0 comments/ 64667 views/ 8 favorites Adventures of a Hair Lover Ch. 01 By: jazm49 This is, primarily, a story about my fascination with female body hair, especially when it sprouts and flows freely and abundantly. This book records one particular encounter. But before I begin I'd like to share some background information. Annie, my wife, and I met in college. I've always been a bit of a geek, that's what she calls me, and shy around women. But from the moment I saw her talking with a couple of her friends in the student union I knew I had to get to know her better. What first caught my eye was how small she was. And then I was struck by the beauty of her face, surrounded by a mass of rich red-brown curls. Finally, what clinched it was the sense of intense impish vitality that seemed to emanate from her like heat off a radiator. As I sat staring at her she turned slightly and looked straight into my eyes. I felt as if I'd been hit by lightning, so powerful was her presence. In the merest instant it seemed we each downloaded several gigabytes of information. And then she turned back to her friends. It took awhile before much else happened. I was, as I said, a shy person. But slowly, like magnets drawn into each other's influence, we moved closer and closer throughout the next couple of weeks. And then we abruptly clicked. I learned later that she'd had her eye on me even before I'd seen her at the student union. It was all a cat and mouse game. And she, quite clearly, had been the cat. We realized, even at the start, that we had very different approaches to interacting with the world and for a long time this made us both wonder if our relationship was, in fact, workable. But over the years we developed an understanding of how we complemented each other and came to deeply respect and value our differences. Annie is the adventurous one, the seeker, the swashbuckler, the spunky sprite, the bold zephyr; I'm the ballast, the keel, the counterweight, the appreciator. I play Sancho Panza to her Don Quixote. After many long talks we've come to the conclusion that she expresses and instigates feelings that I carry within myself but don't yet feel comfortable acting on while I give her a sense of safety because she knows that if things get too crazy I'Il be clear-headed enough to put the brake on. Over the years we've developed a delicate, and delightfully vivid, balance between her style of being and mine to the profound enhancement of both our lives. One of Annie's habits that threatened the stability of our early years was her openness to enjoying the attention of other men, especially when this included their physically intimate attention as well. She never made a secret of her other friendships and sexual dalliances and never apologized for them either. Her attitude was that it was her body and she could do with it what she would and if I couldn't handle her choices I could move on. It wasn't that she didn't understand my insecurities or empathize with the hurt I felt but, despite her real concern, she refused to be bound by my limitations. And she didn't (and doesn't) maintain a double standard. She actively encouraged me to experience other women which, because of my diffidence, sometimes took the form of covert facilitation. Eventually, as the true depth of her love and respect for me became clear, I began to appreciate and even delight in the gift of freedom she offered me. I never evolved into what anyone would call a womanizer but I liked knowing that if an interaction with a woman reached the point where sexual intimacy seemed like a good idea I could act on it without guilt. Another benefit was the quality of honesty it built between us. As our relationship progressed I felt less and less of a need to hide what I truly thought and felt because I learned that although she might express hurt, anger or irritation she was always willing to work through these emotions till we both knew where we stood. And, in time, through a rather long and painful process, I taught myself to do the same for her. Several months after we first became sexually intimate, during the pillow talk following an especially open and tender evening of love-making, with more than a little trepidation I broached the subject of my interest in women with a lot of body hair. Her initial reaction, as I had feared, was one of amused incredulity; she couldn't imagine how a man could actually be aroused by a woman with hairy armpits and legs. Annie, I should say, was not a particularly conventional young woman. She didn't wear much make-up. The pieces of jewelry she chose tended to be understated and selected more to express something about herself than for ostentation. And, although she had a marvelous sense of style, her clothing was simple and inexpensive. But one thing she did, religiously, was shave her armpits and legs. So, even though she'd had some experience with the tastes of a variety of men, the idea that a man could find hair on a woman to be sexually stimulating struck her as foreign. But as I talked about my feelings and the moments in my life in which my fascination had been revealed to me, even as my fingers played in the reddish-brown fluff of her pussy, it began to dawn on her just how deeply my feelings went. When, finally, I summoned up all my courage and asked her if she'd stop shaving for me all she would say was, "I'Il think about it. " I knew her well enough by then to know that I would have to be content with that answer as there was no point in pushing her. A couple of months later I found that a soft russet fuzz was beginning to adorn her legs and the pockets under her arms. At first, not wishing to raise my expectations, I told myself that she was simply taking a break from shaving. But then one night, since a couple of weeks had passed and the fuzz continued to flourish, as I knelt between her open legs slowly thrusting and withdrawing while stroking the new furry down on her calves, I asked her if she had, in fact, stopped wielding her razor. "Yes," she said sweetly. "Thank you Darling," I whispered, leaning down to take her in my arms, "I love you." It was a special moment for both of us. Annie wasn't, however, an especially hirsute woman. She developed a couple of pleasant copper colored patches under her arms but the hair on her legs never went beyond a soft reddish down while the fur on her pussy never extended farther than the small neat triangle bounded by her thighs and the bottom of the swell of her belly. At the time that this story begins Annie and I had been together for nine years. We'd graduated from college, settled in the Northwest, and both started our own businesses. I am a freelance computer programmer and consultant and Annie owns and operates a small printing firm. For several years we'd concentrated, almost exclusively, on building up our businesses but now things were beginning to settle down and we were casting around for new worlds to explore. As usual this adventure came about as a result of Annie's explorations. It started with her telling me about some people who'd come into the printing shop; she described them as "interesting", "different" and said, "I think you'd like them". But when she told me she'd been invited to a gathering by some of her new friends I was somewhat less than overcome by the idea of tagging along. And even the tepid interest I did have cooled when she went out and bought a large used tent, quantities of prime surplus store camping gear, and informed me that this gathering entailed transporting this equipment to a forested area several hours away and creating a livable(?) habitation. I liked nature. But I tended to prefer to experience it through a picture window or through the windshield of an automobile. As the date of the gathering approached I began to feel a subtle but mounting pressure from Annie. It puzzled me because she and I generally didn't insist that one share the other's pet project if there was a lack of interest. At the time I just put it down to the intensity of her enthusiasm. Finally one day, unable to guarantee my presence at the gathering by less direct means, she happened to mention with elaborate casualness that her friends called themselves Wylde Wymyn and, as part of their acceptance of their bodies, refused to shave their legs and armpits. They also, she recollected, were casual about nudity and enjoyed going about "skyclad", which was the term they used. In the merest fraction of a nanosecond I was totally committed to being at that place even if I had to pack the tent and all the attendant doodads on my back. My imagination grew so inflamed that I couldn't detach from my fantasies enough to wonder what her motivation for telling me this might be. Upon reflection, after the fact, it was clear that she'd conceived a plan that had been in motion for awhile. But that revelation was several weeks away from dawning. Now I was the one who could only barely contain my impatience at the ambling pace of time. Annie must have treasured many moments of private amusement at the sight of my obsessive glances at the calendar and frantic fingerings of the magic date. Visions of thickly furred shanks, armpits and pussies danced through my head. At last the big day arrived. We'd packed the car the night before, stuffing the trunk and backseat to the point of maximum density, so all we had to do was get dressed, drink a few quick cups of