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Hairy University Ch. 01

By: motleymorgan



I guess my appreciation of women with lush, full bushes began with sneaking copies of my dad's porn magazines in the '70's when I was young. Photo after photo of strong, attractive women proudly displaying their nether tresses for all the world to see molded my sexual imagination at an early age. Those first impressions taught me that a woman's bush not only gave her pussy a unique personality, but functioned as a badge of her maturity and power as well.

And then came the dark times. When I was finally old enough to start dating and having sex with women, fashions had changed and shaved slits became all the rage. As excited as I was to finally be having sex and to no longer be merely beating my meat to a centerfold pull-out, the beardless clams I encountered left me utterly dissatisfied.

While the women I dated were all lovely in their own individual ways, their bare beavers all looked the same to me. With their incessant shaving and whatnot, women made what should have been their proudest treasure look as appetizing as the cold, plucked skin of supermarket chicken -- complete with the angry raised bumps of denuded follicles. Not only were they visually unappealing by being completely anonymous, the itchy inconvenience presented as the hair grew back made them physically unappealing as well.

So one night in despair I came home from yet another date with yet another woman who was otherwise lovely except for possessing yet another unfortunately shorn sheath, I sat down and wrote a 'Mission Statement' much in the style of Jerry Maguire, arguing the merits of naturally hairy pussies. I sent it out to every men's magazine I could think of, foolishly hoping that if the stroke mags could make big bushes popular again that fashions would change. All I wanted was to fulfill my boyhood dream and to finally, finally dine on an actual hair pie and slide my cock into a proper fully-tressed minge.

I never received a single response to any of my letters, and eventually resolved myself to a lifetime of unsatisfying sex with women devoted to their shorn and prickly cactus pussies.

And then one day a letter arrived at my dorm for a work/study position at the Sturm Center, one of the science buildings on campus. As a liberal arts student, I was mostly unfamiliar with that part of campus, but due to a recent tuition hike an on-campus job had suddenly become a necessity. I knew where the building was, and the next day went to my pre-scheduled appointment with the HR person at the facility, a Mrs. Andrews.

As I walked the welcoming and tastefully decorated halls of what felt not at all like a cold and sterile science building, I checked and re-checked the letter to ensure that I was indeed at the right place. I entered the office indicated in the letter and walked over to the student receptionist sitting at the front desk who was rapidly texting with a bored air about her.

She was a dark-haired beauty, with long flowing locks and deep, liquid eyes. Dressed in conservative attire, she looked me over rather blatantly. Her nametag read, 'Diana - Level Three.' I wondered briefly what that meant.

"So you're him, huh?" She asked in a jaded fashion. 

Uncertain how to respond, I held out the letter and said, "I got this in the mail. There's some sort of job interview for a work/study? It said to come today at this time. I'm to ask for a Mrs. Andrews?"

Diana rolled her eyes and smirked. "Oh, they'll put you to work all right. I don't know how much studying you'll get done, though. Becky's office is down the hall and to the left, she's been making herself ready for you all morning." Dismissing me, the young woman returned to her cell phone and her texting.

Somewhat concerned as to what her cryptic statement might mean, I made my way down the hall and knocked on the door with the nameplate "Becky Andrews -- Human Resources." As I entered the room I was welcomed by an exceptionally friendly matron with bobbed brown hair and kind eyes. She was also dressed in typical conservative office garb consisting of a jacket and blouse, and remained seated as I entered, effectively preventing me from seeing the rest of her attire. "Well there hey, come in and sit down," she insisted as she waved me in from her seat behind her desk. "Boy howdy, we're all just tickled that you chose to take this here job, we sure are there. It includes a full medical, a dental, and a salary far beyond a typical college posting, you betcha!" Becky looked like a typical soccer mom and sounded like the people in that movie 'Fargo' and was instantly likeable.

Literally swept off my feet by her joyful exuberance, I did as I was told as she proceeded to cheerfully describe all of the financial benefits associated with this 'mystery job' without going into any specifics of what the job actually was. The more she talked, the more bouncy she became and I slowly became aware of a familiar odor wafting towards me. At first I could not place it, but as my cock distended and scratched against the material of my trousers and my mouth began to water I realized I was inhaling what could only be her vaginal excitement.

Although not typically aroused by older women, the bizarre nature of the entire situation had affected me. Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my shaft and I abruptly stood to break away from the spell cast by her pussy's perfume. "I'm sorry, but I'm totally confused. I don't even know what the job is and you've already hired me?"

Becky's eyes dropped down to the bulge my erection was tenting in my pants and she smiled widely. "Good gosh there, it looks to me like you went and got yourself a boner!" She pushed her chair out from behind her desk and beckoned me to her side as her hands raised to pinch her own nipples and elongate them through her top. "Why don't you walk over here now and see if this gives you a better idea, golly how!"

I walked around her desk and witnessed a most unexpected sight. While her blouse and suit jacket were made of typical design, her skirt was split open down the front and flared out to reveal her bare legs. The odd construction effectively made her nude from the waist down as she was sans panties. There, at the juncture of her smooth, pale thighs, sprouted the most magnificent bush of chestnut curls I had ever seen.

My heart felt like it was in my throat as I stood in awe of the rich bounty before me. She languidly combed her fingers through her pussy patch, curling a particularly long strand around her index finger as she lazily thrummed her engorged clitoris with a well-manicured thumb.

"I was just wondering if you might want to have a go with this here hairy beaver of mine." As she spoke she scooped a finger full of her heavy juices and rubbed them lightly around the rim of her gash. "Do you have it in you there to tame this twat, hey golly?"

As my cock throbbed my response to her question, she deftly curled her legs around the arms of her chair with the ease of a gymnast. The move pushed her vulva forward and up, spreading her twat wattles wide open above the puckered ring of her lower hole, instantly revealing all of herself to my gaze.

The move also magnified her abundant growth of sassy cunt hair as it stretched in kind to accommodate her exposure. That moment was everything I had ever dreamed of. Instead of an anonymous, generic puss indistinguishable from any other, her pudenda drew my attention and demanded respect to be paid. My mouth suddenly dry, I fell to my knees as if in prayer and managed to ask, "Is this part of the interview?"

Her response was to grab me by the back of the head and rake my mouth across her gash. Her copious fluids christened my face and dripped off of my chin. The flavors, the scents, the texture of her soft curls against my cheeks and tongue were beyond description. For the very first time in my life eating pussy was like resting against a cushiony pillow that tickled my nose as it tantalized my senses. The bridge of my nose squashed against her clit and my nostrils flared like a stallion's as I grabbed the sturdy hams of her ample ass and tried to burrow even deeper into her velt of velvet.

A knock on the door rudely drew me away from my reverie, and I was about to pull away when Becky's legs slammed vice-like around my neck and her knees locked together past my shoulders. "Mrs. Andrews?" a young voice with a British accent asked before the sound of the door opening indicated the entrance of another woman.

"Yes Sandra dear?" Becky asked, her voice pitched significantly huskier than when she had been telling me about stock options and 401k advantages. At first I was mortified at being caught licking the aged, married slit of my interviewer, but since her muscular thighs trapped me in place and her dense thicket shielded my identity, I decided to relax and re-double my efforts at getting her conservative cunt to go off.

"Here's the file you requested. Should I just put it on the desk here?"

"Gosh, sure Sandra. That'll be, you know, fine dear." Becky grunted as I gently nibbled her clit and sucked it into my mouth. As Becky's knees relaxed, I moved my hands to peel her outer labia open with my thumbs. I then inserted three fingers into her slit and started stroking in order to finger her while I ate, searching out her forward interior ridges and her G-spot.

"Oh my gosh! That's a new one!" Becky exclaimed. Her thighs began to shake as she amended, "Actually dear, could you hand me the file? I'm a bit tangled up over here and I'd like to, you know, read the letter right away."

Through the corner of my eyes I was able to briefly see the form of young Sandra, a tall woman with straight blonde hair through the tangles of Becky's dense pubic thicket. her nametag read 'Sandra - Level Two.' What was all this business with levels?

Sandra's eyes locked on mine with what might have been longing, but I couldn't be sure. Feeling roguish, and what the hell my anonymity was protected by a mouthful of muff, I unzipped my fly and freed my cock. I mischievously waggled both my eyebrows and my erection at her as I let my tongue comb over the top of Becky's mound, letting her know my cock was on offer.

Her cheeks pinkened as she bit her lower lip. She held my gaze for a moment, and then looked down and away. Then it struck me. I had seen her before outside the freshman dorms at the beginning of the semester. "Run along there, Sandra now. I'm'a sure Belinda the Black has more work for you in the Records Department now, hey."

