Female to male transgender in Iran

Muscular Masculine Aunties

This is the page for future ( or may be some existing) Sindhi and Punjabi Aunties

Who don't shave-off their body hairs.

When this aunty ride me , I feel her thick belly hairs on my relatively smooth stomach, tham she lean on me and smothered me with her mustached Beard face.

This aunty is bit dominant and i held her hairy boobs when she fucks me in Amazon position.

This aunty whole chest is covered with hairs, still she like vanilla sex.

This Tamil Aunty is very dominant and never allow me to penetrate, she use strapon on me only while jerking me .

And the last one don't have pussy but a dick , a big 8 inch dick to fuck me.

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.

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

Hairy mature aunty seduced by young boy

"I want to see you naked aunty," I had told her, and then I had told her that I wanted to see her naked and then lick her body from head to toe.

She didn't understand. That was something she had said several times after I told her what I wanted. What would a young boy want with a 41 year old woman?

First of all, I'm 19 and while that's not all that old I'm not a kid even though my Mom always tells me to grow up. I am a bit immature, or so I've been told, but I've also been told I'm cute although that praise usually came from doting aunts and the like. Rekha even told me that when we first met and I eagerly ran an errand for her.

As for Rekha being 41, that I didn't know, I figured she was more like my Mom's age, mid 30's or so. Rekha's black hair doesn't have a hint of gray in it, and it's so black that it's like another color all together.

That hair color is natural, or at least that was my guess because I hadn't seen any evidence of hair coloring kits in her bathroom like my Mom uses, and given her very modest income from her job in the school cafeteria I was pretty sure she couldn't afford to go to a beauty parlor.

Snooping around her bathroom cabinets under the pretense of having to go I learned quite a bit about Rekha but what I didn't find was even more interesting that what I saw.

No razors or shaving cream either, and I checked the cabinets and the shower as well. That meant that what I had suspected from a fleeting glimpse up the baggy sleeve of her blouse might in fact true. She didn't shave her armpits, and maybe nowhere else either because she always wore slacks and socks.

Was it because she was a feminist who didn't believe in shaving? More likely it may have been because when you're an old maid living alone there was no reason to bother. Goodness knows she probably didn't suspect that the goofy kid down the hall was trying to peek up her sleeves.

I was just a kid she had befriended, and when she found out that I liked to play video game she suggested we play on nights I had nothing to do. Since that covered just about every night, I had become a fixture and since Rekha always welcomed me I assume the same was true of her.

So she played game and even bought beer for us to drink despite me not being old enough. Maybe the beer had helped loosen my tongue. Who knows?

She always chooses a man avatar and usually I choose a female role. She like to beat me in the game and sometime ask my avatar to strip down for her. I think she is dominating and want to will all the time and she liked me because I usually loss to her and my character is used to be manhandled by her in her video game.

Every evening we sat on sofa or bed with a distance from each other and played, and while she equipped her character with manly wear and big mustache, I studied Rekha. Memorized her every feature and had imagined what she look the same in a way underneath her clothes as her character looked on video screen.

Rekha was a native of India with only a faint trace of an accent, and spoke English better than most of us born here. She also was thrilled to be in America, having become a citizen as soon as she could and made no secret of how much she loved it her, only regretting that her family hadn't come here earlier.

Her skin was a deep brown and while she didn't smile all that much at first I could see she had nice teeth that stood out nicely on her pleasantly attractive face.

She had small tits and since at 5'10" and maybe 140 pounds at best she looks like a slender man or a tall woman to say the least. She wore a 34A bra that was padded, with that information coming from a peek through her hamper, and Rekha face was very pretty with slightly big nose.

I had fished one of her banyan and boxer she used to wear, a very frumpy full cut pair that evens my Mom would find too square, but when I bought them to my face and inhaled around the slight discoloration in front I got something besides a blast of pungent scent.

