Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 09:44:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Hair Fetich Two (Lesbian/adult youth, hair fetish, oral, anal, f/F) Warning: Lesbian/adult youth, hair fetish, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit 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 Two By Jan I grew up in a small community near Eugene, Oregon. Both of my parents taught at the University of Oregon. They deliberately chose to live far enough away from the campus to bring me up in a small town at the edge of a forest. I had free run of the forest trails. I enjoyed being able to fill my lungs with the scent of Douglas fir, Redwood, and Cedar trees. I enjoyed the solitude and freedom to think while jogging over the trails. I stayed close to home where I felt safe, and sometimes I had friends join me. I was about seven or eight when I became aware of sex. I noticed that some of my older girlfriends were talking more and more about sex. They discussed what their boyfriends wanted to do, and what they were willing to do to placate their desires. They discussed giving their boyfriends hand-jobs. It took me a while to find out what that was, and it didn't sound all that appealing to me. When I heard some discussing blowjobs I found that subject disgusting. I couldn't picture myself taking a boy's penis in my mouth, let alone letting him cum in my mouth. There were also a group of girls that were ostracized because they were different. These girls were shunned by the popular children because they were different. There were rumors that these girls were lesbians. Again it took me a while to learn what all of the fuss was about. I did a little reading about the subject. I didn't understand how two girls could have sex with each other considering that they were physically the same. Slowly I learned about oral sex and some of the things women can do with each other. In truth I found the prospect of anything oral disgusting. There were three girls in the local high school that had been expelled from school because they had become pregnant during the school year. A couple of their boyfriends had engaged in unsafe sex. The biggest scandal was caused by a sophomore girl had gotten knocked up by the married music teacher. The girl had obviously been doing more than blowing on her clarinet. Just the same that was the main topic of gossip for the better part of a year. There was scandal around the divorce, and their fleeing to another state where they could get married. That just enforced my resolution to avoid any relationship with guys. Over the next year or so I became fascinated with the prospect of sex with a woman. I felt that having sex with a woman would be pretty safe. There would not be an unwanted pregnancy. The only problem was I had no knowledge of how to act on my feelings. The other popular gossip was about the woman that lived on the edge of the forest. She was reputed to be a witch, or she had killed her own mother years ago. Her name even lent itself to her reputation. Her name was Hazel, so she was called Witch Hazel. Her home was reputed to be haunted. Anytime someone saw her in town shopping the rumors flew. I had only seen her, a couple of times from a distance. I couldn't even say that I knew what she looked like. I deliberately avoided using the trail that passed behind the haunted house. One afternoon when I had taken my usual jog through the forest on a drizzly afternoon, I had made my normal loop and was on my way home, when I stepped on a rock that twisted my ankle as I went sliding face first down the slope. When I recovered my ankle was already swelling and very painful. When I tried to hop on my good leg the jarring sent pain shooting through my ankle. I found a fallen limb that I used as a crutch, as I hobbled down the trail. Then I heard a female voice ask if she could help me. When I looked back up the trail I saw a dark haired woman approaching me. I hobbled over to a rock to sit down as she approached. I was struck by how conservatively she was dressed, by that I am talking about a simple blue print dress with lace collar around the neck, three quarter sleeves and a hemline covering most of her lower legs. She assured me that she lived close by and would be happy to help me get there, and she would be happy to wrap my ankle before taking me home. It wasn't until we approached the back of Witch Hazel's house that I became aware that it was her home. Even if I wanted to panic and run away, I couldn't. She helped me in the backdoor and sat me in a wooden chair at her dining table. She excused herself to go to her bathroom to get what she needed to perform first-aid on me. She drew a pan of warm water from her kitchen sink, and washed my legs, face and hands. Then she checked my ankle. She said, "I think you just sprained your ankle, but you should see a doctor to be sure." She used an ace bandage to wrap my ankle. She helped me hobble to her old car and she drove me the couple of blocks to my home. She helped me up the walk to the front door. Mother came rushing out the door as we approached, because she had seen the strange car pull up, and saw her helping me get out of the car. Hazel assured mother, "I think she just sprained her ankle, but I would take her to see a doctor to be sure!" Mom thanked her for helping me and directed us to the side of the house where her car was. They helped me into the car, and Mom ran back to the house to get her purse. She thanked the woman profusely before rushing me to the emergency room. The doctor that checked me out ordered an x- ray to make sure. While he was un-wrapping my ankle he even commented on how professional my ankle had been