Sandra turned and walked out of my view and I vaguely heard shuffling sounds and then the closing of the door. As I continued to suck and slurp Becky's bearded clam like a starving man, she read aloud from the file. "When we read your, you know, 'Hairy Pussy Manifesto', we knew you were the man for the job, boy howdy." She then proceeded to quote from the letter I had written to my pornographers so long ago. "A hairy pussy is a pussy alive with the natural flavor designed to drive men wild with desire. Images of shaved slits are boring and should be abolished in all forms so that only bushy, beautifully hairy cunts fully festooned with..., with...,"

There is nothing quite like hearing a lusty woman read your words aloud while you're dining on her quivering quim. I couldn't take the arousal anymore and proceeded to stroke myself as I devoured Becky's crease with ever increasing gusto.

Apparently Becky had noticed this and had hit a buzzer on her desk, because the door to her office opened yet again. This time it was Diana from the front desk who entered the room, and upon seeing our tableaux knelt so that she could quickly access my package and plunge my cock down her throat.

"That's it, Diana," Becky cooed. "Be a dear and suck on his hard cock there, the poor boy deserves the treat of your..., your...," Becky quivered again, this time with her entire body as she shook with the power of her orgasm. Not needing instruction, Diana slurped my engorged helmet into her mouth and rhythmically milked my shaft with her throat muscles as her tongue darted in and out of my piss slit.

"Enough!" Becky roared as she gently pushed me away from her cunt. "You sure are a good snatch-slurper there, but I can only take so much rugmunchin' at a time, by golly!"

I slumped against her legs, gasping as Diana's ministrations led me to my own impending climax. Without any encouragement from myself she started to face-fuck my dick with a detached air. It was as if she were merely doing a job of work devoid of any excitement or joy. While I enjoyed the benefit of her practiced skill, her lack of sexual enthusiasm stood in stark contrast to Becky's buoyant high spirits. At the moment, however, I focused on enjoying her efforts. Just as I was about to unleash my grateful load into her greedy gullet, her nose crinkled and she spat out my saliva-coated cock.

Extremely disappointed, I looked down in frustration as my prick trembled before Diana's face, quivering on the very cusp of release. "I didn't notice it at first," the secretary said critically as she wiped her moth with her sleeve, "but there's something off about the taste of his pre-cum."

"What is it there hey, Diana?" Becky asked with sudden concern. "We can't have our golden boy here feeling unwell."

"I'm not sure," she answered as she ran her tongue around her gums, absently searching for remnants of my seed. "His mix is just off somehow. I think we need to bring him to Gladys The Grey for a check-up."

"Well there, hey." Becky said as she rose from her chair and then squatted over me. "Oh, dear! Oh, my! Let me have a taste myself of that there dick, you guys." My face was nearly engulfed by Becky's ass as she grasped my pole in her two tiny hands and inhaled my root in a single gulp. I was once again brought to the verge of climax and then unceremoniously released.

"Good golly there, that is some peculiar tasting jizz you have there, little mister." Becky turned her head to speak conspiratorially with Diana, "Gladys The Grey will want to do a full check-up on him, no doubt about it there, hey."

Talk of my 'funny tasting' sperm caused my dick to deflate. Embarassed, I tucked my shrunken member back into my pants and zipped myself up. "Gladys The Grey? Belinda the Black?" I sighed, once again finding myself utterly confused by the situation I found myself in.

"Why, yes dear." Becky answered as she rose to stand towering above me. A sunbeam through the blinds of her window struck her right in the bush, and from my vantage from the floor I was once again enthralled by the majesty of her minge as her pussy hairs seemed to glow. "Gladys the grey is our chief physician and researcher there." Her fingers once again combed through her brunette-colored pubic hair, now matted with a mixture of my saliva and her own spendings. "As I myself am known in these ivy-covered halls as Becky. Becky The Brown." 

Hairy University Ch. 02



 (Special thanks to Navajazz, Oedipus Rex, Jellykat & Gwenevere_Cacey who encouraged me and edited both Chapters I & II of this series.)

*

I was still in a bit of a daze as I followed Diana out of Becky The Brown's office and through the University halls to visit Gladys The Grey. "So what exactly is it that you all do here?" I asked the elusive Diana.

"You mean Ms. Becky didn't even tell you?" Diana sighed. "Typical. She was in such a hurry to smother you in soggy snatch sauce that she didn't even get to the job description. It's not my place to tell you about things, but I can say that it's important work. You should join with us, if for no other reason to help fight the ignorance engendered by the established patriarchy and prevent even one more awkward teen-aged girl with an untrimmed bush from being mocked and ridiculed by uptight waxed bleached-blonde bitches in a school locker room." 

I wondered if Diana herself had been that awkward teen once, despite her current cool exterior. It occurred to me that although she had sucked my cock, expertly if not passionately, I had not yet seen her bush and had no way of knowing her level of hirsuitness. The defiance in her eyes, however, spoke volumes regarding barely-healed adolescent wounds.

"Er, thank you for the oral sex." I said politely.

"Sure. No problem," she answered dismissively. 

"It's just that, you didn't seem to particularly want to...," I said as I indirectly tried to ask why Diana was so aloof.

"Let's get one thing straight." She said as she stopped walking, grabbed my moderately distended prick through my pants, and looked me in the eyes. "If I didn't want to lick your dick, I would have left you with dry balls." 

Even through slacks and boxers, my erection saluted her efforts. "It's just that I prefer a little privacy when first getting to know someone," she smiled slyly. "Before I decide to share."

She was squeezing my shaft with both hands now as she pulled my mouth to hers. At the last moment she turned her head to playfully nip my earlobe before quietly whispering, "I like things to happen at the proper time in their proper order."

Once again I found myself almost painfully erect as she gave my cock a slight tug and opened a door with the placard 'Student Health' on it. "And here we are. You really should have been sent here first. That way we could have avoided that whole awkward episode with your pre-cum."

As the door swung open I was greeted with an almost mystical sight. Three young women were seated on examination tables with their smooth legs up in stirrups and their vaginas fully on display. The first young lady sported a stubbly dark pudenda that appeared as if she had been previously shaved, but not in a week and was currently enduring the painfully slow 'growing out' process. My eyes were drawn and my curiosity was piqued however, by her oddly bushy anus that sat in stark contrast to the veritable pubic desert above. She had a head of long blonde hair and the largest breasts of anyone in the room that gently spilled over the side of her chest and were capped by bubble-gum pink nipples. 

The second woman possessed a bush comprised of only a light dusting of carrot-orange hair comprised of playful wisps and whorls. It appeared to be in a later stage of growing out a trim and did almost nothing to conceal the succulence of her crinkly pale-skinned labia. Following the rule of curtains and drapes, she had fiery red hair that hung loose and partially hid her moderately-sized bosom.

The third girl displayed a massively hairy muff of jet-black hair that completely shielded her lips from view and seemed almost out of place on one so young. Her curly-haired bush almost identically matched her curly-haired head and her chest showed hardly a trace of any tits at all other than impressively large and puffy nipples.

Standing at a computer terminal beside these three lovely ladies was a much older woman who I could only assume to be 'Gladys The Grey'. Her garment was identical to Becky's in that it combined the no-nonsense approach of blouse and jacket, the material of which was strained over her melon-like breasts, with the easy access of almost non-existent slacks that left her bush and ass bare. The silky ebony skin of her legs provided vivid contrast to the pure grey of her regal pubic mane framed handsomely by her graciously curved hips. No mere salt'n'pepper bush was this, but a true iron grey that sparkled like a brand-new patch of steel wool. Curly squigglies of hair radiated outward from her gloriously furry purse in a starburst pattern that simply captivated my eyes.

As Diana led me into the infirmary, the gals on the table shrieked and covered up in a flurry of sheets and gowns as best they could given their compromising positions.

"I hope you have good reason to interrupt my data collection of our newest group of Freshman women, Diana," Gladys said in a stern tone as she turned to face us. "Although they are all over eighteen years of age, they are still entitled to a modicum of privacy and respect.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Ma'am," Diana said demurely. "We were just with Ms. Becky and discovered that his mix was off. His hefty ball-sack is chock-full of some slightly odd-tasting pre-cum." 

Embarrassed I took a step back as my shoulders sagged. "Not horrible or anything," Diana further explained seeing my discomfort. "Just not as good as it could be. She ordered me to bring him to you and make him your highest priority."

