Hairy or Smooth

“Baby, that was amazing,” Mike grunted as he rolled off Sandra, hairy chest sweating, dick dripping.

Sandra smiled, her eyes half-closed. She did enjoy the fucking and she did love Mike. They’d been an item for almost three months now, and Sandra thought that this would go on for a while as well. Eventually, she thought, she would reach orgasm. Eventually. But for now she was dry down there which had caused her more pain than pleasure with Mike pounding her pussy. Now all she had was Mike’s cum seeping out onto her inner thighs.

Only if… Sandra tried to push the thought away. But she couldn’t. She glanced sideways at her naked boyfriend, at his heaving and sweating hairy chest. Only if he didn’t have so much chest hair! Sandra had seen pictures of naked men and she had always enjoyed looking at smooth-chested guys, unlike her hairy Mike. Surprisingly, images of smooth-chested men had always made her wet, almost reaching down between her thighs, almost masturbating.

Sandra rolled over onto her belly, placed a hand on Mike’s chest, running her fingers through the hair. She was thinking that she ought to love this in her man, the body hair. It was so masculine, wasn’t it? Still, she couldn’t shut the smooth chest image out of her head. She ran her thumb and forefinger round one of Mike’s nipples. Suddenly, the image of the smooth man-chest vanished to be replaced by Jane’s round boobs.

Sandra silently moaned and shivered violently and immediately grabbed Mike’s semi-hard dick, squeezing her eyes shut, her heart beats racing.

“Fuck me again, Mike,” she whispered, trembling, trying to force the smooth man-chest and the round woman-boobs out of her mind. Perhaps, Mike’s fat cock ramming her pussy might exorcise those images from her head.

Mike didn’t need an invitation as his cock hardened in Sandra’s palm. He mounted her from behind and they fucked. Mike came hard; Sandra didn’t.

Later that evening, the two lovers sat around the kitchen table in Mike’s apartment sharing a piece of blueberry cheesecake and coffee, both naked, both exhausted from the rounds of sex they just had.

“You know, Mike,” Sandra smiled, swallowing the cake and sipping on the hot coffee. “You are such an amazing lover, but if only you didn’t have so much hair on your chest.”

“Whaggg?” Mike said, his mouth full. He gulped the cheesecake down. “What was that?”

“I mean, baby, I know that the hair is a sign of real manhood and all, except… except that…” Sandra couldn’t tell her lover what was really on her mind.

“Except what, Sandy?” Mike gazed at his girl. “You don’t like the hair on my chest? I thought it turned you on.”

“You turn me on like crazy, lover boy,” Sandra smiled coyly, “but the chest hair can sometimes distract from the hot sex that you give me.”

“If you are insinuating that I should shave my chest hair, girl,” Mike smirked as he sipped coffee, “dream on.” He ran a hand suggestively into the hair patch in the middle of his chest. “I would never wanna look like Ron from the gym.”

“Ron? You friend from work?” Sandra remembered Ronald, a hot guy, tall and slim. Did he have a smooth chest? Her “underthing” quivered.

“Yea. His chest is as smooth as a baby’s bottom,” Mike laughed. “Seen him work out in the gym.”

“Oh,” Sandra said, not daring to say anything for fear of revealing the reaction to this information as the image of the smooth-chested man in the picture jumped back into her head. Now she could also see in her mind’s eye beads of sweat running down the smooth skin. She started to feel wetness down there.

Slowly, she rose and moved over to Mike, pulled his chair back, and sat in his lap, his limp dick pressed into her buttocks. It only took her a couple of wiggles on the cock to start it rising. Mike’s hands instinctively went for her boobs. He fondled the nipples, cupped the breasts, squeezed and licked the side of her neck. She raised her butt, grabbed Mike’s now-hard cock and sat viciously on it. Mike grunted out loud as she rode the cock hard and fast, with vengeance, unable to erase the sweating smooth chest or Jane’s round and firm boobs from her head.