A hair, a solitary black hair caught in the bunched elastic, and just seeing that made me hard. Rekha was a very hairy woman, and I didn't get that from actually seeing that hair. There were other hints that led me to that conclusion as well.

There was the hint of a moustache she had. Just a faint down but fully covered her upper lips area till under her big nose and noticeable to anybody passing by, and then there were her sideburns. Thick muttonchops, a swirl of black down that swooped around the fronts of her ears, and then there were her arms.

That had been my downfall, having to sit next to those tiny brown limbs with the long fine black hairs that went from her wrists up to where her short sleeves blocked any further view.

And then there was me craning my neck in an attempt to look up her sleeve every time she lifted the quart of beer to pour another glass. She has drinking capacity more than me.

This was only the second time she wore anything as "daring" as short sleeves, but this was the first time I had touched her.

Unable to restrain myself I had interrupted her in mid-deal, reaching over to put my hand on her forearm, and when she froze I let my hair slide slowly up and down her arm.

The hair was every bit as hard as it had looked, and after letting my fingers made the hairs billow in their wake I saw her brown skin become covered with goose bumps.

"I love this," I had mumbled as the hairs began to stand up like a porcupine's, and while Rekha had first given me a nervous smile that smile gave away to a nervous expression that continued as I continued to rub her hairy arm.

"I don't understand you are loving a woman forearms who has more hair than you," Rekha had said although she didn't stop me from letting my palm travel up her forearm until the sleeve stopped me, something I had wanted to do all night.

A lot of guys didn't find this sexy - probably most fellas - and maybe at the school she worked at kids perhaps commented that instead of making the cafeteria women wear nets on their heads they should make Miss Rekha Singh wear them on her arms.

I did. I blame that on my old man, whose porn stash I had uncovered in the attic a while back. Maybe I had inherited this fondness I had regarding women's body hair from him. Those photos and magazines sure suggested Dad liked hairy women as did Mom's armpits, which I had managed to find out after a lot of peeking and spying were not shaved. She didn't wear anything sleeveless around the house and that was probably a good thing.

"I just think you're very sexy," I explained as my hands kept lightly stroking her forearm. "I love women who are more harrier than her man and have a hairy arms - and hair anywhere else too."

"I don't understand," Rekha said as she struggled to comprehend my tastes. "In America, all the women - they remove all their hairs. Everywhere I look - on the TV or in the magazines - all the women are smooth everywhere."

"I know," I said. It wasn't always like this but it is now."

"I tried at first to be like everyone else Babloo. I bought razors and shaved under my face, arms and my legs, but the hair grows back so fast and become more thick," Rekha lamented. "Also, I think it doesn't help that I'm very hairy. My mother was hairy too but not compared to me. I'm like a man in that way, even more so."

"You're definitely a woman and I'm very attracted to you."

"I'm an old woman Babloo," Rekha told me. "This makes no sense. A boy like you - you should find a girl your own age."

"I thought you liked me," I protested.

"I do. Very much so," Rekha admitted. "But what would your mother say?"

"I'm not a child Rekha," I assured her, and if my old man was still alive I know what he would say, especially if he saw Rekha's arms. "I'm not hurting you, am I? Doesn't this feel good?"

"Yes," she admitted. "That's what is bothering me, at least in part. This is not right."

"What's not right? I like you and you say you like me," I insisted, and after Rekha nodded in affirmation I continued. "We're both loners and alone. I think you're beautiful."

"My head is spinning," Rekha said, putting her other hand on her head but continuing to let me rub her other arm even though if I kept it up I might wear the hairs off.

Rekha's arm hair wasn't downy soft like an old girlfriends of mine's was but more coarse like a man, nothing like a feminine man like mine’s probably was, and I wondered what the rest of her was like.

"What is it you want of me?" she said in a voice that sounded as confused as her expression indicated.

"I want to touch you. I just want you to let me touch you all over," I declared. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You say that now," Rekha said. "Things happen though."