Gladys sighed as she locked out her computer. Then, as if noticing me for the first time her face brightened into a smile. "I had forgotten your interview was today. Don't mind me, I just hate to be interrupted. So you're the one?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Ma'am. No one's really explained--" I began.

"The one who wrote 'The Hairy Pussy Manifesto', young man." Gladys explained as she rested her hands on her ample hips, once again drawing my gaze to her exposed lush thicket of wiry curls. "You ARE he, correct?"

At the mention of the manifesto, the three girls on the exam tables gasped in unison and shyly poked their heads out from under their sheets. From the angle I was at, they created an odd tableaux, three pretty young girls poking their heads up above their increasingly hairier twats. 

Had EVERYONE read my 'Open letter to Pornographers'?

"Yes." I said, blushing furiously. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Well then, some things should be explained to you." Turning to the examination tables, she sighed, "Now, now. Come girls, none of this foolishness. Remember your reading. Unfurl yourselves and show him your treasures."

One by one, each young lady discarded her sheet and pulled up her gown so that once again their lovely young bottoms and clefts were on full display. "Here in the Health Office we're working towards maximizing the power of both the flavor and aroma associated with genital production," Gladys lectured. As she paced back and forth between the three table-bound cuties, she would gently stroke the hairy nest of each. "My primary area of research is in the diet required to produce the most intoxicating of flavors. As our guest, would you care for a sample of each so you might better understand my meaning?"

I felt like I had been playing 'catch-up' ever since I began this adventure, but I think I finally understood that Gladys was offering me a lick of each young woman perched on the tables. "Is that to be my job description, then?" I asked through nervous laughter, "To be a paid pussy taste-tester?"

"Among other things." Gladys smiled. "Do these ladies appeal to you?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too eagerly, which seemed to finally ease the tension in the room a bit as everyone laughed at my earnest reply.

"That kind of enthusiasm is exactly what we've been lacking around here lately," Gladys said approvingly. "Now if it is acceptable to you girls, we'll allow this young man to pleasure each of you orally. What say you?"

The three young ladies all voiced their approval.

"Are you sure this is alright with all of you?" I asked the girls in general. "I'm certainly interested and flattered by the honor of this privilege, but I would hate to act presumptuously or too forward." Almost in unison they each smiled and nodded. 

"He'll need to cleanse his palette if he's going to start sipping fanny fluid," Diana broke in and pointed out. "He had his nose buried so far up inside Ms. Becky's brown beaver that his sinuses must still be swimming with her salty snatch syrup."

"Thank you Diana for being overly descriptive as usual, " Gladys frowned. "I do see your point, though. Well, it's to be expected that she'd be the one to sample him first." 

Gladys pulled up a stool and sat alongside the three Freshman girls. "Alright young man, we shall approach this like a wine-tasting. Have you ever been? No matter. At a wine-tasting it is customary to warm the glass in one's hand and allow the rich bouquet to waft seductively up into the nasal passages. Then a small sip after which one rolls the juice around in his mouth in order to fully appreciate the hidden characteristics of the vintage that support its overall taste. After which, one does indeed need to clears one's palette." Gladys then exposed her delicate labial lips by grabbing two fistfuls of hair on either side of her clit and pulled them up and back. "Since you've already had your senses altered by Becky's vulvular vintage, you'll need to start by tasting my aged elixir before starting in on the girls." Her excitement at fully exposing herself to my delighted gaze seemed to belie her professional manner. Catching her change in tone she coughed and once again spoke in a more lecturing tone. "In order to return your perception to baseline."

Although this argument did not completely make sense to me, I was filled with hushed reverence as I genuflected before the gleaming brilliance of her purple-lipped, blood-engorged pudenda. "Now remember, this is a tasting only. So refrain from any intention you might feel to make it a marathon session." She adjusted her bum to allow me even greater access and added under her breath so only I could hear, "This time, at least."

"Diana, would you be a dear, gather the girls' pussy combs, and brush out their lower locks for them?" Gladys the Grey commanded. "Our boy has a lot of work ahead of him and it would be most impolite if he caught a stray loose hair in his teeth."

Using her command tone, Gladys then said, "Since you've spoiled your supper by nibbling on Ms. Becky's Brown Beaver, you must clear your decks by preveiwing Granny Gladys' Grey Goose Gash!" I smiled as I breathed in the aroma of her heavenly woman's scent. "That's it, dear boy, slowly savor the entire experience." I then tenetively traced the folds of her outer labia with my tongue, ensuring that I investigated every crevace. "Feel free to use your hands to aid in your explorations," Gladys sighed in an increasingly relaxed tone. Taking her cue, I used my thumbs to spread her purple outer labia to reveal the glistening pink hidden within. Feeling emboldened, I worked with increasing fervor to encourage her nectar to flow. Her scent and flavor was not unlike herself, rich and musky with a delightfully sharp tang. As I worked I would occasionally catch glimpses of Diana serving as gash-groomer to the other girls as she gently brushed out their pubic pelts.

"Palette sufficiently cleansed?" Gladys asked while looking down at me from on high.

"Yes, Ma'am." I answered.

"Then proceed to the ladies."

As I stood up and once again, Diana winked at me as she presented the three ladies to my sight in a facsimilie of a gameshow hostess revealing a showcase of fabulous prizes. I stepped over to the dark-haired girl and introduced myself. "Hello. My name is Steve."

"Hi," she answered. "I'm Shayna."

"You have a beautiful pussy, Shayna," I said. "You have such a wonderful abundance of hair I can barely see your pussylips. Would it be alright with you if I searched through your thicket for them?"

"That would be lovely," Shayna allowed.

I knelt and gently ran my fingers through her tangled thatch. Upon discovery of her outer labia I flexed my fingers and parted them. A petite pink opening revealed itself to me as I asked, "Do I have your permision to kiss this tender cleft?"

As I asked Shayna my question, my rapidly increased breath rustled through her thicket, causing goose bumps to form on her tender flesh. "You most certainly do," Shayna sighed and then giggled. "That tickles!"

I lingered for a moment as I reconoitered her terrain. My eyes grazed over the profusion of hair that centered along both sides of her slit and crawled up to rest atop her mound in the classic 'T' shape and then even further to trail up to her navel. Unable to resist, I whispered, "This will tickle more," I traced this path with my mouth, delivering small lingering kisses along the way. I tongued deep into her belly button, and then dove back down to the main feast, all the while experiencing the wafting smell of 'woman' that her slit began to exude. After several swipes of my tongue across the hood of her clit I sucked her tiny pearl inside my mouth. Then delving into her vagina proper, I drank. Her secretions were sparse, yet potent, but I lifted my face to ask a question.

"Shayna? Would it be alright with you if I cupped your breasts? Perhaps squeezing your lovely puffed-out nipples? I've found it sometimes helps stimmulate the gushing of a woman's goo."

In response, Shayna reached down, grabbed my hands, and almost slapped them against her tiny breasts. I instantly went to work tweaking and twisting the gloriously fat nipples of her tiny titties as I re-doubled my cunnilingual efforts. Mere moments later Shayna exclaimed, "That's it. That did it. Faster. Lick it, lick it, lick it. Faster. Yes!"

Feeling quite pleased with myself as I felt her vaginal contractions sucking my fingers inward, I lapped up as much of her climax as I could as she squirmed away and smeared my face. I realized that her taste and aroma had been quite different than Gladys The Grey's. Shayna was less musk and more sweet, and nowhere near as much spice.

I arose and returned to Gladys. Before kneeling again to cleanse my palette, I boldly reached out to caress her heavy breasts in my hands and thumb her crinkly nipples. "An orgasm for Shayna at first go?" Gladys praised as she reached out to rub my newly-formed erection through my pants. "You've set the bar high, young Master Steve." She then waggled a finger warningly in front of my nose as she said, "you'll need to do just as well with the other girls or they will get jealous." 

Smiling, I absently undid the button that had been barely holding her tits at bay. As they sprung out I caught them, hefted them together so that her nipples touched and I could suck both into my mouth for a lingering moment. Gladys The Grey arched her neck back and I released them, watching as they tumbled until her nips were pointing down to the floor. Following their lead, I knelt again before her Queenly quim and avered, "I fully intend to," before diving once again into her musky muff. As soon as my head was clear of Shayna's slit syrup, I stood back up. I walked past the redheaded student to stop in front of the blonde with the stubbly snatch. As I did so, Diana approached and knelt in front of me still fully dressed. Her expectant, upturned face held a quizical smile as she stroked up and down my legs through my trousers.

