Raped by Big sister and her Hairy friend

Growing up in Rural Punjab is not exactly the normal childhood. One is excluded from many of the pleasures of city life. The shopping is limited, you end up seeing the hit movies about a year after everyone else has gotten bored of them and none of the adults seem to care what you do with yourself, so long as you keep busy and out of trouble.

My childhood in this environment was particularly strange - I lived with my two sisters and my single mother (My father died in a traffic accident when I was three years old). Being the only boy in the household, I was constantly subjected and drawn into girly games like house or playing with Barbie’s. Not that I minded - After all, even these could provide some entertainment.

My mother was the head of a small technology company based in Toronto. Resultingly, she often left on business trips leaving us kids at home for several days at a time with a babysitter. When my oldest sister, Tanvi, turned 14 (I was 11 years old, and Chutki was 9 at the time) the babysitter was deemed to be no longer necessary as our mother felt that Tanvi was responsible enough to make sure everything was alright.

One Friday night, Chutki and I found ourselves at a loose end. Our mother was off until Monday on another business trip, leaving us at home to keep ourselves amused. It was January and the chill winds and blowing snow made any outdoor activity quite unpleasant. Tanvi had invited her friend best friend Lakshmi over. With Lakshmi and Tanvi occupied chatting in my sister's room this left only Chutki and I sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the TV. Chutki was obviously growing bored. She would fidget every few minutes, toying with her hair, changing her sitting position on the couch or just annoyingly poking me for her own amusement.

After a while I sighed, shutting off the TV and glancing over at Chutki. She smiled innocently, her hand half-extended, about to prod me in the side again. She was getting really annoying, and I decided that I should probably keep her occupied until her bedtime, or else she would drive me mad.

"Chutki" I said, pushing her hand away from me irritably. "Want to play a game before bed?"

She giggled and nodded eagerly, then asked, "House?"

I groaned. House. I hated house. Usually it involved almost no action, sitting around in a make-believe kitchen cooking, watching Chutki pretend to cry. Still, I suppose it was a better option than boredly sitting there getting repeatedly poked by my little sister.

I reluctantly agreed to play. Chutki immediately scampered off to Tanvi's room, and after a bit of whining and crying, managed to persuade Tanvi and Lakshmi to join in. Chutki always got her way. Mom seemed to favor her, and if Chutki complained when mom came home it was always hell for Tanvi and I.

We all walked into Chutki's room - it was our usual play place for house. There were the necessary plastic dishes for the kitchen, as well as a bed and a fake plastic oven.

Chutki was quick to dish out roles for us, eager to start the game. Tanvi was the mother, Lakshmi the father (Naturally, the oldest two among us got the parental roles), I was the older brother, and Chutki my little sister. Lakshmi, not familiar with the fact that Chutki always got her way, complained that there should be two daughters as boys were 'icky'. Chutki didn't really seem to care - surprisingly - but I was reluctant to play the role of a girl. Not that it made a difference; it was just a stupid game anyway. I started to argue that I should be the dad then, and Lakshmi the mother, but found myself quickly silenced by Chutki's annoying whining - who just wanted to start. I sighed softly to myself, accepting my role as a girl, and we started into the game.

As usual, it was boring. The mom and dad would stand around the kitchen cooking; we kids would sit on the floor playing with toys, Chutki occasionally whining for attention from her 'parents'. Both I, Tanvi and Lakshmi were unenthusiastic, and I think the only thing that kept me from standing up and walking out were the occasional smiles that Lakshmi would cast me. I had a crush on her.

As it neared 8:00 - Chutki's bedtime - there came an argument. I was supposed to be their daughter, yet my clothes were clearly male. Baggy jeans and a white tee-shirt, Lakshmi, a bit of a tomboy was clad nearly the same as me only her jeans were a bit tighter. Her clothing passed as either male or female I suppose. But she has started growing light mustache on her face and her legs were full of hairs. She was hairier than all of us. Naturally she looks masculine in all of us.  Chutki, being her impatient self, whined. She didn't suggest any solution - probably not having one - just hoping that somehow making herself sound irritated would help the problem. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I all glanced back and forth from one another hopelessly, as if each was expecting the other two to come up with a solution to the irritating whines.

Lakshmi was acting as a man of the house took the lead and speak, "Mannu, " she said, facing me, "why don't you go put on some of Chutki's clothes? She's about your size."

Needless to say, I blushed bright red. To play the role of a girl was one thing, but to dress up as one quite another. I opened my mouth starting to object, but was quickly silenced by a hard look from Tanvi as Chutki's crying grew louder again. I ambled slowly over to Chutki's walk-in closet and stepped in, shutting the door behind me. I slipped off my clothes quickly, piling them on the floor, then glanced around and found a pair of little pink panties. I looked down at them scowling. It should have been easy - all that I had to do wasstep into them - but to actually think about doing it brought the blush back to my face.

I stood there unmoving for several minutes, just holding the panties. By the noise outside, it sounded as if the game had resumed. A knock on the door disturbed the silence, "How's it coming Mannu?" came Lakshmi's voice through the door.

"Uhm, I can't figure out how to get this stuff on." I said, "I guess I'll have to just stay in my regular clothes...". I put the panties back down, picking up my navy blue boxers.

"Oh nonsense, here I'll help you." Came Lakshmi's voice.

The door swung open, and Lakshmi, not even taking a second glance at my naked body, stepped in, closing the door behind her. I turned my head over my shoulder, staring at her with a bright pink blush on my face, but she seemed to take no notice.

Lakshmi picked up the panties that I had just dropped moments ago, and leaned down, holding them by my feet. "Ok, just step in hun, like you would for your boxers."

I quickly did as she asked; wanting to hide my nudity and Lakshmi pulled the panties slowly up my legs to cover my crotch. They were pretty tight on me and the silky fabric squeezed in gently around my cock, creating a slight bulge at the front. Lakshmi tugged them up another little bit, creating even more pressure against my cock and I let out a low groan, blushing.

"See, they're not that bad, are they sweetie, you already have no hair on your legs?" Lakshmi giggled, then smiled, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, feeling her mustache hairs on my cheeks once again drawing a pink blush to my face - A blush that brightened substantially as her hands began to smooth out the panties across my skin, brushing against my rear, then against my cock. Her hands were warm and with the stimulation of the smooth fabric against my cock, I felt myself growing hard. I let out a soft gasp. Lakshmi simply looked at my growing bulge beneath the panties and giggled.