It took Mike a few minutes to explode into the wet vagina, holding Sandra’s boobs tight with both hands. Behind Sandra’s eyes, however, was still the image of the smooth chest and the large breasts and she orgasmed like a fountain, her juices running down onto Mike’s hairy thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” Mike grunted as Sandra slowly picked herself up, Mike’s cock sliding out of the wet pussy, covered with his cum and Sandra’s juice. “Fucking amazing.” He sounded not only satiated but also proud at the way his fucking made Sandra come so vehemently, he thought, even without the foreplay.

Sandra walked out of the kitchen on shaky legs and went into the bathroom and under the shower. She was thinking, now that her sexual desires were sated, about the reason why she couldn’t drive the smooth chest and boobs images away during the hard fucking her man was giving her. Which was it that she craved, she asked herself. The smooth chest or the round boobs? Ronald or Jane? Or both? The hot water hit her naked body. She had to explore, she thought, as she slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed.

“Mike,” Sandra said as she came back into the kitchen where her lover was slouching and reading some kind of report from work, “Mike, darling, why don’t we start to entertain?”

“Um,” Mike grunted, still looking at the report.

“I mean, we could invite someone, a friend, you know, someone you like. We could have him over for something, drinks, cheese bits, you know. It would be very nice, don’t you think?”

“Uhuh,” Mike said, not wanting to be distracted by Sandra’s post-sex babbling.

Sandra moved behind Mike and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed the side of his neck and ran her fingers down his hairy chest.

Mike looked up and around. “You’re feeling quite frisky tonight, baby,” he smirked. “Looks like you want more?”

Sandra did want more. But she wanted to feel smooth skin under her fingers, hard nipples, round boobs. “How about inviting your friend Ron from work, since you said you go to gym together also?”

“Hmm,” Mike thought: now she needs to feel like a hosting woman; damn! All women like to feel that way. What the fuck. He hoped that this wouldn’t be the start of the end of his bachelorhood. At 26, he was far from thinking about some lasting commitment such as marriage. But he had to give in, he pondered. After all, Ron was a nice chap and Sandra was a great fuck that he didn’t want to lose. No harm in having the guy over. “Sure, honey. I’ll ask Ron over for drinks. I’m seeing him tomorrow in the gym.”

“Perfect, Mikey,” Sandra kissed his neck again. “I’ll prepare little somethings to go with the drinks. And…” she hesitated.

“And?” Mike grunted.

“If Ron is available, maybe we could later call Jane over?”

“You tryin’ to be a match-maker, hon?” Mike asked, smiling. He also liked Jane, but in a sort of a different way from how he liked Ron. Actually, he liked Jane’s boobs, round and firm and filling her bikini swim suit, that time they had been to the beach. He had no inkling that his girlfriend was aching for women’s boobs and men’s smooth skin for herself.

“Aw, baby, nothing wrong with romance and love,” Sandra cooed.

“Wanna fuck now?” Mike smirked as his cock erected to Sandra’s hands on his bare chest and her fingers fondling his nipples. As well as the image of Jane’s boobs vivid in his head.

Sandra giggled. Mike rose, bent her over the kitchen table, and fucked her, with the image of the firm, round boobs filling both their minds.

Sandra’s heart pounded as she started to prepare the canapés for the evening. The images of the man with the smooth chest, the woman boobs, Ron’s handsome face, and Mike’s thick and hard cock interposed on each other in her mind, fast-forwarding and in slow motion alternating, teasing, confusing, teasing some more. She felt the wetness between her thighs.

Mike and Ron walked into the apartment, back from the gym.

“Sandra, baby, Ron is here,” Mike called as the two men walked into the living room.

Sandra came in from the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel and smiling. “Oh, hello. Nice to have you over, Ron.”

And yes, Ron was as handsome as she remembered, except now Sandra’s eyes glanced down the man’s chest to see him wearing a low-cut v-shirt under his nylon sports jacket. Immediate wetness between her thighs.

Mike tossed down his sack and guided Ron in. “Feel at home, buddy. I’ll get the drinks. What will you have?”

Ron’s eyes followed Mike’s body as he walked over to the portable bar in the corner. Mike looked a man, a real man. Ron had admired the masculinity of Mike’s physique in the gym, his hairy chest, the bulge in his shorts. When Mike had asked him to come over for drinks, he thought he had scored and was looking forward for some steaming action. But now? Sandra? Why were all the hot men straight, he pondered in disappointment?

