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The Substitute
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I pulled into the driveway, but before I could get out of the car and go to the door she came out. As I watched her walk toward the car I thought, and not for the first time, about how young, fresh, beautiful and innocent she looked. She opened the car door and slid in beside me, giving me a big beautiful smile, "Let's go. You don't want to be late," she said as I put the car in reverse and backed out of her driveway. I couldn’t get over how good Gwen looked as she ran her hand through her long dark hair. I felt my cheeks flush as I took the long shapely legs protruding from in her denim short-shorts and her pert breasts pressing against her green tube top.
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As we headed back to my house I considered the chain of events that ended up putting Gwen on the seat next to me. My wife Darla had been called away due to an illness in her family. She’d only planned to be gone for three maybe four days, tops. But two weeks had passed and she wasn't back yet. This had posed a small problem for me. The monthly poker game that I held at my place was going to take place before Darla was going to be able to get back. This meant that I would have no one to play the part of hostess, which meant, in turn, that I would not be able to play much because I would have to see to the refreshments, and in general, be a good host. I was moaning the blues about this to Philip when he said he might just have a solution to my problem. He was going back to Michigan to take care of some legal matters pertaining to his father's estate, but Gwen was going to stay home. He said she would probably be glad to act as hostess for me just to get her out of the house and give her something to do. Philip had mentioned it to her that evening and she’d immediately called me and told me that she would love to do play hostess for me.
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By 7p.m. we had all the food prepared, the beer on ice, and the chips and dip put out. By 7:30 all the players had arrived and been introduced to Gwen and had been warned to be on their best behavior. I didn't want to have to make any explanations to her husband. By 8-the game was in full swing and I had won three out of the first seven hands so I was looking forward to a good night. Since the stakes were a quarter, half, and dollar; a limit of three raises, and dealer names the game, I wasn't going to get rich. But it wasn't about the money anyway, it was about who would have the bragging rights at work the next week.
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By 10-I was comfortably ahead and in that mood that good poker players learn to recognize and to control, where you think your luck is on a roll and you want to bet on everything. I was paying real close attention to my play so I wasn't aware that Gwen had been drinking quite a bit and was getting pretty tipsy, but the other guys had noticed. By the time I found out what was going on, it was too late. It was normal at our games for guys to get up, go take a whiz, and then come back, sit out a few hands and kibitz, so I had not been paying any attention to the comings and goings of the other guys. It wasn't until about 11-when I got up to go to the bathroom that I passed by the bedroom door and thought that I heard some low moans. Naturally I looked in. Gwen was naked, lying on her back, legs spread and pointing at the ceiling and Kurt was between them and fucking her for all he was worth.
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To show the strange twists and turns your mind will take when under stress, my first thought was, does every woman shave her pussy these days? It seems to be a trend. Girls who shave their pussy will tell you that it's not, that it's a personal choice that just suits them. Guys will tell you the same thing, that they just ‘prefer’ a shaved woman for a variety of reasons.
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But the thing is, 20-years ago when Darla and I were courting hardly anyone shaved their pussy. The hair was allowed to flourish naturally. Shaving then was seen as a fetish thing. There was the occasional porno mag which featured shaved women and that was it. Most everyone had a bush.
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This has been the same throughout history. It's not as if people haven't had the ability to shave themselves, or as if they have never considered the option. The fact is, left to their own devices without trends and peer pressure; humans prefer genitals with pubic hair. You look at any nude through the ages, hairy pussies. There are sites now that feature old hardcore porn from the 20's and 30's. Nobody was shaved.
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When you think about it, why would they? Sexual attraction is a huge part of evolution, maybe one of the most important. And through the ages we've evolved to be attracted to that bush, especially the men. Pubic hair has a biological function for sexual attraction. It holds and sends out important pheromone smells which humans find sexually stimulating. Not only that, it's a visual cue so that we can identify who's sexually mature and who's not. Of course we don't really need such a visual cue to know this any more, but we still have the brain circuitry that makes us attracted to such cues.
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The fact remains that pubic hair is a large part of sexual attraction and there is no way in the world that large proportions of the population would choose to shave it off of their own free will unless they were affected by peer pressure. It's just one of those stupid things, really. The unseen forces of the mob take over and before you know it, people feel like they're sexually disadvantaged unless they do it too.
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I usually find that the kind of girl that shaves her pubic hair is the kind of girl that is easily affected by social pressure and trends. The same kind of girl that feels that she has to get tattoos or piercing to be considered ‘sexy.’ I can't think of a bigger turn off than a pierced tongue, nipple, navel or lip, or a tattoo on the ass or the back. The sight of a girl with all of these things does absolutely nothing for me whatsoever. She could be stood in front of me, buck naked, beautiful face, great body, great breasts, and I would have absolutely no desire to have sex with her at all. My brain isn't programmed to feel aroused by the sight of these things and so I don't.