wrapped with the ace bandage. While they waited for the x-ray the nurse cleaned me up. The scrapes were superficial. Afterwards Mom took me home and put me to bed. There was no school for me the next day. I was only going to miss school on Friday. By Sunday I was getting around pretty good on crutches. I took it upon myself to return the ace bandage to Hazel, and thank her for her help. When I knocked on her front door she gave me a big smile as she allowed me to enter her house. I said, "I wanted to return your ace bandage personally and thank you for your help the other day!" She accepted the carefully rolled bandage, and said, "I was just about to make a pot of tea. Would you like to join me for a cup or two?" I couldn't refuse her offer, so she led me through the house to the dining table where she had performed first-aid the other day. I expected to see those romantic prints of Jesus Christ on the walls and crosses, but there were only a few pictures of an older woman and another woman on the walls. She was talking to me while she set a tea kettle on the stove. She busied herself while the water came to a boil by getting cups and saucers, sugar bowl ready on the table. She assured me that she had cookies too. She place several Toll House cookies on a plate and brought them to the table. As soon as the kettle started whistling she brought it to the table and poured the water over our tea bags. Now that the pace slowed down we could engage in a true conversation. For the first time, I studied what she looked like. Hazel was a medium height, slender woman. Her face reminded me of a hawk, and she sported a noticeable mustache on her upper lip. Her steel blue eyes didn't miss a thing, and her auburn hair was constantly in a ponytail hung down her back to her waist. I was guessing her age at about 45 or so. As she poured our tea I noticed that her forearms were almost as hairy as a man's. There was nothing about her looks or manner that was threatening. I felt all of the rumors were foolish. Hazel said, "I know about the rumors about me killing my mother, and that I am a witch. I want to assure you there is no truth to any of them, and I want to thank you for your company!" I felt like a fool for listening to the rumors and being frightened of her. I didn't know what to say, any response on my part could offend her. How could I admit having been influenced by the rumors, or deny being influenced by them? I simply said, "I was impressed with your kindness and had to thank you. The doctor even commented that your first-aid and the application of the bandage were very professional." She smiled shyly in response. We continued talking as we finished the cookies and pot of tea. She suggested that we could be more comfortable in the living room. I helped her put the cups and plates in the sink while hobbling on my crutches, before we made our way to the living room. It was raining as usual, and we could hear the patter on the roof, but the room was definitely warmed by the forced air heater. She led me to the couch, and she joined me. She turned her body to face me, and she folded her leg under the one which had her foot still planted on the floor. That was when I noticed just how hairy her shins were. I don't think she had ever shaved her legs. I had never seen a woman before that didn't shave her legs. I found it a little disturbing, and I couldn't even say why. She was asking me a lot of questions about school. It didn't occur to me that she was finding out a lot about me. She could figure out how old I was, what I liked and disliked about school. The most important thing was how close I was to my classmates. She admitted that she had always been uncomfortable when she was a school girl. She told me how she had been picked on, and she didn't have any friends. I felt sorry for her, and even identified with her story a little. She told me, "Growing up would have been pure hell if it hadn't been for Ms. Sara Horne. She was my mother's nurse. My mother was bedridden and required constant care. Sara became my very special friend! Do you know what that means?" I suspected that she was talking about a lesbian relationship, but couldn't bring myself to put my thoughts into words. I simply shook my head no. She touched my arm with her fingertips, and I felt a chill run through my body, as she continued with her story. "Sara taught me all about how women make love to each other. After my mother passed away we became lovers. That was when the rumors started about me doing away with my mother. It took a few moments until the gist of her statement about her being lovers with her mother's nurse sank in. She was actually telling me that she was a lesbian. I was surprised that I wasn't repulsed by her being a lesbian. In fact I found the idea that she might be the woman to teach me about lesbian sex very titillating. Hazel ran her hand up my arm and cupped the back of my head as she leaned towards me. When she puckered her lips, I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss. It was a light kiss on the lips. When I didn't resist, her kiss became more ardent. Before long we were kissing each other with open mouths and tongues fighting. Her free hand touched my cheek, and moved down my neck until it was resting on my little pre- pubescent breasts. I could feel the pressure increase as I filled my lungs with air. I sat there motionless while she continued kissing me and feeling my tits. When she stopped kissing me she pulled her head back just a matter of inches and asked, "Would you allow me to teach you about the joys of sex?" I mumbled something stupid, but didn't object. She started undressing me from the top down. Her every touch was like an electrical