"Enjoying this now, aren't you sweetie?"

She went back to Chutki's drawers, finding a little black skirt, a pink bra that matched the panties and a tight-fitting red tee-shirt. First she had me step into the skirt, pulling it up my legs and buttoning it up, concealing the panties and the bulge beneath. Next she held the bra to my chest, and buckled it around. She looked at it for a moment, and then grabbed a pair of socks, stuffing one sock under each cup to make it appear as if I had breasts. Finally she asked me to lift my arms and she slipped the tight red shirt down over my head, hiding the fact that there were real breasts, and completing my outfit.

Lakshmi smiled at me and say: “you don’t have even started growing hair in your armpit” you should see mine, it has forest of hair”-she giggled again and wordlessly taking my hand, the opened the door, leading me back out to Chutki's bedroom. Upon seeing me, Chutki looked delighted, seeing that her demands for the game had - as usual - been met. Tanvi simply smiled, perhaps holding back a laugh as she looked upon her little brother in her little sister's clothing. I blushed again, but then looked down at Lakshmi's hand strongly holding mine and felt reassured - and hard, I noted, as the panties seemed to be growing more tight on me by the moment.

The game flowed smoothely from then on, and we played for another ten minutes before it was Chutki's bedtime. Tanvi, Lakshmi and I waited as Chutki got changed into her pajamas. The whole time, Tanvi and Lakshmi were talking excitedly between themselves in whispers, occasionally glancing at me and giggling. Finally, Chutki slid under the covers and a walked towards her closet, intending to get back into my clothes. Tanvi walked out of the room at a quick whisper from Lakshmi, leaving only Lakshmi, Chutki and myself.

As I reached the closet, Lakshmi put grabbed lightly ahold of my wrist, stopping me. She smiled, and casting a quick glance to Chutki to make sure she had closed her eyes, Lakshmi's hand darted beneath the skirt, lightly squeezing my cock through my panties. I groaned, blushing and looking back at Lakshmi.

She leaned her head in close to my ear and whispered quietly to me, "Meet me in Tanvi's room at midnight. Keep the clothes on."

Her hand brushed softly off of my breasts, and she stepped away, walking out of Chutki's room. I stood stunned for a moment, opened the closet to collect my clothing I had taken off earlier, and then raced back to my room, my heart pounding.

I locked my door behind me, and lay down on my bed panting. She had touched me. Not even accidentally. She had even invited me to the room where she would be sleeping tonight. My mind reeled with possibilities and my hand slid down beneath the panties, stroking myself as I thought.

I imagined Lakshmi on top of me, holding me down on the bed as she rode my cock. She was breathing hard, looking down at me with eyes filled with lust. Beads of sweat formed on her mustache, she moaned and trembled as an orgasm rippled through her, then collapsed down on top of me, breathing hard.

The illusion broke as I felt my own orgasm commence. I spurted a couple drops of cum onto the red tee-shirt (I had only started producing cum in the past month), but my cock pulsed many times as the orgasm shook me. I found myself lying down, panting as the effects of my orgasm receded, and shut my eyes, continuing to think about Lakshmi.

The loud ringing of my alarm clock woke me ten minutes before midnight. I shut it off after fumbling around in the dark for a moment trying to find the switch. I had set the alarm for some reason then drifted off to sleep.

I yawned and sat up slowly. As soon as I saw the clothes I was wearing, I recalled why I had set my alarm. I grew instantly hard beneath the tight pink panties as I thought of Lakshmi. I had to get ready - In ten minutes I knew I had to be in there and prepared for her.

I walked to the bathroom and gave my face a quick wash. I then brushed my teeth, and still having a few minutes to spare I decided to shave 'down there'. I had heard that she liked boys better shaved and herself to keep hairs and I intended to make this perfect - both for myself and Lakshmi.

Grabbing my mother's razor and shaving cream, I quickly pulled down the skirt and panties and sprayed the cool cream across my balls and around my cock. There was very little hair to begin with down there and the shave was almost unnecessary, but I did it anyway. I then wiped away the remaining cream with a wet towel, dried myself off, ran my hands over the smooth skin and pulled the panties and skirt back up. I was ready.

I walked out of the bathroom, over to my sister's room. I hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on her door.

My sister's room? I had only imagined Lakshmi and myself lying in bed alone, locked in a passionate embrace. I had imagined my lips touching hers, my smooth cock embedded in her hairy big pussy. It had only just dawned on me that my sister would be in there with her and with this realization my entire fantasy died. Surely Lakshmi didn't plan on making love to me with my sister sitting there watching us! It had to simply be some sort of plan to humiliate and make fun of me, laugh at me in my little sister's clothing.

I turned and began to walk back to my room, dismayed.

I heard the door creak open and Lakshmi's soft voice, "Where ya goin' cutie?". She spoke fondly and softly, not at all the mockery I had expected.

I turned to face her, reconsidering my options - perhaps she was serious about it. As soon as I saw her, I gaped in awe. She had almost no clothing on! Other than a skimpy red bra and a matching pair of panties, Lakshmi was entirely naked. Her body was very beautiful but she looks stronger than me and hairy also, with full rounded breasts like a grown woman, well curved hips and tanned skin. At her crotch I see a moist hairy patch on the panties her hair was spread to her thighs and going till her muscular legs. I was frightened by seeing her well-built hairy body. She could rape me easily. Removing my fear by my lust, then I looked back to her breasts I noted that her nipples could be seen through the bra, poking out noticeably - She was obviously as aroused as I was.

Without saying another word, Lakshmi turned and walked back into my sister's room, her plump ass swaying forth tantilizingly. I followed her in, my eyes glued to her hairy legs the whole way. I felt my cock twitching under the panties, still straining against the fabric needing release. I smiled, knowing my craving would soon be satisfied.

As I looked up, I noticed Tanvi for the first time, sitting on the edge of her bed. Like Lakshmi, she was clad only in a bra and panties. Hers were white and looked to be made of silk - a material which couldn't have suited her better. Above the panties she had on a strap-on. This surprised me, and my mind reeled - was Tanvi a lesbian? She was blushing as I stared at it. It was about seven inches long - well over the length of my little undeveloped cock of 4”. It was made of some sort of smooth rubber, and my sister's hand worked slowly up and down the shaft, spreading lube over it.

