Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 09:03:03 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Hairy Girlfriend (lesbian/adult youth, fetish, oral, anal,, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a 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 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Hairy Girlfriend By Jan I had just finished junior high school, and wanted to work during the summer before starting high school. My father was the manager of the local Bank of America, so when he happened to mention to the owner of the local fast food restaurant that I was looking for a summer job, he was obliged to offer me a job, because my father held the mortgage on his establishment. I was unaware just how much my father played a part in getting the job, I was just told to apply for a summer job there. I was excited about getting my first job, so that I could earn my own spending money. I was proud of my new uniform. It was a brown dress with yellow trim and the same colored cap. I reported to work bright and early. I was introduced to my fellow employees and given the tour of the place, and given the safety lecture. It was all very exciting to me. Most of the cooks were males, while the counter staff was mostly girls, but everyone had to learn every part of the operation. It was a little overwhelming at first, because there was so much to learn. I was exhausted by the time my shift was over. There was just so much to remember. I was doing good to remember the names of all of the employees. I don't consider myself a beauty or anything like that. My hair is someplace between blonde and brown, average length. My features are nice but certainly not movie star material. As a fourteen year old my breasts were still developing. I just figured that I was average looking. That is not to say that boy's didn't find me attractive, there were several boys that flirted with me, but I was not n the mood for a boyfriend, or a serious relationship. As I became familiar with my duties I became more comfortable with my surroundings. I chatted with my fellow employees, and found out about their personal lives in the course of our conversations. I picked up on the guys who were a little familiar and stayed clear of them. It was obvious which of the girls were having sex with both fellow employees and customers. I was not a prude about sex, but had no desire to get involved in such a relationship. There was one girl that was more or less shunned by the other girls and guys. It bothered me that she was shunned because of her looks. She was a slender woman between 25 and 35 years old, named Maria. I couldn't say what ethnicity she was. I'm guessing her family came from anywhere from Turkey to around North Africa to Spain, maybe even Gypsy. She had an olive complexion, and her hair and eyes were dark brown. Her hair was coarse and very thick. I'm sure her thick eyebrows were what are called unibrows. She obviously plucked the hair right above her nose. She also had visible dark hairs on her upper lip. The staff did tease her, but she endured it graciously. I felt sorry for her, and went out of my way to befriend her. I felt safe in her company, and enjoyed talking to her about movies, history and school. I invited her to dinner after work regularly. We were fans of several movie stars, so it was natural that we make a date to see the latest release of a movie starring one of our mutual stars. She was a pleasure to watch a movie with, because she kept quiet during the movie. After the movie, we headed for a local Starbucks for hazelnut latte. We spent the time discussing the merits of the movie we had just seen. She invited me to her home, so that we could continue our discussion. I called my parents to ask permission, and tell them where I would be. They had met Maria, and thought she was a nice young woman. When we got to her home I found it to be a very modest apartment. It was simple and utilitarian. It was a far cry from the home of my parents. It was clean though. She removed her sweater, and for the first time I saw her bare arms, and they were hairy. She set about brewing a pot of coffee, while I followed her around to continue our animated discussion. When she brought the coffee pot and creamer into the living area, and sat the pot on a hot plate. I helped by carrying in the cups and saucers along with the sugar bowl. We sat down on the couch next to each other and poured and sweetened our coffee to taste. We tested them before we continued discussing the relative merits of the acting and message of the movie. The small apartment was soon heated up by our bodies. We were both looking for ways to cool off. Maria removed her bolero top. In doing so I saw her underarms for the first time. I was surprised to see the amount of underarm hair she had. She had a thick patch of dark hair, and when she lifted her arms the musky aroma was strong. I just had to find a way of asking her why she didn't shave her hair without offending her. I broached the subject by saying, "Maria, please don't get offended, but I have to ask why you don't shave unwanted hair like most women?" Maria closed her eyes, lowered her head in thought before she answered my question. Then she said, "As soon as I reached puberty I developed a lot of body hair, just like all of the women in my family. I tried to pluck the hair to no avail, and it was painful. I shaved the hair, and it grew back bushier and thicker. I have never been the kind of girl that attracts men, so why should I keep torturing myself, trying to curry the favor of people that will always make fun of me? I quit shaving completely after I graduated from high school." There was something about her confession that I understood to mean a tragic resignation that she would not attract a nice