"I swear. Just let me touch you. We could go into the bedroom, you could get undressed and I could give you - like a massage I guess. I want to see you beautiful you are."

"I am 41 years old Babloo, and even when I was younger I didn't look like the ladies in your Playman magazines."

"Playboy you mean, and I know you don't look like that and I'm so glad of that," I said, and when I glanced down and saw that my lap had a massive wet stain on it I was afraid I was going to cum soon. "Please? You tell me to stop I will stop."

"You promise Babloo?" Rekha asked, and after I nodded like a puppy she told me to stay where I was.

Rekha got up and went into the bedroom, but as she did I saw the outline of her nipples pushing out into the blouse and the bra and the padding, and it wasn't cold in her apartment.

A couple of minutes later Rekha called me, and after I went down the hall and made the turn I could see Rekha standing by her bed. She was wearing her usual male undergarment, and I wanted to see her better but she told me as soon as I walked in, "No lights. If you turn the light on I will never speak to you again."

"I won't," I said, and then Rekha got onto her bed, and as she positioned herself on the sheets like a corpse I approached slowly while asking if she minded if I took my clothes off.

"You soiled yourself," Rekha said, and although I was embarrassed I explained to her what happened when a guy was aroused, and I thought that I had a real problem in that regard.

"I told you I thought you were the sexiest woman in the world who likes to wear man’s undergarment," I said as I began peeling off my pants and gooey underwear.

Rekha turned shy and turned away when my dick sprang into view, and I guess that the size of my dick surprised here, although while it's very long it's also really thin, and one girl called me needle dick I couldn't argue. When I looked down at Rekha I discovered that while the room was darkened with only a little street light leaking through the blinds, my eyes were adjusting.

Rekha looked so sweet there, with her brown body so striking against the background of the white sheets and her white undergarments, and looking up like she was about to be operated on. Even with her arms pinned to her sides I could see the black hairs peeking out from the folds of her arms. Her face hair was noticeable on the light coming from the window. She looked perfect blend of a beautiful woman with hairy face.

"I don't have any lotions or whatever it is you use," Rekha croaked nervously.

"It doesn't matter," I assured her because I didn't need any and furthermore, "I don't know what they use anyway. I've never done this before."

"You never did this to any girlfriend of yours?" Rekha asked.

 “I don’t like girls without having body hair, especially manly one” I said

"And this is not normal?" Rekha asked as my hand landed on her ankle, where I learned that she did not shave her legs and the lower calf my fingers were on was definitely very hairy and the hairs were crinkly to the touch.

"It is to me," I said while running my hand upstream, letting the black hairs sifting through my fingers. "I just love hairy women. Never saw a woman with hairy legs before. I like it a lot. I know I'm weird."

"Not really," Rekha said, seeming to relax as she watched me rubbing her calves. "My grandfather - he also liked hairy girls. I became hairy very young, hairier than my brothers and he would do me what you were doing out in the hall; just rub the hair on my arms and ankles. He never did anything else to me although if he did I would not have stopped him. He made me feel that I am masculine and loveable."

"You are very masculine and sexy, more than a man in our neighborhood I know," I assured her as my hand kept rubbing.

"I met a man years ago, he was a bit of smoother than me, was short in height also” Rekha continued. "He liked my hairy body and told me to behave manly in front of him so that he can pretend to be my girlfriend, he was a cross dresser. He use to dress in a typical Indian woman saree and makeup and made me his bride groom and ask me to love him while wearing a false mustache. We even moved in together and I thought I was in love with his submission to me in bed."

"That's good."

"I thought so. Then he said he wanted to take pictures of me while wearing big mustaches like kings do. He said that he wanted to always remember how sexy I become while dressing as a man with big mustaches. I used to like it and was sure he would not leave me someday,"

Rekha explained. "He didn't have a job most of the time and I was supporting us but I liked it in a way to behave as a man of the house and I didn't care because I loved him and loved being accepted we both were.

"What happened?"