coffee, and head for the freeway just as the sun came peeking over the mountains. The anticipation of adventure, of the opening out of new possibilities, put me in a euphoric mood. I looked at Annie and saw the same deep glow in her face. I felt a strong rush of emotion. "I love you," I said, reaching out to take her hand. She turned and looked into my eyes. "I love you too, Sweetheart. Very, very much." I turned back to the road to hide my overflowing feelings and felt her squeeze my hand. We arrived at the site of the gathering several hours later, about 10:00 a.m. It was being held on someone's private property and, following the directions we'd been given, we turned off the main highway onto a narrow gravel road bounded by a thick growth of trees and drove down it for what seemed like an hour. At one point we met a carload of people coming out and had to negotiate a careful pass with two tires on the road and two tires off. They waved as they went by and we waved back. Finally we came to a place where there was a small yellow tent set up in a small grassy area beside the road. A tall shirtless young man with a scraggly Van Dyke clambered out of the tent as we approached, bearing a clipboard which held a thick sheaf of papers. After asking our names he flipped through the papers until he found the one he needed, made a few notations, slipped a green card under our windshield wiper, and waved us on. We drove for another couple of minutes until, making a turn, we found ourselves facing a large meadow surrounded by trees. We could see that the road ran around the circumference of the meadow and there was an arrow pointing to the right. A hundred yards away a large olive green tent was set up beside the road and a small number of people were moving around underneath. As we came up to the tent a dark-haired, bare-breasted, woman in red shorts detached herself from the activity, picked up several sheets of paper off a small table, and walked up to my side of the car. I felt Annie's knee touch mine as the woman greeted us with a smile and bent down to hand me the papers which, she explained, contained the rules of conduct and a map of the area. I knew Annie had seen, as I most certainly had, that thick black tufts of hair were peeking out from under the woman's arms and her legs were covered with dark hair. "I think I'm going to like this, " I told Annie as we drove away, headed for what Darla, the finely furred woman, had said was the main camping place. "Yes, Darling, I think you will, " she answered. There was something in her tone that made me look at her quizzically but all I saw was a sweet blank smile of impenetrable innocence. We spent the next three hours erecting the tent and arranging the various pieces of camping equipment that Annie had purchased into some semblance of a living space. Annie was no more of an outdoorsperson than I was so we both contracted severe cases of irritability caused by the frustration of wrestling with unfamiliar materials. I'm only being faintly facetious when I say that the stress of trying to figure out how to set up the tent almost ended our marriage. But finally we managed to work out most of the kinks and find a place for everything. There'd been four tents set up when we arrived and three new groups had appeared since. There was a quiet sense of camaraderie but everyone was focusing primarily on their own tasks. So when we finished preparing our temporary home Annie announced, with some acerbity due to her irritableness, that she was going to walk down to the big tent and see if they needed any help. I'd glanced at the map and noticed that there was a place called the "Old Swimming Hole" that I thought bore looking into. If anyone was going to take off their clothes I felt it was safe to assume that this would be the most likely spot. I found the path indicated on the map and followed its rocky way down a slope through a forest of evergreens until I came to a small river. The path turned right and ran along the edge of the river and after I'd proceeded along the path for approximately two hundred yards it brought me to a place where there'd obviously been some effort made to excavate the rocks in order to deepen the riverbed. To the right there was an open grassy area. I knew I'd found the "Old Swimming Hole". The only problem was that I was completely alone. For about half an hour I sat on a rock and watched the river slide by until I got restless and took the path back to the camping area. I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting at my trusty Toshiba portable computer rewriting an instruction manual for a client and watching for nudity in the swelling flow of people arriving to set up their temporary living quarters. It was, I found, very pleasant to key in a sentence or two and then be able to look up and see a naked woman, or man, for that matter, pounding in tent stakes or catch sight of a bare-breasted woman walking up or down the road. At first, I'Il admit, I felt a sexual thrill at the sight. I'd never been in a situation where nudity was accepted with so little fanfare. But as the afternoon wore on my feelings changed from focused sexual response to a more general appreciation. On a level I couldn't quite put my finger on I felt a deep tension draining out of me. I hadn't seen so many unshaven women in one place since I was in college. And I certainly had never seen so many naked women (4!) with thickly furred armpits and hairy legs. The sun was just dipping behind the trees across the meadow when I looked up from the computer screen to see a small, red-haired, bare-breasted woman in jeans walking up the road with her shirt and bra dangling from her hand and realized, with a start, that it was Annie. "Becoming a nudist, I see," I said as she walked up; she seemed to be dancing with barely suppressed energy. "Oh Mark! I love this," she said intensely as she dropped her shirt and bra on the table beside the computer, took the sides of my face in her hands, and gave me a passionate kiss. I reached up to stroke both sides of her ribcage. A moment later she broke away, patting my head, and ducked into the tent. Before I could recover she popped out again, completely naked. "God! This makes me feel so free, " she practically sang and pranced over to perch on my lap. Awkwardly reaching around her I shut down the computer and we talked about our experiences and impressions since we'd parted. Annie told me that she'd been assisting Darla and the men and women of the kitchen crew as they prepared the evening meal. She described how she'd watched the reactions of those passing by to Darla and the other semi-nude women and was struck, as I had been, by the lack of awkward sexual responses. So she decided to try it herself. She caught a few appreciative glances from a couple of the men but on the whole nothing changed. What surprised her was how she felt, the sense of relaxation and freedom. Shortly after I told her the story of my little trek to the "Old Swimming Hole" Annie looked at her watch and announced that it was time to eat. By now the sun had dipped down into the tops of the trees and groups of people were straggling down the road towards the big tent. Annie slipped into one of my old t-shirts while I gathered together our plates, cups and silverware, and we joined the procession. The food, all vegetarian, was laid out buffet style and as we went through the line Annie pointed out the dishes that she'd worked on. Once our plates were full she led me to one of the less populated tables and settled us down across from two young women who were already seated. As we sat down I realized from the way they smiled at her that they knew Annie and I noticed a peculiar speculative look in the eyes of the woman with long black hair directly in front of me. I assumed this was due to curiousity about "Annie's husband". She had a rich olive complexion, dark eyes and full lips; she was wearing a large t-shirt but it was evident that she was large breasted and wasn't wearing a bra. "Mark, these are two of my friends. This is Heather," she said, with a gesture toward the dark-haired woman. "And this is Cassie, " Annie continued, indicating the other woman. "Nice to meet you," the second woman said as she took my hand. I felt a little thrill of pleasure as I gazed into her large smiling hazel eyes delightfully framed by fluffy shoulder-length light brown hair. She was wearing a colorful dress that was tight enough to reveal that she was slim without being skinny. As we ate the three women chatted. Occasionally Annie would elicit a comment from me but for the most part I just listened and observed. It quickly became evident that these two were regular patrons of my wife's printshop and seemed to know her quite well. Ever since adolescence I've been the type of man whose response to women is so powerful that the force of my feelings hogties my tongue and, often, my brain as well. I am like a pilgrim struck dumb by the wonder of God. Over the years I've learned to become somewhat more detached and have developed a sort of clumsy flirtatiousness but in the depths of my heart I feel the same feeling of speechless awe. This was my general state of mind as I listened to the three women talk. We remained at the table long after the others had finished eating and talked about a variety of subjects. As I grew more comfortable I began to contribute more to the