Mature Women with Hairy Pussy

Older Women with very hairy pussy 01

My name is Jessica. I am 30 and live in Manchester in the UK. I'm a lesbian, and my all-time favourite women to date are those at least 15 years older than me with very hairy pussy and hair elsewhere is a bonus. I don't care what the rest of them are like -- fat, thin, plain, pretty, spotty, smooth, big bum or small bum -- they have to have a bush worth the name! This, my first of a few stories, is how I developed my taste for rug-munching hair-pie.

I went to a Catholic 6th Form college. Fortunately my tutor there turned out To be very understanding when I told her about my sexual preferences the day after my 18th birthday. She did not judge me and told me that who I fancied sexually was entirely up to me. I guessed this view would not have been popular with the college hierarchy, but I never told them.

So by the time I left college I felt a lot better about myself, even if I still had not lost my virginity. As soon as I was 18 I got well in to watching porn. All of it was mature well-hirsute women with younger women over 18. I got so wet watching I had to sometimes wear a pad when I went out otherwise I would have got through a lot of knickers.

I had applied to go to Oxford to read history., I got 4 A* at A-level so got in. the results came out on a Thursday, and I spent the whole of that following weekend pissed out of my skull.

It was lunchtime on the following Monday when I finally crawled out of my pit and was sobering up over a cup of strong coffee when my mobile buzzed. I didn't recognise the number. I clicked on the text and read:

"Jessica it's Mrs. Jenkins. I heard you got your grades. Brilliant news. Can I take you out for a meal to celebrate??"

I had no idea where she got my number from, but I I didn't care. I texted back yes, and we arranged to go out that Wednesday night. There was no problem us meeting as I was over 18 and had finished at college.

I got to the pizza place first. I had dressed to impress. A t-shirt that hugged my larger than average tits, and shorts that also showed off my bigger than average arse to effect. They showed my legs which had more hair on them than the celeb magazines said was acceptable. As that was none at all I was hairy. And if the readers of those magazines would have found my legs troublesome, they would have been aghast at what was between my legs. My pubic bush had never seen a razor, and my arm pits were only trimmed. Not only did I like hair I liked being hairy.

Mrs. J turned up right on time. When she saw me, her face broke in to that lovely warm smile which had always made me smile and also brought a little tingle to a certain place. As I took her in when she sat down my little place did more than tingle. She was definitely built for comfort and not for speed. There were spare tyres clear around her waist and her arse was even bigger than mine. Her tits looked solid but huge and made up a bit by extra padding fat wise. She also had a t-shirt on and when she raised her arms there was abundant hair present. I smiled inwardly knowing that if anything happened I would not be disappointed. Until that thought I had not reckoned on sexual matters, but as I had the thought I realised it was something I would look forward to if it happened. It would be my first time, and I felt losing my virginity to the woman who I first disclosed my sexuality to was definitely a nice thing. That was the most important thing to me. She had always been lovely to me and that meant a lot sexually as much as anything else. I realised then for the first time what I was going to learn through-out my sex life -- sex was a hundred times better including your orgasms if you liked the person you were fucking as a person first and foremost. Then their body just did not matter. The only time a body mattered was for me a quick I need a fuck.

We fell very easily in to conversation. We talked a bit about my A-levels, and then on to lots of other things. It turns out we had similar taste in music, books and films. She was also interested in the same period of history as me and had read the same books so we got in to lively discussions about our interpretations.

We talked so much that the food and wine was well gone before we had got on to more personal things:

"We neither have to get up early tomorrow", Mrs J. -- who now insisted I called her Angharad -- said as casually as she could: "So why don't we go and carry on talking at my place?"

Her eyes told a story. They held much more than a offer of more conversation, at least that's what I half hoped and half suspected. Although I had had no sexual partners by then, I was quite good at reading people and body language:

"I'd love to", I said smiling as warmly as I could. As I got up I brushed her hand with mine. Her smile grew just a bit wider at that.

We got a taxi to her house, which turned out to be a semi-detached in a posh part of town. When we had settled in her living room with more wine I asked her about herself. She had been married but no children. Her husband had left her five years ago saying she was too fat and unattractive and he wanted to find some one else. He had married his 25-year old secretary. The house had been part of the settlement as had half of his bank account which as he was a rich solicitor had been a fair amount.

