<
I have received several letters from readers and some of them had asked me to write about โMiss Hairy Armpits 2003โ. Instead I replied to them to send entries, which would meet the criteria, which include (i) hairiness and (ii) some sex involved. Here are the ten best entries. I have edited some portions of the story.
It was the hottest day of the year and the sun was really beating down. I, of course had spent most of my teens beating my cock. I was in my early twenties and yet still a virgin. My time would come I knew but my cock was getting fed up with only my hand for company. As I walked on the hot tarmac coming from the opposite side was a lovely brunette. I sighed to myself I wish I could have her. She was gorgeous. Her brunette hair was shining, all pinned up with just a few soft, curling wisps dangling against her high cheekbones and long, slender neck. Her eyelashes were accentuated long and dark and the large diamond earrings added to her incredible femininity. Her low-cut white cotton blouse revealed the firm, cleavage of her large, firm breasts, barely concealing her nipples. She was wearing a white cotton blouse and jeans and just as the gap between us narrowed she lifted her arms to tie her hair into a knot. It was then that I swooned. From underneath her loose-sleeved cotton blouse I spied the blackest hairiest armpits ever. It was long curling and very thick and I stared at her unshaven underarms for what seemed like hours (though it might have been a few seconds) as I saw the glorious garden in her hairy armpits before she put her arms down.
Boy was I sweating as I turned around and like a crazy guy followed her. The heat had got to me but I had never seen such a bushy armpit before. My cock swelled in my pants as I relived the last few minutes. Her armpits were filled with wild bushy hair and it grew all over her buttery armpits. I have had a fetish for bushy armpits but this woman had to be the world champion. She turned around the block and entered an apartment as I quickly followed her. Was I getting lucky my Uncle Peter lived on the 5th floor and as I the elevator came I got in next to her. Her scent was alluring as I took in her sweet earthy body odor. Before I could press the button she pressed 5 too and I was too much of a daze to notice as she walked towards apartment 51 and pushed a key in and went in. I turned away and walked across towards the opposite side towards Uncle Peterโs apartment as the door shut behind me. Uncle Peter actually lived overseas and his flat was empty.