[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Part 7
Chapter 1
Cranking Up for the Long Trip North
"Hayden, how close are you to being ready to leave?" Parker Scott called out to her lover, Hayden Wellington, from the bedroom of Swamp Central. She and fiancé Mark had married the year before, and their union had been more wonderful than she'd imagined.
One of Mark's desires for his wife was that she be free to enjoy the affections of the rest of their PRISM team whenever she desired. It was not long after Hayden Wellington had attracted her interest during the
Beautiful Men
shoot that she and the strikingly handsome young man six years her junior had begun their torrid affair. It had become a permanent relationship, now. Her husband was entirely happy with it.
His heavy, wavy, waist-length coppery-gold hair, his unusual creamy skin, and his prominent breasts, from a childhood abnormality, that he enjoyed immensely, coupled with his maturity had fastened her in a constrictor-like grip.
He, in turn, was captured by her dark beauty, her irrepressible good humor, and the loving tenderness with which she treated him. Parker electrified virtually all of his desires and fetishes. She had long, black hair, an amazingly dense growth of soft body hair that she cultivated with pleasure and pride, and world-class breasts that he had immediately categorized as 'top-heavy.'
Her lovely face hinted at the thick, soft body fur only to the extent of a light but definite, delicate shadow on her upper lip and the unusually heavy growth of soft hair that began in front of her ears and grew back into the dense mass of the black, wavy mane cascading down her back.
Hayden could never restrain his urges to caress her great breasts, in itself a source of great delight to his older lover. Her cleavage was enviable; her breasts were firm for her size with fat, pointed nipples that literally demanded attention beneath or out of whatever she wore. And as a part of the PRISM executive management team, she loyally supported the company's line of extremely sensuous clothing and underwear.
Hayden himself was the most delicious man she had ever known intimately, second only to her husband Mark Campbell, of course. He was twenty-four, four years younger than she, and the training with Mark had developed a powerful body. His mass of reddish-gold hair grew nearly to his waist in waves and ringlets that any woman would die for. The skin of his body was a delicious, smooth feature without a single mark or growth of hair save for the dense tuft of golden fur sculpted above his thick penis and ball sac.
He had one physical feature that drove Parker to a delicious heat every time she saw it or thought of it. Hayden had experienced gynecomastia, an abnormal glandular swelling of the breasts in young men that usually passed away with maturity. Hayden's had not; in fact, his breasts had enlarged and had developed prominent, very sensitive nipples.
He had refused his parents' desires that he undergo corrective surgery, as had PRISM's tranny girl Ashwynde with a similar experience, choosing instead to keep his unusual physical trait and to display his breasts with pride. Friends and observers had often characterized him as the most beautiful, sexy man they had ever seen. During his first year with PRISM he had actually won a national contest for
America's Most Beautiful Young Man
.
Not long after they had met and fallen in love Hayden, at Mark's urging, had his nipples pierced and decorated with ¾ - inch gold rings. The artisan who performed her work on him ensured that the holes in his nipples allowed the rings to swing freely, another tasty little morsel that aroused Parker no end.
For all of her very large breasts and her lusty pleasure with them, Parker simply 'lost it' sexually over her young lover's full and firm breasts. The two of them had been asked to leave three restaurants and two malls during dates in which they could not keep their hands off each other.
Hayden was aroused by the fact that, while Parker had expressed her deep love for him and had left almost nothing undone by way of sensuous sexual heroics with her young 'Golden Boy' as she called him, she also wore Mark's one-carat diamond engagement ring and his diamond-studded wedding band. The sexual implications of this excited both the lovers.
"Gorgeous boy of mine, what would you like for me to wear on this first day of our trip?"
"How about that sleeveless yellow, cropped tank top that stops just below those gorgeous babies we know as boobs, and your black denims with the Dan Post boots? And no panties underneath!"
"You're an erotic beast, young man" she laughed in reply. "I know what you really want. You want me to show off my underarm grass and the fur on my tummy. Everybody for miles around will know that I'm a hairy girl. Is that what you
really
want?"
