Yesterday I was going through some old things and I came across an envelope that was filled with something soft, so I opened it. My eyes became a little watery as I saw that it was filled with the pubic hairs of one of my lost loves, veronica, who died a few years ago. I reached into the envelope and pulled out the hairs which were all intertwined within one another, forming a big gnarled clump of pussy hair goodness; they were nice, curly black pubes, just as I remembered them, and when I put them up to my nose I could still smell Veronica's hairy taco.
What a hairy pussy Veronica had! Her furry beaver was so covered with hair; it was like a pillow, so soft and I liked to rest my cheek between her legs as she spread them for me on moonlit evenings. The lunar light would shine into our bedroom as the smell of her aromatic vagina emitted from between her thighs in such a wonderful way that, when I awoke it smelled better to me than the smell of crisp, frying bacon in the morning or a steaming cup of fresh coffee to wake up to.
I always woke up to the smell of a hairy pussy back then; the musky, wet touch of Veronica's pubic hairs rubbed against my cheek then soon they pressed against the front of my face once my sleepy eyes awoke because I always had a hairy taco for breakfast. I'd begin to lap up Veronica's pussy, rubbing my nose against her full, heaving bush and licking her clit while sticking a slimy finger inside her sopping wet vagina. "Oh, Taco, please put your werewolf mask on and fuck my hairy pussy!" Veronica would say once my oral treatment of her vaginal vortex reached its peak and she was wet enough for a tinier man to take a swim within her sweet, pink taco of furry festive good fortune.
I'd hurry off the bed just for a moment and I'd walk over to my dresser drawer where I kept all of my werewolf gear. My cock was so hard as it stuck out from between my legs, so thick and hard as it protruded from amidst my own thick bush of brown, curly pubes as I put the wooly, hairy brown werewolf mask on over my head, sticking my tongue out through the mouth hole as I put my werewolf gloves on. I would claw out to Veronica, making all sorts of vicious gestures toward her with my hands as I pretended to rip the air before me to shreds. I hissed and growled while Veronica giggled and it wasn't long before I was back on the bed with her, on top of her, with my cock buried deep inside her furry beaver.
I would have my menacing werewolf face right in her own face as I lapped at her nose like a puppy, growling fiercely as my cock went inside her; in and out; in and out. Veronica loved being fucked by a werewolf who grew his own body hair to honor her hairy taco. And when our pubic hairs collided with every thrust of my prick inside her there was no better sort of communion between lovers.
"Your hairy taco is so tight today, my love," I'd say, "how will we be able to fit in anything but the meat? What of the lettuce? What of the cheese? What of the tomato?"
"The tomatoes can wait! Just put that meat of yours inside my shell!" Veronica screeched as I did just that, fucking her senseless, so hard, and Veronica shouted out so loud that the golden sun shining in through our bedroom window nearly scared itself into thinking it was the moon, bowing down to the cacophany of sweat, fur and the sour cream of succulent cum that only a werewolf and his werewoman could conjure by their making such pubic-hair-possessed and pungent love.
But Veronica is dead now. How did that happen? Well, one day I came home from my job as a porn store janitor. I was whistling a song, so happy because usually the first thing I did when I walked in the door was put my mop and broom in the closet, pull out my cock and, with a howling hardon walk into the bedroom where Veronica would always be on the bed with her legs spread, her hairy taco spread wide for me to feast and fuck upon. But this day was different-- it would turn out to be a dark day full of hirsute horrors!
There Veronica was, naked on the bed as usual. She smiled at me and blew a kiss to my cock which immediately became totally limp once i realized what I saw. Veronica's face went blank and sour when she bore witness to my countenance. I was horrified as the blood flushed from my face, leaving it a ghastly pale behind my werewolf mask; the blood ran backwards from my hardon and sank down to my feet. It felt like I couldn't move, like my legs were made of lead and someone extremely evil, wretched and unfeeling had nailed my feet to the floor. I saw Veronica's large, soft titties hanging from side to side as she lied on her back; they were nice, bulbous titties with large dark nipples which I largely ignored during our relationship I was so obsessed with her hairy twat and so delirious was I over the fixation I had with the hair that covered her taco, surrounded her pink sailing ship with fuzz which was no longer there! Veronica had shaven her pussy! Her taco was no longer hairy; I gazed upon a smooth, pale intersection of skin between her legs that had a thin, dark slit in the middle of it that opened up slightly to reveal her meaty, dripping bare outer labia which I witnessed in their total nakedness for the first time.
It was the first time I'd ever seen Veronica's naked pussy slit! The light reflecting off her bald vagina nearly blinded me. The sun shone in and smothered her bald, shaven snatch as I hissed and cried out as if Veronica's bald pussy were garlic; or a crucifix; or god forbid, wolfsbane, and I fell to my knees, putting my fluffy furry face into my cupped werewolf hands and said with a broken, cracked angry voice, "What did you do to your pussy, Veronica? Your taco isn't hairy anymore."
