When my friends and I entered puberty I was a slow developer. I envied my best friend named Morgan. She was a blonde headed Irish girl. She developed breasts very quickly and they were as large as an adult's by the age of twelve. All of the boys wanted to date her. She practically had to fight them off. Whenever we walked home from school together there would be 3 or 4 boys accompanying us. They were flirting with her constantly. It was as if they didn't even notice my presence. I happened to be of Polish extraction with dark hair. I hardly noticed just how hairy the members of my family were, both men and women, until I started growing pubic hair myself. Compared to the other girls at school I was almost as hairy as an ape. Morgan and I spent a lot of time at each other's home. We slept in one bed when we spent the night with each other. We saw each other naked a lot of times. I envied her thin little pink patch of pubic hair. When mine started to grow it was dark coarse and thick. We learned from watching our mothers that it was fashionable to shave our underarms and did so. I even started shaving the insides of my legs and my pubis to make my pubic hair only cover the same amount of area as Morgan's. I was a reasonably attractive girl. Boys did start asking me out on dates, even thought my breasts were small enough that I didn't need a bra. They might have been disappointed when they felt my little breasts but that didn't stop them from pawing me while we kissed. I was only thirteen when I had a date with a sixteen-year-old boy. I was flattered that an older boy wanted to date me. He even had a car. After seeing a movie we stopped at an A&W Root beer stand for burgers, fries and a root beer. Then he drove us to a secluded spot where we started making out. Before long he was sticking his hand into my panties. He was too strong for me to fight off. He accused me of being a teasing bitch as he exposed my tits and pulled my panties off. I knew what he was going to do. When I saw his cock it frightened me because I had never been fucked before. I thought his thing was ugly looking too. He had me lying across the seat and stuffed his cock into my hairy pussy. There was a sharp stabbing pain as my hymen tore. I was sore for awhile afterwards. It didn't take him long to cum in me, but it felt like an eternity. When he was finished I was disappointed by the whole thing. I couldn't understand what all the fuss the other girls made about sex. I gathered up my panties and put them on. I was leaking liquid all the way home. He dropped me off in front of my house. I took a long bath and rinsed the cum and traces of blood out of the panties. I hid my panties until they were dry. That ended all of my interest in males. When I discussed it with Morgan, she told me that she had been having sex with guys for a couple of years. She claimed to like it. I didn't understand her desire to have guys ramming that thing in her and sweating all over her face. Slowly we became estranged from each other. There was a group of girls that were not popular with boys. They identified themselves as Gothic. They rebelled against the preppy cheerleader image. They spiked their hair, dyed it wild colors, tended to use black makeup. They even had tattoos on their bodies. Their clothes tended to be black and tattered looking. I started to identify more with them. Within the group was a subset that hated guys. These were the girls I grew close to. As my wardrobe evolved my family complained, but could not stop me. I wore my hair in a pageboy with bangs that practically covered my eyes and dyed purple and orange streaks against the black. I also stopped shaving my body. It was not long before I found that I had a thick patch of hair under my arms and my pubic bush was thick. I had hair growing down my inner thighs on my legs and even a lot of hair between the cracks of my ass. Rejecting perfume allowed my pubic hair to absorb the aroma of my natural body odors. I even noticed the reaction of people as I passed them. Some people reacted as if they smelled something offensive. There were some women that gave me a sly smile. I had heard people talk rudely about lesbians. I had no desire to have sex with guys anymore, so I started thinking about sex with females. The first girl I thought about possibly having sex with was the natural leader of the group of girls I was hanging out with. Her name was Brenda. She was a tall skinny, flat chested girl. She was more or less the trendsetter of the group. If she dyed her hair purple the rest of us followed suit. One evening she and I were hanging out at the mall as usual. She was talking to me in a soft voice so that passersby would not hear her rude comments about the way the women and girls looked. I changed the subject by asking her if she had ever had sex with another female. She gave me a strange look and said that she only had sex with women. She added that she really liked getting in bed with women that thought of themselves as straight. You know the preppy type bitches that look down their noses at girls like us. I asked her what it was like to have sex with a female. Brenda said, "There is only one way to find out! Do you want to come home with me and find out?" My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it. I told her that I wanted to find out. We had been sitting on the rim of the goldfish pond. She simply stood up and headed for the nearest exit. We caught the local bus and sat in the back of the bus. We took pleasure in the disapproving looks of the straight people as we worked our way to the back