conversation. By the end of the evening we were all feeling pretty chummy. Finally Heather stood up and announced that she, for one, needed to get some sleep. She was wearing shorts and I couldn't help but notice the rich growth of black hair on her legs. My cock stirred into a partial erection. As she turned to go my eyes also took in the comely fullness of her bottom. Cassie rose as well and said goodnight. "Do you like my friends?" Annie asked me as we walked back to the tent. "Yeah, I do, " I said, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. She slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a sweet squeeze. "Do you think they're attractive" I stopped in the middle of the road and tried to see her face in the darkness. "What are you getting at" "I'm just curious, Honey, that's all. " Once more I heard that tone of opaque innocence. "Yeah, I do," I said, pulling her against me, running my hands down her body, and then sliding them up under the shirt. The sensation of the slightly cool softness of her bottom under my fingertips aroused me instantly. Adventures of a Hair Lover Ch. 01 "I'm glad," she said as her lips found mine and her belly ground against my cock. We kissed passionately, our bodies fitting tightly together, knowing that we were sharing an idea. Occasionally, throughout the years, we'd talked and fantasized about what it would be like to invite another woman or man to join our lovemaking. We'd never done this but there had been times when we'd developed detailed fantasies about one or another of our acquaintances. It seemed to me that Annie was using the fact of Heather's hairiness to add some extra spice to our little game. "Let's get to the tent," she said breathlessly, pushing me back. Hand in hand we practically ran all the way. Impatiently unzipping the door and tumbling in, Annie whipped off the t-shirt and was naked. It took me a bit longer, since I had jeans on as well as a t-shirt, but not much. In an instant we were lying on the bedding with our bodies pressed together in sweet naked glory. I slid my hand down her side, over the little swell of her belly, and then slid a finger into the mouth of her pussy. I was surprised to discover she was quite moist. "Oh baby, I'm ready; just put it in!" She whispered. I didn't need any more encouragement. A second later the soft slick heat of her pussy was hugging the shaft of my cock. "Oh yes, oh God yes! " She sighed. I put my left arm around her shoulders, pushed my right hand under her bottom, and began moving inside her with firm insistant strokes. She kissed my neck and chin and then found my mouth with a passionate hunger. Our tongues tangled in a desperate dance, striving for connection. I could feel her chest vibrating with low, barely audible, moans. She pulled away and whispered in my ear. "Would you like to fuck Heather, baby? Would you like to see her hairy cunt? Would you like that?" Her words had precisely the effect she intended; I began moving into her with a deep urgent need. "Oh yeah. Oh fuck me, baby. Fuck me Like you'd fuck Heather's hairy pussy. " I didn't last long. In less than a minute of frantic thrusting I buried the full length of my cock inside her and loosed my seed in three exquisite spurts. Maintaining the connection while kissing her neck and face I reached down between us and began to massage the area around her clitoris with my fingers. "It's your turn, sweetheart, " I whispered, "I wanna feel you come." I bent down to lick the sweat-salt off her little breasts and suck each long nipple into my mouth. Then I lifted my head and, after kissing her mouth, asked, "Would you like to see me fuck Heather, baby?" "Yes, yes I want to see that, " she said. "I want to see your cock fucking her hairy cunt. Yes... ah... ahh... ahhh." I felt her tummy trembling under my hand. Then her body relaxed. I withdrew my semi-hard cock, lay down beside her, and put my arm around her shoulders as she moved over to settle her head on my chest. This is how we fell asleep. Sometime in the night I awoke, as I often do, chasing some scrap of dreamthought into consciousness. Annie and I had shifted our positions and were now lying butt to butt. As I lay listening to the night, trying to find my bearings in this unfamiliar place, I heard the muted whimpering cries of a woman's pleasure. The warm flush of desire surged through my body. I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft of my cock and held myself. The cries continued for about half a minute and then subsided. Hearing the unknown woman made me realize how far sound carried in a village of cloth houses. I wondered how many people had heard Annie and me talking about Heather; it made me feel a little silly. Still holding myself I fell back to sleep. Adventures of a Hair Lover: Ch. 02 The next time I woke up it was daylight and Annie was preparing to leave the tent in last night's t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. I could hear other people stirring outside. "What time is it, " I asked. She came over and gave me a quick good-morning kiss before answering. "It's about six-thirty, Hon; breakfast will be ready in another hour. There's probably some coffee now though." With a little wave and a smile she disappeared out the door. I lay back, listening to the sounds of people moving around me and the quiet murmur of voices. It was odd to have the private and public spheres separated only by a thin sheet of nylon fabric. Finally I rose and, like Annie, donned a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt and ambled down to the dining tent. There were about fifteen people sitting around drinking coffee or tea and talking. Annie was busy making french toast so I got my own cup of coffee and sat on the outside of the circle and listened to the conversation. After about fifteen minutes Heather appeared and, after speaking to Annie for a couple of minutes, brought her cup of coffee over to sit beside me. She was wearing a long purple and black dress that was made out of a diaphanous, almost transparent, material. The fact that I could see the vague shapes of her large breasts shifting under the gauze and the shadow of her full pubic patch unnerved me. Somehow she seemed more naked than the nude women I'd seen yesterday. I was extremely aroused, especially after the fantasy session with Annie last night, but I didn't feel comfortable revealing this to Heather. However, adding to my distress, I had the distinct suspicion that Heather was well aware of my turmoil and was intentionally playing on my arousal. And succeeding. Even though we managed to maintain a mangled conversation our words conveyed the least of our communication. At one point Annie came over and brought Heather and me each a plate piled with scrambled eggs, fried potatoes and french toast. As she set the plates in front of us I happened to catch the rather enigmatic glance that passed between them. "You've got a very sweet husband, " Heather said, placing her hand on my bare thigh and giving it a squeeze. I felt flushed and flustered. I had an almost full erection that, because I'd been unable to adjust it, had snaked down the leg of my cut-offs and was threatening to stick its head out the bottom. I looked at Annie with a pleading expression. My dear wife just giggled and headed back to the stove. I tried to focus my attention on eating but it was hard to concentrate with Heather's nearly naked body so close by. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like without the dress on, what the true extent of her hairiness was. Annie had talked about Heather's "hairy cunt" last night but I didn't know if she was speaking of something she'd seen or was just trying to excite me. I was hoping I'd get the chance to see for myself sometime during the weekend. Even while I was entertaining these thoughts, and we ate, Heather and I continued to talk. As she stopped being so flirtatious and the conversation deepened I began to feel more at ease. I asked her about her involvement with the Wylde Wymyn and what it meant to her and, as she answered my questions, I realized that what I'd taken to be a kind of joke was actually a disciplined search for life-sustaining values. We finished eating and kept talking. "What is the meaning of not shaving your legs and armpits?" I asked. She gave me a brief, but knowing, look of amusement and then became serious. "I've felt for a long time that it's important for me to accept and respect the form my body naturally takes. This means, for me, accepting that I'm a big woman, what many would call fat; it also means accepting the fact that due to my genetic makeup my body sprouts great quantities of hair. I choose not to fight those things. But it's been hard. There have been people who've felt they had the right to say some pretty nasty things to me." There was a slight catch in her voice that I sensed indicated the presence of a hidden well of pain. "And yet, on the positive side, it moved me to seek out others who view life the same way I do. As the poet Charles Simic puts it, 'He who cannot howl will never find his pack'. I've found my pack and I've never been happier in my life. " At some point Annie joined us with her own plate of food. Then Cassie showed up. The conversation flowed off into directions that didn't really interest me and I grew restive. One of the kitchen assistants came by looking for volunteers to help