"Was no children through choice?" I suddenly said the alcohol making me bolder:

"No. He was infertile, but never accepted it. He always blamed me."

As she spoke her face dropped and her eyes filled up. I was over to her on the couch in a flash wrapping my arms around her as the tears started. It was lovely to repay the support she had shown me.

Eventually the tears ended:

"Sorry", she sniffed " I should be over it by now."

" Bollocks" I said firmly: "I'd be surprised if something like that ever stopped hurting."

We were silent then for a while me still holding her enjoying her soft curves. When she moved to wrap her arms round me it felt natural. As it did when infinitely slowly, or that is how it felt, Angharad's hand came up to my face and slowly turned it to face her. Her head came up from my shoulder and our lips met. The kiss was infinitely soft and gentle. If this was what kissing a woman was like, I was hooked for life. Emotionally and physically I was smitten. A very warm glow and very wet pussy.

We parted for air and looked hard in to each other's eyes:

"Are you sure?" Angharad asked quietly.

For answer I kissed her, but this time with passion to burn. I slid my wet lips all over her as open as I could before plunging my tongue in to her mouth. To be fair after a second's shock she met me with equal randiness. We were breathing hard when we parted this time:

"I have wanted to do that ever since you told me you were gay?", Angharad panted before nibbling my left ear lobe.

I groaned never having felt anything like that. I swear I almost came:

"I so want you to be my first fuck!" I gasped. My left hand found her right tit and squeezed. It was her turn to gasp:

"It will be my honour and privilege." She grinned hugely: "thank you".

We were in her bedroom in seconds. We snogged again standing by the bed then Angharad pulled away with a worried look on her face:

"What's wrong?" I asked thinking I had done something:

"I'm worried you won't fancy me without clothes on. I'm old and fat and hairy."

For answer I growled in anticipation. I was on my knees in a flash and roughly pulled her pants and knickers down in one go. Her thighs were as hairy as mine, but her bush made mine look like a lawn. It was huge. All curly and very thick. There was not a pussy lip to be seen anywhere. There was a thick treasure trail from her belly button in to the jungle, although I noticed she had shaved the hair around her bum:

"Fucking Gorgeous!" I shouted and buried my face in hard rubbing all of it against her smelly wetness. It was incredible. She had a very strong scent and it made my own cunt spasm. I sucked mouthfuls of hair in to my mouth and sucked until my mouth was full of her liquid, taste and scent. Then I licked hard until her bush was even more of a sopping mess.

When I came away she was bent over moaning with pleasure:

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" she gasped grinning:

"What I hope you will be doing to me!" I grinned back and had my clothes off in seconds and bounced down on to the bed on my back. I spread my legs wide and held them back to my tits. My own hairy heaven was fully exposed. My lips were just visible, but not by much. I could smell myself and it was strong.

Angharad suddenly looked both like she had got the cream and predatory all at the same time. She moved slowly on to the bed, and then even more slowly licked up each thigh always stopping before my oven:

" Oh fuck you tease" I shouted "Lick me now you cow!"

Angharad just laughed and brought her tongue up to trace my own treasure trail before carrying on up my tummy then to my tits. She licked even slower up my two mountains and barely flicked my nipples before suddenly sucking half my tit in to her mouth:

! Oh shit, shit, shit!" I cried and this time did have a small cum. My first brought on by someone else.

Angharad realised instantly and caught me up in a big cuddle:

"I'm so glad it was me who made you cum first!" She smiled kissing my nose:

"Just for starters!" she added and her mouth was moving again.

This time it went quickly to my bush and for the next fuck knows how long she ate me. That is almost too little a description of what she did. She used everything: teeth, lips, tongue, nose, forehead, fingers the palm of her hand even her ears! She varied everything in speed, depth, softness, hardness rhythm. My first big cum shook my body so much I spasmed and screamed. She laid off just long enough for me to calm down a little before she started again. And Again! And Again! And Again!

I think I came at least four times before she relented. I was so exhausted that I immediately fell asleep. When I woke up she had her arms wrapped around me and was stroking my hair:

"Are you ok gorgeous?"