"The pictures, He was a very good photographer and the pictures came out very well but then he started pressing me to take my clothes off. Before I knew it he was taking pictures of me nude and had been showing everything. With my legs apart and my arms raised to show how hairy I am. Then he wanted me to pose with another woman and I refused."

"Good."

"Then he said, what about posing with him as a girl? I wouldn't have to do anything but stand there naked and let him touch me, so I finally did it just to please him. Then I found out that he was selling the pictures hiding his face to a company that put them in magazines so the world thinks I'm like that."

"Oh," I replied, feeling guilty not only because my old man might have bought one of them but also for wishing I could have seen a picture of Rekha wearing big bushy mustaches with his sissy boyfriend as a girl.

"So that is why I'm very cautious - suspicious."

"I understand. You can trust me but I'll earn that trust. No cameras or anything like that. Just my eyes and hands."

"You have very soft hands like girls," Rekha remarked.

"My girlfriend - ex-girlfriend," I said. "I kept asking her to stop shaving her armpits for a while but she refused. She said I had a fetish. I guess I do."

"There are worse things, you also very feminine who like masculine girls like me, hairy body is a hint of masculinization" Rekha replied.

"I don’t care, May be you are right that’s why I love your boxer which you wear instead of panty," I said as my eyes went up to the white cotton Rupa Macro-man that were something a grandfather would wear. "I was hoping you would take them off but this is nice too. I love the way the hairs stick out the top of this elastic."

I let my hands go up to Rekha's upper thighs, and my heart fluttered a bit when I stroked the wayward hairs.

"You are really kinky who are continuously admiring my hairy body and dripping," Rekha commented, and when I glanced down at my bobbing erection I could see a long string of pre-cum hanging from the tip.

"Sorry," I said as it fell off and onto the sheets.

"You are large but thin," Rekha said, biting her lips as she looked at my dick. " I wish I could have a large Lund like you but thicker also."

"I'm 19 so it’s still in developing state," I reminded her even though my boyish features suggested differently. “I wish you a thicker dick, mine is long but it's really skinny. I've gotten kidded about it before."

"That's not very nice. I know what it feels like to be made fun of. Your Lund is very beautiful though. Some men's aren't but yours is very attractive. The most appealing part is that it is aroused while looking at me. It is so hard it curls upwards."

"I know," I replied as my hands went up from her hips and rubbed her stomach, admiring the trail of black hairs that started just under her belly button and widened until disappearing into her boxer.

"Here," Rekha said as she reached up and undid her bra which had a front clasp, and as she pulled the cups from her breasts she suggested. "It's not as if I need the harness."

"Nonsense," I said, and although her breasts were even smaller than I had imagined - due in part to her being on her back - Rekha's nipples were large, the chocolate hued pegs looking erotic on the small swells of her breasts which were mostly areola. "They're beautiful."

"Hair everywhere," Rekha lamented, nodding toward the long manly hairs around the edges of her areolas, and while there were quite long and thick I shy for having smooth chest in comparison to her, Flatness of her breast making them even manlier than mine. I suspected that if she knew that I am doing a comparison of her hairy breasts with my smooth chest. She would be enjoying the status being earned by her.

"Nice," I suggested, and then asked, "Rekha, could you lift your arms? That's it - put your hands behind your neck."

"Like this?" Rekha asked, and when I nodded I noticed sweat from my forehead dropping on Rekha's stomach.

I had seen plenty of women with unshaven armpits in pictures and in movies, but seeing Rekha in all her natural glory was amazing. This wasn't like craning my neck to peek up her sleeves. She was exposing her unconventionally beautiful self to me, which I thought was courageous.

The black tufts of hair that filled her armpits was so dense and inviting that I couldn't help myself from reaching up and touching them, and then I let my fingers slide into the little jungles, finding the slightly moist fur soft and warm.