"You probably heard earlier, but my name is Steve." Diana pulled down my pants in one sharp, swift motion. My freshly freed phalus smacked into her chin, traveling past her lips and across her cheek, smearing her face with juice as it did so. Diana sighed, grabbed ahold of my bare prick, and proceeded to swallow me to the root. "What's your name?"

"Jill," she replied as Diana licked the underside of my crown. "I would like very much for you to give me oral pleasure, now."

"I would be honored," I answered excitedly as Diana rolled my balls around in her hands as if they were dice. "But first I simply must know--"

"My hairy asshole?" Jill guessed as she lowered her hands to cup her cheeks and spread herself even wider. "My ex-boyfriend insisted I shave my slit, but since he never went down on me, he never got a very close look at my rosette. So I never bothered to, you know...,"

"So when you let your hair grow out, your full bush will be as lush as the hair here?" I asked as my fingers intertwined with hers around her anus, gently soothing her backdoor's ring. "Oh, my."

Jill and I continued our cooperative efforts of teasingly tickling the hair around her puckered orifice. "It looks almost like a pretty little pussy, surrounded by all of this hair," I marveled.

"Does it?" Jill asked coquettishly as she spread her ass cheeks even wider to give me a better view.

"But it's not a true pussy, is it Jill? This is your true pussy right here," I said as I moved my fingers from back door to front. Cupping my hand I made wide circular motions over her plumped up pudenda, the bristly stubble of her shorn bush prickly against my skin. Diana's bobbing head below me had fallen into a delightful rhythm and she had begun to moan around my meat. My ministrations to Jill's cunt had initiated a gushing of secretions and had also encouraged the pyramid of her clitoral hood above her cunt to protrude. I flicked her clit a few times with my fingers and elicited a satisfying gasp from Jill. I stooped forward and lightly traced around her fuzzy peach with my nose, breathing in her delightful bouquet and announced, "I must sample this tasty morsel now, I must!" 

As I lowered myself to take my first taste of Jill's essence, Diana follwed me down with my cock still fully ensconced in her throat. I barely had time to spread Jill's lips and briefly touch her clit with the tip of my tongue when she started to mildly convulse in orgasm. I did have enough time, however, to note that without the proper foliage covering her clam that both her taste and smell were barely discernable compared to that of the other ladies I had inspected.

Shayna had been watching Diana's blowjob prowess with an avid interest and an unconcious biting of her lower lip. "How come she's the only one who gets to suck on him, Miss Gladys?"

"Yeah," the redhead pouted as she surrepticiously strummed her slit. "It's not fair. Isn't the dick licking part of prick pleasing a keystone of our education here?"

"You know," Diana spoke up after a particularly slurpy suck off of my cock, "everyone should get a taste of this before we alter his diet. That way they'll have something to compare it to when they suck him off later," Diana added as she licked around my piss slit.

"In accordance with proper scientific methods of 'before' and 'after' and whatnot," Jill added through heavy-lidded eyes as she struggled to prop herself up on one elbow in recovery of her climax. "We'll need to get used to sucking him up to erection all of the time, if he's to become Patriarch. As Novices that'll be our most important--."

Shayna cut Jill off with a stern look. With her legs akimbo, her once springy bush had become partially matted down with a mixture of my saliva and her own secretions, giving her muff a distinctive 'punk rock' look that I found positively charming. Speaking in a hushed whisper she scolded, "Remember your vows! We're not to share secrets from class!" Shayna then turned to Gladys The Grey and asked, "Would it be alright if we all each just got a preview of his man cream?"

Everyone turned to Gladys who had been absently pinching her own nipples as I was being dined on by Diana and who perked right up at this suggestion. "Dear girls, how right you are! What an excellent teaching opportunity this is." Gladys clapped her hands twice with authority. "All right girls, Felatio Drill! Round-Robin style, just like we practiced in class."




Hairy University Ch. 02



Diana freed herself from my prick and helped me stand up and move to a chair as I shucked off my clothes. Eventually all five ladies were kneeling in front of me, taking turns slobbering over my gob. Gladys and Diana occasionally gave pointers to the less experienced women. I was barely holding on to my sanity as each woman, with her own unique way of cock worship, sucked and licked and fondled and chewed until each had obtained a satisfactory amount of pre-jizz. Each in turn swirled my pre-cum around their mouths and swallowed, smacking their gums like baby birds. They stopped tortuously just before I was able to climax, and retreated to the back of the room to confer in conspiratorial whispers. But not before Gladys The Grey grabbed me by the head and mashed my face against her granny gash to 'return my palette to baseline' once more. 

"Please, someone please let me come," I begged of the group. It was then that the red-headed woman returned to her table and placed her legs back up in the stirrups.

"My name is Karen," the red-head cooed. "And you haven't finished your taste-testing yet." I surveyed the contours of her pale, freckled skin flowed perfectly into and around her orange garnished delta. My eyes zeroed in on the closed lips of her clam and I was once again filled with the adventurers' lust to part them and explore an as yet undiscovered country of cunt. 

"You're right, you're right," I growled. "But all of this teasing is driving me crazy. This time we do things my way." The four other ladies stopped whispering and perked up at the change in my tone. "Jill, Shayna -- back to your tables. I want to twiddle your twats while I'm eating Karen's pumpkin pie. Diana, flat on the ground in front of me -- my balls are starting to dry out and you're on teabag patrol. Gladys The Grey, you I need standing behind me with those heavy hangers of yours over my shoulders to keep me warm. It's freezing in here!" 

For a moment no one moved.

"I shan't be asking twice, ladies," I warned in a firm yet steady voice. The group quickly went into motion and I soon found myself with fingers in pies, thumbs strumming clits, pendulous breasts flowing over my shoulders to rest on my chest as Gladys bit my right earlobe, my scrotum lovingly being serviced and my rock hard prick quivering into the air as I sat on a stool and leaned into Karen's delightfully furry furrow.

Unlike the other two freshmen girls who came almost instantly, Karen had a tougher crack to nut. I took long laps from taint to clit and back. I noted that her vaginal aroma was much stronger than that of Jill's nearly shaven snatch and her taste was much saltier than even Gladys' musky moat. I licked around her outer lips in wide circles that narrowed as they reached her inner lips. I tightened my tongue into a point and buried as far inside as I could, nose pressed to the grindstone and then fluttered over clit in changing patterns. All the while the fingers of each hand stayed busy sawing in and out of Jill and Shayna as Gladys The Grey moved around to my front to both squat over Diana's face and capture my raging hard-on between the globes of her heavy breasts. Gladys mashed her tits together with her hands and my prick reveled in the warmth and texture of it's newfound home. The contrast of my light-skinned cock cradled between her dark-skinned tits was as startling as the contrast between Diana's pink tongue lapping away at her black-lipped mound. The excitement of the image spurred me on until I felt the tell-tale signs commence in Karen's cunt and she let out a wail of completion.

And still, I had not yet come.

With Karen still in the throes of climax I disentangled myself from the other ladies and guided Gladys The Grey to her feet. "Enough is enough, Ma'am." I said as I absently checked Gladys' wiry grey gash for lubrication. As I expected, she was dripping with juice. "It's well past time I filled this cunt." I spun her around and bent her over her own work station. My attempt at entry was rebuffed by the awkward angle, succeeding only in rasping my root against her wiry mesh of cunt hair. This exquisite sensation, though not what I had intended, only fueled my hunger more.

Diana scrambled to her feet in an attempt to stop me. "Steve! Wait! You're not ready--"

Gladys The Grey was herself hungry with need as I nudged her legs wider apart, pried open her ass cheeks with trembling hands and finally, gratefully slid all the way into her wonderfully warm pussy. As I began to thrust, however, I found the angle was still wrong as my prick popped directly out of her glistening sheath.

"Stay out, Steve." Diana begged as she ran to my side. "You know not what you--."

My roar of frustration cut her off as I lifted Gladys' right leg up onto the work station and simultaneously pressed her chest and face all the way down to the desk's surface. The maw of her cunt gaped obscenely open and with a cry of triumph I once again entered her with my prick, this time determined to stay until I had my full.

"Pull out, Steve! Pull out before it's too late!" Diana shouted as she grabbed ahold of my pistoning hips, trying to disengage me from my rutting.

I was well beyond listening, all of my being focused on the delicious sensations coursing through me.

"Oh God, YES!" Gladys The Grey called out as her vaginal muscles clamped down on my pulsating prick so effectively, spurring me onto a pleasure so complete that as I closed my eyes I saw a swirling vortex of color. "Ride me! Splatter me with your seed!"

"Oh God, NO!" Diana shouted. Shayna, Jill and Karen watched in mute disbelief, their mouths hanging open.