My eyes were fixed on Tanvi with interest, but snapped quickly back to Lakshmi as I felt her hand rubbing up against the crotch of my panties again. She led me over to the bed, had me lie down, and then started to grind her hand against my little cock through the panties. I quickly grew hard beneath them, squirming in a slight discomfort as the tight fabric had its usual effect of holding my cock in, preventing me from getting a proper erection.

I could feel Tanvi's eyes on me, and heard her giggling softly as she watched. I was breathing a bit harder than usual, thrusting back eagerly against Lakshmi's hand as it teased my cock. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feeling. Lakshmi's hand slowly rode up beneath my skirt to the top of the panties then slipped underneath. Her fingers gently squeezed in around my cock and started to stroke up and down the length of my shaft. My breathing continued to hasten as I trusted up into her hand.

I felt Lakshmi's other hand pushing beneath me as she masturbated me, pulling down the backside of the panties exposing my little plump butt. A single finger slowly traced down between my cheeks, rubbing against my rear entrance. I found this rather stimulating and my thrusting hastened even more into her hand, my body on the verge of orgasm.

As quickly as her hand had arrived upon my cock, it departed, letting the tight panties pull back down over my cock, encasing it back in it's prison. Lakshmi momentarily removed her other hand as well, lightly licking her finger. I was left as I was, my eyes still shut, my hips gyrating against the open air as if I was still thrusting into her hand.

Her hand returned, rubbing against my little puckered rear entrance a few times more, then applying a gentle pressure until the now moistened finger began to push into me. While the finger was not unpleasant, it was strange. I enjoyed it, yet my erection started to subside slightly. I blushed as I thought about what Lakshmi was doing to me with her finger, yet I did not resist. I wanted it. It felt good.

Lakshmi grinned mischievously up at me as the finger probed into my rear deeper. The finger swirled around in slow circles within me, stretching out my little hole a bit, while pleasuring me internally. Every so often I would feel her finger brush past a very sensitive spot (Which I later learned was called the prostate) which would cause me to shudder involuntarily, nearly triggering my orgasm each time. The finger continued to slowly rotate around my interior for a few minutes, driving me mad with lust. Eventually it's rhythm changed and it began to move in and out. As she fingered my ass, I panted with each thrust her finger made into me, so near to an orgasm, constantly almost being driven over the edge.

A second finger forced it's way in. It was a bit painful, but not too bad, and the two continued their assault. I opened my eyes, looking at Lakshmi pleadingly. I needed to orgasm. She seemed to understand the look in my eyes, and her fingers both brushed against my prostate, then curled in, pressing against it hard. She began to massage it lightly in circles, her eyes locked on mine, watching.

I squirmed and bucked, my cock no longer even hard, but the pleasure overwhelming. I breathed in hard, a soft moan escaping my lips as my cock pulsed in the panties, leaking a few drops of cum. My entire body seemed to shudder helplessly as waves of pleasure overtook me, my hole contracting around the invasive fingers, only adding to my pleasure.

As I came down from the orgasm, the fingers continued to move slowly in and out of my rear, fingering my hole causing the entrance to stretch slightly. The feeling was pleasant and I spread my legs slightly, welcoming them to venture in deeper. I was motionless other than my fast but rhythmic breathing, still panting softly from the pleasure that Lakshmi had given me.

Lakshmi's fingers slowly withdrew from my hole, leaving me feeling empty but satisfied. She smiled, rubbing my limp cock through the panties. "Did my little girl like that?" she cooed, grinning at me. "Does she like having her little pussy fingered?".

I blushed. What she said was embarrassing to me to say the least. At the same time however, I enjoyed what she had done and wanted to let her know. I gave a slight nod, my face flushing pink with embarrassment.

"Good girl." she cooed again. Her hands slid slowly up my sides to my smooth armpits, and she pulled me up, and then hugged me tightly against her body. My face pressed in against her bra-covered breasts and I felt my erection quickly returning.

Lakshmi stepped to the side and Tanvi came to me and took me in her embrace for five minutes and then half-carrying me, although I'm sure I could have moved on my own. I felt another pair of hands take hold of my hips and looking back over my shoulder, I found Tanvi. My older sister was pulling my body down to sit in her lap. Seeing no harm in sitting there, I let myself be pulled down. I had long since forgotten about the strap-on which earlier Tanvi was wearing and I jolted as the smooth lubed tip suddenly pressed up against my hole. Assisted by Tanvi, Lakshmi continued to lower my body down. The head of the strap-on was large and I whimpered softly as it forced its way in.

It was painful, and my whimpering grew louder as it stretched out my hole. A few tears rolled from my eyes down my cheeks as I looked for help from Tanvi, hoping she would not let Lakshmi do this to me. Her eyes showed only lust and her mouth a slight grin as she kissed me and continued to push my body down onto the big rubber cock.

I tried to stand up, but Lakshmi's hands was quite strong on my hips and Tanvi's on my shoulders kept me moving slowly downwards, encasing the strap-on in my rear.

In all honesty, after the initial penetration, the feeling was not at all bad. It was much like having her gentle fingers in me only much larger, causing a bit more stretching at my hole. However, given the circumstance, I was panicked. I squirmed as she slowly pulled me down on her cock, wanting nothing more to stand up and run away.

At last the arduous penetration came to a halt. I felt my legs against those of Lakshmi’s hairier one. It was looking like that I am really sitting on a man’s lap. I felt the massive rubber cock embedded fully in my rear. Lakshmi's hands reached around me in a tight embrace, making me lean back against her. I still continued to squirm slightly, much Tanvi's delight, who was giggling at my obvious discomfort.

Now Lakshmi seemed a bit more sympathetic, turning my face towards her, she kissed me on the lips, her fingers running down my neck, beneath the shirt to one of my nipples and giving it a squeeze. She smiled. "Mannu. Be a good little girl and sit still for me, okay?"

I hesitated.

"For me?" She said, clasping my hand in hers and looking up into my eyes.

The pleading look on Lakshmi's face at that moment was all I needed for persuasion. She really wanted me to behave, I knew. I really wanted her to be mine. I would have obeyed anything.