"You enjoy this?" Rekha asked about my lightly raking her armpit hair, and when I nodded she smiled and added. "It feels nice - as nice as the look on your face. You are such a sweet young boy to treat a woman so lovingly."

I shrugged because what can you say to that? I leaned down and kissed Rekha lightly on her mustached lips before moving over and kissing her armpits, savoring the natural scent of her and reveling in the springy nature of her hair.

"I know you want to get humped, at least not now," Rekha whispered in my ear. "I also know that you are very aroused and need release."

That was obvious, and I was prepared to take care of that myself as soon as Rekha got tired of me playing with her body, but she had other ideas.

"I would like to help you Babloo," Rekha said "If you trust me?"

Trust Rekha? I would have walked over hot coals for her, so when she had me straddle her so my right knee was in her crotch - my kneecap pressed into the very soggy cotton and my left knee was at her side - it was no problem.

"You must not touch yourself Babloo," Rekha explained as she had me put my hands on my hips while my raging Lund waved over her stomach. "Allow me to do the touching." She started commanding.

"Okay," I wheezed as she brought her right hand down from behind her neck while leaving her left hand where it was behind her head, serving the dual purposes of keeping her face pointed at me while affording me the opportunity to look at her left armpit.

"I have not touched a man in many years," Rekha said as her hand moved up between my spread thighs, and when she got to my dangling balls I couldn't help the pathetic moan that came out of me. "Then again, few men seem to delight in looking at me. Does this feel good?"

"Yes," I grunted while Rekha rolled my nuts around in her strong brown paw as the wicked little smile on her face indicated she enjoyed my reaction.

"What do you call these - your testicles I mean? I know the slang words for a man's organ but like to use the word Lund."

"Tatte - nuts," I grunted in sweet agony.

"Tatte. I like that," Rekha said. "You have nice Tatte Babloo. They are large like your Lund, and I can feel how full of your seed they are. Does this hurt?"

"No," I choked as I felt her gently twist them a little. "Feels good."

"And this?" Rekha asked, twisting them a little more, and she kept asking while her hand kept working and I kept saying no. She started dominating me like she used to do in video-game.

"I would not want to hurt your beautiful Tatte," Rekha lied a little bit but she went back to gently kneading my sac. "I had almost twisted them into a knot."

"Felt well," I admitted.

" I know you always like beaten by me in video game and now you want release don't you Babloo?" She asked me seducing way and I nodded. "Your Lund is dripping like sap from a tree. Your Tatte must be overflowing. I think you want to touch yourself don't you?"

"Yes - you said not to thouch."

"That's right. Isn't this  fun?"

"Yes."

"Do you play with yourself often?" Rekha asked.

"Yes - a lot more lately," I admitted. "Think of you when I do it."

"Oh," Rekha said, but she didn't seem upset, instead saying, "I like the idea of that. Push your knee more into me. That's it."

Now my bony knee was really grinding into her crotch and Rekha seemed to be pushing herself into it as well, her eyes looking a little glazed.

"I would like to see that sometime," Rekha said as I felt her fingers move up to the area right under my dick. "The sight of you stroking yourself would be very erotic to me. Do you use one hand or two?"

"One - my fist."

"You are large enough to use both," Rekha said, and then I felt her finger slide ever so slowly along the underside of my cock, running lightly over the veiny undercarriage as she kept talking.

"Such a long Lund you have Babloo." she whispered as her finger neared the cleft on the underside of my dick. "I have never experienced a man your size inside of me – if someday I would have such a Lund I would like to be gentle with my man, and she started laughing."

"Yes," I practically cried as her finger reached the tip of my dick which was drooling wildly.

"But what if I didn't want myself to be gentle?" Rekha asked as she brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked on the gooey digit like it was a dick. "What if you wanted me to savage you?"

"Anything!"

"What if I deside to take you anally?" she asked while bringing her hand up between my legs again while practically humping my knee and while the temperature in the room was normal the humidity hung in the air like a fog. "Have you ever done that to a woman? Have you ever put your manhood into a woman's anus?"