of the bus. It was only a fifteen minute ride to the bus stop near her home. It was just a couple of blocks to the street where her family lived. I had never been to her home before. When we entered the house I was struck by the smells. There was a strong smell of stale cigarette smoke, onions and dust. The furniture was mismatched, worn and the house just didn't look appealing. Her mother was sitting at the dining table in a stained slip and fuzzy slippers. Her hair was messy and she was smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. She hardly looked up as she acknowledged our presence as we headed for Brenda's bedroom. Her room was a mess. The bed was unmade and the sheets were wrinkled. The furniture was cluttered and dusty. Clothes were scattered all over the place, and walls were covered with magazine pictures of people she admired like punk bands. The interesting thing was the number of pictures she had of K D Lang. The largest picture was of her riding a Harley Davidson with a sexy woman riding behind her. It had never dawned on me that she was a lesbian before. As soon as she had closed the door behind us, she turned on her cheap little stereo. She wanted to dance with me. There was not much room for that. She started kissing me and feeling me up like guys did. It was strangely exciting the way she did it. There was the forbidden aspect of it all, and the possibility that her mother might walk in on us. The next thing she did was start removing her clothes. She didn't have a bra on but like me she really didn't need one. She didn't shave either. When she lifted her arms to pull off her two black and white undershirts I saw her armpit hair and smelled them. She even had on black underpants. When I say underpants I'm talking about boxer shorts. I was about to take my own clothes off, but she slapped my hands away. She undressed me from top to bottom. When my arms were over my head she smelled my pits and licked my underarms. The feeling of her tongue licking my hairy underarms tickled me. It was all I could do to stand still. I felt my pussy start to tinkle. I worried about what she would think about me wetting my panties. When she knelt in front of me to pull down my panties her face was right in front of my pussy. The white material was stained a little from the fresh discharge of pee. The front of my panties was bellowed out by the large amount of hair underneath. She ran her fingers lightly up and down the insides of my thighs. She was feeling those hairs well beyond the limits of my panties. I saw her nostrils flair out as she inhaled the musky odor of my cunt. She eventually took hold of the elastic of my panties and pulled them down my legs. As soon as the moist material cleared my crotch, Brenda let out a moan. "Damn girl you really do have a lot of hair!" My first reaction to her statement was to blush from embarrassment. Before I could even comment on my natural look, she used both hands to pull the hairs on either side of my pussy to part my labia. She stuck her nose against my clit and stuck her tongue into my barrel. No one had ever done anything like that to me before. I stood there with my legs spread. She pushed me backwards until I felt the edge of the bed and sat down. She stood over me and physically picked me up and placed me on the bed face down like a Muslim praying. She placed her hand on my butt and stroked my ass for a moment before she slipped her hand between my legs. She stroked my vulva before she stuck her thumb in my pussy. When she started jilling me her fingers were bumping into my clitoris. Before long I was wiggling my butt around in pure ecstasy. My moans of pleasure were being muffled by the pillow on her bed. It was thrilling the way she was masturbating me. I swear that when I came, I could feel liquid trickling from my pubic hairs down my inner thigh. When she withdrew her hand I stretched out and rolled over, in time to witness Brenda sticking her thumb into her mouth. The sight of her sucking my juice from her thumb seemed so erotic to me. While I was wallowing in my relaxed state Brenda moved down my body and positioned herself between my legs. This time it didn't surprise me when she started rubbing her face into my pussy. It was a natural reflex to place my hand on the back of her head and pull her face even tighter against my pussy. She was making all kinds of animal sounds. I was concerned that the noise would draw Brenda's mother's attention. She seemed to be unconcerned; apprehension was probably why I took so long to cum. I closed my eyes and whimpered with my mouth open with my first orgasm that was not induced by my own hand. When Benda was satisfied that I was finished cumming she sat up in front of me. She struggled to pull down those black boxer shorts. Of course she was unshaven, but her brown hair was nowhere as thick as mine. I had been attracted to her personality just as much as the rest of her groupies. I even emulated her fashion of dress. Seeing her naked for the first time also made me aware of how sexy I thought her body was. Her slender body didn't look like the big breasted women that men admire so much. Her figure looked like a runner. As small as her breasts were, her areolas covered almost her entire tits. When she finished removing her underwear I saw that the ligaments attaching her legs to her pubic bone, created shadows in the hollows created. I couldn't resist sitting up and gathering her into my arms and kissing her passionately. Smelling the odor of my pussy juice on her face just made the kiss all the more erotic. I ran my hand down the front of her hard body. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair until I reached her protruding hooded clit. I rolled her clit between my fingers slowly. When she leaned backwards and straightened out her legs I hung onto her waist and followed her. Now it was my turn to taste pussy. The natural smell of her pussy and the heat of her flesh made my mouth water. Any reservations I might have had about putting my mouth on her hairy pussy were over ridden by my desire to find out what it would taste like. I moved my head so close that my nose was actually touching her pubic hair. She smell filled my nose. I knew that the smell would linger in my memory the rest of my life. I licked the tip of her clit. The firm tip was slimy with her juices. Touching her clit caused Brenda to quiver. Brenda grabbed hands full of my pageboy hair and pulled my face against her pussy so hard that my nose was flattened against her pubic bone. Her labia spread out to accommodate my face. I felt like I was sticking my face into a warm fleshy gas mask with a hairy muffler ringing it. I stuck my tongue into her barrel and wiggled my tongue around in it until she exclaimed, "I'M CUMMIMG...!" We lay together while we rested. Eventually we had to get dressed and she walked me to the door so that I could go home. Her mother gave me a strange look as we passed her. It was a knowing look. I could not tell if she was repulsed by me or not. I went home with Brenda every day for the rest of the week. If anything the sex got nastier. She licked my asshole in preparation of having me stick my tongue in her asshole. The more I had sex with her the more I wanted to please her. One afternoon our little group was hanging out in the mall late at night. The mall was almost empty. There were only a few patrons that were making their way towards the exits. The mall security was making their way through the place to ensure no one was hiding in bathrooms and store managers were clearing their stores and locking up. It was a warm summer's evening so we gathered out front near the bus stop. There was an attractive middle aged woman sitting on the bench in the partially enclosure area. Brenda had the girls form a semicircle to prevent any passing cars from seeing what was going on. Then she told me to drop my pants and flash the women. I hardly even thought about what she was asking me to do before I unfastened my pants. I turned my back to the woman and pulled my pants and panties down to my knees before bending over. I was looking under my arm at her to see what she was doing. Brenda stood beside me and spread my butt cheeks to enable the woman to get a good look at my hairy asshole and pussy. She even wiped her finger up and down from my clit to my asshole several times and then putting her fingers into my mouth. The woman had a shocked look and her eyes glanced around furtively as if she was afraid people were watching or seeking a way to escape. Brenda backed me up until my ass was close enough to the woman that she could touch me. It shocked me when the woman took hold of my hips and buried her face between the cheeks of my ass. The woman lapped at my pussy and asshole for awhile. When the public transportation pulled into the parking lot, our little game came to an end. I pulled up my pants and fastened them before the bus came to a stop in front of us. Our group joined the woman on the bus. All of us went to the back of the bus. The woman sat facing me and Brenda sat next to her. I could not hear their conversation. The woman kept looking at me. Brenda handed her a business card and told her something. I spent a lot of time that night thinking about what I had done. The prospect of being seen had added to the excitement of the act. The next day when I hooked up with Brenda I had to ask her if it was normal to get so excited doing things in public places. She assured me that it can be a rush to perform sex in public places where you run the risk of getting caught. We discussed the added thrill of having sex with straight women. She told me that she might get a call from the woman at the bus stop. I had to think about the prospect of actually having sex with that woman. The next day Brenda caught me on the way to school and handed me a slip of paper with an address and instructions to take the 386 bus to Avenue H and go west to Miller Street and north to #1035. I had all day to think about doing what Brenda told me to do. I didn't have to be there until six in the evening. I was going to have at least three hours to kill. After school I hooked up with Brenda and we did a little window shopping before Brenda bought us dinner. She gave me a kiss and put me on the bus in plenty of time to get to my destination. As I approached the house I couldn't help notice that it was a small single story bungalow. When I rang the doorbell I could see the shadow figure of someone approaching through the frosted beveled glass panels in the door. When the door opened I recognized the women from the bus stop. The woman greeted me and invited me in. She told me, "We were not properly introduced the other night! My name is Lisa! What is your name dear?" I took her outstretched hand and said, "My name is Roberta but my friends call me Bobby!" She smiled at me and led me to her living room. She saw me looking at the family photographs. She told me they were of her family. She told me all about her short marriage and moving here and living in a cheap boarding house until she had saved enough money to qualify for a home loan on this house. She had discovered that she preferred