I nodded, trying to get over the discomfort, letting myself relax in her lap, leaning back against her with a sigh. She, sensing that I was a bit more at ease, took hold of my hips once more. She slowly began to rock her own hips, lifting my full weight with her muscular thighs, thrusting the strap-on deep into my rear. I panted softly, staring at Lakshmi still, who smiled back as she watched.

"Good girl." Lakshmi cooed again, squeezing my nipples by both of her hands.

With each thrust, she pushed the strap-on deeper into my rear. After getting over the initial shock of having it used on me, the strap-on was becoming very pleasant, it's sides constantly giving a soothing, pleasurable massage to the inside of my rear. She would also give occasional slaps to my butt cheeks, causing me to make sudden startled movements, while both girls giggled at me.

As lakshmi filled my butt with the lovely strap-on, My sister pulled down the front side of my panties. While normally I would have been rock-hard from the very thought of this, the penetration of my rear as well as my recent orgasm, made that impossible. Tanvi was instead presented - much to my dismay - with my little limp cock. She didn't seem to mind at all, as she grasped it in her hand, and slowly began to jerk me off.

The double stimulation was intense. The strap-on sped up quickly under the command of Lakshmi and my sister was just as eager with stroking my cock. My breathing grew steadily faster and louder, interrupted by intermittent moans as the strap-on made an extra-deep thrust, or aimed just right so that it would brush against my prostate.

As I neared my orgasm, my cock began to pulsate in Tanvi's hand. She made a gesture to Lakshmi, who immediately stopped thrusting. Tanvi's hand also stopped, leaving me a few seconds short. I wiggled my butt, trying to bounce it upon the strap-on, but lakshmi held me down, not letting me finish it.

I heard Lakshmi say from behind me softly, "Aww, does my little girl need to cum?".

I nodded, blushing again as I continued to squirm, managing to get the strap-on pushed up against my prostate, but not really able to derive much pleasure from it without being able to make it move in and out.

Lakshmi smiled, "Do you need to cum sweetie?" she repeated, using the same light teasing voice that Tanvi had used.

I blushed and nodded.

"Aww, isn't she adorable." Lakshmi said again, watching me squirm.

Both girls grinned. "Mannu, " Lakshmi started, "tell us what you want sweetie."

"I want to cum." I groaned out, blushing red. What were they, stupid? Of course I wanted to cum!

"Oh, that's nice." Said my sister dully.

I sat, squirming, unsure of what they wanted to hear. Both girls were giggling at me in my helpless state, only adding to my embarrassment, Lakshmi giving an occasional thrust into my ass just to keep me well-stimulated and near the orgasm but she now forcefully squeezing my bra covered chest like a breast.

"I need to cum!" I whimpered, trying hard to move up and down on the cock, although Lakshmi's powerful hands still prohibited my movement.

"Aww. Our little girl needs to cum." Said Lakshmi again in that teasing voice that was driving me mad. "But what does our little girl want?"

"I want to cum!" I repeated, feeling as if I was going to die either from embarrassment or from being kept on the edge of my orgasm so long.

"Mannu, " Said Tanvi, in a sightly less mocking voice, "What do you want Lakshmi to do?"

It dawned on me. Why they wanted me to say it, I don't know. Perhaps just to embarrass me more. It made no difference. I wanted to cum, and I would. "I want Lakshmi to fuck my ass." I said, my face flushing pink.

Tanvi nodded, she took hold of my cock in one hand, cupping the other hand just below its tip. I felt the strap-on quickly begin to move beneath me. Lakshmi almost lift me now in her lap and worked quickly, thrusting almost half of the length of the strap-on in and out of me each time. It took only moments for me to shudder, collapsing limply back against her full breasts as another orgasm washed over me. My cock spurted a tiny bit of cum again, which landed in Tanvi's hand. The thrusting stopped quickly soon thereafter, leaving me panting breathlessly with my eyes still shut, resting my head against my Lakshmi’s breasts.

Tanvi smiled, she lifted her cum-covered fingers to my mouth. "Open up sweetie." she cooed.

I did as she asked. Her fingers quickly found their way into my mouth. "Good girl. Now suck and swallow it all up."

Once again I obliged, tasting a salty liquid, not caring too much about what it was. Tanvi removed her fingers from my mouth, and I opened my eyes. "Good girl." she said again. Lakshmi kissed me forcefully on the lips  with her mustached lips, and then lifting me slowly from her lap, the strap-on pulling out of me with a soft 'pop'.

The two girls left the room, giggling, leaving me on my sister's bed, still panting softly from my orgasm. I shut my eyes, and within a few minutes, sleep overtook me.

Being a girl certainly was exhausting.

Hairy indian rani kaur

I met Rani Kaur at a disco in Gurgaon’s meat-packing district. It was a hot sultry August night, a Friday night. I paid the cover, got the back of my hand stamped--silly ritual--and circled around the dance floor to the bar. Strobe lights flashed on the dancers. You saw them kaleidoscopically, in colored fragments. Rani Kaur was sitting at the bar nursing a vodka tonic. I was drawn to her at once. Even before I ever laid eyes on her I felt her presence. Hairy women seem to give off certain electricity that makes me alert.

Rani Kaur had shoulder-length, straight brown hair, worn loose. Her eyebrows were bushy, wild, and connected in the middle with a thick dark fringe of hair. She had a very feminine-looking mustache, a woman's mustache: her upper lip was entirely fringed with dark straight hairs. The dark down that lined her jaw from her ears almost to her chin was long enough to tug. She sipped her drink. A droplet clung enticingly to one of her mustache hairs. Her tongue flicked up and licked it off with the darting quickness of a snake.

I introduced myself. Rani Kaur reciprocated. "What are you drinking?" I asked. I ordered another vodka tonic for her and a glass of the house white for me. Normally a vodka rock is my drink. But I thought I might get lucky with Rani Kaur. I didn't want to get too drunk to take advantage of whatever opportunities presented them.

She was wearing a short-sleeved black knit top, a black pleated skirt, black pantyhose, and black half-heeled pumps. That her arms were exceptionally hairy was impossible for anyone to ignore. Dark tufts sprouted from her knuckles. Dark flecks of hair covered the backs of her hands. At her slender wrists, the hair suddenly grew longer, thicker, curlier, and as it spread up her forearms its lushness only increased, giving her a flagrantly feral quality. Her upper forearm hair was at least three or four inches long, and it was smoothed straight, perhaps an attempt to give it a lower profile. Even so, it formed a dark dense carpet with a feel factor that promised to be off the charts.