"No," I sobbed as my aching tatte got milked some more.

"Someday perhaps - Babloo - you're sweating so much."

"So are you," I blurted out, having noticed the beads of perspiration on Rekha's mustache as well as the rivulets of sweat pouring down from her bushy armpit.

"Yes," Rekha said in a voice that sounded ragged as my own. "I think I'm going to have an orgasm soon - I want you to join me."

"Trying not to," I gasped.

"Wait for me," Rekha implored me, now thrusting her crotch into me so hard that bed was bumping the wall. "Soon very soon. Want to see you - want to see your Lund erupt - cover me with your seed."

"Can't hold it," I said - or maybe I screamed while Rekha was pushing the underside of my cock hard, and then I felt dizzy.

I wanted to reach down and jerk myself off which would take less than a second, but I didn't. Instead I reached up and grabbed my hair, and then my dick erupted.

Rekha was cackling madly, her hairy thighs grabbing my smooth leg while my cock sprang around crazily, spurting my milky white cum all over her brown body in an orgasm that didn't seem to want to end.

When my head cleared I could see that not only had I drenched poor Rekha with my ejaculations but she had cum too and for the first time actually touched my cock. Her hand had grabbed my deflating dick and was pulling it downward as if to milk every drop out of me.

"I made a mess," I mentioned, but Rekha just smiled and welcomed me down to embrace her.

"All gooey and hairy and sweaty," she commented as we hugged.

"And I'm loving it," I assured Rekha, and to prove it I brought her wrist back towards her headboard and buried my face under her arm, licking the salty thicket like a hungry puppy.

"That's it Babloo. Lick my bushy armpits. Suck on it," Rekha started becoming dominating and insisted her other face pushed my face in to emphasize how much she enjoyed it too.

"Two can play at that," Rekha soon responded and become aggressive while I was getting weak after ejaculation, and then I submitted and let her overpower me.

She put me onto my back and leaned over me and pinned me down. "I noticed while you had your hands up before that, my armpits are much hairier than yours."

"yes " I said as she giggled just before lowering her face into my armpit and licking the tiny wisps Your legs are too less of hair, the sensation of her tongue making me shiver and turning me on.

"You like that me being harrier and manly than you?"

"O my god yes," I said.

"Tomorrow night if you come over for rummy don't use deodorant," Rekha said. "It burns the tongue and besides I love the smell of a man. I miss that."

"Anything you want. This has been the most amazing experience I've ever had," I said. "We don't have to play video game though."

"I think we should Babloo. I think when I beat you in the game, it exited me a lot and I use to become Horney and it adds to the excitement," Rekha explained.

"Now that I know that I wasn't imagining it when I sensed to looking at me the way you did along with the way I embrace how hirsute I am, you feel more at ease."

"Whatever you say."

"We'll take it very slow," Rekha informed me. "We will explore each other like peeling the layers of an onion, or you will get hurt by me I use to become sometime very agreassive."

"Hurt?" I said as I rolled over onto my side to face her. "Do I look so soft?"

"oh ya, you looked like a sissy boy to me but you don't worry Babloo," Rekha admitted as she felt my stiffening dick press against her hairy thigh. "And I certainly won't hurt you with my aggressive and dominating nature. I can control for my sissy boy. You have me wondering what it will feel like one day to becoming of man inside me."

"Man inside you?" I asked while admitting. "I never did get the gender system but it sounds impressive. Did you mean what you said before - about your bottom I mean?"

"In time perhaps," Rekha said. "Although you might not like what you get there."

"Why?"

"I' wanted to try the toy big enough to satisfy my mental imagination about me being a man in relationship and I can be very rough. It will make you feel woman in front of me" she said with a laugh.

"What a surprise!" I roared as we hugged and kissed, a 41 year old woman sounding like a man and me, feeling like a woman for once and unashamed of what I enjoyed for the first time in my life.