I thought about this for a minute:

"I have finally found my sexuality with a woman I have felt a heck of a lot for months. She has treated me so sensitively and lovingly and fucked my brains out! What do you think?"

"Glad I could help." She laughed gently.

We laid there quietly for another few minutes:

"Was this the plan after I left school?" I asked turning to face her and running my finger down the fine hairs that ran down her spine.

She gasped:

"Yes. I have been gay since the same age as you. I have had a couple of long-term relationships. I have never done anything with anyone at college before. There was just something about you."

"Well you have now. And I'm going to do the same to you!"

My hand moved quickly over her bum and was an inch away from her cunt when she stopped it. I looked at her surprised:

"I really want you too, but there is something else I want to do with you first."

She looked worried again. I thought about it and then a light bulb went off:

"You want to fuck me with a strap-on to properly take my virginity?!

She looked at me and nodded:

"Is that ok? I will understand if..."

I didn't let her finish. I pulled her to me in the tightest of hugs and smothered her face with kisses:

"Who else and when would be better?"

She giggled in relief:

"Let me go then so I can get ready."

I let her go and she moved off the bed and got on her knees at the bedside table. When she stood up she had a long pink dildo in her hand attached to straps. She slipped quickly in to it and I knew she had done this lots of times before:

"Did you always fuck all your partners?" I asked:

"One of them always me. The other we took turns."

When she had finished her cock stood out proudly from her bush:

"How do you get pleasure?" I asked looking at her:

"there is 4 inches of it in me and a ridge right on my clit."

I smiled and before she could say anything I rolled off the bed and fell to my knees in front of her. I had never imagined giving a blow job to a cock, but in this situation it felt right. The plastic tasted faintly of other pussy and strawberry. Not at all unpleasant. I took hold of her arse cheeks and began to suck forcibly on her cock making sure I pulled and pushed it in and out of her pussy:

"Oh yes" she groaned and her hips bucked pushing herself more in to my mouth. For a couple of minutes we kept at it with my spit running down the shaft. We were both panting when she finally pulled my head off:

"I need to fuck you now!" she breathed urgently:

"Will it hurt?" I asked as I jumped back on the bed on to my back and spread my legs:

"Have you put other things inside yourself?" she asked as she got on her knees and shuffled forward until I felt the hard tip against my hair-covered lips:

"Hairbrushes and things. It hurt the first time I did it and there was some blood."

"That means your hymen is broken so it only may be a bit uncomfortable at first."

With the last word she flexed her hips and the first two inches of her cock slipped in side me. I gasped but it was entirely in pleasure. My hips bucked and another couple of inches slid home. With another few jerks of her hips and thrusts of my own we felt each other's pubic hair touch:

"How does that feel?", my lover breather in to my ear as she slid her hands around my shoulders:

"Fucking great!" I groaned back:

"I'm glad", she said and then started to slowly fuck me. We moved together and for long minutes there was only the sound of our breathing, the squelching of my pussy and the occasional word of pleasure. Then gradually she lifted herself up until she was kneeling above me. This changed the angle to slower and deeper, which increased when she took hold of my legs and began slowly to push them back towards my chest:

"Oh shit that's deep!" I grunted:

"Is it ok though?" she said gasping herself:

"Oh bloody hell yes!" The last word came out as a shout as without warning she suddenly increased the tempo. She fucked me hard for a minute. I had my first cum on a cock at that point my body shaking and lots of swear words coming out of my mouth. She carried on fucking me through the climax and only let my legs fall when I stopped coming:

"Good?" she asked through panting breaths:

"What do you think?" I said weakly:

"You might like this even more. Get on your hands and knees."

I obliged and then groaned again as she entered me again. This time she took no prisoners. From the instant she banged me as hard and fast as she could. We were both soon swearing and shouting our lungs off with sweat flying everywhere. I had my second cum on a cock as she forced me down on to the mattress.

Then she was pulling out and gasping for me to go back on my back:

"I want to look at you when I cum."

This time did not take long. She started slowly but soon picked up the pace again. My legs were wrapped around her back and my nails were digging in to her flesh so much that I drew blood:

"Oh shit I'm cuming," she suddenly roared and her body spasmed on top of me. I came a third time with her.

So that was how I started. Episode 2 will tell you about more antics that first summer of love!