shock, but I loved it. She massaged my small breasts for a long time. She even bent down and kissed my nipples and sucked on both of my tits. As comfortably warm as the room was would not explain why I was sweating so much. I could feel sweat trickling down my back. When she knelt before me and started removing my pants she was very gentle with my bandaged ankle. She laid me back against the back of the sofa, and pulled my panties out from under my butt. When she had freed my panties of my feet she sat there studying my crotch. I had started growing pubic hair down there only a matter of months ago. There were just a few hairs on my pussy. She touched my pussy with her fingertips very carefully. I had never felt anything like that before. She drove me crazy slowly massaging my pussy. I actually had an orgasm before she even kissed my pussy. By the time she brought me to a second orgasm with her mouth and tongue I was so relaxed I could have fallen asleep, but she had other plans for me. She eventually stood up and joined me back on the sofa. She didn't do anything more than wrap her arm around my shoulders. She had on that same conservative print dress with the three quarter sleeves. Considering that the heater was working properly she was obviously uncomfortably warm by that time. She was starting to perspire. The fact that her forehead was sweating was proof of that. Her arm around my shoulders had her underarm very close to my head, and I could smell the pungent odor of her sweaty armpit. Normally the aroma would have repulsed me, but under the circumstance I found her body odor very stimulating. I became aware that it was my turn to be the aggressor. It was my turn to stimulate her sexually like she had done to me. I started unbuttoning her polished cotton dress. She didn't have anything underneath. The thing that got my full attention was the fact that there were several hairs ringing her areolas and there were some hairs between her tits. That explained why she dressed so conservatively. I licked her flesh before sucking on her nipples. She stroked my hair while I sucked her tits. I sucked her tits until my jaw started to hurt. At that time I wanted to see what her pussy looked like. I finished unbuttoning the front of her dress before moving to the floor between her legs, and struggled to pull the dress out from under her hips. The aroma of detergent and the musky odor of her pussy were overwhelming. There was some hair around her navel with a trail of hair disappearing under her black panties, and there was an abundant amount of dark hairs running from under the legs of the panties and covering her legs, like a hairy man. I wondered why she didn't shave the excess hair. My mother shaved her under arms and legs regularly and I assumed all women did that too. She even helped me roll her panties down as she lifted her butt up to get the panties out from under her ass. I couldn't take my eyes off of her hairy pussy as I pulled the panties free of her feet. Her vulva was covered with a thick patch of dark hair. As I spread her legs it parted her labia, exposing the moist inner walls of her vagina. Her clit was hooded by the labia, but was swelling as I watched. I tentatively touched the wet walls of her cunt. It felt soft and very slimy. The pungent aroma filled my nose, and made my mouth water. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked my first pussy. Hazel must have become impatient with how slow I was getting around to eating her pussy, because she placed both hands on the back of my head and pulled my face tightly against her cunt. She was pressing my face so tightly against her cunt, I couldn't breathe. When I needed to breathe I had to struggle to pull my head away enough to be able to breathe. I looked up at her face from between her legs and saw her with her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me and stroked my hair lovingly. I dove back in and ate her pussy, with all of the ardor I could muster. All of that hair getting in my mouth just added to the thrill of eating an adult woman's pussy. When she started to cum, she was slapping my ears with her thighs. I sat back on my heels and savored the taste of her pussy juice. Hazel bent over and placed her hands under my armpits and pulled me up, and sat me on her lap. We kissed each other for a long time. Hazel wanted to talk about my feelings. I assured her that I loved what we had done. I promised to visit her as often as I could. She helped me get dressed to go home, and hugged and kissed me before allowing me to leave. True to my word I was at her door the next day as soon as I could get home and change clothes. My ankle was healed enough to not need bandaging or crutches. When I knocked on her door, she greeted me with a warm hug and a passionate kiss. She helped remove my raincoat and rubber boots before she hung it in the vestibule. She had prepared sweetbread treats for us along with her usual tea. The house smelled of fresh baking. The warmth of her house was so comforting. In fact it was a little too warm. All Hazel had on was her light conservative dress and slippers, while I had on wool sweater and skirt with a full slip to ward off the cold. When I complained about how warm I was, Hazel smiled, "Why don't you take off your things to get more comfortable?" I pulled the cable knit sweater over my head, and dropped my pleated skirt. I kept my rayon slip on for the time being. We talked about things we liked and a number of other topics while we ate and drank. Hazel told me about her unhappy childhood and how her mother's nurse had convinced her to embrace the gift of her hairy body. The nurse had assured her that there were plenty of