Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 13:53:33 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Hair Fetish (lesbian adult youth, fetish, oral anal, g/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit fetish sexual acts between a young girl and an older woman. 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Hair Fetish By Jan The sun was warm the day I woke up after I discovered that I was not only a lesbian but also had a hair fetish! The heat of the sun streaming through the window drapes woke me up. It took me a moment to remember where I was. I was laying on the bed of Beverly, the woman that had just gone from my hero and lover to being my lord and master. I rolled over on my side just so I could study every inch of her naked body. I couldn't help wonder what a woman like her saw in a girl like me. I knew that I was just an average girl. There were always prettier, smarter girls in school to bring home the fact that I would never be the center of any group. I never liked the look of the person staring back at me when I looked in the mirror. As a result I avoided standing in front of a reflective surface very long. I knew that my hair was just a dirty brown and had no luster. My hair had always been cut by my mother, and it looked like it! My gray eyes are narrow, and my eyebrows are bushy. My nose had a knot on the bridge, and my nostrils are wide. My mouth is wide, but with thin lips. Over all my face is narrow. As for my figure, I am a slender stick figure. The girls at school made fun of me by taking my name, Minnie, and calling me Skinny Minnie. When all of my classmates took off their school clothes for gym class, showing off their big breasts, while commenting on other girls' pussies being nothing more than manholes, I would be trying to hide behind locker doors. I got teased about my bony body enough, without allowing them to find anything more to make fun of me about. As I looked at Beverly lying there I couldn't help but make comparisons. Beverly is a tall woman, about five-feet ten in her bare feet, and she was also a dark haired, and full figured woman. By that I mean that everything about her body was voluptuous. She has large breasts that must be at least 40-G. She had a relatively small waist considering the size of her body. She sported a big full butt that was supported by very thick thighs. The most delicate feature she has is her small feet compared to the rest of her body. But the most striking thing about her as she lay on the bed sleeping is the fact that she doesn't shave her underarms or her thick patch of pubic hair. To me she looked like a more voluptuous version of Catherine Zeta Jones. I sat there admiring her, while I debated whether I should kiss her cheek or slip out of bed to empty my bladder. The urgent need of my bladder ensured that I slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. As soon as I sat down water was expelled with plenty of force. In fact, my pee hit the water in the toilet bowl with enough force to splash up, and actually got my butt wet. AS soon as I finished wiping my pussy I couldn't resist using Beverly's toothbrush to brush my teeth. I knew that I had morning breath and didn't want to offend Beverly. I was still standing there brushing my teeth when Beverly entered. Beverly came up behind me and placed her arms around my body while she kissed me on the right side of my neck right at the start of my shoulder. She crossed her arms as she placed her hands on my little tits. I felt self-conscious about the size of my tits, but Beverly seemed to love them. She took her toothbrush from my hand, and proceeded to brush her teeth while looking over my shoulder, and still clinging to my tit. When she was finished she rinsed her mouth out before she took her position on the porcelain throne to relieve her bladder too. Only, when she was finished she told me to wipe her pussy. I reached for the toilet paper to pull off a few sheets to wipe her pussy, because I was ready to do anything she asked of me. She grabbed my wrist and took the toilet paper from my hand, which puzzled me. She scooted her ass to the edge of the toilet seat, spread her legs to present her cunt to me, as she placed her other hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down towards her cunt. I had to kneel between her spread legs, and placed my hands on those magnificent thighs as my head was drawn towards her pussy. My nose was assailed by the smell of ammonia of her urine dripping from her pubic hair and the pungent odor of her adult pussy. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her, so I started lapping at her pussy. She made me eat her cunt until she had a satisfying orgasm before she helped me to my feet. She told me to get dressed and she would take me to school. We hastily ate a bowl of cereal before she drove me to school. I simply kissed her on the mouth before getting out of the car, and told her I would see her after work. I knew no one would care about me kissing what they would think was my mother. School was a bore but I had grades that kept me in the top ten percent. When lunch time came I ate my meal quickly and headed for the library, because the activities of my classmates didn't interest me. The boy would be playing basketball or baseball. The girls would be gathered around them to flirt with them, or they would look for secluded places to make out with their boyfriends. This day I wanted to find out if the library would have any books dealing with