Goddam, the brunette's pussy felt good! I felt my werewolf cock going deep inside her tight, wet wonderland of pink pleasure. I grabbed her big, soft titties firmly in my furry hands and let her ride me as I sat there in the crowd, surrounded by hysterical women who had just been splattered by El Taquito's cum. The brunette looked lovingly into the eyeholes of my werewolf mask, her face smeared with El Taquito's semen. She was smiling sweetly as she bounced up and down on my cock faster and faster, grinding back and forth, pumping up and down as I let loose of breasts to let them flop all about. They were bashing me brutally and blissfully in the head as I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them with all my strength, never letting my eyes away from hers and what I first thought was just another fucking, just another day at the carnival with me getting a prime piece of piece was starting to seem like something quite different.

There was something deeper going on, something more significant and more meaningful. There was something about this babe's vagina that felt better than all the others I had fucked. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but the more the chick fucked me the more I felt myself becoming one with her, much like I did with the tacos in my new act. The sex took on a whole new significance, slowly transforming into "art" and I even felt the sainted touch of mysticism the way my cock fit into her wet vagina so perfectly, like with every up and down motion of her pussy upon my shaft we were communicating an unspoken language. Everything became a symbol, the cum on her face was not mine but it belonged to the whole world, it was the life that let loose from our sweet dangling, jiggling balls when we are faced with something so beautiful, a symbol of naked human bodies fucking and titties sweetly swinging so magestically that it is NOT ENOUGH to simply look at this presentation, this "pornography," and say, "Hmmmmm, that is really quite lovely, I shall write a thesis on it." It is not NEAR ENOUGH to say, "Wow, that is cool. I shall buy it and hang it on my wall." No, if the fucking between me and this brunette babe at the carnival that day were to have been filmed or if stills were taken it would not be ENOUGH to call it "art," no, the only acceptable thing to do is to recognize it for the mystical, sublimely symbolic event that it was and get out your cock and MASTURBATE to it, it was so beautiful, so real, so lovely and so right. It is in "werewolf porn" where I would find the highest art, the deepest significance and learn the most sublime lessons about life's subtle mysteries.

I couldn't figure out why her pussy felt so good until I noticed there was a soft, silky rubbing against my lower abdomen. I was so mesmerized by the cum covering her face, so in love with the gleam in her deep dark eyes that I began to lick El Taquito's semen from her face. With every lap of my tongue upon her cheeks, upon her nose and chin I tasted the sweet savory flavor of life's turmoil, its agony and its triumphs. The white gooey stains of life injected into a vagina to make a baby were even more gorgeous, more beautiful when they were splattered upon one of the most precious symbols known to humankind-- the visage of a beautiful woman.

It then revealed itself to me what was going on in my heart as the brunette let loose her arms from around me and leaned back, still grinding her vagina upon my throbbing cock. She rested her arms along the backs of the seats behind her, seeming to urge me to do a little more of the work. I looked down and saw it, her gorgeous furry jungle of curly, dark black pubic hairs that covered her vagina. She had a hairy pussy! I had heard of them but never seen one, let alone fucked one. I had heard that there was a golden age when women let their pussy hairs grow in tribute to the animal nature they had left behind. If they were going to hunt animals and kill animals and fucking EAT the poor creatures they evolved from the least they could do was grow a hairy bush over their vaginas in tribute and remembrance of the fur they so brutally skinned from these helpless creatures' hides.

So it was her hairy pussy-- the first hairy pussy I had ever fucked!-- that was triggering my primal consciousness of communal love, my deeper sense of being one with the wilderness as my cock plunged in and out of this wild hairy, sanctified temple where I would leave my spermicidal offering of gratitude. In an ecstatic frenzy I felt my soul expanding, my spiritual awareness growing by leaps and bounds as I grabbed the girl's hands and lifted her up. I stood up and took this gorgeous hairy creature in my arms, placed my strong werewolf hands underneath her ass cheeks while she wrapped her arms tightly around me and we FUCKED while standing up amidst the crowd of semen soaked women, simultaneously like the beasts were once were and the respectful, evolved angels we would someday be but for now we could at least be SYMBOLS OF HOPE for a brighter day when people could let their hair grow, let their pubic hairs flow around their gorgeous glowing genitals!-- let it stretch up their bellies, growing like a garden of grace down their inner thighs as they fuck and they suck, knowing that having intercourse with one another in the midst of a crowd or in pictures or on film for all to see is the most fitting tribute we can make to the animals we can be so cruel to, the helpless creatures we chew up and take into our bellies. It is in pornography, specifically in hairy werewolf porn, where we can most effectively pay artistic tribute to our animal nature and still be beautiful unlike other inferior methods such as going to war, commiting acts of violence or preying upon the weak for our own selfish gain.

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