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I have been dating or married to the same woman for over 12 years now. So my single days were quite a ways away at this point. Therefore, much of my sex and hook-up stories resulted from the use of AOL chat rooms. For nostalgia sake, I'd like to take you back to 1998 and recount a pretty interesting and amusing story.
As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four females. The hope (and thankfully, the reality) was that one of the 3-4 would be willing to meet me that night so that we could mutually satisfy one another.
This was an era before computers came equipped with internal cameras and webcams were rare. Though females were willing to meet and hook up/have sex, it wasn't as common for them to have nude pics. The most you could get was a scanned photo. On this cold November night in '98, I was doing fairly well with the three women with whom I was chatting. The conversations were getting intense and we were exchanging interesting details about our sexual interests/experiences. I got the impression that I could meet any one of them. Each of them sent me a photo and I, in turn, sent a photo of myself to all of them. As was my custom I also asked if they were full, trimmed or completely shaved down there. Two of them claimed they were shaved; one, Bethany, said she never shaved. When I asked this to Bethany along with her response she asked if I had a problem with it. I told her, "No, in fact, it's my preference," (which it certainly was). Here's the ironic thing, based upon all of the photos, Bethany appeared the least attractive.
Nevertheless, I so preferred a girl to have a hairy pussy (I had had enough shaved pussies in '98 to know) that I made a play for Bethany and asked if we could meet in person that night. She was game and we met at a local all-night diner. We hit it off. In fact, though rare, she looked prettier in person than in that picture she sent. Furthermore, the pic didn't show her ass and she had a nice, full, juicy one that she probably (erroneously) thought she should hide by sending a facial-only pic. It was at least 2 o'clock in the morning and I was eager to at least go down on her hairy pussy so I asked, "Do you want to go back to one of our places for drinks?" "Sure," she said with a roguish smile, "my place is actually really close." We got back to her apartment, and you could really only use this kind of line with someone you met off of AOL, I said, "You know what, I'm really not that thirsty. I'm more hungry." She grinned and said, "We both just had omelettes and hash browns, what are you hungry for?" "Well, it's hairy and creamy and tastes as good as it smells," I retorted. "I was hoping that's what you wanted to eat ..." was her response.
We started kissing and quickly took off our shirts. Bethany had a nice rack to match her ample ass. She started taking off her jeans and I stopped her. "No, let me." I really wanted to take off her panties myself for that first reveal of her bush and lips. She gladly allowed me to do this. My excitement was wholly justified. I slipped off her white, cotton panties to display a wealth of deep brown (not quite black) pubic hair. It was your traditional triangle with ample hairs gilding the labia all the way around her anus. Bethany's labia were also a sight to behold - deep magenta and very meaty. I couldn't hide my enthusiasm and exclaimed, "Oh my G-d, this is beautiful and so much hair." She giggled and spread her legs further apart.
I teased her (and myself) by kissing and licking her pubic hair before tasting her lips and clit. She giggled again and said, "Wow, you weren't k**ding, you really do like hair down there." Finally, I took my first delicious lick. I tasted her creaminess and caught my first whiff of what was unmistakably 'pussy.' Not a bad odor by any means, but just that old, familiar muskiness. At this point I still had my jeans on and Bethany started ambling for my zipper. I helped her out and got naked. I was fully erect and Bethany said, "Mmmmm, let's 69." So now she was on top of me and I got to enjoy her vagina upside down. She was giving me some very competent head. No deep-throat, but very nice wet bobs with a lot of nice ball-handling. She took breaks now and again because she was starting to have orgasms from my licking. I remember she was so sweet - she said, "Sorry, I'm not sucking you. I can't concentrate when I'm cumming." I was so glad she was cumming that I said, "No, not at all, take all the time you need. I'm happy you're orgasming." Meanwhile, she needn't have been concerned because even with these breaks I was getting close to cumming, myself. So now I'm getting scared that if she wanted to move on to intercourse I knew I wouldn't last once I stuck my dick in that heavenly, hairy hole of hers.
Once again, Bethany made things easy for me; she gave me a choice. In between bobs, she took my cock out of her mouth but gave me nice long strokes with her hand and offered, "Do you want to be inside me or are you too close?" I answered truthfully, "Bethany, I'm so close that if you pump my cock five more times with your hand like you're doing I'll be cumming." She giggled again but continued with those nice, long hand strokes. I orgasmed at the third stroke and, as predicted, ejaculated by the fifth. Aiming it away, I shot myself in the knee, doused her bed sheets and oozed thick semen down my shaft and balls.