male, and she would never have a lot of close friends. Her self-esteem was almost nonexistent. My heart almost broke listening to the tone of her story, and seeing the expression on her face... I put my arm around her shoulders and assured her that I was her friend. She rested her head on my shoulder, and started crying softly. I stroked her hair, and found that her hair was as coarse as a steel-wool pad. It didn't take long before the shoulder of my dress was soaking wet. I was wearing a summer yellow gingham sleeveless dress with a tight bodice and pleated skirt. The top was cut oval and the back barely covered my bra. She turned her head and started kissing my neck. It felt strange, but I didn't resist. When she kissed me on the mouth, I could feel the stubble of hairs on her upper lip. I felt her right hand slide up my ribcage until her fingers were rubbing the swell of my 34-C bodice. I felt my breasts respond. Just when I was starting to enjoy her playing with my tit she slipped her hand under my arm and around my body to join her left hand, so that she could unfasten the back of my dress and bra too. She sat back and pulled the strap of my dress and bra free of my breasts. My breasts have a nice shape, but my areolas look like swollen mauve caps on top of my breasts, and the nipples are inverted. I had always thought women had protruding nipples. I wanted to cover them up with my hands, but Maria wouldn't let me. She bent her head down and started licking and sucking my breasts. She was making all kinds of moaning sounds of pure pleasure. When she lifted her head, she carried on about how delicious my breasts were. My hand was resting on her back, because I didn't have the strength or will to resist. Everything I had been taught told me that what she was doing was wrong, but it was so nastily erotically exciting. Maria stood up, and pulled me to my feet. I felt like my legs were rubber, and unable to support my body without clinging to her. I had my hands on her shoulders while she pulled my dress down over my hips with a little effort. I had on pantyhose over hip hugger panties and T-strap cork wedge platform sandals. She pulled down the back of my hose and panties below my butt, before she let me sit back down. I could feel the coarse texture of the cushion pressing against my naked butt. For some reason, that made me feel even more naked than if all of my clothes had been removed. She slipped her hand down the front of my hose and panties, until her fingers found my trimmed pubic hair. I almost peed, because I was so excited. She stroked my little clit until I thought I was going to die. Then she withdrew her hand, and I almost cried. She slipped to the floor and unbuckled my T-straps, removed my shoes, and then rolled my hose down my legs, along with my panties. I felt so exposed sitting there naked, while she was fully dressed. I reached for her and pulled her back up onto the couch next to me. She wanted to feel my body, and was constantly commenting on how flawless and silky smooth my skin was. The tactual stimulation was thrilling, and the compliments were music to my ears. I felt a need to see her body too. I reached for the back of her dress, and fumbled with the catch and the zipper on the back of her dress. When I was successful I pulled her dress down her arms. She also had on a full slip. I pulled the straps free of her shoulders. As her clothes slid down her body I took in the sight of her whole body. She had on a simple bra, and full panties. I was struck by the sight of her dark pubic hairs visible well beyond the limits of her panty's legs, and running up from the tops of her panties all the way to her navel. Her legs were not shaved either. When I got all of her clothes off I had not expected to see a woman as hairy as she was. I could tell by the way she watched my reaction that she was looking for disapproval or revulsion at the sight of such a hairy woman. It was obvious to me that I was being tested. She was wondering if I could measure up to her expectations of acceptance. The only way I could demonstrate that I didn't care about whether she was hairy or not. I knelt before her slender hips and clung to them as I moved my face close enough to smell her aromatic odor. It is impossible to describe the odor of another woman's pussy if you haven't smelled one before. There in the musky odor of moist flesh, urine, and meatiness beyond description. I rubbed my face in her coarse pubic hair until my face looked like I had rubbed my face with sandpaper, and it was wet and reddish. I used my fingers to spread apart her labia, so that I could see her vagina and clitoris. I buried my face in the wet folds of her open vagina. I licked and tongue fucked my first pussy. Maria let me do it to her until she grabbed the back of my head and bucked her hips against my face until I actually felt her fill my mouth with the slimy juices of her pussy. When her breathing returned to normal, she allowed me to pull my head away from her cunt. She pulled me to my feet and kissed me with such passion that I could not breathe. All I could smell was the odor of her pussy, because my nose was filled with her juices. Her tongue invaded my mouth as if to scoop out her own juices. We wound up on the carpet, in a tangle of arms and legs. I found myself professing my eternal love for her. She proclaimed her undying love for me as well. We rested in each other's arms, but could not stop making love to each other. I sucked on her nipples like a little piglet sucks the tit of a sow. I found it strangely exciting to feel the hairs ringing her areolas under my tongue. Maria was just as busy finger fucking me. She pulled on my pussy with her finger, forcing me to straddle her head. She pulled my pussy down to her mouth. She held my hips, and forced me to