"You know, Gypsy, your perceptive abilities are simply stunning. You're right on target!"
"Hayden," the dark beauty leaned over to embrace him, "I adore your calling me that. Don't ever stop...please. I really have that bloodline in me, and it's important; it's your intimate name for me."
"You really are my sensuous, dark, hairy beauty, Angel. Intimacy with you is a great gift."
"All right, I'll wear what you asked for. And I'm not going to make any effort to keep from stretching or bending over. I want you to wear that gorgeous hair unbound, your faded blue denims with the Tony Llama boots, and that short-sleeve blue chambray shirt. And you have to leave it unbuttoned halfway down your front. If you want people to see all my underarm bushes and my fur-covered tummy, I want them to see those gorgeous, squeezable, nice tits of yours with those rings that bounce around!"
Having staked out their fetishes for each other, they set about dressing for the trip. Hayden and Parker had packed the diesel camper the night before for their company-sponsored trip to Montana on another gold-hunting excursion. Ashwynde, the tranny-girl who ran PRISM's exploration division, treated them to her enviable body in a light and very short yellow shift as she made breakfast.
Parker finished dressing, such as it was, before Hayden, and she strode into the kitchen where she greeted the redheaded girl with a deep kiss, gently grasping Ashwynde's firm penis beneath the short dress and caressing it as she searched her throat with her tongue.
"Good Lord, Parker! Coming at me this way and you dressed like that...you're begging for me to rape you, hairy girl." She laughed joyfully after Parker withdrew her tongue from her mouth. "You have to be the best kisser on the property. I hope you aren't going to kill that gorgeous young man before you even get to Montana. Look at you."
Ashe stepped back and slowly circled Parker, making comments as she did so.
"Your hair and nails are perfectly lovely. How long are those talons now...four inches...five inches? Love it! That half top is perfect; it's tight enough to show off your tits and I can see your nipples almost as if you didn't have it on at all. It juuusst barely covers the lower curves of those huge beauties. Now the arms...baby, your underarm grass is simply museum quality.
"God, Parker! How did it ever grow that long and that thick! I know when people see you, they either want to turn away with dislike or they want to screw your legs off on the spot. That shortie top shows your underarm fur perfectly. I've never been much for growing my own body hair...but, girl...you make me want to!
"Now for the jeans. I love you in denims and boots. Betcha haven't got anything on underneath, though."
"Yep!" the young woman replied. "I've had my share of people who criticized me about my underarm fur and made sure I knew it. But a lot more have actually told me directly that they like it, that it makes them hot, and that they have never seen a woman with so much of it. I've had a number of very sweet propositions, all of which I've politely declined, of course. But more people seem to like my grass than dislike it. And besides, Hayden adores it. I keep him hot all the time."
"Well, you'd better, Parker. He is absolutely gorgeous with that reddish-gold mane and those waves...not to mention those sexy tits of his and his luscious, big, fat cock...wooops! I'm sorry, Parker...I didn't mean to be so ill-mannered. But you know more than any of us that he's got a beautiful stick."
"Better believe it!" she replied with a laugh. "He takes me apart so regularly that I often wonder what will happen if he fails to replace all my pieces. I am so in love with that boy."
At that point Hayden walked into the room. To say that he had Ashwynde's and Parker's immediate attention was a gross understatement.
"Oh, Lord, I have died and gone to Heaven!" exclaimed the tranny girl, feeling herself become delightfully hard as steel underneath her light dress. She walked over to the young man and kissed him wetly, slipping her hands inside his shirt to fondle his breasts.
"You aren't merely a handsome man, Hayden. You are simply gorgeous to any woman or man with an ounce of sense and a normal sexual desire. That hair is stunning, more so than mine. It certainly is as long! And your boobs are...oh, delicious... Honey, you simply have big tits, so get happy with it. I'll tell you this, you're in danger of being attacked sexually wherever you go. As lovely as Mark is, there is something magical about you and your image. Please save some for me when you get back," she stated matter-of-factly to everyone present.