I pumped jet after glorious jet of jism into Gladys The Grey's clutching cavern. However, as my production of cum abated, the strength of Gladys' contractions increased. I opened my eyes in alarm in time to see Diana nodding her head sadly as she reached out for me. As I reached out for her, the powerful suction of Gladys' snatch increased exponentially. 

I opened my mouth to scream and promptly passed out.



Hairy University Ch. 03



As I slowly regained consciousness, pleasant memories of the wide array of bushy beavers I had recently encountered filled my thoughts. Breathing in through my nose, I thought I detected faint traces of the various pussy perfumes I had sampled. Running my tongue along my teeth, I encountered a stray hair that had become lodged between two of my molars. As I tried to reach up and pry it free with my fingers, I was surprised to discover that I could no longer move my arms.

I opened my eyes to assess the situation and found myself strapped naked to a table of some sort. My arms and legs were spread and secured to the table by an intricate knot system. I struggled briefly to free myself to no avail. I was about to call out to someone to demand freedom when a voice to my right said, "Good. You're finally awake."

I turned my head to see Sandra, the young blonde student who had walked in on my interview with Becky the Brown -- or rather my interview with Becky the Brown's meaty gash that had been surrounded by a verdant growth of chestnut curls. Sandra was sitting at a console of some sort, and before I could speak she had flipped a switch and the room erupted into a heady mixture of disco lights and the throbbing drone of house music.

Sandra sauntered over to me, grasped my limp pecker in her hands and nodded. "I do so love to feel a man's tackle metamorphose from flaccid noodle to proper British Steel," she said in a clipped English accent.

As she lazily palpated my penis, three more young ladies danced seductively into the room. While Sandra was still dressed in her school uniform, the three newcomers were dressed quite differently. I found myself taken back to my youthful Junior High days when fluorescent "Madonna bracelets" were all the rage -- only in this instance it was the bobbed wigs and stylish bikinis of three girls that glowed with impossibly bright colors, responding no doubt to the black lights that were strewn across the room. The colors of Blue, Purple, and Green filled my vision as my cock began to throb in time with the bass of the music and Sandra's expert fondling.

Sandra then bent over my crotch, her long blonde hair cascading like a waterfall to cover me. Instead of taking me into her mouth as I had hoped, she instead dragged her hair slowly up my torso until we faced each other upside down in the private sanctuary created by her tresses. "Act natural. This is all being recorded and scrutinized by the entire Council."

"Council?" I asked.

"We'll run out of time if you keep interrupting with questions about what you don't understand. For now just stay quiet, stay focused, and try not to get over-stimulated. You need to learn to control your orgasms..., and to remain conscious after coitus."

Following her instruction, I focused my attention back on the glowing dancers. With seductively swaying hips they circled around me until the "Purple Girl" had positioned herself between my spread and bound legs. She then launched into a series of movements in which she divested herself of the top of her swim suit (revealing fluorescent purple pasties covering her nipples, of course), wrapped her bikini top around the pillar of my rock-hard erection, genuflected as if in worship to the altar of my cock, and bent forward to take holy communion by swallowing my plum-colored helmet and impishly swirling her tongue around my glans. This process was repeated by the two other mysterious beauties that sucked and swirled with the precision of a practiced ritual as Sandra nibbled my ear and spoke.

"You will soon find the politics of The Council are quite entangled. Each council member is the representative, or 'Matron,' of her 'Hearth.' Hearths are divided by the color of their pussy patches, Matrons are chosen by length and breadth and fluffiness of their pubic bush domains. Black and Brown are the most populous Hearths, followed by Grey, Silver and White. The Auburn and Blonde hearths have the fewest members due to the scarcity of such snatches. Novices, such as myself and the dancers, serve all."

Purple Girl had once again returned to my outstretched legs and had proceeded to fling aside her bottoms to reveal a nicely-shaped bush that had been dyed fluorescent purple. She climbed on top of me until she was in position to roll my cock along her bush and the outer lips of her quim then continued her climb until she sat atop my face. She mashed her cunt down on me quite insistently, and smeared herself from my chin to my nose. Something seemed unexpectedly off until I realized that her twat honey had the smell and taste of grape! As I drank greedily from her well-fleeced chalice, Sandra pitched in with more direct clit-lapping. Eventually Purple Girl climbed off to be replaced by Blue Girl's blue-dyed thatch and Green Girl's green-dyed grassy knoll. Each young lady smelled and tasted of blueberries and mint, respectfully. 

Throughout, Sandra kept up with my education. "There is currently a rift in the power structure that has been caused by your introduction into our midst. The majority of women want you dead, or made politically impotent, so that things can continue the way they've always been. But a reverse misogyny has taken hold of our teachings recently. To a point it is inevitable for the hirsute woman to hate a male-dominated culture that only finds value in shorn slits. But there are those of us who seek a newer, better way in which we educate our ignorant brethren to the joys of soft, furry vulvas. We seek to use your arrival as the start of a new Golden Age with outreach programs of fucking and sucking that will start small as a humble grassroots campaign but with dedication and enthusiasm can spread from sea to shining sea and heal our nation's wounded soul. You may find this naïve thinking, but the comfort of bushy snatches is desperately needed, especially in these tough economic times. It is our calling. If not now, when?"

A purple-wigged head began bobbing up and down on my pego, a second unknown mouth encased my ball sack, and a mischievous tongue entered my anus. My pelvis gave a lurch.

"To prove yourself Patriarch of our Matriarchal society, you'll need to conquer the bearded clams of each of the Matrons. You've already tagged Gladys the Grey and have made the acquaintance of Becky the Brown, but Belinda the Black has requested that you service her next."

Just before I was about to let loose in Purple Girl's mouth, all three dancers backed away from me. Seats with stirrups had lowered from the ceiling and each took a place in a triangular pattern around me. I felt surrounded by a radiant Triforce of glowing pudenda light awash in fruit flavor as each young lass spread their thin outer lips to reveal the sanctified pink flesh beneath. Sandra whispered rules of proper Council protocol and other shrouded secrets, while I took the opportunity to examine the charms of the dancing girls more closely. Purple Girl had a proper kosher cunt covering of tightly spun curls. Blue Girl possessed a long straight bush that only women of Asian heritage seemed to be gifted with. Green Girl's bush had the fluffy texture I had only ever caught brief glimpses of in old-world Swedish porn. 

The three dancers then launched into a ritualized masturbation performance that started off slow and grew in intensity. Light fingerfucking progressed into widening circles culminating into an astonishingly strong clit slap at the end.

"Beware of Belinda the Black. She favors not the cock, but she relishes the lash. It's as if she views it as her own personal duty to punish every man and boy she can get her hands on for the profligration of 'barely legal' bare eager beavers. Simply put, she ruins men. I had a good friend, my own sweet Dominick. Dominick was a maestro of deep dicking, so I nominated him for membership. One session with Black Belinda and he was broken, only able to erect and cum from hours of rigorous pegging. I'm talking sodomy. She turned his prostate palace into a virtual pussy. Anal sex on a man through the use of a vibrator or--." 

"Yes, yes. I know what 'pegging' is, thank you." As Sandra spoke though, the beginnings of an idea of how to approach this Belinda started to form in my mind. "The university, it endorses all of this sexual activity?"

"This is a Research One institution dear boy, the University pays for it. There are worlds within worlds, you will soon see. Winning Belinda's vote will be next to impossible, but you must prevail because the decision of your future depends on a unanimous vote from the council."

"Why are you and the girls taking such a risk in telling me all of this?"

"Think of us as..., a sexy version of the 'Rebel Alliance." Sandra pushed a button on the side of the table and the restraints that had bound my arms and legs instantly released. She climbed on top of me, impaled herself on my cock, and shouted, "Now fuck me like you mean it, and you better make me like it."

I groaned in relief at her slippery wetness, and with my arms now free I grabbed a hold of her and literally slammed her hips up and down on my groin. It wasn't very long before I was jettisoning my load and all four ladies reached synchronous climaxes. By this point Sandra and I were laying side-by-side, and my relaxing cock plopped out of her pulsating poon to nestle happily in her sweaty, cum-spattered corn-silk bush. For a brief moment I felt completely spent, but remembering the gravity of the tasks before me I rallied and regained my composure. Surveying the trio of yet unplundered trim, I thundered, "Please ladies, could I have some more? I'm still hungry and would like some more!"

As I arose from the table to approach Blue Girl, a door opened and two women entered. They were both middle-aged with black hair, gracefully sloping breasts, rounded tummies and respectfully large bushes. I could tell all of this at a glance since they wore the same bedeviling style of outfit that Becky the Brown and Gladys the Grey had worn.