rock back and forth. In doing so my clit, cunt, and asshole brushed across her tongue. I had to do something to please her too. I reached down for her pussy with one hand and grasped one of her tits with the other. I rubbed her hairy cunt until all of her hair was wet with her own juices, before I set about finger fucking her. She was like an animal being restrained. It was a long and glorious duel to reach our climaxes before the other. I was gifted to be the first one to cry out in satisfaction. She soon followed me, but her cries were muffled by my crotch. We even fell asleep in each other's arms. I was the first one to wake up. I lay there watching her naked body sleeping. I had never appreciated the beauty of the natural body hair before. The smell of her moist body hair filled my nose, and I could smell her long after having made love to her. The evening eventually had to end. I had to dress and go home. When I got home I got ready for bed. I thought about bathing, but knew the soap and water would wash away the odor of Maria. I simply got undressed and put on my nightgown. When I went to bed I could smell her odor all over me, but especially on my fingers. I just had to hold my index finger under my nose while using my other hand to stimulate my clitoris until I came. I did it four times before I fell asleep. It was kind'a funny to report to work the next day after school. I didn't know how to interact with Maria. As soon as I put on my uniform, and clocked- in I greeted Maria with a hug. Other than that we were business like during or work shift. When we clocked out after cleaning up, she offered to drive me home. While she was driving me home we talked about where our relationship was going. I knew that if my father ever found out that I would be disowned. I didn't want to end our relationship, but I was struggling with a logical way to continue seeing her without drawing suspicion. One evening while having dinner with my family my father asked me about work and the people I worked with. I told him that I was learning a lot, and the people I worked with were okay, but I felt terrible about how people treat one woman we work with. When he asked about the problem, I told him about Maria. I explained that she was a woman that has a lot of excess facial hair and on her arms. People are cruel to her, because they say unkind things to her face, and even talk about her, so that she can hear what they are saying. She is a nice person, and I like her. Would it be okay if I invited her for dinner? Mom and Dad assured me that she would be welcome anytime. We discussed what evening would be convenient. I asked Maria after work to come home with me to meet my parents. She was reluctant to do that, but I assured her that the only way we could spend more time with each other was for my parents to meet her, and for them to feel comfortable with me spending so much time with an older woman. She relented and agreed. She drove me home in her old car. It was at least ten years old. The paint job showed the scars of parking lots. The interior was worn and smelled a little musty caused from water damage. She knew I came from a privileged family, but had no idea that my father was so well off. She almost turned around when she pulled into the driveway, and saw the house. She even apologized because her old car would leak oil on the driveway. I practically had to drag her out of the car. My parents greeted her warmly. While we waited for dinner Dad engaged her in conversation. He found her intelligent. He found out that she had a secondary teaching credential in English and History. He asked her why she was working in a fast food restaurant, and she told him that because of the lack of governmental interest in truly educating the populous, she had only worked in a high school one year in ten since passing the board. Dad was a very conservative Republican, but enjoyed the banter with her over political ideology. For every political argument he defended, she could bring up historical facts that proved his argument was faulty. She pointed out that the economic problems we are suffering through now are identical to the same problems that we experienced in the 1920's that led do the depression. She predicted that if we continue following the economic policies we have for the past thirty years we will see another world wide depression. As much as they disagreed with each other, by the time that evening that Maria had to leave for home, they were friends. Dad confessed to me that he admired and respected her. I knew that he would trust her, even though he didn't agree with her politics. I was able to spend a lot more time with her. We even made a date to spend a weekend with each other to visit her family. It was a four hour drive to travel upstate to visit her mother. I was very concerned about meeting her mother. I wanted her to like me very much. Maria didn't tell me much about her mother as a result I had no idea if her mother even knew about her sexual preferences. Her father was deceased, and her mother lived on a small retirement pension. As a result we had to share a convertible couch. It was late Friday night when we arrived, I didn't get to really talk to her mother all that much. It's obvious that Maria's abundant hairiness came from her mother. She was a dark haired woman in her late fifties or early sixties. He face was every bit as hairy as her daughters. In her case, she really did have a unibrow. When she greeted me with a kiss, I felt her mustache tickle my lip. We were tired and sleepy, so we agreed to go to bed, and get up early to get better acquainted in the morning. After her mother retired to her bedroom, Maria and I pulled out the convertible couch, and made the bed. We undressed each other and cuddled up in each other's arms. I just