In afterglow, Bethany told me the greatest irony. She had been chatting with two other guys, but I was the only one who made her feel comfortable about her full bush and that's why she decided to meet me
As some of you may remember, on AOL you could scan member's profiles for people near you. As would most, I would customarily have three or four chat boxes going with three or four females. The hope (and thankfully, the reality) was that one of the 3-4 would be willing to meet me that night so that we could mutually satisfy one another.
This was an era before computers came equipped with internal cameras and webcams were rare. Though females were willing to meet and hook up/have sex, it wasn't as common for them to have nude pics. The most you could get was a scanned photo. On this cold November night in '98, I was doing fairly well with the three women with whom I was chatting. The conversations were getting intense and we were exchanging interesting details about our sexual interests/experiences. I got the impression that I could meet any one of them. Each of them sent me a photo and I, in turn, sent a photo of myself to all of them. As was my custom I also asked if they were full, trimmed or completely shaved down there. Two of them claimed they were shaved; one, Bethany, said she never shaved. When I asked this to Bethany along with her response she asked if I had a problem with it. I told her, "No, in fact, it's my preference," (which it certainly was). Here's the ironic thing, based upon all of the photos, Bethany appeared the least attractive.
Nevertheless, I so preferred a girl to have a hairy pussy (I had had enough shaved pussies in '98 to know) that I made a play for Bethany and asked if we could meet in person that night. She was game and we met at a local all-night diner. We hit it off. In fact, though rare, she looked prettier in person than in that picture she sent. Furthermore, the pic didn't show her ass and she had a nice, full, juicy one that she probably (erroneously) thought she should hide by sending a facial-only pic. It was at least 2 o'clock in the morning and I was eager to at least go down on her hairy pussy so I asked, "Do you want to go back to one of our places for drinks?" "Sure," she said with a roguish smile, "my place is actually really close." We got back to her apartment, and you could really only use this kind of line with someone you met off of AOL, I said, "You know what, I'm really not that thirsty. I'm more hungry." She grinned and said, "We both just had omelettes and hash browns, what are you hungry for?" "Well, it's hairy and creamy and tastes as good as it smells," I retorted. "I was hoping that's what you wanted to eat ..." was her response.
We started kissing and quickly took off our shirts. Bethany had a nice rack to match her ample ass. She started taking off her jeans and I stopped her. "No, let me." I really wanted to take off her panties myself for that first reveal of her bush and lips. She gladly allowed me to do this. My excitement was wholly justified. I slipped off her white, cotton panties to display a wealth of deep brown (not quite black) pubic hair. It was your traditional triangle with ample hairs gilding the labia all the way around her anus. Bethany's labia were also a sight to behold - deep magenta and very meaty. I couldn't hide my enthusiasm and exclaimed, "Oh my G-d, this is beautiful and so much hair." She giggled and spread her legs further apart.
I teased her (and myself) by kissing and licking her pubic hair before tasting her lips and clit. She giggled again and said, "Wow, you weren't k**ding, you really do like hair down there." Finally, I took my first delicious lick. I tasted her creaminess and caught my first whiff of what was unmistakably 'pussy.' Not a bad odor by any means, but just that old, familiar muskiness. At this point I still had my jeans on and Bethany started ambling for my zipper. I helped her out and got naked. I was fully erect and Bethany said, "Mmmmm, let's 69." So now she was on top of me and I got to enjoy her vagina upside down. She was giving me some very competent head. No deep-throat, but very nice wet bobs with a lot of nice ball-handling. She took breaks now and again because she was starting to have orgasms from my licking. I remember she was so sweet - she said, "Sorry, I'm not sucking you. I can't concentrate when I'm cumming." I was so glad she was cumming that I said, "No, not at all, take all the time you need. I'm happy you're orgasming." Meanwhile, she needn't have been concerned because even with these breaks I was getting close to cumming, myself. So now I'm getting scared that if she wanted to move on to intercourse I knew I wouldn't last once I stuck my dick in that heavenly, hairy hole of hers.
Once again, Bethany made things easy for me; she gave me a choice. In between bobs, she took my cock out of her mouth but gave me nice long strokes with her hand and offered, "Do you want to be inside me or are you too close?" I answered truthfully, "Bethany, I'm so close that if you pump my cock five more times with your hand like you're doing I'll be cumming." She giggled again but continued with those nice, long hand strokes. I orgasmed at the third stroke and, as predicted, ejaculated by the fifth. Aiming it away, I shot myself in the knee, doused her bed sheets and oozed thick semen down my shaft and balls.
In afterglow, Bethany told me the greatest irony. She had been chatting with two other guys, but I was the only one who made her feel comfortable about her full bush and that's why she decided to meet me
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