"I shaved it, baby," Veronica said, shocked by my reaction and by my limp wolfman penis. "I thought I'd try something different and it was getting kind of itchy, growing on my inner thighs and stuff. Don't worry, I can always grow it back."
I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked in melancholy at Veronica's bald pussy slit again and cursed to myself that it now looked just like a litttle girl's pussy, smooth and hairless and soft and it made me so sick to my stomach that I buckled over, falling to the carpet floor and just remained there on my knees for a few minutes, breathing heavily as my melancholy quickly transformed into a slow, fuming rage. All Veronica and I had done was in the name of her body hair, in praise of her furry pussy and we had sat up late so many nights eating tacos as we giggled to one another, crunching into the shells while I moaned in ecstasy, both of us knowing what the tacos and my werewolf mask symbolized-- my love for Veronica's hairy fucking taco. Now that I had witnessed her so uncaringly, nonchalantly shaving her pubes and pissing it all away, all that our relationship symbolized and snipping the hairs of the thread that held our hearts together, wrapped our souls into one crunchy, juicy crispy delicious hairball of Mexican food goodness and fish-smelling, fresh gaping tight vagina, I didn't know to do. I still don't know exactly what I did that night, only that after it was over Veronica was no more.
I just remember waking up the next morning to find her immobile body lying next to me. Bits of fresh, green lettuce hung out between her cold, dead lavender lips and bits of tomato were in her hair. Her breasts were smeared with salsa and her hairless, smooth vagina was covered up in a mound of fresh, crunchy nacho cheese tortilla chips. Round chunks of jalapeno peppers were stuck inside of her eyes and all about her body were splattered splotches of thick white sour cream as I lied there on my back, my werewolf mask still on as I stared at the ceiling and wondered what went wrong. I then realized I was lying atop a wet, greasy pile of taco-seasoned hamburger, ground chunks of beef that smeared my back and covered my skinny, smooth hairless ass. Quickly, I jumped out of the bed and tried frigging my dick to get it hard as I stared at Veronica's body and wept, realizing I had somehow killed her. Then with a flaccid, dangling penis I drew the curtains open, nearly blinded by the light of the unforgiving sun while I began to howl at this sun, this golden, glowing orb in the sky which seemed to be damning me, cursing me to crave hairy tacos the rest of my days, to prance about in a werewolf mask forever unsatiated as I had already been doing for years.
"I shaved it, baby," Veronica said, shocked by my reaction and by my limp wolfman penis. "I thought I'd try something different and it was getting kind of itchy, growing on my inner thighs and stuff. Don't worry, I can always grow it back."
I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked in melancholy at Veronica's bald pussy slit again and cursed to myself that it now looked just like a litttle girl's pussy, smooth and hairless and soft and it made me so sick to my stomach that I buckled over, falling to the carpet floor and just remained there on my knees for a few minutes, breathing heavily as my melancholy quickly transformed into a slow, fuming rage. All Veronica and I had done was in the name of her body hair, in praise of her furry pussy and we had sat up late so many nights eating tacos as we giggled to one another, crunching into the shells while I moaned in ecstasy, both of us knowing what the tacos and my werewolf mask symbolized-- my love for Veronica's hairy fucking taco. Now that I had witnessed her so uncaringly, nonchalantly shaving her pubes and pissing it all away, all that our relationship symbolized and snipping the hairs of the thread that held our hearts together, wrapped our souls into one crunchy, juicy crispy delicious hairball of Mexican food goodness and fish-smelling, fresh gaping tight vagina, I didn't know to do. I still don't know exactly what I did that night, only that after it was over Veronica was no more.
I just remember waking up the next morning to find her immobile body lying next to me. Bits of fresh, green lettuce hung out between her cold, dead lavender lips and bits of tomato were in her hair. Her breasts were smeared with salsa and her hairless, smooth vagina was covered up in a mound of fresh, crunchy nacho cheese tortilla chips. Round chunks of jalapeno peppers were stuck inside of her eyes and all about her body were splattered splotches of thick white sour cream as I lied there on my back, my werewolf mask still on as I stared at the ceiling and wondered what went wrong. I then realized I was lying atop a wet, greasy pile of taco-seasoned hamburger, ground chunks of beef that smeared my back and covered my skinny, smooth hairless ass. Quickly, I jumped out of the bed and tried frigging my dick to get it hard as I stared at Veronica's body and wept, realizing I had somehow killed her. Then with a flaccid, dangling penis I drew the curtains open, nearly blinded by the light of the unforgiving sun while I began to howl at this sun, this golden, glowing orb in the sky which seemed to be damning me, cursing me to crave hairy tacos the rest of my days, to prance about in a werewolf mask forever unsatiated as I had already been doing for years.
