For those of you who have read my other posts, you know that I absolutely love a full bush. When I studied in Europe in the late-90's, I was no different. I remember in Switzerland meeting a 22 year old girl, Anya, at a club. She had a very cute face and a tall and curvy body. Shapely breasts with wide hips and a nice juicy ass to match. She was wearing a blouse with those sorts of sleeves that are more like fans or cut flaps so you can easily see her shoulders and underarms if you were looking. And I was looking. She had dark hair and through these fan sleeves (or whatever they're called) I saw even darker hair under her armpits. They looked very much like my own underarms in terms of color and amount of hair, which didn't surprise me because, ironically, I've never been all that hairy of a guy. But for a female it was quite ample. I knew I had to do everything I could to get back with this girl because if her vagina looked anything like her underarms I knew I was in for a treat - both in terms of eating and fucking!
As luck would have it, Anya had me back to her apartment. Sure enough her bush was extremely hairy. The blackness of the hair color I'm sure amplified it, but the length was very long in any event. I gleefully went down on her and, having had some other females about as hairy as Anya, knew just how to part her hair to expose the fruit of her vulva. I don't know if it was the hair or her European heritage, but her vagina was extremely fragrant. Not foul in any way, but as soon as her legs spread and I parted her labia minora her whole room was enveloped in a sea of musk that most guys might find overpowering, but I found very erotic. If I ever doubted the existence of pheremones, Anya proved them a scientific fact. At this point she commented, "Most American guys aren't used to my hair, but you seem to know what you're doing." As the 'Brazilian' was at its peak stateside I replied, "Well, most American women could learn something about what to do - or what not to do - with their pubic hair from their European counterparts. This is a beautiful vagina."
Fortunately, Anya, was completely self-assured and uninhibited so the lights stayed on the whole time. We started fucking - yes, without a condom. In short order she got on top of me and started riding me. Her pussy was wet to say the least - my shaft was flecked with chalk white curds of her pussy cream. I was rock hard and as long as I could get. She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her deep red labia there too, but the hair was so long, it went past her lips and hung onto my dick. It was such an erotic sight I had to shut my eyes because I started to feel that familiar churning in my balls. She noticed this right away and said, "Why are you closing your eyes all of a sudden?" I said, "Your hair and lips on my penis -- too hot." Unsure if her English would be nuanced enough for her to understand the colloquialism "come," I took the scientific approach and said something like, "I don't want to let out my sperm too soon."
"Why not," Anya queried.
"I want to make sure you have an orgasm first," I answered.
To this she laughed and said, "You are a lot different than practically every American bloke I've ever been with," then she bounced off of me and started vigorously jerking me off against her bush. She said, "I already had an orgasm from when you licked me down there. BEsides, I want to see you let out your sperm so don't hold back." As if I could hold back at this point, 5 seconds later I'm moaning, "Oh Anya, here comes my sperm." I start blasting her midsection, under breasts and big, black triangle of bush. As soon as any lands in her pubes she's rubbing it in like a champ to make sure none drips into that beautiful, red cavern. All the while she's giggling and saying "Yayy," in the most adorable Swiss accent.
As luck would have it, Anya had me back to her apartment. Sure enough her bush was extremely hairy. The blackness of the hair color I'm sure amplified it, but the length was very long in any event. I gleefully went down on her and, having had some other females about as hairy as Anya, knew just how to part her hair to expose the fruit of her vulva. I don't know if it was the hair or her European heritage, but her vagina was extremely fragrant. Not foul in any way, but as soon as her legs spread and I parted her labia minora her whole room was enveloped in a sea of musk that most guys might find overpowering, but I found very erotic. If I ever doubted the existence of pheremones, Anya proved them a scientific fact. At this point she commented, "Most American guys aren't used to my hair, but you seem to know what you're doing." As the 'Brazilian' was at its peak stateside I replied, "Well, most American women could learn something about what to do - or what not to do - with their pubic hair from their European counterparts. This is a beautiful vagina."
Fortunately, Anya, was completely self-assured and uninhibited so the lights stayed on the whole time. We started fucking - yes, without a condom. In short order she got on top of me and started riding me. Her pussy was wet to say the least - my shaft was flecked with chalk white curds of her pussy cream. I was rock hard and as long as I could get. She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her deep red labia there too, but the hair was so long, it went past her lips and hung onto my dick. It was such an erotic sight I had to shut my eyes because I started to feel that familiar churning in my balls. She noticed this right away and said, "Why are you closing your eyes all of a sudden?" I said, "Your hair and lips on my penis -- too hot." Unsure if her English would be nuanced enough for her to understand the colloquialism "come," I took the scientific approach and said something like, "I don't want to let out my sperm too soon."
"Why not," Anya queried.
"I want to make sure you have an orgasm first," I answered.
To this she laughed and said, "You are a lot different than practically every American bloke I've ever been with," then she bounced off of me and started vigorously jerking me off against her bush. She said, "I already had an orgasm from when you licked me down there. BEsides, I want to see you let out your sperm so don't hold back." As if I could hold back at this point, 5 seconds later I'm moaning, "Oh Anya, here comes my sperm." I start blasting her midsection, under breasts and big, black triangle of bush. As soon as any lands in her pubes she's rubbing it in like a champ to make sure none drips into that beautiful, red cavern. All the while she's giggling and saying "Yayy," in the most adorable Swiss accent.
to bad i was only a kid back then