collect and haul the garbage and I offered my services. This occupied about an hour and a half. It was about 10:30 when I got back to the tent. Annie was nowhere in sight and there was very little activity around the tents. After considering my options I decided to try my luck at the "Old Swimming Hole" again. Taking an old blanket and a book, A Guide for the Perplexed, I headed down the path I'd taken yesterday. This time I was in luck. There was a small group of naked men and women splashing in the water and several children playing among the rocks at the river's edge. Feeling a little guilty about being here only to watch the naked women I walked past them a ways and settled myself in the shade of a large evergreen whose lower branches had been lopped off. I sat looking around with my book in my hand pretending to be absorbing the marvels of nature, which I was, but I was more intent on catching glimpses of the naiads playing in the pool than the trees, rocks, and sky. All the women had dark patches under their arms. After about fifteen minutes I began to feel increasingly conspicuous being the only one dressed. I've always been a fairly modest person so the idea of taking off my own clothes was slow in forming. But finally, figuring that everyone else was naked so I might as well be naked too, I pulled off my t-shirt and slid out of my cutoffs. It was a peculiar sensation at first. To be exposed in a public setting, even if everyone else was exposed too. And yet, as I lay there, I began to feel the same deep sense of relaxation I'd felt yesterday afternoon. Gradually I became less focused on the people in the water and actually began to read my book. A couple of hours later the population in the pool had dwindled down to one couple sitting chest deep in the water gazing into each other's eyes. I decided, somewhat reluctantly, that my time could probably be better spent working on the training manual so I put on my cut-offs, gathered my things, and walked back up the path. As I neared the tent I heard the pealing of female laughter. I pushed through the door and was greeted by the abrupt descent of conspiratorial silence. Heather and Cassie were sitting on two of our camp stools while Annie, completely naked, was stretched out on the bedding and leaning against a couple of cushions. Heather was wearing the same purple and black dress she'd been wearing earlier and Cassie had on a yellow cotton sundress. Each of them was holding a glass of white wine. They were looking at me and I felt an indefinable sense of tense expectation. "Hi Sweetheart, " my wife said, "why don't you pour yourself some wine and join us?" "What's going on?" I asked as I took the glass Annie handed me and tipped the jug to fill it. The three women giggled, a bit hysterically I thought. "Oh... just having some girltalk," Heather said and they all giggled again. I looked at each one of them in turn with growing suspicion. I couldn't imagine why they were acting this way, like little kids with a guilty secret. "Annie, what's going on?" I asked again. "Somebody's got to get this thing rolling, " Heather said. I couldn't tell if she was talking to herself or to the two other women. I knew I wasn't the recipient. "And it might as well be me. " Annie and Cassie shifted nervously and exchanged a brief glance. Cassie ran the palms of her hands down her thighs and then clasped her hands around her knee. I was mystified. Heather spread her legs under the dress and put her hands on her knees. "Annie says you like hairy women," she said, sliding her hands up her thighs with seductive deliberation until her dress was bunched up around her waist. "How do you like this?" I felt as if I'd been slammed in the chest with a sledge hammer. My heart was beating madly and my mouth was dry. A hot flush spread across my face; I couldn't believe this was happening. I licked my lips involuntarily and looked at Annie. She seemed to be enjoying my discomfiture. They all were. My gaze returned to Heather. She was the hairiest woman I'd seen in my life in or out of a magazine. Her legs were covered with a profusion of short black hair that dwindled somewhat past her knees but then burst forth in rich, curly, abundance around her pussy, spreading out over her inner thighs. "Show him the rest of it, " Annie said. "I will if Cassie shows him hers, " Heather replied. We all turned to Cassie who flushed. She hesitated for just a moment, stood up, and quickly pulled her dress over her head. She, like Heather, wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress. I was beginning to recover from the shock of Heather's sudden exposure and so was able to focus my attention on Cassie a little better. Cassie's hairiness was different, less dramatic, than Heather's. Her hair was a light brown, almost blond, and covered her lower body with a soft carpet of fuzz. She too had a thick pubic patch but only a narrow line of longer hairs climbed all the way to her navel. She made a teasing little turn, like a model at the end of a runway, lifted her arms and clasped her hands behind her head to show off the full growth under her arms. At this point I had no idea how far this was meant to go or even if there was any kind of real understanding among the three of them. I only knew that I was enjoying what I was seeing and if they were willing and Annie didn't mind I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. "Your turn Heather," Cassie said, sitting down. Heather stood up and pulled off her dress. She was what I'd describe as plump, not obese really, but well padded with large pendulous breasts tipped with dark areolas the size of mason jar lids and sporting thick nipples. Seeing her upright made me realize just how bushy her bush really was. The thick mass of hair rose in a pyramid to her navel with a few stragglers climbing past it. She, like Cassie, clasped her hands behind her head and did a flirtatious little bump and grind. Her armpits bristled with a long luxurious growth. There was even a small patch between her breasts and a number of curly hairs growing out of her areolas. "Well, we're all naked. Why don't you join us, " Cassie said. "I, uhhh..." I turned my eyes to Annie. I had a full erection which I was sure she was aware of. The others had probably seen it too. "Don't look at me, " she said, "fair is fair." It was beginning to sink in that the only limit here might be the sky. The idea was exciting, certainly, but it was also more than a little intimidating. Not only was the thought of satisfying three women daunting but I wasn't at all sure how Annie would handle the reality of seeing me with someone else. For one thing Annie was somewhat sensitive about the size of her breasts and, obviously, Heather was quite large; Cassie too, while much smaller than Heather, had bigger boobs than my darling wife. The notion of finding myself in the middle of an ugly scene didn't appeal to me at all. I was still looking into Annie's eyes. "It's alright Mark, it really is, " Annie said. "This was basically my idea and Heather and Cassie were willing. "An it harms none, do as you will, " Heather said before turning and arranging her dress on a box next to the wall of the tent. I marveled at the sight of her full bottom and the hair that swarmed out of the crack of her butt and over the inner cheeks. Then, her large breasts swinging, she returned to the stool. They were all watching me. I felt rather awkward and ridiculous but also excited by the feeling of suspense. This must be how a stripper feels, I thought. And, acting the part, I undid the top button and, holding the side together, slowly pulled down the zipper. It was funny to see the intentness on their faces, even Annie who knew very well what was going to pop out. I turned around and wiggled my butt. They got into the spirit of my little game and started calling for me to take it off. All off. I wrapped my t-shirt around my waist, slid my cut-offs down my legs, stepped out of them, and flung them in the air. The women laughed and clapped. Holding my t-shirt in front of me I turned around to face them and, with a sinking feeling, threw the t-shirt after the shorts. I'd compared the size of my erect cock with enough of my boyhood friends to know that I was bigger than many and not as big as some. I didn't generally worry. But to have three women avidly staring at that one part of my anatomy made me anxious . "Nice, " said Cassie. "Hmmm, " Heather added. "Come here, baby," my wife said, patting the bedding. When I sat down beside her she put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me back till I was supine. "I don't think Mark will mind if you get better acquainted," Annie told them . Heather eased off the stool and, dropping to her hands and knees, crawled towards me. Her nipples brushed my legs and thighs. At this point Annie leaned over and kissed me passionately, fervently pushing her tongue into my mouth. A sensation of wet warmth enveloped the head of my cock and descended the shaft. A moment later I sensed someone, it had to be Cassie, settle down to my left and a hand began to rub my belly. I felt as if I was suspended in a warm bath of sensuality . Annie pulled back and looked down at Heather. All that could be seen was a veil of long black hair moving up and down. Then Cassie bent down to kiss me. Her lips were cooler than Annie's and her kiss more tentative. I reached out