the company of women. I found it interesting that she looked like the average middle-aged housewife. To see her sitting there in a polished cotton dress you would never suspect that she was a lesbian. She had on a yellow gingham dress with a tight fitting scooping bodice that accented her breasts. The skirt was full and pleated. She had on nylons that were a little dark and three inch pumps. Her brown hair was a little longer than shoulder length, soft with a slight wave. She had just enough lipstick on to add color to her lips. She could have been the mother of a girl my age. I felt comfortable in her presence. She was not disturbed by my gothic look. She looked like she even admired my willingness to be different. Most adults were turned off by the black eye shadow, lipstick and the ragged black clothes. While she was telling me her story she was cradling me in her arm. She was using the other hand to feel me up. She was pulling my ripped jersey out of my pants and running her hand up my body. We both let out a soft moan when her hand touched my tender nipples. She seemed to be turned on by the small size of my breasts. She slowly pulled the jersey up and over my head exposing my body to the waist. When I lifted my arms so that she could pull the jersey over my head she saw just how hairy my pits were. She just had to feel them. She twisted the hairs around her finger into ringlets. She smelled my pits and licked them. It was very ticklish. I only got to relax when she started sucking on my little nipples. While she was sucking on my nipples she started unbuckling the studded belt in my tight black jeans. Then she tugged at the buttons on the pants to release them. I had on old black canvas high top tennis shoes without socks or shoelaces. I knew that my shoes had to come off first or the jeans would never fit over them. I used my toes to hook the heels of my shoes to pry them off. I also had to arch my body against the back of the couch to lift my butt up enough for her to get the pants down along with my panties. When she got them below my knees I kicked them free of my feet. I was sitting there totally naked. Lisa took the opportunity to admire my young body. She was fascinated with the amount of hair on my pussy. There were also long hairs on my legs. Lisa started feeling the thick mat of dark hair covering my pussy. I was breathing hard because she was stimulating me. At that time she must have felt the need to have me play with her body too. She sat back and reached into the top of her dress and pulled her breasts out one at a time. I can only tell that the sight of her large breasts with the mauve areolas the size of coffee cup coasters and grape sized nipples turned me on. I couldn't resist placing both hands on them. They were soft to the touch. They were also warm to the touch. Lisa reached behind her back and unfastened the catch and pulled down the zipper. Then she pulled the shoulder straps off of her shoulders. The dress fell into her lap, revealing the fact that she didn't have a slip or bra on. Those lovely breasts sagged under their own weight. Sitting close to her allowed me to smell her perfume. Even I could tell that her fragrance was Obsession by Calvin Klein. I buried my face between those lovely tits and enjoyed the fragrance. She bridged her body up long enough to pull the dress out from under her butt. When the dress cleared the couch it fell to the floor in a starched pile around her feet. Her white panties were next. She left her self supporting nylons and pumps on. That made her nudity all the more erotic. Like most of the women I knew her underarms were shaved. Her vulva was unshaved but she did not have an excessive amount of hair. When she sat back down next to me I started rubbing her pussy while I sucked on her tits. Lisa continued to rub my pussy at some point she became so horny that she picked me up and sat me on the end of her couch with my head resting on the overstuffed arm of the couch. She took hold of my legs and lifted them up into the air to expose my crouch to her. I had never seen a person so turned on by a hairy crotch before. She was actually salivating as she placed her mouth on my hairy cunt. She was not satisfied with just eating my pussy. She sought out my hairy asshole with her tongue and rimmed me until I actually cum. I was so turned on my juices were dripping. Her nose was covered with cum. I eventually had to get dressed and go home. I knew that my body and clothes smelled of Obsession. I deliberately avoided getting too close to my parents until I had a chance to shower and change clothes. Brenda called my cell phone that night after I went to bed. We talked about what had taken place. We masturbated while I told her about everything Lisa and I had done. She insisted that I meet her after school. After school Brenda and I met and we caught a bus together. While we were on the bus she explained that she wanted me to meet her high school English Literature teacher. She was telling me that next year she would be in college and she wanted to make sure that I was taken care of when I entered high school. When the bus reached the edge of town we got off at a rural cross road. We had to walk a half mile to reach a dirt driveway that led us to an old rural farmhouse. I wondered why a school teacher would prefer to live so far away from town. When we approached the house a dog's barking alerted any inhabitant that company was approaching. The woman that opened the door was a nice looking woman that may have been about 40- iears old. She was a slender, sandy haired