lesbianism. I knew the school board did their best to keep any lascivious books out of the school library, but I hoped I could find something on the subject. I roamed down the aisles looking for any books on the subject. I gave up and went to the card index to look. The school librarian approached me and asked if she could help me. I'm sure I blushed like a fool. How could I tell her that I was looking for anything on the subject of lesbianism? Ms. Coggan must have been in her fifties, with short curly gray hair, blue eyes with gold rimmed glasses, slightly portly, and always dressed in a business suit with practical shoes. She simply looked like a sweet little old grandmotherly type. I suspected that she was a church going type of woman that could quote chapter and verse from the King James Bible. I had a wicked thought! I said, "I was looking for any material on the subject of lesbianism." Ms. Coggan was not flustered by my query at all. She simply said, "The school board does their best to censor any sexual material in the school library. But why are you interested in the subject?" Thinking I would shock her I said, "I think I am a lesbian, and want to find out if I am!" Ms. Coggan smiled, "I'm sure you're not going to find anything on the shelves, but I do have some psychology books in back that you might find interesting." With that she took me by the hand and led me behind the checkout counter and into a back room, where there was a locked door. She pulled a key out of her pocket and opened the door. I didn't even know the room existed. There was a wooden table in the middle of rows of bookshelves full of books, and magazines. She had me sit at the table while she moved directly to some periodicals and quickly brought back some issues of Sexology. The principle subjects were lesbian issues. While I started reading the articles, she placed a couple of books in front of me. She told me that she would have to keep an eye on the library, but if I had any questions, to ask her. I sat there reading case studies that all seemed erotic to me. My panties were getting wet. I sat there turning pages with one hand while rubbing my crotch through my dress with the other. I was masturbating until I was about to cum when the bell rang. Ms. Coggan poked her head in to say, "That was the bell, Honey, you better run to class! You can come back after school to finish reading if you like." She smiled at me because she could see that my hand was still rubbing my pussy and I had cum. I straightened up my dress as I stood up. I looked at the reading material on the table, and she said, "Don't worry, because all of the magazines will be here after school." As I passed her, I swear that I felt her brush her hand against my ass. The rest of the day I daydreamed about how I had become Beverly's lover. My mother is an alcoholic that never married my father, so I am illegitimate. She spends most of her time in bars. There are always men willing to buy her booze in exchange for sex. She comes home drunk all of the time and chases me off to my room while she entertains her male friends. I find the parade of drunken men smelling of booze and cigarette smoke repulsive. If nothing else, that is why I despise all males. Beverly came into my life because she is Mother's social worker. When she discovered the squalor I was living in, she committed my mother to a rehab clinic to dry her out, before having her committed to a mental institution. Rather than placing me in the care of child services she got Mother to make her my guardian. When I took my meager belongings to live with her I was overwhelmed by her generosity. She gave me her guest room and bought me plenty of new clothes. I was no longer the raggedly dressed urchin in school. Beverly was very physically demonstrative. She hugged and kissed me at every opportunity. When I became used to the idea that affection was acceptable, I would hug and kiss her too. Beverly was not a modest woman at all. She didn't hide her body from me. She often wandered around the house in various stages of undress. I felt comfortable allowing her to see me naked too. I would often enter her bedroom naked to ask her opinion about what clothes to wear. I had been living with her for about a month when I got sick and spent the evening throwing up everything in my stomach. Beverly took me to bed with her. She was wearing a sexy nightgown, and it was thin enough for me to see all of her attributes, and feel her body heat against my body. As I hugged her my hand rested on one of her marvelous breasts. I could feel her nipple and every bump in her areola. There was a lot of heavy breathing. I squeezed her tit tentatively. I expected her to take my hand away from her tit, but she simply placed her hand on my butt and pulled me tightly against her warm body. While I continued squeezing her tit, I felt her fingers seeking out the crack of my ass, and stuffing my nightgown into my asshole. She used her other hand to pull the top of her nightgown aside and lifted her big tit and aimed the nipple at my mouth. I greedily open my mouth and did my best to swallow her tit. I pressed my tongue against her nipple. I sucked on her tit for a long time, while Beverly managed to work the hand on my ass all the way under my body to stimulate my virgin cunt. I had my first orgasm at the hands of another person that night. While I was recovering from my orgasm, Beverly sat up and removed her nightgown and when she lied down she pulled the nightgown out from under