and stroked her shoulder and back before sliding my hand around to cup her breast. "Hmm, " she hummed into my mouth. I caught her nipple with the tips of my fingers and gently tugged. "Hmmm, " she said again. The tentativeness began to melt away as her kiss became more forceful. I felt her reach across me. Curious, I opened my eyes and turned them as far to the right as I could; I saw that she'd captured one of Annie's long nipples with her own fingertips. I gave the nipple in my fingertips a couple of sharp tugs and felt her laugh. I turned my eyes in time to see her do the same to Annie. Annie opened her eyes to look at us. I tugged Cassie's tit again and watched her tug Annie's. Annie reached out to give my nipple a hard pinch. "Ouch! " I said. Cassie pulled away laughing and I felt Heather's mouth leave my cock. I glanced down to see her looking up with a quizzical smile, holding my gleaming cock upright in her hand. No one offered to explain why we were laughing so she went back to licking along the shaft. I looked at Annie and saw that her gaze was fixed on Cassie's face. Turning to Cassie I saw that she was looking at Annie with the same intent expression. A moment later they both leaned into me and their lips met above my chest. I was more than a little shocked; Annie had never expressed any explicit sexual interest in a woman before. She was definitely expressing it now. I could see the passion sparking between them. I maneuvered my arms out of the tangle and moved them till I could stroke both their backs. But a moment later Annie was standing up and stepping across me as Cassie rolled over on her back. In another second they were in each other's arms. I was astounded. At this point Heather grew tired of sucking my cock. She got up and reached into a pocket in her dress, pulled out a condom, and knelt beside me to roll it on. Then she straddled my middle, rubbing her pussy along my cock, raised her bottom, reached down to hold my cock upright and slowly pressed herself down over me. I reveled in the delicious sensation of being swallowed by her slick moist heat perceptible even through the latex. We both sighed involuntarily as her buttocks pushed tight against my thighs. I was running my hands over her belly, delighting in the crisp fleeciness of the curly black hair, following it to where it reached an apex at her navel. "You really do like hair, don't you?" She said leaning over, squashing her boobs against my chest like two soft pillows, to kiss my face with soft pecks before seeking out my mouth. I was stroking her thighs and ass to feel the mossy fuzz. "You're a funny man," she said, sitting up and moving on me. "A lot of guys don't even seem to notice it, or ignore it, and some think it's a turn-off. I haven't met many who like it the way you do." I began fondling her bobbing breasts, teasing the thick nipples, as we smiled into each other's eyes. We'd found a slow, pleasing, rhythm. She'd lift up off me until only the head of my cock remained inside her and then descend, making my full length disappear into her pink warmth. As she reached bottom I'd push up to meet her till we'd achieved maximum connection. "Hmmm, " she'd sigh. And then lift off me again. I looked over to see what Annie and Cassie were doing. Cassie was lying on her back with her eyes closed while Annie crouched over her kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples. I watched as Annie moved downward, rubbing her cheek on the fuzz of Cassie's belly. As Annie neared her pussy Cassie spread her legs; I caught a glimpse of glistening pinkness just before Annie's red head blocked my view . Heather must have seen the amazement on my face. "You didn't know your wife was a cunnivore?" She asked. Cassie laughed quietly, her eyes still closed. Annie grinned at me over Cassie's belly. I could see her arm moving and knew her fingers must be sliding into Cassie's pussy. "Do you remember Laura?" My wife asked. Did I remember Laura? Laura had been Annie's roommate in college and, about two years after Annie and I had first gotten together, she'd come on to me at a party while Annie was out of town, visiting her parents. I spent the night at her apartment. Later I learned that Annie had told Laura that if she was interested in being with me she, Annie, wouldn't mind. Laura and I got together several times after that first night. "Laura!?" I said. My wife giggled at my tone of astonishment. "Yes, dear, Laura. More than a few times. We were living in the same room, after all. " "Cunnilingus. Lingus means tongue. Annie must be bi-lingual, " Cassie said in an affected voice. Heather and Annie groaned. I was busy attempting to remember all the times that Laura, Annie and I had been together socially, trying to recall if there had been any sign of their intimacy. Nothing came to mind. Heather, who'd paused during the conversation, now began to move again. She was moving faster, with more concentration. Her eyes closed. I wiggled my finger through the mass of black curls and found the button of her clit. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and then closed them again. Cassie's hand reached out to lightly stroke my arm. When I looked at her I saw that her eyes were shut. I caught her hand and her fingers intertwined with mine. She gave my hand a squeeze. I dropped my gaze to Annie's bobbing head, "Oh! " Cassie sighed. I saw her stomach undulate. The sound of Cassie's expression of pleasure seemed to stir Heather's desire. She began to ride me harder. "Ugh! " she cried as she smacked down on me. "Ugh! " she cried again. All of a sudden everyone's mood had become deadly serious. It was as if we'd been transformed from joggers bouncing along with light camaraderie into sprinters straining every sinew in order to cross the finish line. Adventures of a Hair Lover: Ch. 02 "Oh God, Annie!" Cassie moaned, gripping my hand tight. I watched her, mesmerized by the flow of emotions moving swiftly across her face. A powerful energy field seemed to vibrate in the air. Heather seemed transfigured. She hooked her hands around the sides of my chest and struggled up on her feet, carefully maintaining our connection, until she was crouching over me with her bottom in the air. I was fascinated by the sight of the stalk of my cock rising up to disappear into her forest of hair. Once she was in position she began to thump down on me with smacking jolts. "Oh fuck!" She grunted through her teeth. Her face was screwed up in what looked like terrible pain. Smack. "Oh fuck!" Smack. "Oh fuck!" I felt the first telltale tingling signs of orgasm. "Oh yeah, fuck me; you're gonna make me come," I groaned. Cassie gave my hand a hard squeeze and I squeezed back. "Oh, oh, oh, oh God! Oh Annie! " Cassie cried out softly beside me. It was clear she was in the throes of a climax. Heather picked up the pace and I began rising to meet her, our bodies coming together with intense spanking noises. It took us a few moments to get the rhythm right but once we did we pounded together in synchonized motion, each impact carrying us a little closer to release. Both of us were grunting and moaning. Suddenly Heather seemed to reach a point of excitement where she couldn't control the rhythm and we went out of sync. I was very close and the disruption frustrated me. Almost without thinking, and rather roughly, I struggled up and pushed her over on her back. She was looking at me with a fierce abandoned grin. "You want me to make you come? Would you like that?" I grunted vehemently. Without waiting for an answer or expecting one I grabbed her thighs and spread her open, gaping at the thick carpet of black hair that covered her pussy and belly. Then I was inside her. Grasping her thighs I pulled her toward me, fucking her with urgent, needy, strokes. I jammed my right hand down between us and found her clit. "Come on, baby. Come on." She was staring into my eyes with a feral intensity. Then her eyes closed. Seeking better leverage, I moved on top of her, wrapping my left arm around her shoulders. "Ahh!" she moaned. I fucked her with a kind of perverse deliberation. I knew she was close. I was too. "Ah! Ah!" she moaned again. I began vibrating my hand as rapidly as I could, stimulating her pussy's dewy flesh. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!," she cried. "Oh God, yes!" A moment later I too was coming. We collapsed together in a sweaty heap. It was several long minutes before I withdrew from her. Leaning on my elbow I kissed her nose. And when she opened her eyes and pursed her lips I kissed her mouth. It was a tender kiss, quiet and friendly. I turned over on my back, keeping my right hand on her belly, and found Annie's legs stretched out beside me. I ran my other hand up Annie's leg, over her butt, and then gently wormed two of my fingers into her pussy. "Hmm, " Annie said, wiggling her behind. Cassie sat up and affectionately caressed Annie's head, running her fingers through the short red hair. "I think we should all jump on Annie now." Cassie said. "She's the only one who hasn't come yet. I withdrew my fingers from Annie's pussy and sat up. "Roll over, Hon," I said, tugging at her hip. She complied. Cassie adjusted herself in order to take Annie's head in her lap and then bent over to lick one of Annie's nipples, her pink tongue swirling around the areola. Sitting beside her I stroked Annie's thigh. At the touch of my hand she opened her legs wide. I gazed lovingly at the familiar landscape of her red haired pussy and then tenderly began to run my fingertips over the delicate inner flesh. With a little cry she lifted her butt to meet me. I investigated the mouth of her cunt and found that she was deliciously damp. I looked up and saw that Cassie was watching the play of my fingers. "Our little Annie is very very hot," I said. Cassie's eyes met mine and I saw something unfathomable in her expression as well as an openness. Keeping my fingers in Annie's pussy I leaned over. Cassie met me halfway and our lips came together with a sweet intensity, our tongues mingling. I could have sworn her mute mouth was asking me a question. As Cassie and I kissed I sensed Heather stirring behind me and then felt her tugging at my hand, signaling me to withdraw it. Heather's face pressed into Annie's crotch and I took the opportunity to run my fingers through Heather's hair and rub the soft skin of her back. Annie began crying out with soft sighing moans. I was feeling something I'd never felt before in my life. Part of it came from the look, and then the kiss, that had passed between Cassie and me. Part of it was sparked by the velvet texture of Heather's hair under my palm. And then there were Annie's yelps of sensual pleasure. Something about sharing this experience with two other people who were open to exploring the full range of possibilities had brought a new reality into my life. It was as if I'd sunk a shaft to the wellspring of tenderness and the flow now bathed my heart. Cassie broke off our kiss and once again bent over to suck one of Annie's nipples into her mouth. I promptly fastened my mouth over the other one. Annie's hand began to blindly grope my body, in search of something. What she found was limp with a semen-heavy condom hanging from it. She pulled off the condom and stroked my wet cock. "Baby, I need you inside me, " Annie said with an edge of desperation. "Come here Mark," Cassie said. I looked at her blankly for a moment, not understanding her intention. "I'Il make you hard," she added. I moved to her side, walking on my knees. Annie was looking up, watching, as Cassie sucked me into her mouth. Almost at once I began to stiffen. Cassie made ring of her thumb and forefinger and massaged the shaft. Within a minute I had a full erection. "I need you inside me," Annie repeated. Cassie let go and I moved into place on my knees. Heather sat up and looked at me. I lifted Annie's legs straight up and laid down on my side, perpendicular to her body. Annie dropped one leg over my thighs and the other over my waist. Heather moved up, her furry pubes pressing against my behind, and reached over to help guide my cock into Annie's pussy. "Oh! That feels good," Annie sighed. When I withdrew, Heather leaned over, licked the point where my cock entered Annie's cunt, and then found Annie's clit. Cassie was busy sucking one of Annie's breasts while fondling the other one with her fingers. Heather sat up and I began to fuck with long steady strokes. Heather caressed my butt as she watched my cock slide in and out of Annie's pussy. "That's pretty! " Heather said. Cassie glanced up and murmured assent. It felt a little odd to have an audience while making love to my wife but, in a bizarre way, it also felt natural. There was a sweet warmth in sharing this intimacy. Cassie, teasing Annie's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, bowed over to offer one of her breasts to Annie's mouth. Heather, meanwhile, had begun to dabble in the area around Annie's clit with her fingertips. I continued the firm steady strokes. Annie was caught in a complex interplay of loving attentions. She didn't have a chance. "Oh God! Oh God! I can't stand it, " she moaned, shuddering and jerking involuntarily after only a minute or two. In an unspoken agreement the three of us continued our ministrations and, in another minute or so, Annie came again. And again. She was limp with a deep relaxation when we stopped, covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Heather, Cassie and I grinned at each other. We were rather proud of ourselves. Heather lay down and snuggled against me, pressing her breasts against my back and putting her arm around my waist. Cassie lay down next to Annie. We all dozed off. Adventures of a Hair Lover Ch. 03 We managed to get up in time to catch the tail end of the evening meal. It seemed strange to be sitting across from Heather and Cassie again, twenty-four hours after meeting them, and be on such different terms of intimacy. All four of us were playing footsie under the table and exchanging delighted, sparkle-eyed, grins above it as we ate and talked. It felt wonderful. There was a joyous free and easy flow of affection and sexual play among us. Annie and I were somewhat concerned at first about how the other people in the camp would react to our unusual bond but Heather and Cassie assured us that these were very tolerant people regarding relationships and this proved to be true. Later, the only comments we heard simply reflected the fact that we were viewed as a quartet without any negative implications. While we were eating, the low throbbing sound of drums began to emanate from the woods, some distance away. Cassie and Heather explained that dancing around a bonfire to the beat of drums was a regular feature of these gatherings. Annie and I were both less than feverous with enthusiasm but it was clear that our two companions were eagerly anticipating the event so we quickly finished eating and joined them in finding the path that led to the constant thumping beat that called to us out of the gathering dark. As we got closer I felt the sonorous pounding quickening my blood and deepening my breath, touching something buried within. They'd neglected to mention that most of the dancers danced naked so it was a bit of a shock for me when the bonfire came into sight and we saw the flashing forms of a number of naked men and women circling around it, moving to the insistant pounding cadence of the handmade Native American style drums. Heather and Cassie pulled off their dresses as soon as we reached the circle of people watching the dancers. Annie wasn't far behind. I however, chose to remain with the other spectators. Heather was the hairiest woman among them. I enjoyed watching her dance. She seemed to melt easily into the intoxicating rhythm, oblivious to the wild swinging of her breasts. I was enthralled by the shifting views of her hairiness revealed by the fire's wavering light. Cassie was more sedate, less absorbed. I enjoyed watching her too. Her hairiness, I realized, was almost as extensive as Heather's but much lighter, more subtle. Annie, my darling wife, was her usual spritely self and danced with quick joyful leaps. I saw that the three of them maintained an awareness of each other through playful touches and glances. After observing the variety of movements and soaking up the primal excitement of the drums I found the courage to shuck off my t-shirt and cut-offs and join the exultant throng. The three women quickly noticed my presence and each greeted me with a smile or pat. It was a new experience in a weekend crammed with fascinating new experiences. I would never have imagined how exhilarated I could feel dancing naked with a bunch of other naked people around a fire in the woods to the solid hammering pulse of drums. We danced for almost six hours, taking occasional breaks to sit on the grass with the spectators and other weary dancers. Finally Cassie announced that she'd had enough. I was ready to go too but both Heather and Annie were caught up in the fever of the dance. "You guys go back to the tent and we'll show up when we show up, okay?" Annie said. So Cassie and I put on our clothes and fumbled our way along the pitch black path. "We should have brought flashlights," Cassie grumbled irritably, at one point. For the most part, however, we were silent. I sensed that she was absorbed in her own thoughts and I didn't feel much like talking myself. I felt physically tired and yet light-hearted. When we got back to the tent we lit the propane lantern only long enough to take off our clothes again and arrange the bedclothes. There was an inexplicable tension between us that nibbled at the back of my mind but didn't capture my full attention. I just assumed that something was bothering her. After seeing that she was settled I shut off the lantern and lay down a couple of feet away. "Good night, Mark, " Cassie's voice said out of the darkness. "Good night, Cassie," I said. Just as I was balanced on the edge of consciousness, ready to tip over into sleep, I sensed her moving beside me. "Mark?" "Hunghh, " I responded, swimming up through a series of muddled thoughts. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were asleep. It's alright. Never mind." "I'm awake now, " I said, although that wasn't precisely true. "I was just wondering...," she said, trailing off into a long pause. "What is it Cassie?" I asked gently, my mind finally coming into focus. "Mark, would you like to make love to me?" She said in one breath. Tired as I was the aphrodisiac of a woman's expression of willingness had an effect. I turned toward her, stretching out my hand. She was lying on her side, facing me, and my hand touched the swell of her hip. "Yes, I would, " I said. Her hand reached under my arm and discovered my limp cock. "But it may take a little effort. I'm tired." I leaned towards her and my lips nudged her face in the dark. In response she rolled over on her back. Then my lips covered hers. It was a soft, sweet, kiss. I ran my hand over her belly, enjoying the mossy feel of her hairiness, and then cupped her crotch. She opened her legs and her mouth grew warm. I gently pressed a finger into the delicate groove and felt her hips lift. I began kissing her earlobes and neck. "Oh yeah, " she breathed, "I like that." I moved down to find each of her sweet puffy nipples with my mouth. And then I moved her arm so I could push my nose into her pit. "I'm pretty stinky from the dancing," she said apprehensively. "I like it," I said, "you smell good. That's one of the things I like about hair. " She laughed in disbelief. "Heather's right. You are a funny man." "I just love loving women the way they are." "Well, you're sweet. Annie's lucky. But you're still a funny man." I continued to move down her body, rubbing my cheek on the soft hair of her belly and pussy, until I was crouching in the V of her spread legs. Settling on my stomach I began to shower the insides of her thighs with soft kisses. I'd start at her knee and work my way towards her pussy, pause, and then move down to her other knee. "You're a goddamned tease," she said the second time I did this. "Hmmm, " I replied as I began moving up her thigh a third time. Pause. "Oh yeah!" She sighed as she felt my tongue insinuating itself into the folds of her inner lips. I savored the rich musky scent of her, the first tangy taste. I pushed my hands under her bottom and pulled her furry pussy open with my thumbs. Very gently, with just the tip of my tongue, I found the knobby button of her clitoris. "Oh Mark! Oh that feels good!" She sighed. After exploring the area around her clit for several moments I slid down the channel between her inner lips, flicking my tongue from side to side, until I discovered the mouth of her vagina which I probed as far as my tongue would go. Then I made the slippery trek back up to her clit. I repeated this circuit again and again. At first there was no sign of a response. And then I felt a faint fluttering in her stomach muscles. Later, as my tongue made a tight circle around her clitoris she caught the back of my head with her hand. "Oh!" she moaned. At this point I concentrated on her clit and, at the same time, inserted my forefinger into her pussy and began moving it in and out. I could sense that she was close. "Oh God Mark! " She started pushing herself up against my mouth. Between her hand at the back of my head and her jerking hips it was getting hard to maneuver but I gamely did what I could. She was very close. With my finger still inside her I opened my mouth and began rubbing the flat surface of my whole tongue, in rapid sweeping movements, across the face of her vulva. "Oh, oh, oh God! Oh Mark!" She rocked her hips hard against me. Clenched tight. Trembled. And then softly subsided into a pool of relaxation. I moved up her body, kissing her on the way. I paid special attention to her nipples and then covered her mouth with mine. "Hmmm, " she said, caressing my ribcage. "Thank you, Sweetie," she added when I moved on to kiss her neck and earlobes. "You're quite welcome, " I said with a chuckle. She reached underneath me and found my cock. What there was of it. "I don't know if I'm capable of doing anything more," I said. "Let me see what I can do," she said, "come on, lie down." Once she was positioned between my legs she began rubbing her head against my belly and crotch, her hair whispering on my skin. Then I felt the warmth of her mouth close over my soft cock as her fingers played with my balls. I ran my fingers through her hair. She was batting the head of my cock around with her tongue. I felt the stirring of an erection. She began bobbing up and down on the lengthening shaft. "I love to feel a man's cock get hard in my mouth," she said, lifting her head for just a moment. In another minute I was fully erect. With my cock still in her mouth she began feeling around on the bed until she found what she was looking for. My wet cock stood in the cool air for just an instant before I felt her rolling the condom down over it. I smiled in the dark. She must have planned this. "Fuck me, Mark, " she said, lying down beside me and opening her legs. I scrambled up until I was kneeling over her. Her hand caught me and pulled me towards her until I felt the head of my cock engulfed in warmth. I pressed the full length of my cock inside her in one smooth thrust. "Oh God yes! " She moaned. I grabbed her knees and pushed them up until they were pressing against the sides of her breasts which lifted her pussy to just the right level. I began thrusting into her with an almost demonic concentration. Not fast. Not hard. But with a passionate attention. "God it feels good to fuck you, " I grunted through clenched teeth, "your cunt is so hot and creamy. Do you like how I'm fucking you?" "Yes, " she moaned. I pulled out until only the head of my cock was inside. "Do you want me to stop? " "No, " she moaned. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Fuck me, Mark. Goddamn it! Fuck me." I began thrusting into her again. Faster this time, with more urgency. The only sound was the rapid patta pat of our bodies smacking together. I took my right hand off her knee and started rubbing my thumb around her clitoris. It threw me off balance a bit although I managed to maintain my pace for several thrusts. Then my back gave out. I fell onto her, catching myself on my elbows. "Did you come?" She asked. "No, my back hurts. We need to change positions. " "Are you okay?" "Yeah, " I said. I started moving inside her. "This feels better." I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and bent down to kiss her. She met me with an open passionate mouth. I kept fucking her with long deep thrusts. I felt the tingle of my approaching orgasm. "Play with yourself, " I said. "What?" "Make yourself come. " I felt her hand moving down between our bellies. We were kissing again, moaning into each other's mouths. My climax glided in on a smooth hot track. "Oh, oh, oh God!" She cried. "Oh yes! Oh God!" I rode through the choppy waves of her delight as my own release drew closer and closer. Then, just as hers subsided, I came with a groan and ground to a halt. I cradled her in my arms and kissed her sweat-damp cheeks and brow. "That was nice. Thank you." I said. "Hmmmm, " was her response. I pulled away from her, skinned the condom off my cock and deposited it in the garbage bag. After drying myself with a washcloth I laid down beside her. She was lying on her side so I snuggled up to her backside, spoon fashion. She made a quiet sound of pleasure when I began softly stroking her skin but a minute or two later I realized she was asleep. I lay in the dark with my arm around her waist. My heart was full of a feeling of deep tenderness as well as a sense of gratitude to these three women for opening themselves to me and to each other so fearlessly. It was like heaven, I thought. I had to laugh, softly. Certainly if there was anything like heaven in any realm of human experience this was how I'd like it to be. Sometime later I heard voices, female voices that came closer and closer. Finally I could hear them clearly enough to tell that they belonged to Annie and Heather. For an instant I wondered if I should pull away from Cassie and then decided not to. My next dilemma was whether or not I should greet them when they came in. I chose to play 'possum. They fumbled a bit getting into the tent and then I was aware of lantern light. "I told you they'd do it, " Heather said. "Yeah, " my wife said enigmatically. "Poor babies looks like they wore themselves out," Heather added. Annie didn't reply. "I think Cassie's a bit stuck on your husband," Heather said after a long pause. "I think you're right," Annie said, "and he isn't exactly pushing her away." There was a pause twice as long as the first. "Does it bother you?" Heather asked. Annie gave a deep sigh. "I like Cassie a lot, " she said, "but I can't help being a little afraid. But I can't insist on my own freedom and deny Mark his." "For what it's worth," Heather said, "Cassie likes you too and I really don't think she wants to hurt anyone or take Mark away from you. " "We'll just have to see what happens. This is all pretty new, " my wife said. There was the rustle of clothes being removed and then the lantern went out. After a few moments of silence there was a distinct sigh of pleasure. I fell asleep to the sound of their sexual play. I woke up to find myself surrounded by a delightful landscape of naked female bodies. Cassie, on my left and nearest to me, was on her stomach with her hands pushed under the pillow under her head. I reached out to stroke her bottom and lower back. She mumbled something, shifted her position a little, and then opened her eyes. "Good morning," I said. "Hungh!" She replied and closed her eyes. I heard movement behind me and rolled over on my other side. Annie was watching me. I leaned over to give her a kiss. "Good morning, darling. How are you doing?" "I'm having some problems," she said with a little grimace, "but let's talk about it later." Heather stirred. "Good morning everybody, " she said. "Good morning," Annie and I responded. The three of us talked