woman. She was dressed like most teachers I had seen. Obviously she had just gotten home from school herself. She didn't have much makeup on. She had on a simple skirt and blouse that covered her arms. There was obviously a suit jacket that matched the skirt that had been removed. She had on a simple string of pearls and comfortable low heel shoes. When she saw Brenda and me she gave us a warm smile. She greeted Brenda with a big hug and a kiss right on the mouth. She took hold of my hand and asked Brenda, "Who is this charming girl?" Brenda said, "This is my new girlfriend, Angie. She will be a freshman next year. I want her to take your English Lit class and become one of your protégées!" She took hold of both of my hands and pulled me close to her as she smiled at me and said, "My name is Wilma Willamer. I'm sure that we are going to be very good friends my dear!" With that she led us inside of her house. It was furnished nicely and book shelves were full of well read books. I could tell by the worn condition that these books were not just for aesthetics. There were books scattered around with markers indicating that they were being used as comparative references. She continued to lead us to another room that was obviously where she entertained guests. She insisted on getting us something to drink. We spent a little time getting to know about each other while we drank our tea. Wilma admitted that her close friends called her Will. She selected some erotic lesbian poems to read to us. While she was reading Brenda sat me between her legs and started feeling me up. She was also removing my clothes as the poems were read. There came a point when Wilma stopped reading and stood there in front of us and removed all of her clothes. I was enthralled by the sight of this magnificent woman. Considering that she was a slender woman her breasts were large. They didn't need a bra because they did not sag much at all. Her areolas were just a shade pinker than her flesh. I would have suspected that she had breast implants if was not able to see that there were no surgery scars around the nipples, under her breasts or her underarms. Like so many women that have sun bleached hair her pubic hair was a much darker brown, not that she had an excessive amount of pubic hair. When she was down to just self supporting nylons and heels, she picked up her book and returned to reading the erotic poems. While she was reading the poems Brenda was also removing her clothes, at least down to her waist. Wilma was massaging her pussy while she read out loud. Having my girlfriend playing with my pussy, while listening to poems about the beauty of women making love to each other, and looking at a grown woman rubbing her pussy, was enough to make my mouth water. Wilma was moving closer between my legs. She was so close I could smell her pussy. I had become addicted to the smell of pussy by then. I placed my hands on her wide hips and pulled her against my face. When I started sucking on her pussy Wilma stopped reading. She dropped her book onto the floor, and placed her hands on my head, while she emitted animal sounds. I was also being masturbated to a climax of my own. Brenda swung her leg over my back so that she could stand up to finish getting undressed. They pulled me off of the couch and placed me on the floor. Brenda knelt over my head facing my feet. My jaw ached from sucking Wilma's pussy. There was no thought about complaining. I started sucking her pussy wildly. Wilma lay on the floor between my legs, so that she could inspect my hairy pussy. She combed my pubic hair with her fingernails until she had parted the hairs away from my pussy. I heard her proclaim, "I can honestly say I have never seen a girl as young as you that had so much pubic hair." She licked the hair until it was all plastered to my flesh. She sucked my labia into her mouth and pulled her head back, stretching the skin as far as she could. She used her thumb to rub my clit while she explored my barrel with her tongue. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better Wilma stuck her index-finger of her other hand right into my asshole. I was suffering from oxygen deprivation from the pussy covering my mouth and nose as I started quivering through a climax. I was hooked. When Brenda graduated and went away to college I became the sex slave of Wilma. I took English Literature all four years of high school. I spent many a night between Wilma's legs while she read to me. I just loved to suck pussy in iambic pentameter while listening to her read poems. There was nothing monogamous about her. She would have parties that included other young girls that were shaved clean or too young to even have pubic hair. She also included other adult women. At these parties I was often the center of attention because of all of the hair I sported under my arms and between my legs. There was many a party that women or girls would be licking both of my pits while two more would be sucking my tits. I had started sprouting hairs ringing my areolas. The most dominant woman there would be down there sucking my pussy and finger fucking my asshole. Before I graduated from high school I had my nipples pierced so that I could put tit jewelry over my areolas and hold them in place with nipple bolts. Sometimes I would suspend a chain between my nipples to allow women to lead me around like a puppy. Before I went away to college I had a portrait of Wilma tattooed on my ass. That was my way of letting all future women know I was the property of Wilma. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com