She smiled. "You're pretty hairy yourself," she chuckled. Then, shooting me an impish glance, she said, "I think hairy men are sexy."
"I was hoping you would."
My hands stroked over Anna's back and sides. Playfully, I ran my fingers through her armpit hair, stretching the hairs out to their full length, and savoring its thickness. Even the scent of her body in her underarm fur was sexily arousing.
I yearned to feel her firm, round breasts, but I didn't want to seem too pushy. Heck, it was only a couple hours ago that we told each other our names. But Anna was just as hungry as I was. Peeling down the shoulder-straps of her bathing suit, she exposed her lovely breasts to my grateful gaze.
"Thank you, God," I breathed. They were magnificent -- full and firm, and olive-colored. Her nipples and areolae were a deep, almost purplish brown. And a few small stray hairs sprouted from each areola. "Wonderful," I murmured, as I took them in. "Simply wonderful."
I cupped my hand over one breast, and then the other, savoring their full, weighty heft, bouncing them gently in my hands to see them jiggle sexily, while Anna grinned at my playfulness. Finally, I bent down to take them in my mouth, sucking appreciatively while Anna groaned at the sensation.
By that time, I had a stiff hard-on, straining against the fabric of my swimsuit. Anna could hardly have missed it -- it looked like some jungle snake caught in a bag, trying to escape.
"Did I do that?" she asked, sweetly.
"Uh-huh," I replied. "You should be proud of yourself."
"I had no idea."
I scooted my hips up off the couch, and peeled my suit off myself, freeing my erection from its captivity, to stand straight up from my loins, pointed at the ceiling.
Anna gasped. "Oh my. . ." she blurted. "It's big. . ." Looking up at me, a twinkle flashed through her eyes. "And hairy. . ."
She began sensually running her fingers through my pubic hair, then cupped her hand on my balls before sliding it slowly up and down my shaft. A copious bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock, then dribbled down over my cockhead, onto my shaft. Anna took some of the slick fluid on her fingertip, then rubbed it along my shaft, using it as a lubricant for her impromptu hand-job.
Abruptly, she stood up. Taking my hand, she pulled me to her bedroom, my stiff cock pointing the way ahead of me. Once inside her bedroom, she turned to face me, the top half of her bathing suit bundled around her waist. Hooking her thumbs into the stretchy fabric, she looked into my eyes and peeled it off herself, standing before me completely naked.
I was awestruck. I would never have imagined that any woman could be so sexy, so earthy, so natural, as what Anna was. Her pubic hair was an amazing, luxuriant bush -- dark and thick and curly, like lamb's wool, which covered a wide expanse of her lower belly, even a bit beyond the creases where her legs met her torso. No wonder she wore a one-piece swimsuit -- no bikini bottom could have contained it. And just as my own pubic hair had a 'spillover' onto my upper thighs, so did Anna's -- thus, the little 'legs' on her suit. Shaving such a resplendent bush would have been a crime against nature. Such abundant hair on a woman's pubis -- it took my breath away.
"See how hairy I am?" she said, almost plaintively. "Do you still think I'm pretty?"
"More than ever," I said.
I took Anna in my arms, carrying her across the room and laying her tenderly on the bed, her ass resting on the edge of the bed as I knelt in front of her. I draped her legs over my shoulders -- my own hairy shoulders -- and leaned in to worship her wondrously furry pussy. The pungent aroma of her arousal filled my senses.
Anna raised her head up to look at me. "Are you gonna. . .?"
"I am," I grinned. "You have the most amazing pussy that there ever has been, and I aim to give it the loving attention it deserves, if I may. You just lay back and enjoy."
"Oh god. . ." she gasped, as I made the first gentle, nibbling contact between my lips and the tender skin of her inner thighs. Slowly, I moved my face in a large circle around her entire groin, nuzzling her luxuriant bush with my nose and mouth. With my lips, I teasingly tugged on her pubic hair. Then, I nuzzled around her opening with my nose and tongue. Even as I did, I ran my fingers through her rich fur, reveling in the sheer, profligate thickness of it.