quietly about last night's dancing. Both Annie and I expressed our wonder at how powerfully we'd been moved by the experience. Heather told us that it had been a good night of drumming. Annie said that she and Heather hadn't gotten in until after three a.m. After we'd been talking for awhile Cassie woke up and joined us. "If we're going to get any breakfast we'd better get going, " Heather said at last. At this we all roused ourselves and began dressing. "I don't know about you guys but I could use a shower." Cassie stated. "When I can smell myself I know it's bad. This created the agenda for the next three hours. We did manage to find some breakfast although we were among the last to arrive. And after eating we walked down to the shower area and took over one of the open stalls. We were like four kids, splashing, laughing and soaping each other's backs. There was a warm interplay of jokes, transparent glances, and physical contact. I detected a certain amount of tension, and a sense of distance, between Annie and Cassie but neither seemed to be so caught up in their feelings that they were unable to join in. "Annie, would it be alright with you if Mark and I go for a little walk?" Heather asked as the four of us were in the last stages of toweling ourselves off. "I'm not his keeper, " my wife said, "so yeah, it's okay. Heather looked at me inquisitively and I responded with an affirmative shrug and a questioning look. She gave me a smile and turned back to Annie and Cassie. "And I think it would be a good idea for the two of you to have a talk before things get out of hand. " Cassie's face showed a hint of color as she hesitantly looked at Annie; Annie grimaced slightly but nodded. Heather folded a large towel and draped it across her shoulder. "Come on Mark, " she said, taking my hand. Still naked, except for our sandals and a small pouch that Heather carried, we took one of the paths leading out of the meadow and into the trees. For a time we were both silent, connected by our handclasp and the sounds of our footsteps and breathing. I walked beside her feeling faintly mystified. "Annie has been singing your praises ever since I met her," Heather said, breaking the silence. I made a short strangled laugh that was meant to indicate modesty. "But I have to say I thought you sounded too good to be true. I was very curious to meet you. " She gave me a sideways smiling glance and then continued. "I don't know if all the things she's told me are correct but I do know I like you. I like you a lot. " "I like you too, " I said. "And I wanted to tell you how much I've appreciated the way you've accepted me." She fell silent for a time and I could sense her struggling to put her feelings into words. "It hasn't been easy for me to feel good about myself," she said in a low voice, rough with emotion, "for a bunch of reasons I'm not going to go into. But I've done it, even though it's not always easy. Shit still comes up sometimes. " "That's true for everyone, " I said, "we've all got our stuff. It makes life interesting." "Yeah, you're right, " she agreed with a pained laugh. "But what I'm trying to say is that I really appreciate how I feel around you." She stopped and our eyes met. "I like the way you look at me, Mark. I've seen the way you've looked at my body. I've seen how turned on you get. And it goes deeper than my being hairy, I know it does. " I felt myself blush and licked my lips. "I just like women, I guess." "Yeah, I think you do. It's funny. Annie's a skinny little thing who can't grow hair for shit but the love the two of you have for each other is so thick you can practically cut it with a knife. I'm so envious of her I could scream. " She said this lightly but there was an edge to her amusement. "And yet you respond to me more fully than any man has for a long time." Once more I sensed the pain within her moving close to the surface and put my arms around her, feeling her large breasts press against me. "No, no, it's okay, " she said into my neck before pulling away. She took my hand again and we continued up the path. Several minutes later she guided me off the path and through a patch of undergrowth; almost magically we came upon a small grassy area surrounded by trees. "I found this the first day we were here," she said. "Cassie and I were hiking and I needed to pee so I went behind those bushes and voila. " She spread the towel on the thick grass and sat down and I sat beside her. Neither of us seemed to have any doubt about why we were there and a moment later my lips had found hers. She leaned back and I followed her. There was a quality of tenderness and intimacy that hadn't existed earlier as well as a lack of urgency. We kissed for a long time, sweetly exploring each other's mouth; from time to time we'd pause to gaze into one another's eyes. At the same time our hands were stroking the contours of each other's body. Finally, after opening a condom she'd taken from her pouch and rolling it over my cock, she opened her legs and I slipped in between them. "Oh, that feels good, " I sighed as my cock slid into her enveloping warmth. She murmured affirmatively. I moved slowly, holding myself above her on extended arms, gazing deeply into her eyes. A profound openness blossomed between us. We didn't seem to be moving in the usual pattern of build up and release. This seemed more like a growing flow of energy that wouldn't completely recede. We moved together for a long time, exploring this slow sweet union. Adventures of a Hair Lover Ch. 03 The sky had been cloudy most of the day with only brief moments of sunlight breaking through now and then. So what happened next took on the aspect of a minor miracle. I was continuing to gently thrust and withdraw while gazing into her eyes. Occasionally I'd look down at the mass of hair on her belly and pubic region and watch my latex covered cock, which gleamed with her juices, disappear from sight . It was while I was entranced by the sight of my belly pressing against her mossy black fuzz that she spoke. "Mark, look." I followed her gaze and saw a large multicolored butterfly resting on a flower beside us, beating its wings. "It's a messenger, " she said reverently, "it's come to tell us something. " At that very moment a shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds and illuminated the glade. This combination of events triggered something. I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly expanded to take in all creation; Heather seemed both very far away and intimately connected. My cock felt as if it were miles away in some other world and yet every sensation touched my nerves with a powerful immediacy. Each stroke seemed to resonate with the rhythms of the cosmos. A great distance away I heard Heather crying out and then a deep, oceanic, pulsing flowed through me into her and then through her into me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And then my consciousness shrank back into the confines of my flesh. Heather was staring at me. I was staring at her. "Did you feel it too?" she asked at last, tentatively. All I could do was nod in wonder. Almost at the same instant we looked toward the flower. The butterfly was gone. We were both shaken, awestruck. Wordlessly we gathered up the towel and pouch and returned to the path, making our way down to the large meadow. By some unspoken agreement neither of us said anything to Annie or Cassie when we joined them although I did tell Annie later, after we'd gotten home. But as it happened our two companions weren't in a state of mind to pick up on our reticence. As soon as we saw them it was clear that the tensions between them had been resolved, at least for the time being. They were sitting side by side at the camp table, Cassie in her yellow sundress and Annie naked, with their heads bent together and their hands clasped. Heather gave me a swift twinkling look just before we made our presence known. "You two look happy," Heather said. They looked up with bright open grins on their faces and got to their feet. Seconds later they were both hugging me and each other. Over their shoulders I could see Heather looking on with a bemused smile. "We had a really good talk. " Annie said, "I feel silly about getting so bent out of shape. "You felt what you felt, " Cassie said severely, "we all get afraid sometimes. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself." "I know. I know, " Annie said, wrinkling her nose at Cassie. "I still feel silly though." Cassie leaned over and kissed her lightly. "We need to get going, " I said. A veil of sadness fell over us for an instant. "But we'll see you in the city," Cassie said brightly. "This is just the beginning, isn't it?" We all glanced around at the others. "I know I hope it is, " Annie said, "this was a very special weekend for me. "For me too." the rest of us said in turn. Annie and I started to gather our stuff together and pack the car while Heather and Cassie kept us company. When it came time to take down the tent they helped us squeeze it down into a reasonably small bundle and jam it in the trunk of the car. At last we were ready. We all said goodbye with long hugs and tender kisses and then Annie and I climbed into our overstuffed vehicle and drove away, waving farewell. I put my hand on her knee and our eyes met. We didn't need to say a word. It was the end of the weekend but the adventure had only started.