her big butt and discarded it without any thought to where it landed. I was absolutely fascinated with her body. When she lifted her arm I saw that there was ample underarm hair, and I asked her why she didn't shave it like most women. She said, "First, I find it sexy to keep my hair. Secondly, the hair protects your underarms from chafing. That seemed to me to be a logical excuse. She even lifted her arm and placed her hand behind her head to allow me to feel her underarm hair. She even suggested that I smell and lick it. I put my nose against her underarm and inhaled her pungent fragrance. The smell excited me so much that my nipples and clit were tingling and swelling up. Then she used my hair to direct me back to sucking on her breasts. When I got her excited enough she used my hair again to direct me down to her pussy. I had never seen a woman with so much pubic hair before. Her hair was very dark and thick. There was even hair growing down the inside of her thighs, and the dark hair went right down between the cheeks of her ass to form a dark nest of hair around her asshole. I had to use my fingers to comb her hair to get a look at her clit and inner labia lips. I couldn't believe how much I loved the smell of her pungent and wet cunt. The more she used every dirty word she knew to extol me to eat her pussy. I was sweating by the time she smashed my face into her hairy cunt and screamed that she was cumming. When she recovered she reversed our positions, and she used her tongue to stimulate my nipples until I was driven to distraction before she worked her way down my body to suck on my little cunt. I had never cum at the hands of anyone before, so it took forever before I went into a quivering orgasm. I actually blacked out for a short time, but my body continued to quiver while I was unconscious. I was in love with her after that night. Each night after that I slept in her bed and she introduced all manner of ways for me to please her sexually. She enjoyed introducing me to various sized dildos before she actually put on a large strap-on dildo. She even stuck a horse hair tail attached to a butt plug in my asshole while making me crawl around on my hands and knees. There were even times when she would spread her butt cheeks and have me tongue fuck her asshole. Having me wipe her wet pussy was only the latest demonstration of her domination of me. I followed her lead and stopped shaving under my arms. I was just starting to grow pubic hair so there was no fear that hair would peek out of the leg hole of my panties. The last bell of the day brought me back to reality. Normally I would take the school bus home, but I didn't take the bus home. It would be at least three hours before Beverly would get home from work, and Ms. Coggan had invited me to come back to the library after school. When I made my way to the library I had to knock on the glass door to attract her attention. She came to the locked door and pushed the bar to open the door without unlocking it. She allowed me to enter and closed the door behind me. She accompanied me to the back room. The reference magazines and books were right where I had left them. She pulled up a chair next to mine while I started reading. Some of the case studies reminded me of the way Beverly had seduced me. When I read a description of a girl being masturbated by an older woman, I asked Ms. Coggan, "How do women masturbate girls?" Ms. Coggan moved her chair closer to me and smiled as she placed her hand on my knee below the hem of my skirt. She moved her hand up under my skirt along the inside of my thigh. When she reached my panties she stroked my crotch until my pussy juices made the crotch of my panties wet. Then she slipped her hand down the top of my waistband into my panties. Her fingers stroked my pubic hair until she found my little clit, then she stimulated it for a little while. Then she stuck two fingers deep into my pussy. (Beverley had taken my virginity several months ago.) Ms. Coggan turned my chair around to face her, so that she could remove my panties. After she removed my panties she knelt in front of me and started sucking on my little pussy. She was very pleased with herself when I cum on her face. She resumed her place on her chair, and I went to my knees before her. I found that under her skirt, she was not wearing panties at all. When I worked her skirt up enough to spread her legs I found that her pubic hair was starting to turn salt and pepper. I'm sure she had spent the afternoon masturbating because her cunt was so slimy and very pungent. It was my turn to suck her pussy until she had an orgasm. When she was finished she offered to drive me home. She gathered up her belongings and escorted me to the faculty parking lot. She owned a little old Honda Civic. While I directed her to Beverly's home I sat close to Ms. Coggan, so that I could masturbate her while she drove me home. While I was doing that I was thinking about how much I should tell her about my relationship with Beverly, and decided it would be best to let her think she was the first to seduce me. When she pulled up in front of my house I let her turn off the engine and sat there masturbating her until she had an orgasm, and gave her a kiss before getting out of the car. I visited her after school in the library two or three times a week to play in the back room after that. I often wondered if any of the other staff at school had a clue what was going on. Just the same I began to think about the end of the school