We chatted about this and that, I bought her another drink, and then I just came right out and said it: "I love how hairy your arms are."

"Really?" she asked. She couldn't believe it. "Most people think it's gross."

"I think it's beautiful," I said. I took her hand in mine and began to stroke the hair on her arm. It actually tickled my palm. I raked my fingers through the thickest parts of it, and it spiked out tantalizingly.

Rani Kaur smiled. "You know, I'm hairy all over."

"Really?" I said.

She nodded. "I don't shave. You should see my armpits. They're hairier than a man's."

"Is that an invitation?" I asked.

She smiled coyly.

"What about your legs?" I asked.

"My legs, too."

"Tell me how hairy they are."

"The hair is really long and thick. I love to run my fingers through it."

My swollen cock was straining against my pants. I made no attempt to conceal it.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked.

I followed her out onto the dance floor. It was packed. The strobe was flashing. The great thing about strobe lights is that since people can only see you in glimpses, you can dance unself-consciously in public. She wasn't a great dancer. Neither was I. We just did our own thing. I had my hands on her hips. Her hands were on my shoulders. We were just standing in place swaying to the music, which was ear-splittingly loud. I pulled her to me, thrust my crotch up against hers, and ran my hands up and down her hairy arms. This was hair you could really feel. I mussed it up and smoothed it out. I tugged it gently.

"I feel like you're fucking my hairy arms," Rani Kaur shouted to be heard above the music. I planted my lips on hers. Her mouth opened to receive my tongue. I could feel her mustache hairs tickling my smooth-shaven upper lip. My fingertips grazed the thick down on her cheeks as she sucked my tongue. I raked my fingers through her eyebrows. Her long hairs sprouted up wildly, like those of an ancient Greek wood nymph.

"Let's go out of here," I said.

She balked. "I'm meeting someone here," she said. "My boyfriend."

"Is it serious?"

"We've been going out for a long time." She excused herself to go to the ladies room. I returned to the bar. A moment later, she reappeared. "The toilet in the ladies' room is gross. The lock on the men's room is broken. Can you come back with me and stand guard while I pee?"

Who says chivalry isn't dead? Rani Kaur and I wended our way through the dancers to the dark narrow corridor where the bathrooms were. Not only was the lock on the men's room broken, but the door didn't close all the way. You could see in. "I've really gotta go!" Rani Kaur exclaimed. I couldn't get the door closed from the outside. I entered the men's room with her, grasped the doorknob, and yanked it closed. When I let go it popped back open. I yanked it closed again.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked.

"This toilet is filthy. Oh God, I'm going to pee in my pants."

"Take off your pantyhose and your panties and just squat over the toilet without touching it," I suggested helpfully.

She looked at me. "You'll see me naked!" As I grinned, she kicked off her pumps and stripped off her pantyhose. Her legs were entirely covered with long coarse curly hairs. The hair sprouted from her toes, and flourished at her ankles in curly profusion. It spread up the swell of her calf, swirled around her knees, and lined her thighs in one-to-two-inch curls. Down came the panties. She promptly covered her cunt with her skirt so I only got a momentary glimpse of a dark brown triangle overspilling the natural creases of her crotch, but it was enough to tell that this woman had serious hair between her legs.

She squatted over the toilet, holding up her skirt with one hand. I relaxed my grip on the doorknob. The door stayed in place, freeing my hand. I began to strip off my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Rani Kaur gasped.

"I have to fuck you," I said straight out. Then she started to pee. She squatted even lower and lifted her skirt even higher as the first golden gush streamed into the filthy toilet, and I could better see how thickly haired her crotch was. I thrust my hand between her legs. I could feel the forceful jet of her piss against my hand. Her bush was so thick that grabbing a handful of hair was too tempting to pass up. Rani Kaur's clit was quite long, nearly an inch I guessed, and quite erect. I held it gently between my thumb and forefinger and jerked her off.

"Oh fuck," she hissed.

I pulled her top up over her head. Thick tufts of hair filled her armpits. They had an incredible musky smell. I buried my face in each of them, licking and swirling the hair around with my tongue. I knew her tits were small even before I unhooked her bra, but they were beautiful, tipped with inch-long nipples, each surrounded by long corkscrewing hairs. But her entire breasts were hairy, and her chest between them contained a dense forest that I caressed hungrily. I sucked her hairy nipples hard as she arched her back to give me better access. I raked her thick curly treasure trail with my fingers.

"Take off your skirt," I requested.

Somebody rapped on the door. It held.

"We're busy!" I shouted. "Come back in ten minutes."

"Oh, man, I gotta go."

"Ten minutes!"

I unzipped Rani Kaur's skirt and yanked it down. Entirely naked, she was a hairy wonder to behold. With her wild bushy eyebrow, her ticklish mustache, her hairy face, her incredibly hairy arms, those lush thickets of hair in her armpits. her hairy tits and chest with her long nipples engulfed in hair, her profusely hairy crotch, and her curly-haired legs, I had no choice but to push her up against the porcelain-tiled wall, grab her hairy ass cheeks with my hands, and thrust my throbbing cock into her to the hilt. I could feel her thick pubic hair against mine as I pumped her with piston-like thrusts. Her cunt hair was still wet from her pee, but I didn't care. It made fucking her dirtier. I spread her ass cheeks wide, felt the long thick curly hair sprouting in her ass crack, and then plunged a finger into her asshole. "Oh God!" she gasped and began humping back even more lewdly.

I turned her around. "Stick your ass out," I ordered. She did as she was told. "Your ass is incredibly hairy," I observed. "Spread your cheeks so I can see just how hairy you are down there." Again, she obeyed. Her puckered pit was fringed by thick dark hairs that spread across her ass cheeks. The hair in her ass crack grew in a curly clump between her ass cheeks above her asshole. I tugged at those hairs: I find them hot.