had to ask if her mother was as hairy down there, as she grabbed me by the crotch. Maria chuckled, and told me to ask her in the morning. I could picture myself asking such a question of the mother of my lover. We were both tired from the drive, but were also horny as hell. We just had to satisfy each other before we could go to sleep. We sucked each other's breasts before we reversed positions to engage in a long mutual act of oral sex on each other. I did my best to be quiet, but she did induce strong responses in me, so some noises did escape. Maria had no such compunctions, and she was crying out and extolling me with comments about my ability to please her. It made me nervous, because her mother could probably hear us. I don't even remember how many times we made each other cum, but we eventually fell asleep cuddled up in each other's arms. We even slept in late the next morning. The smell of cooking bacon, toast, and coffee woke me up. Maria had already gotten up. She was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. When she emerged all she had on was her hip hugger panties. She was still brushing her hair. I became aware that my bladder was urging me to empty it. I scrambled out of bed, and put on my panties and the tank top from yesterday, before rummaging through my travel bag for my makeup bag. I kissed Maria on my way to the bathroom. I sat down to pee while pulling out my toothbrush and hair brush. As soon as I wiped I stood in front of the mirror to brush my teeth. I brushed my hair. I was not comfortable until I had applied my makeup. When I emerged from the bathroom Maria's mother called out that breakfast was ready. Maria had made the couch up, and our blankets, sheets and pillows were stacked in a chair. She still had not dressed, as she took my hand and led me to the dining room. Mrs. Harris was dressed in a full length bathrobe and bare footed. She was setting the table for the three of us. She placed plates in front of the two of us with fried eggs, broiled bacon, buttered wheat toast. She kissed both of us on the cheeks, and then she brought her own plate, along with a coffee pot. She filled the three cups, and asked me if I preferred sugar, artificial sweetener, and artificial creamer. I thanked her and chose to sweeten my coffee with the French Vanilla artificial sweetener. While we ate, we carried on light conversations. When we were finished eating Maria got up and gathered up the dishes, and put them in the dishwasher. When she returned to the table, she embarrassed the hell out of me when she announced to her mother, "Aggie wants to know if your body is as hairy as mine!" Mrs. Harris chuckled and came around the table to stand in front of me. She bent over and kissed me on the mouth. She said, "Honey...you can ask me anything you like." I could see down the front of her robe, and she did have nicely shaped breasts, and there were some hairs between her breasts. She stood up and untied the sash, and the rode parted exposing her naked body. There were hairs ringing her areolas just like Maria. If anything she was even more hairy than Maria. The trail of hairs between her breasts ran down the middle of her body to her naval. Then the hair picked up below her navel, spread out and got thicker on her pubic area. The hair was dark and thick enough to hide the opening of her pussy. I saw hairs spreading out down her legs. About the only hairless area were her feet. As she let the robe fall to the floor to gather around her feet, she turned around to show me her back. There were some hairs under her shoulder blades and a little patch on the small of her back. The hair was thinner on the backs of her legs from friction, but I could also see some hairs peeking out from between the cheeks of her ass. I knew that she must have hair ringing her asshole like Maria. Truly she was hairier that her daughter. When she turned around she asked, "Does that answer your question?" with a smile on her face. I must have sputtered something dumb like, "I guess." She bent over and kissed me on the mouth. Her mustache tickled my face. She sat down on the chair next to me and asked me, "Do you have any more questions I can answer?" I had to ask, "You and Maria are so comfortable about nudity. How did the two of you become so open about it?" Mrs. Harris said, "After my husband passed away Maria became very close, we even started sleeping together. I had no idea that Maria had been aware of my relationship with my women friends. She asked me if she could do to me what she had seen my women friends do to me. After I got over the shock that she had actually seen me making love to my girlfriends, I figured why not. Maria and I have been lovers ever since. I assume that you are her girlfriend now!" Her statement of the facts took me by surprise, but I admitted that I was in love with Maria. With that she took my hand and placed it between her legs. I felt the moist hairs as my finger slipped between the wet folds of her labia. I was shocked by her bold move. I didn't know what to do. She was holding onto my wrist. When I didn't move my hand, she started pulling my hand in and out of her hairy cunt. Her comment was, "Come on baby, the two of you were making so much noise last night that it turned me on so much that I must have frigged myself four or five times before I could get to sleep!" That bit of information increased my embarrassment even more. The picture of Mrs. Harris finger fucking her pussy repeatedly half of the night was both nasty beyond words and erotic too. I was continuing to finger fuck her pussy while she was talking, because she had hold of my wrist, and pulling and pushing on my wrist. While she was doing that, Maria had moved behind me, and was pulling my tank top up to expose my tits, so that she could play with them. She