people that were attracted to hairy women. Once she found out that the nurse had a hair fetish she never shaved again. Of course as soon as we finished our snack we were both horny and for the first time she showed me her bedroom. It was filled with old furniture and a four poster bed. She pulled back the heavy quilted bedspread and the blankets. When she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall she was standing there in all of her naked and hairy glory. She didn't even have panties on this time. She was free to help me undress. The slip came off quickly enough, that left only my shoes and panties to remove. While I was climbing into bed she goosed me playfully. After we hugged and kissed she mounted my head and started rubbing her pussy against my face from chin to forehead. By the time she was finished my face was flushed from having all of that hair rubbed against my face. Then she had me sit on her face and rub my little pussy against her face the same way. The next thing she did was to lace our legs so that our pussies were pressed against each other and she told me all about 'Tribbing' while we virtually fucked each other. As much fun as were having I eventually had to get dressed and return home. I spent so much time visiting Hazel that my mother even confronted me about what I was doing all afternoon. I foolishly told her that I was visiting the home of a classmate that I had made friends with. Of course she wanted to meet my young friend. The next day I was beside myself worrying about what I could do to satisfy my mother. When I told Hazel about my problem she thought for a moment before telling me that she had a solution. She called a friend of hers, and explained my problem to the person. Their discussion led to an agreement that the person would come over right away. It was only a matter of twenty minutes or so before there was a knock at the door. When we answered the door there was a woman about my mother's age with a girl about my age standing slightly behind her. In fact the girl and I were in the same school, but different rooms. Hazel introduced me to her friend as Mrs. Barbra Gilbert and her daughter as Brenda. After the introductions to each other, and her daughter and I acknowledging having seen each other at school, we sat down to talk a little more about my problem. I felt really strange listening to Hazel telling a stranger about our relationship, and that my mother wanting to meet my classmate. The woman was very sympathetic. Hazel explained to me, "Barbra and I had known each other for years. We had even had a brief relationship, but Barbra did not share my hair fetish all that much, and besides her daughter became her lover." I couldn't help looking back and forth at the woman and girl for acknowledgement of the truth of the statement. Barbra only smiled at the disclosure, but Brenda lowered her eyes and blushed. I assumed it was true. As we sat there facing each other The Gilberts were sitting on the sofa and I was sitting on the arm of Hazel's chair. Mrs. Gilbert had her arm around her daughter's shoulders. She used her other hand to turn her daughter's head so that she could kiss her on the lips. Witnessing the kiss made my pussy tingle. An agreement was made that I would introduce the Gilbert's to my mother as the girl that was my friend. To consummate our agreement the women wanted to watch the two of us make love to each other. The coffee table was cleared and Brenda and I took each other's clothes off. I lied on top of the coffee table on my back as Brenda mounted me head- to-toe. It was very strange to me to be looking up at a young hairless pussy for the first time. (I learned later that mother and daughter both kept their pubic hair shaved off.) It was very different to mouth such a smooth pussy. The adult women masturbated each other while watching us perform. Later we cleaned up and Mrs. Gilbert drove Brenda and me to my home. Mother was thrilled to meet my new friends. After the introductions Brenda and I were excused while our mothers chatted over coffee. I hated to leave the room, because I wanted to listen to what my mother had to say. Apparently Barbra and my mother got along famously. Mother insisted that I invite my friend over to spend the weekend with us, and I was allowed to spend weekends with the Gilberts. The weekend Brenda spent at my house we were given a lot of room to do what we wanted. We gossiped about our classmates, teachers and anyone else we thought about. We danced with each other while listening to music. There was no argument come bedtime. We were looking forward to sleeping together. As soon as we had finished brushing our teeth, and putting on our nightgowns, and we jumped into bed. We both pulled up our gowns so that we could play with each other under the covers. Mother entered the room to kiss both of us goodnight. As soon as the door was closed we had our hands under the covers, playing with each other's pussy. As soon as we thought it safe we removed the covers and sucked each other's pussy in turn. During the following weeks I went directly to Hazel's. I would remove my clothes as soon as I entered the house and hang them in the vestibule. I would wander through the house looking for Hazel. A typical thing was for me to find her in the kitchen baking bread or cookies. I would back her up against the sink and kneel before her and I got my head under her skirt. If she had panties on I would pull them down, if she didn't have panties on I went right for that wet hairy pussy. I did enjoy sucking Brenda's pussy but I had a thing for Hazel's hairy pussy. To this day I prefer women with very hairy pussies. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.