Gently, I probed between her labia with my tongue, lingering as I enjoyed the tangy savor of her vaginal sauce. Slowly, I moved my mouth to the top of her vulva, to the nexus where her labia met, and her clitoris was beginning to emerge from under its hairy hood. At first, I ran my tongue in little circles around her nubbin, then I pursed my lips over the soft flesh surrounding it, and gently sucked on it, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, while Anna squirmed and groaned with arousal.
When I laid my tongue broadly across her clit, and began making long, ice-cream strokes, she squealed with delight, and began to buck her hips against my face, making it difficult for me to keep my tongue engaged on her clit. I persevered as best I could, and soon, she was gasping and panting in orgasm, clutching my head tightly against herself, twisting and writhing uncontrollably.
"Oh god!" she cried. "Oh god. . . I've never felt anything like this. . . Oh, Pete. . . it feels so good. . ."
I kept licking her, and she kept coming, rolling and writhing through orgasm after orgasm, until she finally pushed my head away, panting.
I slid up alongside Anna. While she slowly recovered her breath, I resumed idly running my fingers through her spectacular pubic thicket, taking delight in the sheer abundance of it, watching her firm, olive-skinned breasts rise and fall with her every gasping breath.
Finally, when she was breathing nearly normally, she turned her face to me.
"You know this is my first time, right?"
"I didn't know that. Are you OK?"
"I have never been so OK in my life."
I nudged gently at her clit with my finger. She squealed; it was still sensitive, after her climax.
"Have you. . . done it before?" she asked.
"A few times," I answered. "But never with anyone as beautiful as you."
She laughed. "Now I KNOW you're bullshitting me."
"I never would. One of these days, you'll believe me."
"Sorry; it might take me awhile to completely get it."
"That's okay; I'll just keep telling you until you do."
I pulled her to myself and kissed her deeply, running my hands all over her olive-hued shoulders and back, and over the smooth, dusky cheeks of her ass, and down her thighs. Then I rolled her on top of myself, her full, firm breasts mashing against my hairy chest. She wriggled from side to side, enjoying the sensation of her nipples running through my chest hair, purring happily.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "You're nice and furry. Makes my nipples tingle."
She sat up, straddling my thighs. My erection stood straight up from my loins, its base covered with my own dense pubic jungle. Anna took my shaft in her hand, gazing in wonder at my thick pole. Slowly, she stroked up and down along its length, checking out every detail of what was probably, as far as I knew, the first erect penis she had ever seen. She cupped her hand over my balls and fondled them gently, a bemused smile on her face.
"It's so big," she mused. "Are you gonna put it in me?"
"Only if you want me to."
"Oh god yes," she purred. "More than anything in the world. Just go slow, OK?"
"I've got all the time in the world. Especially for your first time."
She raised herself up, so that her furry opening was snug against the head of my cock. With a wiggle of her hips, the tip of my cock snuggled between her puffy labia, like a sensual genital 'kiss'. She paused momentarily, still wriggling her hips, but not moving downward on my cock. A millimeter at a time, she slowly worked me into herself. The tightness of her virgin cunt on my shaft was utterly intoxicating. Then, with a groan from deep inside her, her barrier gave way, and quickly I was all the way inside her, our bodies connected as completely, as intimately, as elementally as they could possibly be
.
I looked down to where our bodies joined. My chest hair and pubic hair seemed to flow seamlessly into her lush pubic bush, obscuring the distinction between her body and mine, making us look almost like a single furry body.
The warmth of her vagina radiated through and around my shaft, as the tip of my cock probed her innermost core.
"Oh god," she gasped, "you're filling me up. You feel so good inside me."
I clenched the muscles of my ass, causing my dick to swell inside her, stretching her opening even more. She giggled.
"Do that again!" So I did, which drew a gratified moan from her.
She raised herself up, my stiff manhood reeling back out of her. I smiled at the sensual sight of my thick cock disappearing inside Anna's pussy, surrounded by the biggest, thickest pubic bush I had ever seen. Instinctively, she began grinding her pussy on my thick pole, and I rocked back against her, matching her rhythm. I reached up to gently squeeze her firm, full breasts as we rocked together in sexual ecstasy. With deep groans of pleasure, Anna ground her pussy back and forth on my erection.
