Bare Tail
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Over the years I've gotten my fair share of pussy, but none of it was
anything really special -- just a bunch of good, enthusiastic fucking.
Maybe I was just unlucky or something, but the girls I managed to get to
bed with were not really into the kind of free-form sex I would have
liked. Money and power, maybe ... but not true sex aficionados.
Anyway, I was transferred to my advertising agency's corporate offices
in Los Angeles last summer. Rental rates for apartments were out of
sight, but I finally located a medium-sized place I could afford and
settled in. It was in one of those sprawling "swinging singles"-type
places. You know the kind: A tiny little pool no one much uses and a
laundry room the size of a high school gymnasium. The pool was
frequently ornamented by some fantastic bodies crammed into tiny bikinis,
but I had yet to score on any of those women.
It was the height of summer in the city ... hot and hazy. Since I
didn't really know anyone there yet, I just got into the habit of holing
up inside my air conditioned apartment with the VCR every night. My butt
remained parked on the couch, which folded out into my bed, and I became
a real couch potato. The only sex I was getting was when I punched a
fuck video into my machine and beat off.
Then she entered my life -- very abruptly.
I had just folded out the narrow bed and popped a weird porno flick
into the VCR ... something called "Rollersluts." It was about one in the
morning on a Friday night and I was just getting into the kinkiness of a
bunch of naked people fucking on roller skates. I was up late, even for
me ... and I was really engrossed watching a long dildo sticking out of
one of the prettiest ass holes I've ever seen, on a girl sucking one of
the largest cocks I've ever seen, when I heard a heavy thumping sound at
my front door.
The thumping turned into hard pounding. Whoever it was wasn't likely
to go away. And there I was, stark naked with a huge boner. I slipped
on a pair of underpants, grabbed a college golfing trophy from the mantle
for defense, and cautiously opened the door.
Something barged through, trailing a strong wave of perfume. I stood
back and watched the visitor, a tall beautiful girl who'd just had too
much heavy partying.
She pushed past me and made a bee-line for the couch bed and flopped
down all sprawled out. She lay there silently, her legs splayed out
widely, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed. I heard her mumble
something about "fucking keys" ... and then she passed out.
I walked over to the bed and stood looking down at her. Her body was
bathed in the soft flickering light of the TV screen, but even in that
light I could see that she was a real knockout. I turned the table lamp
on to get a better look and discovered that she wore her very dark black
hair in a short pageboy cut.
Her tight cotton pull-over top clung tightly to her large breasts and
her hips were just full enough to be exciting, but not carrying an ounce
of fat. And her thighs and legs were fantastic! She was hearing a
micro-miniskirt which draped softly over her belly and upper thighs, and
it had ridden up far enough to just barely cover her pussy. Now, I may
or may not be a pervert ... but the temptation was just too much. I
squatted down beside the bed and peered up under the skirt hem.
I peered between her widely parted thigh tops ... and squinted, not
quite believing what I was seeing. At first I just saw a smooth silky
surface with a crease down the center and made the obvious assumption
that she was wearing a pair of tan panties. But then I looked closer,
and suddenly realized that what I was staring at was her naked, hairless
pussy! She wasn't wearing panties.
I looked again, lifting the edge of her skirt just a bit and saw that
her deep slit was sort of gaping partly open -- but what was really
astonishing to me was the fact that her entire cunt area was bare!
Shaved and hairless...
The light from the TV screen made that cunt almost seem to glow. I
lowered my face closer, my temples pulsating. It was as though I had
leaned over to sniff a flower. I again smelled the heavy scent of
perfume ... and something else. My nostrils flared. I could smell her
musk now, her vagina.
My hard-on was now steel-hard, heavy, a really huge thing trying to
escape from my underpants. Thank goodness the girl was oblivious to
everything as she lay there in never-never land.
What was I to do? She had the only bed, so I did the next best thing
I could. I took some blankets from the closet and made a bed on the
floor. I punched the VCR off. Just the presence of this astounding girl
in my apartment was far more erotically exciting than any porn flick.
It's embarrassing to admit, but I beat my meat as I lay on the hard
floor. I didn't sleep too well, since the floor wasn't very comfortable
.... but when I finally did drop off I experienced the most intense wet
dream I have ever had.
In the morning I woke up to find the girl gone. No girl, no nothing.
But I could still smell that perfume of hers so I knew that it couldn't
have been a dream.
As was my habit, I did my laundry Saturday morning. I was walking
back to my apartment, lugging my clothes basket and thinking about the
previous night, when I found this note taped to my front door.
It read: "Dear Nice Neighbor in #205, sorry about last night. Thanks
for the bed. Dinner tonight? My place. Seven-ish. Bring white wine.
