In Pursuit of the Hairy Pussy

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In Pursuit of the Hairy PussyFor any of you who enjoyed my account from 1998 titled ‘Remember when we used AOL to Hook Up,’ I have a similar account from that time. As many of you recall, 1998 was the ‘Year of the Brazilian.’ It started to become common for college gals to shave/wax their pussies and the full bush started to become a rarity. Having had enough shaved pussies to feel that they all pretty much looked the same, it was in 1998 that I came to the realization that I not only preferred a full bush, I craved it. Hairless pussies affirmed my love of pubic hair on a female. I never knew how much I loved it until it seemed to all be slipping away. So now I was making a concerted effort to find women who kept their bush to date and hook up with.In late ’98 I went to a familiar bar in my college town where there tended to be a lot of tables. Friends were able to sit together and this evening I was sitting at a table with three of my buddies. The next table was more coed. There were two or three guys and about the same number of gals. I managed to hear one of the guys obnoxiously say, “If she has one stray pubic hair I’m outta there.” As subtly as I could I turned around to see who this infidel was when I heard one of the females respond, “Oh because all women were put on this earth to please you.” “No,” the guy defensively replied “it’s just gross. We’re not living in the 70’s.” I could not see this woman’s face as she was seated with her back to me, but I did hear her admirably respond to this second ignorant comment on this douchebag’s part: “Women had pubic hair long before the 70’s and long after that time as well.” To this, I really heard no reply. It seemed like this woman effectively shut him up.So now I kept checking to see if/when this woman would get up from the table. I had hoped she would without the company of her female friends so that I would have a better shot at having a conversation with her. I also wanted to see her face and figure. Finally, she got up and headed for the ladies’ room. I discreetly followed her, and managed to get a glimpse of her face and figure. She was somewhat short with large breasts and a large ass to match. Pretty blond hair and a cute face with a beautiful turned-up nose. I let her go to the bathroom and just sort of milled around outside. Once she emerged, I went up to her.”I think you were sitting at the table near me and my friends,” I said and then introduced myself.”Hi, I’m Kayla,” she sweetly replied.”I don’t mean to pry, but was that guy who was talking about female pubic hair your boyfriend?””No, no,” she laughed, “my malatya escort friends and I are just hanging out with him and his friends because we live in the same dorm.”So now I’m keyed into the fact that Kayla is a freshman. It probably helped that I was a senior, but I went on about the pubic hair bit.”I couldn’t help but overhear what you said to him, and I was impressed. I agree with you wholeheartedly. It’s a shame some guys put that kind of pressure on females. I’m a senior, and it wasn’t like that when I was a freshman or even sophomore.””You’re of an imbued generation,” Kayla quipped, speaking far more intellectually than most freshmen or seniors for that matter at my school.”Haha. Just three years older and I’m a whole generation older than you,” I joked playing up my seniority.It worked. Kayla laughed and seemed more and more into me. I asked if I could buy her a drink or did she have to go back with her friends. I gave her the option, but she took me up on my drink offer. We talked more at the bar (about non-pubic hair related topics) and the evening went by incredibly fast. One of her less attractive friends came by to see if she was ‘okay.’ I met her too and was very friendly and welcoming. Convinced that her friend was not creeped out or in need of resting, she eventually rejoined her party. Eventually one of my friends came over and said my group was thinking about leaving. I told them I was going to stick around so that a.) they wouldn’t have to wait around for me; and b.) to send a message to Kayla that I was into hanging out more with her. I began to get the distinct impression that Kayla would ‘hook up’ with me that night. She spoke passionately and would put her hand on my hand to make a point or when I said something that made her laugh.Eventually I asked if I could walk her back to her dorm. Blessedly, she said, “Let me just tell my friends.”Kayla did so and then came back. “Okay, I’m ready to go, if you’re ready.”I loved the suggestiveness in her phrasing and gleefully departed with her. We headed back to her dorm – a dorm I knew only had single rooms. I held her hand along the way and she did not shrink from this advance in the least. Once we arrived, I did not say anything, to see if she would just let me accompany her to her dorm room. Sure enough she did. We entered the building, she took out her key to the stairwell, opened the door and just led me up. The whisper of sex (or at least sex play) was all around us. I had those butterfly flutters of anticipation that always drove me wild. Once her dorm room door opened and she flipped escort malatya on the light, I went with my gut and planted a kiss right on her lips. Kayla welcomed this advance, opened her mouth and started ‘French kissing’ me. We kiss-walked to her bed and each kicked off our shoes. It did not take long to get Kayla’s top off as well as her bra to reveal two D-cup breasts with large light pink aureolas. Beautiful. I took my own shirt off and then started rubbing her vagina over her pants. Kayla spread her legs and started moaning. Instead of rubbing my penis over my pants, Kayla slid her hand down my pants and started fondling my erection. Of course, I was most curious to see if Kayla sported the bush she seemed to advocate to her brutish dorm friend. I unsnapped her pants button and unzipped her fly. I saw white cotton beneath which I had a feeling were ‘granny panties.’ Kayla assisted my efforts by wriggling out of her pants. So now I had this ultracute, blond freshman with mammoth tits in her underwear which – yes- were grannie panties after all. I rubbed her grannie panties and felt both heat and moistness. Now was the time for the great reveal. I laid Kayla on her back. Knowing where this was going she reflexively spread her legs to let me remove her grannie panties. Huge, dare I say, mangy, dirty blond pubic hair formed a triangle around a very pretty pink pussy. This hair was LONG! Like 2 inches in length if you separated out each pube. I couldn’t resist saying, “Wow, after hearing what you said to your dorm buddy, I was hoping you’d have a bush like this!””Hahaha. I had a feeling you’d be into it. I refuse to shave; I’m just very selective with whom I show it to.””Well, I’m honored to be one of the trusted few. This is gorgeous,” and with that I took my first lick. And this wasn’t just any lick. I put my entire tongue out and swept over al the was pink in my path. I licked from right above her asshole to the hood of her clit. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” was Kayla’s amusing response. I lied on my back with her ample right through hoisted over my torso. My pants still on, Kayla loosened my belt, unzipped my fly, and whipped out my erection. “Shit, why do you have to be so thick,” Kayla remarked, “you’re making it very hard for me to resist going too far too soon.””I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” I reassured, “but I have to admit I sure would love being inside of you.””Uggggghhhhh, I should not be doing this” Kayla groaned as she took off my pants and threw them on the floor beside her bed. She then proceeded to get on her malatya escort bayan knees with my legs in between and lick my penis. The head was just to lubricate my penis; Kayla knee-walked forward, firmly gripped my penis, paint-brushed it back and forth over her slit, and inserted my erection into her heavenly, hairy hole. Kayla may have been selective with whom she showed her hairy pussy, but she sure seemed experienced in how she fucked me. Long stroked up and down, her torso perfectly perpendicular to my body allowing me to fondle and suck her breasts that bobbed in my face. When I wasn’t admiring her ample bosom, I was reveling at the sight of her huge, dirty blond bush engulfing my entire penis. After about five minutes of this position, Kayla uttered, “I’m gonna cum.” She then switched – without withdrawing my penis and you – into reverse cowgirl. When she was in a seated position I was able to marvel at her large yet strong ass. She later lay her back along my chest as she fucked me and I was able to massage her clitorus and play with her pubic hair. The ciit play elicited much moaning. The pubic hair play elicited much laughter and, “Man, you really do love a bush!””Especially yours because it’s a beautiful shade of blond.” I replied.”Aww, thank you,” she sweetly responded.Now I wanted to do some fucking so I switched us into spoon without withdrawing my penis. As if her riding wasn’t;t pleasurable enough, spoon held even greater delights for my manhood. I practically had to piston fuck her because def long strokes were too damned stimulating in her magical pussy. Kayla didn’t seem to mind and soon whimpered, “Uggghh, you’re gonna make me cum again.” She did, and now I was really in the mood to cum too. Knowing how good those long, spoon strokes felt, I slowed down, practically withdrew and took a long, slow plunge balls deep inside of her. Repeat. Repeat. And about the fourth or fifth time I did this I passed the point of no return. It was an intense, slow orgasm and I was able to leave my cock in her for a nice bout before I had to withdraw. “Now you’re gonna make me cum,” I announced. I did not jerk my penis. I did not want Kayla to think that anything but her wonderful vagina made me cum. I nestled my cock in her pubic hair. Her triangle was so high that I was able to distance my cock from her vagina opening, and started ejaculating. The first heave was an oozy dollop at the top of her pubic triangle. This was followed by several more powerful jets on her abdomen, base of her tits and the bed spread beneath. The light having been left on, we were both treated to a dramatic water show. As I reached the resolution of my ejaculation, I oozed several are dollops on her majestic bush.”Why did I have a feeling that was where you’d choose to spooge?,” she queried as she kissed me while we relaxed in afterglow.

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