"Could my very life truly be in danger from these women?" I thought to myself. I knew they were here to escort me to stand before the Council. They were expecting fear. They were expecting defiance. They were not, however, expecting sincere and uncontrollable ardor -- especially if they had been watching all that had transpired. A quick glance at their hairy pussies revealed the sparkling residue of their slimy secretions. Without wasting a further moment I approached the two aged women and greeted them in their own cultural custom with a kiss on a nipple and a hearty handshake that consisted of running the edge of the index finger along the labial crease while twirling a thumb counter-clockwise around the clitoral hood. I managed to greet both women almost simultaneously with a hand in each cookie jar, so to speak.

"Thank you so much for coming to fetch me." I smiled as my prick engorged. "Such a menial chore for two such high-status beauties." The woman on the left actually seemed to blush, and little wonder. Her snatch was practically salivating into my hand. "Might I have the signal honor of a quick lick of each of you ladies before we're away?"

Without waiting for permission I took to my knees and like a dog licking peanut butter I took a single lingering slurp of each woman's delta of Venus. With just as much alacrity I took to my feet, wrapped a hand around my pego and offered it to each of my escorts. "Would either of you ladies be so kind as to return the favor? I seem to have developed a bit of a drip, and I would be loathe to be so gauche as to splatter my seed unasked upon the marble floors of the great council."

Both of my escorts seemed put off-balance by my request. In the end it was Green Girl who flashed me a wink as she knelt before me and sucked the last vestiges of my ejaculate and Sandra's lust elixir from my grateful crank.

Thoroughly refreshed and armed with knowledge, I linked arms with the two representatives of the Black Hearth and asked them to lead me to the next great adventure.



Hairy University Ch. 04



My name is Steve, and big bushy beavers are my passion. The current style where women pluck, shave, trim, depilatory, or otherwise remove their pussy hair had almost led me to despair. That is, until a recent sequence of strange events had thrust me into the world of an underground, counter-culture society of women possessing pubic pelts so rich that they run the gambit of stretching across their lower bellies, running over to their thighs, and wrapping up and around through the cleavage of their butt cheeks.

This is my story, already in progress.

So there I was, buck-naked and being escorted on either side by members of the Black Hearth Guard with my half-engorged manhood swaying side-to-side in the open air. It felt bloody marvelous, I must say. The experience was enhanced exponentially by the fact I had a hand on an ass cheek of each of my companions. As we walked I managed to creep my hands along the cleavage of the ample behinds at my disposal, gently kneading and caressing the fleshy orbs of each. Fingertips teased around the outskirts of timid ass holes to end their journey at the cloistered furry taints of each woman. Rhythmic gushes of moisture flowed freely from their merrily masked minges and soon my hands were drenched in gash goo.

My advances seemed to be quite welcome with both ladies bucking their butts against my hands to offer me better and deeper access when the woman on my right spotted an imaginary piece of paper on the hallway floor in front of us. She scampered on ahead, and then bent over to retrieve the miniscule piece of litter. 

"I do so hate mess," she said as she turned her head to see the affect she had had. Bent over as she was, her astonishing broad white backside mooned us, her pubic hair fanning out lewdly to showcase the welcoming exotic fruit of her femininity firmly ensconced between her legs.

I knew an invitation when it was being wafted and waved directly in front of my face, so with my manhood held high I continued walking until my pego 'accidentally' entered her from the rear. With her love hole so well lubricated by earlier caresses, I was able to slip right in like a thief in the night speedily delivering my full length.

"Oh! Goodness me!" she gasped as she squirmed upon my shaft as if trying to get away while simultaneously grabbing hold of my cock with her inner cunt muscles and inexorably drawing me in even deeper.

"Most humbly begging your pardon, Milady," I mumbled in mock contrition as I grabbed a hold of her conical breasts to rein her in and guide her to a nearby desk that had been handily set aside for storage in the hidden maze of basement hallways.

"I say! You are jostling me most rigorously, young man. Do not let go until I have regained my proper balance!" She commanded of me as she laid her torso across the desk and rose up onto her tip-toes to better my angle of insertion.

"Clara, we don't have time for this!" The other woman hissed, slapping my ass quite hard and causing me to skewer her colleague most insistently.

"Oh, do shut up Abby. You've been gagging for him to shag you since the moment he came here," Clara glared as she rotated her hips in a most delightful fashion. "I haven't had any fresh meat filling my fannie in over a fort-night, what with all the secret meetings and preparations for the arena—."

"Don't talk of such things right in front of him, you addled twat!" Abby groaned as she reached around my torso to pull on Clara's rubbery nipples.

"And I will be damned if I'm just going to let him tease us and leave us wanting," Clara concluded as her cunt contracted. "I've spent far too much time these days feelin' horny an' hurtin', as our Southern Sisters might say!"

"If you're going to do a job of work, do it properly, boy." Abby instructed as she crawled beneath us to catch the frothy mixture of our combined drippings as she lathed the underside of my cock and took swipes at Clara's clit.

As I plowed Clara's canopied furrow, I looked down to view my work and focus on the task at hand. Clara's bush glistened with moisture, her engorged labia bisected by my cock rampantly pistoning into her smokin' hot depths. Beneath our joining, Abby's hungry maw worked insatiably.

Clara's body went rigid and she grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard. "I spend, I swoon!" she announced as she came, inundating my dick and Abby's gullet with her love oil as I rammed home a particularly inspired thrust. Clara's body went limp as her arms and legs crumbled to her sides. I rallied a few quick pokes, but no response. It appeared as if she had indeed truly swooned like some Victorian lady who had cinched her corset a smidge too tightly. As her body shifted my shaft uncunted, slapping Abby's gob and highlighting her hairdo with a splatter of goop as she rose to assess the rumpus. 

"Abby dear, don't just stand there with your labia agape, get your booty up here." I commanded. "Your friend has fainted and I've yet to unleash my spermy stew."

Abby rolled her eyes but climbed atop the corpse-like form of her fallen friend. "You would seriously dare to fuck one Hearth Sister atop another?" She asked incredulously. "That is cheek! Especially given your current status with the Council!" she sniffed.

"Madam, your voice offers protest, but the teeth biting your lower lip and the copious cunny cream creating cascading currents to your calves cries out for closure." And I found, similar to her companion, my cock entered her mossy cavern without incident. Her gash was so overly gooshy in fact that I had some difficulty finding enough friction to maintain my manhood. I had to keep changing my angle of attack until I finally found one sufficient to provide pleasure to us both. For the second time in quick succession I found myself looking down to witness my cock thrusting through one of the biggest thickets of hair it had been my honor to experience. Her bush nearest her vulva was slickened straight with her juices, making her outlining hair appear even fluffier in contrast. Intoxicated by this visual display I re-doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a satisfied purr from Abby.

"Just between us, is Clara's clam tighter than mine?" she asked, momentarily playing the coquette. "You can tell me the truth. My husband used to joke in front of his friends that I was his 'loosy goosy', which he found hilarious and I found extremely hurtful."

"Each quim has its' own unique charm," I countered. "As I'm sure is part of your teaching here at the college, 'Every woman has a part of Aphrodite within her,' but it is incumbent on her and her alone to make a proper use of it. You must know better than I how men blame their own inadequacies on the women in their lives. It's boorish and not worthy of our time. Now get those knees up past your ears sweet girl, and be quick about it!"

"Ever so gallant, you big-dicked boy," she answered and raised her head to kiss me on the lips. After she did so, however, instead of raising her legs as I had hoped she too went as limp as her friend had done only moments before.

"Hold it right there, little mister!" A voice called out from the shadows. To my disbelieving eyes a group of four women emerged from all around me. They were dressed in the schoolgirl uniforms I had seen on other college students that worked in the building, with one slightly odd addition. Any area of bare skin, including their faces, was covered in the green, black, and brown mixture of camouflage greasepaint. 

Also, they were all armed with blow-dart guns. With a quick downward glance, I belatedly noticed the feathered shafts of the darts that must have been used to render my companions unconscious.

I stood still and raised my hands in the universal 'freeze' gesture, my rampant manhood still firmly entrenched balls deep in the glistening gash beneath me.

"Are you Steve?" The girl I assumed to be the commander asked me.

"Of course I'm Steve," I answered wearily. "How many other naked men do you have down here being escorted by two members of the Black Hearth?"

The commando commander gave me a look and I thought about what I had just said. "Sorry, sorry. From what little I know of this place already I'm sure you have about twenty or so naked guys being escorted around on magical mystery hedonism tours."