Love, Cassandra, #305."
So *that* was what had happened: This girl, in her wasted state, had
failed to climb one more flight of stairs and had mistaken my apartment
for hers. I sniffed the letter. There was that perfume again, or
whatever it was. It was a deliciously nasty thought, but I fantasized
that she had rubbed her pretty cunt against the note before taping it to
my door. And already she was using a word like "love" with me. "Love,
Cassandra," the note said, not "sincerely," not "warmest personal
regards."
My head spun. As a result of one chance encounter I had met the girl
of my dreams. No more porn vids this Saturday night ... because I
intended to be wining, dining and with any luck at all, fucking!
Late that afternoon I got my hair trimmed and bought a couple of
bottles of good white wine at the liquor store. When I got home I
shaved, showered and applied too much cologne to my body -- even
splashing a few drops on my cock. My third leg was already partially
erect and throbbing in anticipation.
Promptly at seven, I knocked on the door to #305. She greeted me with
a broad, bright smile, flashing a pair of penetrating brown eyes at me.
She showed me in and we introduced ourselves.
"Cassandra Pleshette," she said.
"Gary Hanson," I responded, trying to make my stare at her body a
little less obvious. She was wearing a short frilly pink dress that
barely reached mid-thigh. A doll's dress, it looked like. Then there
were those fantastic legs of hers, long and sensual in black hose.
"What do you do, Gary?" she asked.
"I'm in advertising. An account executive."
She beamed. I'm in advertising, too. Well, sort of. I'm a lingerie
model. Here, let me show you."
She handed me a beautiful-looking glossy catalog from one of the
Hollywood lingerie stores with the high prices. I was probably blushing
as I opened the pages. Looking at them with her standing there beside
me, I was sort of embarrassed. It was filled with photos of beautiful
young women wearing all kinds of wild underwear and accessories.
"I'm on page 58," Cassandra called out over her shoulder as she
stepped back into the kitchen. I flipped to the page ... and there she
was wearing some crotchless hose and a push-up bra with the nipples cut
out. I just gasped, and felt my cock stiffening again.
She returned, giggling, and showed me to the dining room. I sat down
and sipped the white wine while I watched her whip up dinner in her
Chinese wok. Back then it was pretty unusual to see someone cooking with
a wok.
Anyhow she cooked while I leafed through the catalog some more, but I
finally had to put it down because I was just plain getting too worked
up. Hell, we still had to get through an entire dinner plus all that
soul-searching after-dinner conversation phase before I'd even get a
chance to make a move on that gorgeous body of hers.
"You sure were a lifesaver last night," she told me as she added
ingredients to the mixture in the wok.
"Glad I could help," I replied in my best man-of-the-world voice.
"This party I went to was a real bummer. No interesting men. If I'd
known that an nice-looking guy like you was just a few feet away, in the
apartment just below me, I would have stayed home."
I felt myself blushing again.
Cassandra put a lid on the wok and very suddenly stepped over to me at
the dining room table. I pivoted my chair to face her, and before I
could react she had plopped down on my lap and was sitting hard against
my growing erection. I was speechless for a moment.
"Well," she said with a grin, "what do you think?"
"Think?" I said awkwardly.
With that she bunched her short skirt up and pulled it above her
waist. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She was wearing the
same pair of crotchless hose that I'd seen in the catalog! She spread
her legs and my eyes devoured the details of her pussy as she revealed
them -- the thick, fleshy, pink outer lips, the broad, softer, inner
lips, and the thick puffiness of her prepuce.
"I wasn't entirely out of it last night when I saw you looking at my
pussy. Do you think its pretty?"
I cleared my throat, licking my lips. "Yes,... yes, its a fabulously
pretty pussy," I finally managed to stammer. My cock was stiffened and
erected to its full towering height (at least a foot tonight) under her
ass and my balls were aching.
Cassandra reached down and spread her inner lips with her fingertips,
performing a sort of gynecological show-and-tell for me. She pulled back
the hood of her prepuce and I could see the shiny knob of her clit at the
head of that wet slit.
"I shave it because in the kind of modeling I do, pubic hair can be a
real nuisance."
"Sure," I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. This was
far better than the best porn flick I'd ever experienced.
"Well?" she said, slipping a finger into her deep cunt cleft.
"Well what?"
She leaned close and whispered into my ear, "the food has to simmer
for a while. Do you want to fuck?"
"I can't tell you how glad I am you offered," I answered, "ever since
I got here my cock has been trying to convince me to pounce on you."