“A scotch will be fine, if you have some,” Ron croaked.

Sandra couldn’t keep her eyes off Ron. Now the v-neck shirt was added to the images in her head. The smoothness of the revealed part of Ron’s chest sent shivers down her spine. Oh, dear God, the wetness again. She rushed into the kitchen to get the snacks.

“Scotch it is,” Mike said, pouring two glasses and bringing them over, handing one to Ron and sitting on the couch next to him. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Ron said smiling. “Thanks for asking me over. This is nice,” he said trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

Ron’s eyes moved around the living room, noticing it as a bachelor’s pad rather than a married man’s house with the woman touch. His eyes rested fleetingly on his friend’s thighs and legs through his shorts, and up at the pronounced bulge. He felt quivers in his balls. Damn! Those fuckingly sexy straight guys, he thought with lust.

“Here you go boys,” Sandra said placing plates of snacks on the center table. “You must be famished after your workout.”

Ron reached for a canape, his v-shirt revealing more smooth skin, and Sandra couldn’t stop her hands from shaking.

“This is very good, Sandra. You make these things yourself?” Ron smiled as he chewed.

“Y… y…es,” Sandra stammered.

The three sat down to their drinks and chats. Throughout, Mike was nonchalant and macho, Sandra was a little flippant and after the second glass of chilled white wine her eyes alternated between Ron’s exposed skin and Mike’s bulge, and Ron sat getting more and more frustrated and tormented by this alpha male sitting so close next to him, exuding testosterone and maleness, torturing him, so near yet so unreachable, as the alcohol began to have its effect in loosening prohibitions in all three of them.  

Initial laughter quickly turned into flirtations as the drinks disappeared one after the other. Sandra was on her fourth, or fifth, or sixth glass of wine. She wasn’t really counting as she was more absorbed in drinking in the smooth skin and the bulging crotch. Mike broke another bottle of scotch. Everyone was having loads of fun, as if the couple had known Ron for a long time.

“Sandra was sayin’,” Mike blurted out, laughing, “that I have too much chest hair.”

Sandra giggled covering her mouth and glancing at Ron’s revealed chest. “I did not!” she lied.

“You did too,” Mike insisted. “But Ron, here, is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

Ron blushed. Sandra’s bleary eyes grew wider. The man actually blushed.

“Wanna compare?” Mike glared at Sandra as he started to undo his shirt.

“Oh, Mike, please, no, Mike, you’ve had too much to drink,” Sandra said, giggling.

Ron sat frozen watching his friend reveal his hairy chest.

“There,” Mike exclaimed raising his glass. “A man’s chest!” He turned towards Rob. “Ok, friend, let’s show the lady. She would be the judge.”

“B…b…ut Mike,” Ron stammered blushing even more and feeling a decided tingle down in his balls.

“No buts,” Mike laughed insisting. “Take it off, buddy.”

Sandra’s eyes couldn’t grow any wider as Ron slowly, ever so slowly, took off his jacket and then slid his v-shirt over his head. Sure enough, Ron’s chest was smooth. There were a few wispy hairs around the nipples, and showing below his belly button, a trail of light brown hair disappeared into his shorts.

Mike stood up pulling Ron by the hand and both men faced Sandra. Sandra pressed her legs tight as the wetness started to flow between her thighs. The two men stood half naked in front of her. Ron with his beautiful smooth chest and Mike with his hairy but toned torso as well as his bulging crotch.

 “I can’t tell,” Sandra snickered. Pressing her legs together harder. “You men are both so handsome to me.”

“Oh?” Mike said with some disappointment. “Really? Well, woman, maybe you need further proof of manliness?”

Fuck, Ron thought, his knees going weak, as Mike started to pull down his shorts. There was no way he could just stand there looking at Mike’s penis without dropping to his knees and gobbling it all down his throat.

“What are you doing, Mike?” Sandra squealed, covering her face with both hands, body shaking.

Mike reached and pulled her hands away from her eyes. “As if you haven’t seen this before.”

