Sarah is cute in that buxom, bubbly way of young girls who would have been described as "pleasantly plump" through most of history. Her round face and round body are a man's dream, and her open willingness adds to the image of desirability.
But it's the body hair that makes her special. Where I was licking, right at the cup of her armpit, the hair was thick and coarse. I could taste the faint salt of her womansweat.
Down her side, the hair wasn't quite as coarse or thick, but it was still much heavier than any other woman I had ever seen. Where it spread up the swell of her breast it was fine, almost downy except for the ring around her nipples and areolas where the hairs were very thick and wiry. I love the feel of every part of her against my tongue.
She gasped when I bit down on her nipple and then her fingers entwined in my hair and pulled me hard against it. I suckled for a while, making her moan softly, while my fingers played with the hair, thick tufts at the cup of her hipbones.
"Use that educated tongue, baby," she said, her voice very clear.
I released her nipple, lifted myself up onto my arms to meet her eyes, smiled, and said, "I thought you'd never ask."
I moved down the bed then, kissing my way down her body, tracing that line of fine, downy hair down the midline of her belly. At the delta of her pubic hair, very thick and coarse down there, I brushed my lips across the thick patches in those deep cups at her hipbones. The way her hips rocked I could tell she was really liking that so I kept it up as her hips and legs moved in little twitchy motions.
I scooted around then, so I could give her what she wanted properly.
My knees were between hers and I parted her legs deliberately.
That glorious body hair of hers was so thick it covered her completely, even the split between her nether lips was hidden in that thick, curly, wiry hair. When I used my fingertips to part her lips gently, opening her for me, that thick hair was slightly thinner and slightly finer, but unlike other pussies I had seen, the hair did cover the inside of those outer lips. Only her delicate inner lips, the
labia minora
were almost hairless although even there, individual fine, wispy hairs showed.
Her excitement showed too.
Her natural lubricant was working just fine. As I watched, her nectar, very thick, not quite clear, just a whitish tint, overflowed and ran down, wetting that thick coarse hair of the crack of her ass.
I bent and blew, very softly, where the hard bud of her clitoris was showing and her hips rocked, well, her hips
bucked
a little when I did that. And when I touched that hard button of pleasure with my tongue her body jumped.
I brought her along slowly like that. Blowing and touching and kissing and tasting. She seemed to enjoy it and I damn sure did.
She had that special taste, the taste only a woman fully aroused can have. She was slightly salty, very oily, with a hint of sweetness that left an oddly bitter aftertaste. I loved it as I lapped at her like a thirsty dog or cat, drinking her excitement like the best wine you could imagine.
And I realized I couldn't get enough of her.
I covered her with my mouth, the thick hair preventing a true "latch," but my tongue kept her flowing enough to satisfy both of us. I drank her, swallowing that sweet nectar. I used my tongue to masturbate her, playing with that love button until I felt the tension in her body tell me she was almost there.
I'm good with my mouth and I wanted to please her. So I held her there, right at the edge, as the tension built. When I felt her close, knew another five seconds would finish her, I eased the pressure I was giving her and I felt movement as her hips bucked, seeking her release.
She moaned then, and hissed a soft, "Jesusssssssssss," the final sibilant hanging in the air.
But I made her wait. I withdrew the pressure she needed, and she moaned, her hips pushing, seeking.
Okay, I was enjoying this at least as much as she was. The only contact between us was my tongue on her clitoris and pussy. And her hips were rocking constantly, her head whipping softly from side to side.
But I wanted to hear her ask, hell, okay, I wanted to hear her beg, so I kept doing what I was doing, taking my time, holding her on the edge, and then taking her a little farther.