Laughing she rose from the chair and squatted before me. Unzipping my
fly she released my stiff erection. I'm built pretty well, long enough
and pretty thick, and she grabbed that ball bat like a handle, pulling me
to my feet and leading me to the bedroom. Lingerie models must make more
than account execs, I thought to myself, because she could afford a
one-bedroom apartment.
I stripped my clothes off quickly, watching as Cassandra pulled that
pink dress off over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her full tits
swayed very enticingly. She left the crotchless hose on as she walked to
the bed and lay down.
"We've got about thirty minutes before dinner's ready," she said,
spreading those fantastic legs and exposing her deep hairless cunt gash.
I didn't need any more inviting as I moved between those legs.
She had a water bed and we were soon rolling and swaying about on the
soft surface. I sucked at those beautiful tits, tongued her hard pink
nipples. First the left breast, then the right one. I sucked them into
my mouth as much as possible, swallowing as much of their voluptuous
flesh as I could.
But it was Cassandra's cunt that really captured my attention. I drew
her long legs apart, opening her wide, and buried my mouth in her warm
moist slit, tasting that fine perfume of hers. I rimmed the cunt lips
with my tongue, nibbled at her erect clit, and then wriggled my tongue
deeply inside her small vaginal opening. She began to moan and I could
feel her cunt muscles clench around my tongue.
I know many women -- and some men, too -- think a vagina is a rather
ugly organ, especially in its shaven state, but not me. It was the most
arousing sight I'd ever seen. I couldn't get enough of it! I thrust my
tongue inside her hole, then one finger, then a pair of fingers while I
rubbed her anus with my thumb. She was dribbling wetness and I lapped it
up as fast as I could.
Then it was time for some oral action for me. Cassandra rolled over
and snared my penis in her mouth. Her head bobbed frantically as she
performed an enlightened fellatio on me. I had had some very nice blow
jobs before, but never one delivered with such enthusiasm!
I didn't want to come in her mouth -- I wanted to feel my semen
squirting inside that hairless box. I pulled her free and eased her over
on her back. I pressed her knees back till they touched her tits,
flattening them against her chest. Her naked ass was thrust up and her
hairless slit was spread widely open before my eyes.
I positioned myself above her, bringing my heavy cock down into the
open crack. My glans slid back and forth rimming her pussy lips, teasing
her clit.
"Fuck me!" she cried, reaching between her legs for my cock, "Now!"
I shoved forward, her cunt lips spreading to receive me. My cock was
very large relative to her tight hole, but it dilated to accept my
thickness. I bottomed against her hard cervix, withdrew nearly
completely, and began pistoning in and out, feeling the tightness of her
tender trap clutching at me.
We were both panting and sweating as I stroked deeply at first, then
shallower, then in as deep as possible again. I bit my lower lip,
clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to ejaculate. I thought about my
job, about paying my taxes, anything to keep my mind off the fact that I
was fucking into the most gorgeous piece of ass I had ever seen.
I couldn't hold out for long. Cassandra gave me one more incredible
cunt squeeze and I exploded, spraying my steamy semen into her convulsing
snatch. She was crying out now, making noises of female passion that I
had never heard before. Her climax was as least as shattering as mine!
We remained lying there for a while, my cock still deep inside her
hole, neither of us wanting me to leave that snug harbor. Then,
miraculously, I got hard again ... or maybe I never really got soft, I
was so aroused. Anyway, we were both ready to fuck some more.
She got up on her hands and knees, presenting her slick ass to me.
Her cunt was all slippery and sloppy now with the mess of semen I had
slopped in there. I thrust into her again and with each new piston fuck-
stroke, some of my old semen dribbled out of her to run down her legs.
Ten or fifteen minutes later she had come twice more and I finally
climaxed inside her again.
We finally did get around to some dinner and wine ... and then we went
at it again, this time with Cassandra riding me. In that position, I
could see every detail of my cock shaft splitting her nude pussy. After
another couple hours of lovemaking, I finally fell asleep. I woke up
happy and after showering, we went out to breakfast. Afterwards, we
returned to her apartment and spent most of the day in bed.
In many ways, that was the best summer of my life. I never felt so
sexually satisfied before or after. I just went with the moment.
Cassandra was a free spirit and I knew that I'd never be able to keep her
for the long run. Dreams of marriage were out. For all I knew, I was
just one of many guys she was fucking ... but I felt damn lucky to be one
of them.
That fall she left for a foreign modeling assignment. I drove her to
the airport and said good-bye to her in the jetway. We talked about
seeing each other again somewhere soon ... but we both knew that it would
never happen. It was just one of the magical, marvelous things.
I'm married now -- happily, I think -- but as I said, I think of
Cassandra a lot. Last night I finally talked my wife into shaving her
thick, brown cunt fur ... but I'll never tell her why I asked for this
favor.
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