"So good. . ." she purred. "Oh, Pete, it feels so good. I don't want it to stop."
We mated like that for what felt like hours, my cock plunging in and out of Anna's sultry womanhood, as we both savored the incredible sensations of our coupling. Finally, Anna's breathing became ragged, and her movements became more urgent, heightening and intensifying the sensations in my cock.
"Oh god!" she cried out. "Oh god. . ." Twitching and writhing, she seemed to lose all voluntary control of her body. Her thighs rhythmically squeezed on my hips, and her head rolled from side to side as a massive orgasm exploded through her body.
The intensity of her movements brought me quickly to the edge of my own climax. Much as I wanted to prolong the ecstasy, there was simply no way. With a low groan, I sent rivers of my thick, viscous cum surging into Anna's womb.
"Oh!" she cried. "Is that you? It feels like a bubble of warm liquid bursting inside me!"
"Mmmmm," I groaned. "Sounds fun. . ."
She fell on top of me, and we spent a long time afterward hugging and kissing and stroking and caressing each other. In the warmth of our afterglow, it seemed like every nerve ending in both our bodies was hyper-sensitive. I gently trailed my fingers over Anna's back, and down her ass, and she trembled at my every slightest touch.
Finally, she raised her head up and looked deeply into my eyes. Her own dark brown eyes seemed bottomless. Gently, I stroked her cheek and jawline, not quite able to grasp my own good fortune.
"You," I crooned softly, from the old Joe Cocker song, "are so beautiful. . . to me. . ."
She laid her head on my chest, and soon we drifted off into a happily satiated sleep.
I don't know how long we dozed, but when I awoke, I could feel my cock, still inside Anna, regaining its stiffness, parting the tight walls of her vagina as it expanded again into her warm depths. Soon Anna came awake, prompted by the erotic sensations of my cock inside her. Lazily, she began to grind against my erection again, and soon we were happily fucking away again. In the fullness of time, Anna had her second orgasm on my cock, and I sent a fresh surge of my semen into her.
*****
When I finally awoke in the morning, Anna was already awake, lying next to me in her bed, propped up on one elbow, gazing at me as I slowly gained consciousness. The sheet had slipped off her, so her naked body was completely open to my grateful scrutiny. Slowly, I ran my eyes over every woolly inch of her lovely body -- her hairy armpits, her lush pubic bush, the downy fur on her arms and legs, and her wispy girl-'stache that had caught my attention in the first place. If there was such a thing as a Beautiful Woman Lottery, I had clearly won it.
"Good morning, you," she chirped.
"Good morning yourself. You know, you're even more beautiful by the light of day."
She laughed. "I still think you're crazy," she giggled, "but your kind of crazy, I could get to enjoy."
"Ummmmm. . ." I drawled, in my semi-wakeful state, "Would you mind if we just stayed naked for a while? I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and I'd like to look at you just a little while longer, if you don't mind."
"Naked is good; look to your heart's content," she purred.
For several leisurely minutes, Anna and I laid in bed together without a word. My cock began to grow again, stimulated by the sultry erotic vistas of her wondrously hairy body. Anna saw it, and began lazily, appreciatively stroking it. In response, I ran my fingers through her pussy-fur again, then began probing inside her with my fingertip. Soon she pulled me on top of herself, and, gripping my erection in her hands, she fed me into herself, and I was slowly sliding in and out of her once more, until we came to another crashing mutual orgasm. We lay together for a long time afterward, savoring the delightful warmth of our mutual naked intimacy.
*****
That was several months ago, and Anna and I have only grown to love each other more deeply in the intervening time. I am still utterly captivated by her physical charms -- she seems to have come directly from the elements of the earth, so natural, so richly, profligately wonderful, so full of earthy and erotic energy that it just sprouts out of her follicles. As if she were made just for me; and me for her. For her part, Anna seems less self-conscious about her hairiness, and she is very indulgent of my crazy appreciation of her. I've even gotten her to wear a bikini, with a boy-short bottom.