Ron was almost delirious as he gazed at Mike’s crotch, the cut cock limp, covering loose and hairy balls, and he estimated somewhere between 4 and 4.5 inches. His own cock had already half-erected. Mike was pressing him to show!

With a grunt, face beet-red, Ron pulled down his shorts.

Sandra gasped.

Ron’s cock was half-erected at 7 inches in the least. Mike also stared, flabbergasted. His own penis was still limp. He knew he could grow up to eight thick inches when hard, and he was proud of his endowment. But he had never imagined that his buddy, Ron, with his smooth baby-bottom chest, could be as hung as this. Ron erected. Mike gazed. Estimate: 10? Ten and a half? Shit and Fuck. That couldn’t be normal, could it. No way, no how!

Mike’s eyes turned towards Sandra. His girl’s eyes were wide and glazed, her mouth open, almost drooling, her hands gripping her crotch and rubbing.

“Fuck, woman!” Mike snarled. “It’s NOT the size, it’s the hairiness!” he growled.

“Oh,” Sandra croaked. “I’m sorry. I’m being crass. Excuse me.” She ran out of the room overturning the chair she was sitting on, as the orgasm hit her and the fluids ran down her thighs.

Mike turned to Ron, who was still standing frozen, his cock pointing up at an angle, a throbbing man toll of ten hard inches.

“Damn, bro, that’s one big fucker you got,” Mike finally exhaled.

Ron turned to Mike and slowly reached for the limp cock, gripping it and pulling gently on it.

Mike grunted. “What the fuck, Ron?” But he didn’t move away as his flaccid penis started to harden inside Ron’s hand. Ron stroked slowly, gently, relentlessly, holding Mike’s eyes with his own. Mike moaned. Also, ever so slowly, Mike reached and tentatively fisted Ron’s monster cock. The two men held each other’s cock, both moaning, gazing at each other.

This was what Sandra saw when she walked back into the living room.

“Mike? Ron?” Sandra managed to say in a whisper.

Immediately, Mike and Ron let go of the hard cocks they were fisting and quickly pulled up their shorts.

“Just checking sizes, honey,” Mike said, trying to laugh the whole scene away.

“Shit, I’m so drunk,” Ron plopped down on the couch.

“You can’t drive,” Sandra said. “That’s for sure. Ron, you can spend the night here.”

Mike glared at Sandra. This was his place not hers. Still, Ron was his friend and he did look wasted, and Mike was in no shape to drive him back to his place.

“I can crash here on the couch,” Ron was able to say, his head swooning from the alcohol but more from the feeling in his hand of Mike’s cock erecting and stretching his grip with its thickness.

“No, man,” Mike said, proving to himself that he was the host. “Our bed is pretty wide for the three of us.”

Sandra couldn’t believe her ears. Neither could Ron.

“You mean…” Sandra and Ron said at the same time.

Mike nodded.

Three naked bodies slid under the cool sheets. Three totally horned bodies, but each with his/her own craving: Sandra for Ron’s smooth chest and Mike’s cock, Mike for Sandra’s boobs and wet pussy and a little for Ron’s huge dick, and Ron exclusively for Mike’s cock and ass.

The three naked, horned bodies inched closer and closer to each other. And they became one heap of groaning, moaning, grunting meat. Mike lay on top of Sandra, thrusting into her as she stretched her neck to get to Ron’s lips. Her hand rubbed Ron’s smooth chest and she felt Ron’s cock pressed between her and Mike’s hips. Mike’s thrusting squeezed and rubbed on Ron’s cock and Mike felt the heat and size of his friend.

Ron kissed Mike.

Under other circumstances, Mike would have punched Ron in the face. But now he returned the kiss deep, tonguing, as he thrust harder into Sandra. Ron broke the kiss and squatted behind the fucking couple, his hand on Mike’s hairy butt, moving with it as Mike fucked.

Keeping his hand on Mike’s butt, gripping it, Ron leaned down under and found Mike’s balls with his mouth. Mike grunted, almost screamed, as he felt the wetness and warmth of Ron’s mouth on his balls and around the base of his cock. He pulled half-way out of Sandra’s pussy and let Ron lick and suck on the exposed half of his thick cock shaft. Ron licked and slurped upwards, reaching Sandra’s pussy lips. Sandra gave a high ululating pig-like squeal and orgasmed, and orgasmed, and orgasmed.