showed off my young breasts to her mother. She was cupping both of them while playing with my nipples. Her mother moved closer to me by stepping between my legs, and lifted one of her heavy breasts, and fed me her nipple. I couldn't believe what was happening, but it felt so damned good I was not about to protest. Mrs. Harris knelt between my legs, and struggled with pulling my hip hugger panties from under my butt. After she pulled them clear of my feet she held the crotch to her nose, and smelled the odor of my pussy and ass. She looked up at Maria and proclaimed, "She smells absolutely delicious!" Her comment was both embarrassing and sexy to me. Maria was still playing with my tits, while she was resting her own breasts on my shoulders. It was like my head was resting in a warm fleshy pillow. Mrs. Harris started spreading the lips of my pussy in preparation for sucking my pussy. She teased me by blowing air on my clitoris, before she licked my gash from asshole to clit. I was a quivering bowl of jell-O before I cum. They had to help we stand up, because I was too weak to stand on my own. They guided me to Mrs. Harris' bedroom. I scanned my surroundings quickly. It was a cluttered woman's bedroom, because clothing was scattered around the room. There was a slip draped over a corner of her vanity dresser mirror. There were several pictures on the walls and on end tables. They were of Maria and Mrs. Harris. The one that caught my eye was a picture of the two of them naked and playing with each other's hairy pussies. They placed me on her bed, and joined me. Mrs. Harris assumed a passion at the head of the bed with her back against the headboard. She spread her legs, and asked me if I would like to taste her pussy. In answer to her question I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her wet pussy. She smelled even stronger than Maria, if that were possible. She stroked my hair while I lapped and sucked on her pussy. While I was doing that Maria was behind me. Maria spread the cheeks of my butt, and licked my asshole. That was so exciting, that I started quivering all over again. While I was recovering from another climax Mrs. Harris drenched my mouth with her pussy juice, as she climaxed too. I had to rest after that. I was cradled in Mrs. Harris' arms and Maria was pressed against my backside. Mrs. Harris eventually asked Maria, "Honey could you find something to do for a few hours while I get to know your girlfriend even better?" Maria said, "I can do a little shopping!" With that Maria got up and kissed me on the lips and said, "Enjoy yourself baby while I'm gone!" I heard her getting dressed, and the sound of the front door closing, moments later I heard the car leaving. I lay there in Mrs. Harris' arms, feeling the beat of her heart. Mrs. Harris said, "Now...first don't call me Mrs. Harris anymore. My name is Melisa. I wanted to have the pleasure of making love to you alone for awhile. With that she rolled me onto my back. She spent a long time feeling, licking and inspecting my body from head to toe. She produced a strange collection of sex toys. She picked up a string of five beads that were the size of ping pong balls and stuck the first ball in her mouth to get it wet. Then she lifted my legs up curling me up in a ball, so that my butt was up in the air. She took the first bead and pressed it against my little asshole until it popped in. Slowly she inserted each of the remaining balls into my asshole. I gave me a strange feeling back there. She bent down and started licking my cunt and clit wildly. Just as I was starting to get close to cumming she pulled one of the beads out of my butt. I started to cum, with each bead being pulled out sent me into another quivering, breathless climax. When she let me stretch out on the bed I felt like I was numb and unable to move any limb. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. It felt like I was about to faint. But Melisa was not finished using me at all. She sat on my face, covering my nose and mouth with her wet hairy pussy like her cunt was a gas mask. She virtually smothered me until I had to struggle to turn my head to catch a breath. Then she turned my head back up by my hair and smothered me again. She was getting off rocking her hips back and forth rubbing my nose with her cunt and asshole. She picked up a dildo that was battery powered, with silicone nubs covering the length of it. It also had a silicone finger on top that rammed against my clit with every thrust. I still had to struggle to catch a breath. At least with her bent over using the dildo on me it was only her cunt covering my mouth. My nose was free to breath. The proximity of her asshole filled my nose with the fragrance of her asshole with every breath. I lost all relationship with time it could have been minutes or hours as far as I knew. When I heard the front door open I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that three hours had passed. As Melisa climbed off of me I felt a cool draft of air sweep over my body. Maria entered the room with a big grin on her face. She asked, "Did the two of you become close friends?" Melisa said, "I'm in love with your girlfriend. I'm going to have to visit the two of you often from now on." All I can say is that I was both exhausted and regretful that the weekend had to end. I slept most of the way home. I looked forward to future visits with Melisa. I don't know how I kept my relationship with Maria from my parents. When school was in session I couldn't work, but I found ways to visit Maria. I managed to even continue my relationship with her through college. It came as a big shock to my parents when I graduated and announced that I was in love with Maria, and intended to live with her. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com