“Okay, where can I get changed? It’s a beautiful day, and I’d like to get some sun!” Randy said. “And can I get some of that special punch? That sounds good right about now!”
Tracy picked up one of the pitchers sitting on the table, and poured two glasses, handing one to Randy.
“You can change in my room,” Tracy told her, taking her hand and leading the way. “It’s just down the hall here.”
As they entered the bedroom, Randy sat her bag on a chair, and her drink on the dresser, then pulled her t-shirt over her head, letting her braless tits bounce free, kicking off her shoes at the same time. Tracy sat on the bed, leaning back on her hands as she watched her undress. Randy noticed and grinned at her, turning to face her as she opened her shorts and started to push them down over her hips. “Checking out the goods, huh?” she laughed.
“I already knew it was all good,” Tracy said, nodding her head. “I just want to get a better look.”
Randy pushed her shorts and panties down with a flourish, holding her hands up in the air. “Well, wha… ”
“Oh wow, that’s one bushy beaver!” Tracy laughed when she saw the abundance of hair surrounding Randy’s pussy mound as she pushed her shorts down, kicking them to the side. “But I have to tell you, you’re not gonna get much action today if we don’t trim that thatch back a little!”
“Action?” Randy said, a confused expression on her face. “I’m not sure I know what you mean. I knew you were coming on to me yesterday, and I liked the idea. But I thought we would hook up later, when we could spend some time together. Is there something else going on?”
Tracy stood up and walked over to her, then dropped her hand between Randy’s legs, her fingers tugging at the thick fur covering her pussylips. “Oh, I thought you understood. We’re having a neighborhood fuck party, hon. I invited you because Kyle told me what a great fuck you are, and we really needed a fourth girl! He mentioned that you were hairier than Lois, Susan or I are, but Lois and I shave bare around our pussylips, and Susan trims pretty close. I had no idea you were this hairy. I guess you’re a natural kind of girl!”
Tracy looked at her for a moment, then took her hand and led her over to the bed, and sat down with her. She looked at her again, then smiled brightly.
“I thought you already knew what was going on, or didn’t you realize that Kyle had told me that you’d fucked him?” she said.
Randy nodded. “I kind of figured that he had said something to you. You’re approach was… familiar.”
“Yeah, I like talking dirty without using dirty words too. That way, if you’re wrong about the person you’re talking to, you can pass it off as a misunderstanding. I knew we’d get along as soon as I heard about your approach.” she grinned. “But you didn’t think it was unusual that a guy would tell his mother that he had fucked one of his teachers? Or that she would come on to you later?”
Randy nodded, but didn’t say anything. She waited for Tracy to continue.
“Then I guess I’m just going to have to spell the rest of it out for you.” she paused, gathering her thoughts, then continued. “Like I said, Lois and Susan are out by the pool. Well, about the boys I mentioned. Phil is Lois’s son, and Tim and Tom are Susan’s sons. They’re just home for the summer, they go to school back east. You already know about Kyle and me. But then again, I guess you don’t.”
“I still don’t want to believe that Kyle is your son! You don’t look old enough to have a son his age. I mean, I know Kyle’s over eighteen, how old are the others?”
“They’re all a little older than Kyle is. My baby is the baby in our little stud farm.”
Randy’s mouth dropped open, and Tracy reached over and closed it gently for her.
“So do you understand now? There’s four really nice cock’s out there for you, and if you don’t mind sharing them with their mother’s, you’re welcome to stay and have the time of your life. I’m betting that you’re going to stay, but if you don’t think you can handle it and want to leave, we won’t take it personally. You can still keep fucking Kyle of course, and I’d still like to do you myself.”
“Wow,” Randy said, staring at Tracy in disbelief. “This is a lot to take in. I’m going to need a minute to think about it.”
“No, you’re not.” Tracy said casually. “Stand up, Randy,”
“What?”
“I said, stand up. Come stand right here,” she said, pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of her. “Come on, get up. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The younger woman stood up, and stood where Tracy had told her too. Tracy put her hands on the insides of her knees, and forced them wider apart. Then she moved one hand up and cupped Randy’s furry pussy mound, sliding her middle finger up into her cream filled cunt chute. Randy’s pussy was sopping wet, and Tracy stroked her finger in and out of the juice soaked hole a few times, then pulled it out, and licked her finger clean.
“You’re staying.” she grinned up at her. “If you were going to leave, you’d already have your clothes on, and be running for the door.”
“You already know how big Kyle’s dick is. Well, Phil’s is just as big, and the other two are damned close! And Lois, Oh my god! She’s a little horny cunt lapper that’ll have you begging for more. And you already know I wanna dive on this juicy little muff. So what do you say we call Lois and Susan in here, and we can show you some of the different options you have, then get some of this fucking hair out the way?”
“They’re all as big as Kyle’s? Oh my god!” Randy giggled, a shiver of anticipation running through her. “You’re right, I’d be crazy to pass that up. But I’m not really sure I want to shave my pussy,” she said, running her fingers through the lush growth between her legs. “I like the way it feels when I play with myself!”
“No one said you had to shave it, hon.” Tracy laughed, going over and pushing the curtains aside, and sliding the patio door open. “Lois, Susan, would you two step in here for a minute? I want to introduce you to Randy.” She turned back to Randy and grinned. “I said we need to trim it back a little. Wait till you see Susan, you’ll see what I mean.”
Susan came through the sliding glass door, and held the curtain for Lois, then closed the door behind her.
“Lois, Susan, this is Randy. She’s one of Kyle’s instructors.” Tracy said lightly as they came into the room. “They had a… private conference the other day, and after Kyle told me about it, I thought she’d make a good addition to our little circle. And I know the boys are going to love her!”
Randy turned toward the two women, holding out her hand. “It’s nice to me… ” she began, but never got to finish her sentence.
“Oh my god! Look at that fucking bush!” Lois said shrilly. She fell to her knees, her face inches from Randy’s crotch, inspecting the profuse growth of Randy’s pussy hair closely. She was on her feet again almost immediately, pushing her back toward the bed. “Lay down and spread ‘em, honey! I gotta get a better look at the furry little beaver.”
Randy fell back on the bed, her legs flying up in the air. Before she even knew what was happening, Lois was on her knees in front of her, holding her legs up and apart with her forearms as her finger spread the fur fringed lips of her pussy apart.
Tracy burst out laughing, and Susan giggled into her hand as Lois pressed her face closer, then looked up at Randy. “And she’s already wet! What have you two been doing in here? Never mind, I don’t care. I just want a taste! Can I?”
Randy stared down at her, her own eyes wide. She nodded, and Lois dove in eagerly, her tongue lashing and lapping all around in her creamy cunt slice. Randy moaned, and pulled her legs up higher, holding them up with her hands, wanting to give Lois as much room as she could. “Oh fuck! You’re right Tracy!” she whimpered, dropping one hand onto Lois’s head, urging her up toward her clit. “I’ve never had anyone eat me out like this! She’s got me ready to cum already!”
Tracy stepped over and gave Lois a soft kick on one ass cheek, making her look up. Her face was covered in shiny girl cum, and she was breathing hard. “Sorry to interrupt, but I asked you in here so we can model our pussy doo’s for her, so she can see if she’d like something shorter down there.” She held her hand out to Lois, helping her up. “But what did you think? Did her hair get in the way? And more important, do you think the boys would like it like that?”