year. I would be moving on to middle school and going to a different campus. I felt sorry about leaving Ms. Coggan behind when I moved on. During recess I noticed a fifth grader that didn't participate in the games other girls were playing. So I made friends with her and while talking to her I asked her if she ever rubbed her pussy. She blushed, but admitted to doing it. While we were talking I was leading her to the library. While we were sitting at a table I reached for her crotch and started playing with her. When she didn't object and even reached for mine I knew she was ready. I introduced her to Ms. Coggan, and we showed her the back room. I was pleased with myself for introducing the girl to the librarian. To thank me Ms. Coggan gave me a file card with the name "Mrs. Beal" on it with a little statement to introduce me as a friend of hers. She told me to look her up when I got to junior high. I put the card in my book bag and forgot about it throughout the summer. I enjoyed the summer, and spent as much time with Beverly as possible. As the fall school year approached we began to think about preparing me for school, a new wardrobe was in line, because I had grown at least four inches during the summer, and there were school supplies to buy. As I put the new supplies in my bag I saw the card and remembered what Ms. Coggan had told me. The new school was intimidating to me. I was fascinated by my new surroundings. I wandered around the campus checking out the place. It was supposed to be a closed campus, but there was a gap in their security that allowed the delinquent students to get off campus where they could ditch school or simply smoke where the teachers had no control over them. I was assigned a home room and had to go to a physical education class in another building during the third period and had to go to a home economics class during the fourth period. The minute I saw the teacher write "Mrs. Beal on the chalk board I remembered Ms. Coggan's card. When the class ended I delayed leaving until we were alone before I approached her. When she asked me, "Can I help you?" I handed her the file card. She read it and gave me a warm smile. She took hold of my right hand in both of her hands and told me, "I'm pleased to see that you are a friend of Ms. Coggan and look forwards to us becoming close friends too." She simply added, "You better run along to your home room now. We will have plenty of time to get better acquainted." With that she walked me towards the door, and placed her hand on my butt. She gave my ass a little squeeze as she opened the door. I knew this was going to be an interesting friendship. My school day was a little longer, but there were still a couple of hours before Beverly would get home from work. I had a little time on my hands, so sometimes I would stop at a local 'Dairy Queen' for a treat like a Waffle Bowl Sundae.' While I was buying a cone one afternoon Mrs. Beal approached me. She bought herself a cone and joined me at one of the outdoor metal tables. We were far enough from other tables that we could talk to each other without worrying about being overheard. She asked, "You and Ms. Coggan must have been very close, because she would have never given you an introductory card otherwise. Would you like to have the same kind of relationship with me?" I had liked the look of Mrs. Beal from the moment I saw her in class. She had an air of authority about her. I would guess that she was about my mother's age. She reminded me of Jodie Foster in appearance down to the dirty blonde hair. I looked her in the eye and said, "I'm ready for any kind of relationship!" She reached across the table and took my hand. I squeezed her hand in return. I asked her, "How do you know Ms. Coggan?" "We met at a party, she had one of her students with her, and she still had dark hair at the time. I thought they were mother and daughter. The idea of having sex with them turned me on. When we got down to taking off our clothes we discovered that we both have a strong hair fetish." Hearing that she has a hair fetish instantly turned me on. I wanted to see what her pussy looked like. I squeezed her hand. She asked, "Would you like to come home with me right now?" I was thrilled at the idea, "YES!" We got in her car, and as she drove to her home I asked, "What about your husband?" She chuckled, "I got rid of him years ago. I got married to put up an acceptable front for the school board. They don't suspect teachers of inappropriate behavior if they are married." As soon as we were indoors we hugged and kissed. We shed our clothes right there in the vestibule. I wanted to see if she sported as much hair as Beverly. When she pulled her dress over her head I felt a thrill when I saw the growth of brown hair on her armpits. I stuck my nose right in her armpit and inhaled the pungent aroma of her body. I licked her hairy armpit too. She turned her body to present the other armpit for me to smell and lick, before she removed her bra and panties. As she reached behind her back to unhook her bra I clung to her anticipating the sight of her breasts. I was say that she was a 36-C size. Her breasts were capped with small pink areolas and little nipples. I couldn't resist feeling one while sucking on the other tit. She stroked my hair while I licked and sucked on her tits. I couldn't resist sucking hickies on the sides of her breasts. Eventually she pulled my head away from her tits, so that she could remove her panties. I removed my own clothes while