I pushed my cock into her hairy shitter. There was some resistance at first, but then the swollen head of my cock penetrated her anus. After that, I slid right in, feeling the hair in her ass crack against my shaft as I slowly burrowed deeper and deeper until my balls were brushing her hairy cunt from above. Her hairy arms were folded against the bathroom wall. I ran my fingers through her thick forearm hair while thrusting into her hairy asshole. I felt her bushy armpits. I squeezed her hairy tits. Then I reached down between her legs, feeling my way through the dense thicket covering her crotch until I found that amazingly long clit. It grew as hard as a little cock between my fingers. I jerked her off while I fucked her in the ass ever-quickening thrusts. "Oh God," she moaned. "I'm cumming."

At that moment, my cock twitched violently in her asshole as I filled her with my milky load.

We kissed, our tongues intertwining.

"I've got to get out of here," she said.

She hurriedly dressed. I did, too. And just in time: the guy who had wanted to pee before was back. He gave us an odd look as we emerged from the men's room together. Then he shrugged and disappeared inside.

"Wait here. Let me go out alone," Rani Kaur said.

I lingered in the shadows of the corridor, watching her as she entered the throng. A good-looking guy came up to her. He was upset, yelling something, arms flailing. Rani Kaur stabbed her finger in my direction. He glanced where she pointed. He seemed mollified. He put his arm around her and kissed her neck. He looked at her. His fingers touched her neck. He rubbed his fingertips together. She was dewy from the fucking I had given her. Perhaps he smelled her fuck smell, or her pee. His nostrils seemed to flair. Then she took his hand and drew him into the crowd.

My hairy girlfriend- Simran

Now, as with any other attractive girl I have ever met, I had spent some time imagining what Simran might look like naked. I had pictured her nipples being big and brown, but I saw they were actually pink. But what surprised me more than that, in that brief moment, was seeing that her nipple was surrounded by strands of black hair.

 To be honest, I can’t really pinpoint where my fetish for hairy women began. As a kid, I can remember looking at old photos of Punjabi woman in salwar suit, and thinking they looked slightly strange with the thick patches of hair in their armpits and hairy legs, and when I did see the occasional woman with hairy upper lips and hairy arms in village fields and market, I thought it unusual rather than exciting. I can remember visiting a young cousin of mine called Rupinder in Patiyala, a girl I had a bit of a crush on, and my surprise when she raised one arm over her head and displayed a patch of fuzzy, dark black hair in her armpit.It was a shame for me that time as she had more hair than me in her underarms.


But all that began to gradually change. A major influence was my Aunty Harinder Kaur, my mother’s younger sister. Harinder Aunty was a bit of a hippy who we only ever saw infrequently, but when she did visit, usually to stay for a few weeks, she always brought me great presents and took me out to interesting places with her. I thought she was wonderful, and I couldn’t help but notice thick growth of spiky black  hair under her big nose like man . I was just starting to get into girls in earnest, and found myself seeking out photos of hirsute women, and keeping an eye out in the street for glimpses of hairy women mustache. I would lock these images away in my memory, and masturbate to them later on.

I can remember discussing the matter of female body hair with my first girlfriend, saying I didn’t see why most women felt it was so essential to shave. My girlfriend, a tall Punjabi who had up till now religiously shaved her face and legs, didn’t seem terribly convinced by my arguments. Sometimes during winter she would stop shaving her face for a while, but every time the hair got long enough to look attractive she’d go and shave again, to my great frustration. My girlfriend after that was a Bengali with very sparse hair on her body, so it was a bit of a moot point whether she shaved or not.

All of which brings me to my brief but rewarding relationship with a girl I worked with called Simran. She was a Kashmir girl, the same age as me, with an attractive face, brown eyes, olive skin, curly black shoulder-length hair and very big breasts. When I met her, on the day she started, she was wearing a short sleeved blouse and jeans.

I could see from the dark hair on her forearms, and the hint of down on her upper lip, that she was a naturally very hairy girl. When she wore a skirt the following day, I was pleased to see that, indeed, she didn’t shave her legs. Then, a few days after that, I got in to work and saw that she was wearing a sleeveless top. I went over to her desk to talk to her. As we talked her phone rang, and when she reached over to pick it up, I was thrilled to see a thick patch of black hair in her armpit

Simran and I got on well. We shared a sense of humor, as well as liking a lot of the same books, movies, etc, so we always had something to talk about. I knew that, like me, she was in a relationship though, and didn’t hold up much hope of us ever getting together. Then I started to hear some stories about her which suggested that she was a bit wilder than she seemed on first impressions. She loved to go out dancing, I heard, and one night one of my fellow workers saw her in a nightclub getting intimate with a girl, so that a rumor went around the office that she was a lesbian. That made her even more interesting to me.I thought she would always take a masculine role in the relationship.

One day, I was making a cup of coffee in the kitchen at work when Simran came in. There was a small fridge in there and Simran knelt down on the floor next to me to put something in it. She was wearing a brown cotton top with a low, round neck, and when I looked down at her a thrill went through me like an electric shock. The blouse had fallen forward and, as she wasn’t wearing a bra, for a few delicious seconds I had a clear view of her right breast and nipple.
I had read about women with hairy nipples before, but it was the first time I had seen this in real life. As Simran stood up and began to chat to  me, I’m afraid I was a little tongue-tied.

I went off and tried to do some work, but I couldn’t keep my mind on it. Eventually I had to go into the toilet and masturbate, thinking about what I had seen. Despite all my fantasizing about hairy women, hairy nipples were not something I had considered sexy before. It must feel weird to suck on them, I thought. And yet, the more I considered it, the more I appealing the prospect became.

It was a radio contest that eventually got us together. She won a couple of tickets to a film that we had both talked about wanting to see, and she invited me to see it with her.

We enjoyed the film and went to a pub afterwards to talk about it. We had a few drinks and she told me about her family and her boyfriend, an older guy who she was having problems with. She hadn’t seen him for a week, she said. I told her that my girlfriend was away for the week, visiting her parents in the Village. She nodded. If that gave her any ideas her face didn’t show it.

At closing time left the pub. We were standing on the street outside, waiting for taxis to take us our separate ways when, without thinking about what I was doing, I put my arms around her and kissed her. She immediately kissed me back. For perhaps ten blissful minutes we stood kissing passionately as cars drove past us. I ran my hands over her back, then cupped one of her round huge breasts in my hand, and rubbed my thumb against her nipple which felt hard through the material of her T-shirt.