She is the most extravagantly beautiful woman I could ever imagine, but even more than that, I've come to know her as inwardly beautiful, as well. I want her to marry me, to throw our lives, and our bodies -- in all their hairy splendor -- all-in together, for as long as we both shall live. And maybe make a family of hairy kids.
I think she just might go for it.
The End.
Ancient Heart
The night sky, clear and cloud free, sparkled with a billion stars. The moon hung near the horizon glowing yellow like a great dragon's eye looking down on the silent forest. A dark form rose high into the darkness wings spread wide, caressing the chill air as they beat in a slow steady rhythm. Spinning in the air she folded her wings and let herself drop like a stone toward the earth. The air sped past her with a rush of sound. At the last possible second she opened her wings and pulled up, gliding low over the tree tops. Her heart beat inside her chest, her blood singing with the joy of her flight.
This was one of the few pleasures left to her. She had searched the world over and found no other like herself. She was truly and utterly alone in a world that had all but forgotten her kind. In her loneliness she would seek out what comfort she could find in the arms of a human lover, but it was never enough. Although somewhere in the ancient past their races had been one, humans had lost their inner spark. They had given up the dragon fire and become bound to the earth. Now they walked when once they had flown, they toiled and labored when once they had been Lords of the sky.
When she could stand her solitary existence no longer she took her human form to lie with one who had caught her eye, but it was cold pleasure. For if she did not keep tight control the dragon fire within would sear and scorch her human lover. That is why, on this night, she flew. She strove to drive the need from her body. It had been so long since she had felt that inner burning but with the rising of the moon it burst within her like a flower in full bloom.
Folding her wings she skimmed low over a small lake. Her tail dipping into the cool water and leaving a swerving wake behind her, but nothing could cool that which was within her this night. As she turned in a slow graceful curve her large black eyes caught the glow of a fire at the lakes edge. A smile curved her lips and a rumble began deep in her throat. There was no denying the craving any longer.
Silently she landed near the waters edge, out of the circle of light cast by the small fire. Her body rippled as she changed, her golden scales becoming smooth pale skin, the ridges and delicate horns of her head became long dark tresses that framed her face and lay in wave
s across firm high breasts. Weaving herself a long sheer gown from the evening mist she walked toward the fire's glow. There was only one human there, a man. Tonight he would be hers.
At the edge of his campsite she paused, her sense of smell picking up a strangely familiar scent. It was so faint as to almost be a memory. She sniffed gently and it was gone, merely a figment of her imagination.
The man lay on a pile of furs near the fire. To her surprise all he wore was a kilt around his waist. His hands were linked behind his head and he seemed to be staring up at the moon. Her eyes traveled over him appreciatively, the broad shoulders and the strong chest that gave way to a sculpted stomach. She smiled wickedly as she contemplated what might be hidden by that bit of cloth he wore. His well muscled legs were crossed at the ankle and one foot moved slightly as if tapping. She put her hand to her lips trying not to release a sound of amusement. The man was humming to himself. For just a moment she thought to turn and leave him in peace. Something about him stirred her and she did not want to be the cause of any harm coming to him. Then he shifted and the heat within her body flared to new heights. She would have him.
The warmth of the fire welcomed her as she stepped into its light. The gown she wore barely shadowing the body beneath it. The man turned his head at the slight sound of her tread and his eyes seemed to widen a bit in surprise. As she stepped closer she let her gown fade away leaving her bare to his gaze. His eyes swept over her and a smile spread across his face. Oh he is a handsome one, she thought. He raised himself up on one elbow as she stopped beside him but she placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him onto his back once more.
"Wha...?" He started to speak and she leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss.
Her lips moved against his softly at first then with more intensity as she felt him respond. Their tongues darted out swiftly twinning together, dancing playfully, tasting and teasing. She covered him with her body, settling lightly across his hips. She bit her lip to hold back the lustful growl that vibrated quietly in her throat as she felt the hardness of him against her.
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