watching her roll down her thin mauve panties. When I saw just how much pubic hair she was sporting I dropped to my knees to worship at her alter of sex. It was obvious that she had been very blonde as a youngster, but it had darkened as she matured. Her pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head, but nowhere near as dark as Beverly's or Ms. Coggan's. I clung to her hips while burying my face in the thick tangle of pubic hair. I do love the aromatic odor of a woman's pussy covered with hair. It is so much stronger. I licked her hair for a while before seeking out her clit. I tongue fucked her until she virtually soaked my face with her cum. The only thing left to do was check out her asshole. I turned her around to check out her butt. Mrs. Beal has a very nice ass. There is only one little brown mole on her right butt cheek right in the fold of her leg. Ms. Beal bent over and supported herself by placed her hands on the wall. I placed my hands on her cheeks and used my thumbs to spread her open, so I could check out her asshole. She didn't have any hair around her asshole. Her sphincter was puckering and pink. I licked her asshole several times before sticking my nose in her asshole. Mrs. Beal enjoyed every minute of me tongue fucking her. Eventually she turned around and pulled me to my feet. She led me into the living room, where she had me kneel on her sofa with my arms folded on the back of the sofa. Now it was my turn to feel a mouth and tongue administer to my sexual needs. She spread my butt cheeks and licked me from my pussy to my asshole. She finger fucked my cunt while she tongue fucked my asshole. I was singing her praises by the time she made me cum. By then I was running out of time, so I gathered up my clothes in preparation of returning home. Mrs. Beal offered to drive me home, but I knew her home was only a few block from Beverly's home. I assured her I could walk home. She sent me off with a warm hug and a kiss. I guess it turned out to be further than I thought, because I managed to make it home just a couple of minutes before Beverly got home. I didn't even have time to change clothes. When Beverly entered the house she immediately hugged and kissed me. Then she held me at arm's length and demanded, "Who the hell have you been fucking?" It stunned me that she knew I had been having sex with someone. I meekly asked, "How could you tell that I had sex with someone else?" Beverly gave me a crooked smile, "Your clothes are reeking with the smell of the Guess fragrance and your face smells of pussy cum!" I had forgotten that I hadn't washed my face at Mrs. Beal's home. When she mentioned the smell I realized that I could smell her juices under my nose and when I smelled my finger it smelled of her pussy juice too. When I lifted my blouse up a little I could smell Mrs. Beal's perfume. I didn't know what it was, but it smelled nice. I didn't know what to say. Under pressure I admitted that I had sex with my home economics teacher. Beverly grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into the bathroom, where she made me remove all of my clothes and put them in the clothes hamper. While I was doing as ordered Beverly pulled her dress off and removed her pumps and nylons before removing her panties and bra. Then she demanded that I get in the tub. I didn't have any idea what she was going to do, but I did as ordered. As I settled down in the tub Beverly stepped into the tub straddling my body facing me. She reached down and placed her finger on her clit and pulled up. She let go with a stream of piss that splashed on my belly as she pulled upwards on her clit the stream moved up my body where she wiggled it back and forth splashing all over my tits, some even splattered all over my face. When I opened my mouth to breathe some got in my mouth. I could taste the salty liquid and smell the ammonia. By the time she emptied her bladder I was soaking wet from head to toe. Beverly dragged me into the shower, where we both rinsed off our bodies. Beverly's legs had also been splattered with her urine. She forced me to my knees in front of her to eat her hairy pussy until the water turned cold. I had never suspected that being peed on and swallowing the piss of my lover could be so erotic. I knew that I would always be Beverly's sex slave. Beverly insisted on me calling Mrs. Beal and Beverly could meet her. Mrs. Beal was reluctant to come to our house, because she feared that Beverly would enact reprisals on her, but she relented when Beverly assured her that there were no hard feelings. When she arrived we met her at the door with dry hair and gossamer dressing gowns. I had never had sex with two women at the same time before. When they rubbed their hairy cunts against my pussy, they rubbed my vulva until it was rubbed raw, and enflamed my vulva almost until it was bleeding. They had me suck on their tits until my jaw was aching. I was sandwiched between the two of them. The smell of their pussies was rubbed all over my body. Beverly even grabbed me by my hair and forced me to rim Mrs. Beal's asshole until she had a strong orgasm. When the two of them had satisfied themselves and made me cum a half dozen times the three of us slept together. Mrs. Beal even drove to school the next day. It has become a regular thing for the three of us to party with each other several times a week. Last night we had a particularly enjoyable evening with Mrs. Beal before she went home. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.