Coming to my senses I hailed a cab and we both got in. "Where are we going?" I asked her.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" she asked.

That sounded fine to me.

We continued to kiss in the back of the cab on the trip there, which took about 15 minutes. Simran lived by herself in a block of flats by a beach. We walked up a couple of flights of stairs, grabbing at each other and laughing drunkenly. When we got to her door she started to search her handbag for her key. I couldn’t control myself any longer and, pushing her back against the door, pulled her T-shirt up and kissed her big, beautiful breasts, my lips brushing against the hairs around her nipples. I felt her hand fumbling at my belt, undoing it, and then she managed to unzip my pants and thrust a hand into my underpants and felt my cock.
Suddenly we heard someone coming up the stairs. Simran, laughing, managed to find her key and opened the door and we literally fell into her flat. She was wearing jeans and I managed to unzip them and pull them down to her ankles. It was only now that I realized just how hairy she was. The insides of her thighs were covered with dark, thick hair which extended perhaps six inches beyond her crotch, while above the waistband of the red cotton panties she was wearing, a trail of black curls led to her bellybutton. The rest of her legs were hairy as well,more hairy than me, although when I ran a hand up them I found that the hairs, while dark, were quite fine to the touch.

Taking hold of the waistband of her panties above her hips, I pulled then down – she lifted her butt off the floor to help me – and tossed them away. Simran immediately spread her legs wide, and I caught a glimpse of plump, dark pink folds of flesh in the midst of her massive bush.

 Simran, obviously not in need of any foreplay, cried out "Fuck me, Fuck me!" in a voice I felt sure the neighbours would hear – but what did I care about that? On automatic pilot now I stood up, pulled my shoes off, and got my trousers and underpants off. Kneeling down I took my cock in my hand, gazing at Simran’s hairy cunt, and a few strokes were enough to get me completely hard. Falling on top of her, I pressed the head of my dick into her cunt meat, and found that she was wet, and slipped easily in.

I began to fuck her. "God, that’s it – harder!" she said, and I began to really pound her, as hard as I could. She had her eyes closed and she kept making a lot of noise until she came with a scream, and I let myself cum too.

We collapsed together on the couch and got our breath back. "Well, that was fucking nice," she said. She still had her T-shirt on and I lifted it up and gazed at her beautiful hairy breasts with the long nipples. I put my mouth to one of her nipples and began to gently suck on it as she stroked the back of my head.

As I continued to enjoy her tits she reached down and took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. When I was hard again she slipped off the couch onto the floor and started sucking me with a passion. When I told her I was about to cum she nodded vigorously without taking my dick out of her mouth. I ejaculated onto her tongue and she sat back against the couch, licking her hairy lips and swallowing it all. She would later confess to me that she loved the taste of sperm, and as long as I was seeing her I was never in want of a blowjob.

Later, I lay in bed with her, nuzzling my face into her hairy armpit, my tongue licking at the damp hair, tasting her salty sweat.

"God, Simran, I love your body," I said.

"You don’t think I’m too hairy?"

"No, I like it," I said.

"’Cause a lot guys are put off by it, I know."

"No, I think it’s sexy. I – I don’t understand why women shave in the first place. I don’t think it’s natural."

"I used to shave, when I was younger. I used to be so embarrassed about it. And I’d get my legs waxed and round my fanny and my face with my father's razor, oh, it was hell. And the stubble, I’d itch like crazy. And then I thought, fuck it, this is the way I am and if guys don’t like it that’s their problem."

"Well, good for you," I said. I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep, my face still nestled in her armpit.

I woke up just after dawn. Simran was lying on her belly next to me, fast asleep.

I sat up. The sheet was draped over her buttocks, and I gently pulled it aside. I had a chance to examine her body really closely for the first time. Parting the big black bush of her pubes with my fingertips, I gazed at the thick amber folds of her cunt and, pressing my face to it, took in its strong, humid smell. The hair continued up between her buttocks, and framed her crinkled, reddish brown arsehole, which I sniffed as well and then began to lick, pushing the tip of my tongue into the soft opening.

I felt Simran stir. "Mmm," she said sleepily, "what are you doing?"

I paused. "I’m licking your bum," I said.

"Well, keep doing it. It feels nice."

After a few minutes of indulging myself like this, my chin growing slimy with the juice that was starting to flow from her vagina, I sat up on the bed. I’d had a bit of a hard-on when I woke up but now my dick was really throbbing. I straddled Simran, sitting on my haunches, my cock resting on one round arse cheek.

Placing my hands on her buttocks, parting them, I lifted myself up slightly and planted the head of my dick against her moist slit, which looked startlingly red compared to the surrounding fringe of black hair. I’m not so hairy myself, our pubic hair mingling, made a nice picture of a masculine woman and feminine man.

I began to pump my prick into her, my hands squeezing her round, firm buttocks, my thumbs pressing in towards her anus, stroking the black hairs around it. Simran grabbed hold of the iron bedhead, the muscles of her back and shoulders straining, crying out "Oh, God, you are very girly for me and i am feeling so masculine in front of you, i should fuck you rather, Fuck you." I held onto the bedhead too to give me greater leverage, sweat running down my sides, my belly slapping loudly against her buttocks until we both came in a perfectly timed orgasm.

"Fuck," I said, collapsing on bed beneath of her.

It was a Friday morning and both of us were supposed to be working that day but we called in sick (making phone calls a few minutes apart – we didn’t want them talking in the office about us just yet). We had a shower together where I had great fun soaping her breast and putting lather on her hair face but didn't shave that. Afterwards we dried each other off, and I got her raise her arms, and rubbed her armpits with the towel.

I lay on her bed and watched as she put on a purple silk blouse and a black skirt, and brushed her hair in front of her dressing table mirror. We went and had some breakfast in a nearby café, then, having nothing else in particular to do, did a little browsing in shops and went to a movie (where we spent more time groping each than watching the DDLJ). Walking out of the cinema, Simran spoke to her best friend, Rani, on her mobile phone, and arranged for us to meet her at a bar later that evening.

With a few hours to spare, we bought some wine and went back to Simran’s flat. I poured us a couple of glasses and we drank a toast to our affair, however long it was going to last. We were sitting on the couch and my eyes wandered, as they had been wandering all day, to her breasts . I put my glass on the coffee table and began to unbutton the blouse. Simran smiled lasciviously and said, "You love my tits, don’t you?", thrusting out her chest as I undid the last button and pulled the blouse open.