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I suppose all this rambling about pubic hair would be of interest to some, but I realized that it was just mindless rambling to distract my mind from the real problem, that Philip was going to be pissed when he found out about Kurt fucking Gwen.
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"Shit!” I though, “This was all my fault. I should have been paying closer attention and done whatever needed to be done to keep this from happening." I should have known it would happen because it was what always happened when Darla played hostess, in fact, it is why Darla played hostess. She loved to fuck and it gave her a big thrill to send all of the guys home with their tails between their legs. I had not warned the guys that Gwen was not Darla's replacement in all things, but then why should I have. I had no idea that Gwen would allow this to happen. I couldn’t really blame the guys for wanting to fuck Gwen. she was almost too cute for words. She was very petite, with straight, shiny hair, so bark that it was almost blue-black. Her amazing breasts were plush and full, not too large. They were just big enough to tempt a guy with their luscious softness. Well, it was too late to do anything about it now so I went on down the hall to the bathroom. On my way back I looked in the bedroom again. Kurt was gone, but Tyler had taken his place. As he pounded into her, Gwen turned her head in my direction and her eyes met mine. But they didn't see me. They were too filled with lust.
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Like a car wreck, I was unable to look away. As I watched in total fascination, Gwen spread her legs even wider and grabbed his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She cried out as Tyler pounded her. Her high pitched-pitched squeal caused me to smile as I watch his cock move in and out of her slick pussy. Somehow Gwen’s long legs were up over Tyler’s shoulders and she was moaning and grunting in time to his powerful thrusts. Tyler was pounding her methodically, ramming his cock all the way in, slowly pulling it almost it almost all the way out. And then slamming it back in so hard that their flesh made slapping sounds as their bodies connected.
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When I got back to the table, of course I started losing. I couldn’t keep my mind off the scene in my bedroom, the look on Gwen's face and in her eyes. I couldn’t concentrate on the cards, instead I was acutely aware of every time someone got up from the table and headed down the hall. I have no idea how many made that trip before I became aware of what was happening, but I knew exactly how many went after. Everyone at the table, except for me, and there were seven of us, made the trip twice, three went three times, and both Tyler and Kurt went four times. I finally gave up and threw in my cards. I went into the kitchen, fixed myself a stiff drink, walked back to the table to watch the play, but my mind stayed in that damn bedroom down the hall. I resisted as long as I could, but eventually I found myself walking down the hall.
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Inside the room Gwen was on her knees and Wes had her by the hips and was fucking her from behind. As he pounded into her, she was throwing her head from side to side and in a low, almost guttural voice crying, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh god please fuck me." I just stood there and watched as Wes did his best to oblige. Nick came in and when he saw that I was only watching he unzipped and walked over to present his cock to Gwen's mouth. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and eagerly sucked it in.
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By 2-a.m the guys were all fucked out so had left, leaving Gwen and me there alone. Gwen lay on the bed with her legs spread apart, her fingers working in and out of her pussy as I stood there and watched. She looked at me imploringly, "Please? I need it. Please?"
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I’m not made of stone, although right then my cock felt like it was, so dropping my clothes to the floor, I went to her. As I lay down beside her, her hand reached out and grabbed my hard cock. I crawled on top of her in the traditional missionary position and settled between her widespread legs. Gwen’s firm hand never let go of my cock as she guided it between her engorged lips and into her cum filled pussy. With a muffed roar, I rammed forward and drilled her just as hard as I could. Gwen began babbling, as her arms and legs clutched at me. Her breath turned to gasps as I started pounding in and out of her. Suddenly I had to have release. I gripped her firm as hard enough to leave red welts and started pounding her with a vengeance. Then I pounded her unmercifully until my rigid cock exploded deep inside her.
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We collapsed and both almost passed out from exhaustion.
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In the morning I awoke to the soft touch of warm lips on my cock. When I managed to shake the sleep out of my eyes, I was blessed with the sight of Gwen's lips wrapped around my stiff cock. With a sigh, I watched her lips bobbing up and down on my cock until I blew a load down her throat. With a giggle, she eagerly swallowed each spurt, never losing a drop. Then we made love.
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Later, at breakfast, Gwen said, "I didn't mean for it to happen, but once it started I couldn't stop. I want to do it again. Can I come to the next game?"
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I was at a loss for words. How was I going to explain this to Darla? How were we going to keep this from Philip? Gwen took my silence for refusal. "Please? Please let me come to the next game? Please, Daddy, Please?"
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The end…
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