"That's a bit more like it." The leader said as she nodded. "Courtesy costs nothing, especially to those risking their lives and positions to help you."

"I don't understand," I sighed as I helped Abby's limp form roll off of Clara and onto the ground, once again resulting in my cock being uncunted.

"These women were not leading you to the Council or to Belinda the Black. They were setting you up so that it would look like you were trying to escape before your proper judgment. The council would then have had no alternative but to execute you on the spot. Luckily, you were providing us with a good diversion that allowed us to get within range and sedate them with our darts." The entire squad nodded in unison, their pony tails bobbing to and fro.

"Good diversion? Good diversion my eye! That was some gosh-darned good fucking you gals interfered with. And what, exactly, am I supposed to do with this now?" I asked as my enraged rod spat pre-cum reproachfully at my 'rescuers.' "Seriously! You couldn't have waited five more seconds? Seriously!"

The commander shrugged. "You could always ram it back into one of the Black Hearth bitches and finish what you started."

"Ma'am, I don't care if this IS college, I am not fucking an unconscious woman no matter how hairy her pussy is!" I averred indignantly. "I know you may have some funny ideas about men and the consciences of stiff pricks, but there is a certain level of morality, of decorum, of standards and practices—"

"None of which will help you get your rocks of, and neither will we. We're under strict orders to—"

"You mean none of you are even the slightest bit interested in finishing me off?" I whined uncharacteristically. Normally I would not have been so forward, but I had been so very close to release! "It won't take but a minute for just one of ya'll to help me out and finish cleaning my sausage. Pretty please?"

"While your submissive begging is amusing, we only have seven minutes and thirty seconds to escort you to the lair of Belinda the Black before you are officially considered escaped and missing. Right now you're better off channeling that excess of sexual energy into literally running for your life. Do not attempt to draw us off mission again, or we will be forced to sedate you as well." 

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I am sorry. It's just that..., Yeah, yeah. You're the sexy rebel alliance. Just lead on."

As the group prepared to job down a side hallway, the leader looked back to the two sleeping Black Hearth women and announced, "Hold everyone, I just had a thought."

My interest brightened as I thought she might have changed her mind about finishing me off, especially when she grabbed my cock. I became utterly confused, however, when she proceeded to lead me by my cock to the sleeping faces of my most recent former paramours. With a few quick tugs she had spattered the unconscious women's eyelids with my pre-ejaculate. She then utilized my cock as a paint brush to ensure full coverage. When she was satisfied she released me and motioned me to follow her down the side hall.

"And what on earth was that for?" I asked.

"When your man juice dries, it'll gum their eyes shut, adding to the time it will take them to sound a proper alarm." She said in a classic dead-pan tone. "Plus, it's just kind of funny."

And so I ran as fast as I could down the basement hallways, barely managing to keep up with my escort and trusting in them that they were leading me to where I needed to go. At one point we nearly crashed into a pair of Blonde Hearth members escorting a college-aged man as naked as I was. 

Good Lord, I thought. There really are multiple men down here being led around the same as I was! Not for the first time I wondered at what the true nature of all of this was actually about.

The commando team felled all three with a flurry of blow-gun tranquilizer darts before I even had the chance to offer my services as another 'distraction.' Brief glimpses of tawny tufts of twat thatches 'twixt tangled legs left me groaning over opportunities lost as we ran past.

About halfway through our journey, I found myself starting to feel woozy. This feeling was not from the physical activity of running, but seemed similar to how I felt after climaxing in Gladys the Grey's gash or Sandra's sweet snatch. I let my thoughts drift as we continued running. All that talk of me having funky tasting sperm, while believable, might also be an indication of susceptibility to a paralyzing agent. What if all these ladies had 'poisoned their pussies' with knock-out draughts? Have I been mickied by muff! That was no ordinary post-coital slumber I entered into. How is the dose delivered? Drinking it directly through cunnilingus or is it absorbed through the cock skin during coitus? As ridiculous a conspiracy theory as this was, it seemed to dovetail perfectly with their use of the blow-dart poison. It was definitely something to think on.

Eventually we arrived with little time to spare at an ornate door that I was told was the entrance to Belinda the Black's inner sanctum. The commandos scattered back into the shadows. I knocked three times and entered.

And there she finally was.

Belinda the Black.

My supposed nemesis.

Status, ability and expertise all combining in pricelessly poised efficiency. Black hair pinned high under a flat white bow, high stiletto heels, satin uniform displaying her charms, cinched at the waist and black tights artfully torn to display and enhance. She had the palest alabaster skin I had ever seen, seemingly devoid of mark or wrinkle. Her breasts were large even by Hearth standards, with the extended rubbery nipples and burgundy darkened aureoles denoting her status of motherhood. Her vanity revealed itself in her corseted shelf half-bra that kept her breasts artificially high, but the design of the Hearth uniform drew my eyes as they always did to her magnificent muff-covered mound of jet-black pubic hair complete with treasure trail that led from her adorable innie belly-button to the ivy-covered gates to paradise-on-earth.

She examined me with slowly glazing eyes, stifling a yawn as her level gaze encompassed my proudly saluting penis. Middle-aged and personally secure, I thought. Well, we'll soon see about that. Shattering her self-confidence was the key to winning her patronage, or so I had pinned my hopes on.

"Greetings, boy." Her voice thundered with malice. "No doubt you know why you are here. Please me and your life will be spared, if not...," she shrugged as if the matter was of no importance to her.

She pointed to a work table upon which rested a giant jar of lubricant and an equally imposing vibrator that was known as 'the rabbit,' a duplicate of the model I had once found in mothers' pantry. What it was doing in her pantry...?,

"It will apply the lubricant to the device." She ordered me, rendering me genderless in her eyes as an attempt to dehumanize me. "It will implant the device within its' self. It will turn the device on. It will lick the bottoms of my shoes as it pulls on its' penis. But it will not come to a climax without my permission. The quickness with which these tasks are completed will be graded. These instructions will not be repeated. Refusal to do any of these tasks will result in it being punished." 

I walked to the table, examined the items, and sighed.

"Unfortunately for you, I have been recently instructed on the rules and regulations of your matriarchal system, Hearth member." By failing to address her by her full title I offered her the gravest insult I dared at this juncture.

She hissed. I had hit my mark.

"While my ignorance of your laws, which you were counting far too heavily on, would have provided no defense of them, I come armed with the knowledge that during our interview you have no right to actually force me to do anything against my will." I smiled. "So I think we'll skip the self-cornholing bit, but thank you so very much for your gracious invitation to share in your toys."

"How dare you speak to me in such a way." She thundered. "I am the Black Hearth Matron and you will address me as such!"

"So, no 'plan B' I take it."

"Why you...," she shrieked in impotent rage.

"Oh, my," I sighed. "Don't you have any shame? You do know that all of this is being recorded and scrutinized and no doubt masturbated over by your sisters-in-arms, do you not? Even a D-list scream Queen could produce a better performance than this. Oh, but that's part of your plan also, isn't it? This is the point where I'm supposed to say something like, ' Kitten, I have been lied to, misdirected, and sexually manipulated from the moment I entered this place.' And then what? Are you hoping that in my anger I will physically attack you, thus proving what brutish beasts all men are and providing you with an actual justifiable reason to actually take my life?" 

I leaned against the table and crossed my arms. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do any of that."

"But you still have yet to win my vote," she countered. "You still have to try and please me."

"Why, though," I asked. "Isn't any attempt by me to conquer your cunt like Conan, 'trial by coitus', simply a repetition of patriarchal archetypes that your group was supposedly formed to fight against? For the most part, all I've seen the women of this place do is act and treat each other the same ways that men would; only you're all so very much worse at it somehow."

"So says the pencil-dicked coward," she responded.

"Seriously?" I laughed. "Name-calling now? You've been reduced to that this quickly?"

She grunted as if she was going to say more, and then seemingly thought better of it. 

"Mind if I have a go?" I asked. "I mean, if we've sunk to this level it's only fair if I get a chance also."

Her silence was deafening as her pouting continued.

"You're nothing more than a walking, breathing unhappy stereotype and a rather poor one at that—"

"You can't talk to me like—". She began.

I rose angrily from the table and crossed to her until we were nose-to-nose and cock-to-cunt. "I wasn't finished." I whispered in a slow steady tone that made her shoulders quiver and her eyes look away.

"You're in perfect control at work in your daily life, and because of the accumulated stress of that and your other duties your strongest desire, your heart's one true wish, is to relinquish that total control at play." 