Cupping her breasts, one in each hand, I kissed them reverently, feeling the heavy weight of them, and licked her hairy nipples. "They’re superb," I whispered.

"I know," she said, laughing. Meanwhile she was rubbing my chest through my t shirt. "Get your pussy out," she said.

I was surprised by her manly behavior but did as I was told, unzipping my pants and pulling it out. It was half erect, but began to stiffen as soon as she started touching it.

"Come into the bedroom," she said. "I’ve got a treat for you."

With my penis grasped firmly in her hand she led me into the bedroom and told me to sit on the bed and take off my clothes. She pulled her blouse off, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, the pulled her panties down and tossed them to me. I laughed and pressed them to my nose, smelling the cunty smell on them.

She went to her dressing table, picked up an ornate glass bottle which was sitting on it and came over to me. She poured some of the contents – it was a thick, perfumed, rose coloured oil – onto her hand and rubbed it onto my cock and balls. She then upended the bottle over herself so that some of the oil dripped onto her breasts. Putting the bottle down she ran her hands over her tits so they were completely coated with the oil.

She lean over me and we kissed. Her big, oily hairy tits were pressed against me, slipping and sliding against my smooth chest in a delightful manner. Then she lay on her back on the bed and motioned that I get on top of her. She had me move up until my stiff, oiled prick lay between her tits. Taking one in each hand she squeezed them together, my cock imprisoned between the fleshy mounds. It felt wonderful!

I began to move my cock back and forth, titfucking her, watching the head of it emerge from between her breasts then disappear again. She bent her head forward, her long tongue licking at the tip as it peeped out.

I felt I was going to cum soon. "Put your arms back," I said, and she threw them behind her head. I grabbed hold of her greased tits, grinding my cock between them, drinking in the sight of the black hair in her armpits until I ejaculated with a shudder, my sperm splashing onto her neck.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. One of her hands went to the sperm, her fingertips dabbing at it, then licked them.

An hour later we were sitting in the bar waiting for Rani, whom Simran had told me all about during the day. They were obviously close friends. When Rani finally arrived I recognized her from a few times when she had come in to our office to see Simran. She was an attractive if slightly feral looking girl with a long, pretty, freckled face, blonde dreadlocks, an assortment of piercings in ears, nose and tongue, and Celtic tattoos on her arms.

We spent a few hours at the bar, talking and laughing, then went to a nightclub. While we were on the dance floor Simran and Rani started hugging and kissing each other and feeling each other’s tits, to the delight of the other dancers. Later, when we got back to my place, I asked Simran if she and Rani ever fucked. She smiled mischievously and said, "What do you think?"

On the following day, Saturday, a friend of Simran’s was having a birthday party in a beach house she had rented up on the coast. Rani turned up around 11am, looking rather the worse for wear, to drive us there (she had ended up getting off with a guy, she explained, and going back to his flat to snort coke). She was wearing a red tank top and cargo pants, and I noted with approval the patches of fuzzy, dark blonde hair in her armpits, not nearly as thick as Simran’s, but nice all the same. Rani and I had hit it off together, and already visions of the three of us in a ménage a trois were dancing in my head.

It was a great party, with about thirty people getting blind drunk and going crazy. There was an impromptu band, and some of the girls went skinny dipping – including both Simran and Rani. Rani had a nice body – pale skin and large, tapering breasts with rings through the nipples. She had just the hint of a pot belly, and at the base of it a big untrimmed bush of dark blonde pubes. Later, when she was dressed again, I had a brief moment alone with her, and put my arm around her and gave her a playful kiss, at the same time giving one of her tits a gentle squeeze. She grabbed my hand but, instead of pushing it away, slid it under her top so I could get a proper feel.

The party went until dawn, but I can’t say I remember much about the last few hours. Simran and I woke up on the beach next morning with pounding headaches. Everyone retired to a nearby hotel for some recovery drinks, and we stayed there for lunch.

About two o’clock we piled back into Rani’s car and headed for home. It was a hot, sunny day and the car didn’t have any air conditioning, so about an hour into the trip Simran suggested we stop at one of the mostly deserted beaches we had been driving past for a swim. I backed up this suggestion wholeheartedly.

Rani parked the car at the next beach we came to. We found our towels in the boot and walked down towards the water. Rani was wearing a cheese-cloth top and cut-off jeans, and after last night’s display I was hopeful she would swim nude again. I wasn’t disappointed. When we got close to the water’s edge, we laid our towels on the sand. Rani pulled her top over her head and the jeans off – she hadn’t been wearing any panties, I noticed – and ran naked into the water. Simran and I followed suit.

We swam around happily for about half an hour, then emerged dripping and lay on our towels, with me in the middle. It felt nice to be naked in front of them. Simran leant over me and kissed me, and began to run her hand over my chest.

"So," she said to Rani, "what do you think of him? I told you he had a nice body."

"Simran, she looks girly in front of you!" I said.

"Don’t you think so?"

"Oh, it’s not bad, you also look girly in front of Simran, she is so hairy and big" said Rani, smirking a little.

"What about his cock?"

"Simran!" I said, looking at her horrified. I might have been an exhibitionist, but this was going a bit far.

"Do you think it’s big enough?" asked Simran.

"I don’t know," said Rani, staring straight at my penis now, which was lying flat on my belly and, after the cold water, not looking too big at all. "How big does it get?"

"Let’s see," said Simran, reaching over and taking it in her hand. I gasped involuntarily and sat up.

"Hey, relax," she said, pushing me back down while continuing to gently massage my cock and balls. I lay back on the towel again. God, it felt good, and the fact that Rani was watching her do it made it better. I felt myself rapidly getting hard.

Simran was kneeling beside me now, jerking me forcefully so that the head of my prick was swollen and shiny. Then, grinning cheekily at Rani, she bent over me and wrapped her lips around it. I let out another gasp as she started to fellate me.

Simran drag me to beach and put me on my stomach and lay down on my back. Grasp my chest from both side and start humping me. Rani cry in joy saying " you made him also you bitch , you can hump anybody who walks on earth. you are such a masculine women. 

and than i propose her to marry me......The End