As soon as Mike felt the heat of Sandra’s fluids on his cock and in his crotch, and as her cunt muscles pulsed around his cock, he exploded inside her. Ron swallowed and sucked and licked, as his balls emptied onto his own smooth chest gallons of semen without even touching himself.

They lay back, heaving, sweating, totally exhausted.

“Oh, my God,” Sandra finally broke the silence. She slid closer to Ron, running her hand over his smooth, glistening chest. Mike spooned Ron from the other side, his slimy cock pressed onto Ron’s firm butt. Ron almost fainted.

Sandra reached down and stroked Ron’s dick as Mike humped his butt. The erections in the men returned with force, the wetness in the woman splashed out of her pussy like a fountain. She was amazed at how Mike was humping Ron. Not hesitating, she moved round and guided Mike’s hard cock between Ron’s butt cheeks. With his own cum and Sandra’s juices, Mike’s cock slid into Ron’s ass ring, stretching, forcing entry.

Ron screamed at the invasion, his body on fire, feeling the man rod ram deep into his insides. He’d been fucked in the ass before, but not by such a thick cock as Mike’s. Sandra pressed herself onto him, his cock throbbing between her boobs.

Mike fucked, slowly and deeply. The man tunnel engulfing his hard cock felt amazingly tight. The clamping of Ron’s ring around his cock shaft was so much more exhilarating than Sandra’s wet pussy. His fucking soon turned fierce, and he cummed with an incredible force, his grunts loud enough to wake up the dead.

Sandra slid down and took Ron’s hard dick into her mouth, aware of Mike’s ejaculating grunts. Ron moaned, tears running down his face cheeks as he felt Mike’s semen fill his ass and Mike’s thick cock flex inside him.

When Mike pulled out of Ron’ ass, he gently pushed Sandra off Ron’s cock and replaced her with his own mouth, swallowing and gagging as the huge cock raped his throat. Sandra was licking Rob’s chest, biting on the nipples, tasting the cum that he had splashed all over it a few minutes before.

Ron felt Mike’s fluid seep out of his ass and Mike’s wet mouth gulping down on his cock. His eruption was volcanically vicious.

“First time I eat cum,” Mike snickered as the three lay on the bed next to each other, gloriously exhausted. “First time I fuck ass, too,” he added, raising an eyebrow and looking at Ron.

“First time I get vacuum-sucked,” Ron put in, also laughing.

“Not the first time you got fucked?” Sandra asked.

“Oh, baby, Sandy, Ron is gay,” Mike said, as if it was so obvious.

Sandra looked at Ron unbelievingly. This beautiful male specimen with the cock of cocks was gay? No way! But he did get fucked in the ass a few moments ago!

Ron nodded, smiling, content.

Sandra scratched her head and turned to Mike with a meaningful smiling, and winked.

“Your idea of having friends over for drinks, baby? Awesome,” Mike winked back.

“Maybe we can ask more friends,” Sandra snickered, the image of Jane and Jane’s boobs popping into her mind.

“Jane?” Mike suggested, also the image of Jane’s boobs in the swim bikini popped into his mind.

Two evenings later. Jane joined the three, and they became four, ending up on the wide bed. No one could tell who was doing what, to whom, and with what. All that can be said was that Mike’s cock, Jane’s boobs, Sandra’s pussy and Ronald’s ass received the workout of a lifetime. Moans and groans, grunts and gasps, exclamations, yells, screams and shouts, all filled the bedroom and resounded with an atmosphere of libidinous lust.

And so it was, the straight Mike turned to bisexual, fucking both pussy, boobs and man ass, the gay Ron got fucked by his dream man and sucked by his man’s girlfriend and her friend, the confused Sandra got treated with cock, boobs and tongue to full orgasmic satiation, and the flabbergasted straight Jane received both male and female attention to her own orgasmic satisfaction.

Straight, bi, gay, lesbian, all were labels. Who the fuck cared?