I spun her around. "You are an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman, Belinda," I said sincerely. "One that I have already admired from the front. Please allow me to gaze upon your equally as wondrous backside. Grab your ankles and let the full glory of your labia unfurl."

To my surprise, she did exactly that, gifting me with the sight of her buoyant alabaster buttocks perched high atop her ripened peach with the full length of her pussy hair trailing down like a beard. 

I leaned forward and gripped her hips with my hands, trailing my cock up and down from her anus to her vagina and back again. When I was once again at her anus I told myself that it was now or never, that everything I had said since entering this room had been to get to this point, I gave a little push and she instantly tried to shove me away.

"Wrong hole!" she screeched. "Wrong hole!"

"What can I say, Hearth member," I growled as I held her in place, "it's the right hole for me!"

She continued to struggle as I laid out my argument. "All this time you've spent obsessing over anal sex, punishing unknowing young men for some insult I'm guessing was done to you despite your having enjoyed it or that you have long wished to have done to you. Tirelessly beating the asses of others when it was your own broad backside that longed for a pounding. And the irony is your belief that if you simply ask for what you want and admit to yourself the nature of your desire, that that would then render it spoiled. Because 'we all know' it's simply no good to ask directly what you want, no, someone needs to magically read you mind in order for the experience to be fulfilling. Good gravy, woman! If anyone in my experience has needed a diamond-hard shaft to split their ass hunks asunder, it is you. Now take your medicine like a good girl, and not to worry. I'll coat it with a spoon-full of sugar for you first."




Hairy University Ch. 04



I reached out my left hand for the family-sized tub of lubricant that was no doubtedly an integral ingredient in her domination of others. As my fingers wrapped around it, Belinda made an odd keening noise. She reached out for my hand and gently entwined her fingers in mine. She then spoke in a voice so low that I was unable to hear her.

"What was that?" I asked. "Say that again."

"But I'm not a good girl, I'm not. I'm a bad girl," she whimpered. "I need it to hurt, just a little. Make it hurt."

"What?" I repeated. Despite having heard her, I was initially at a loss in understanding her.

"I need it to huuurt, Daddy," she pleaded. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished. She then reached behind herself, grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, and opened herself up to me.

"Not even..., not even spit?" I clarified.

"Not even spit, Daddy." She agreed.

I slowly let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I had successfully broken her down with my will and was now the one in control. Whether or not this was real or merely another gambit in this crazy game of campus sexcapades, I knew that how I handled things in the next few moments would have a profound effect on our future relationship.

"I need to feel the beat of your heart through the pulse in your cock as it breaks through my inner ring, Daddy." She pleaded.

Unfortunately for me, I had never done anal before. Never. Although I had never fucked ass before, I'd certainly watched enough television to have the basic concepts down. One thing was for sure, the experience would be rough going on both of us. 

"I need to feel the warmth of your cum as it coats my insides with your love, Daddy." She begged.

From what little I knew, a courteous and gentle lover would incrementally nudge his love truncheon into his woman's ass only after a liberal application of lube to both himself and her rectum that had been previously stretched open with fingers and then perhaps thumbs. Conversely, a rude ruffian of a lover would ravage a woman's Hershey highway by animalistically slamming himself fully into her. I realized a middle-course was necessary to provide Belinda the domination she longed for while simultaneously preventing permanent injury.

"I need you." She said simply. "In my ass. All the way up in it."

And so I presented my cockhead to her rosebud anus and knock, knock, knocked on Heaven's door. My piss slit had continued to leak so much pre-cum that my glans and most of the top half of my shaft were fairly well lubricated. I inched my way in until my forward progress was halted by the sphincter guarding the entrance to her bowels. Beneath me, Belinda the black let out a low, throaty moan. 

"I don't remember Daddy giving you permission to speak, Baby," I admonished as I gathered my will and savagely pushed beyond the limits of her sphincter while simultaneously giving her right alabaster ass cheek the hardest smack I could muster.

Hoping the ass smack sufficiently distracted her from my doings in her dumper, I was enheartened by her voicing of an even deeper and more guttural groan. Firmly fitted, I proceeded with the standard "in-and-out" of her furry ass and hoped for the best. 

The best is exactly what I got.

Her thick thighs shuddered with every thrust. At first I was too self-conscious to fully appreciate the sensations I was feeling, but as we built momentum I began to realize why so many people praised this form of fucking. The sustained pressure of the tightness of her ass was astounding and unlike any vagina I had ever experienced. I looked down to admire how the shaft of my cock worked to both fill and split her glorious globes in two. I noticed that Belinda had begun to frig her clit as we fucked, and soon she was bucking back at me with a ferocity that was primal and almost frightening in its intensity.

"Fuck my big fucking ass, Daddy. Pump it!" she cried and I did my best to comply.

I started smacking her hams, mesmerized by how they wobbled and danced around like Jell-o. "Jiggle, you fat bitches, jiggle!" I ordered her ass cheeks.

"So big. So beeeg!" She crooned.

"I thought you said I was pencil-dicked?" I asked as I accomplished a grind-and-twirl.

"No, Daddy." She denied. "You fill me, Daddy. You fill me up!"

"Turn around," I commanded. "I want to see you, I want to see all of you baby girl." And somehow we managed it without my dick leaving her rectum for a single moment. Both of us ending up on the table that had seen to the pointless torture of so many young men. She simply spun herself around and kissed me full on the mouth as I continued to feed longer and longer lengths into her hot hole.

Somehow in the repositioning I happened upon a particularly sensitive nerve cluster and her moans grew deeper into growls. 

"Right there, Daddy." She rasped. "That's it. That's the magic spot. I'm almost there, almost there, almost..., and then she burst into tears as I simultaneously blasted my load.

Belinda the Black, Matron of the Black Hearth, Mistress and Commander of all the women who bore unshaved, black-haired pussy patches collapsed into full-blown heaving sobs in my arms. Luckily I had done some reading in a Women's Studies course about 'cry-gasms' and how they relate not to sadness but to the relief of pressure. Otherwise I would probably have had the typical response that most men have to a crying woman, wanting to solve the problem by stopping what was assumedly hurting her In order to get her to stop.

Instead I simply held her. When the worst of the shaking was over I left to explore the rest of the room, found her bathroom, and after cleaning myself I returned with a warm washcloth and a jar of healing balm that all women seem to always have in their medicine cabinets.

As I approached her I felt like I was finally looking at her for the first time. In that moment, I completely understood her story. She had probably married young and forced by Mother Nature to give away a part of her youthful beauty to each of her children. Sexual congress with her husband had been dutiful and underwhelming, the primary goals being his pleasure only and procreation. As she entered middle-age she was rewarded with divorce papers from a husband requiring a woman half his age (with perhaps a penchant for genital hair removal) who no longer valued her even as the mother of his children since they were by now fully grown and leading lives of their own.

Her once imposing costume now looked ridiculous and her excessive make-up seemed garish in the early morning light. Her stomach protruded, showing a bit of a pot belly I hadn't noticed before. Her thighs were much bigger than I had realized, and her tits now devoid of the support of a bra spilled away from her chest down to her sides. Her bush matted and crusty with secretions failed to cover the reddened area around her asshole. She looked like a real woman instead of a construct, and as my cock twitched I realized a truth of my own, that I would fuck her again in a heartbeat and consider myself the luckiest man alive as I did so.

As I washed away the remnants of our lovemaking, she revealed that she was not at the heart of the conspiracy. "In all honesty, I was never the one you should have feared. Truly. I swear an oath." 

Secretly I had suspected as much. She had broken far too easily to be at the heart of any actual malfeasance. But my good works done in her ass were not in vain. I think I helped her face her own demons, and if I did, that was good enough for me.

As I applied the healing balm to her tender areas, she whispered secrets that warned of further tasks I would need to accomplish and hints as to how I might do so. Her covert glances at one particular wall of the room confirmed my suspicions that even now we continued to be recorded by unseen others.

As I rose to put away the supplies, she asked, "will you please fuck me again, oh mighty Patriarch?" And there it was, use of the supposed title that I had been lured into this underground den of sex and intrigue to fulfill. She was telling me that I had the full support of the Black Hearth in all council matters and that she would do what was in her power to prevent me from losing my life. "Once more before you leave me?"

I had no choice but to extend the role-play and fulfill her request. "Of course I will, my child. But you know the rules. I will pleasure you in any way that you wish, but first you must make me ready for you."

I sat down next to her on the table, swinging my legs up to face her.

She crawled over on top of me, trailing her breasts and hardening nipples on my legs until finally reaching my cock to caress it with her face.