The Bundys & D’Arcys– Kelly and Marcy’s “Girl
It’s a Spring Saturday Night in Chicago. April means a renewal of many facets of life. Baseball season starts and so the Bundy men decided to go with Jefferson and some of the other guys in the neighborhood to see the North Siders play. Peggy was visiting her relatives in Wisconsin this weekend, leaving Kelly home. Normally, this would not be a problem as Kelly was always very popular… and she did have a date. However, the guy backed out with a call a few minutes before taking her out. Some lame excuse about not feeling good… though Kelly thought she heard a female giggle in the background. This guy didn’t have a sister!
Marcy noticed that no punk twenty-year old didn’t stop next door around supper time as they normally seem to do every Saturday night. Sometimes a second twenty-something comes by later just to see if Kelly is home. Oh to be young and dating again, Marcy thought… she laughed to herself though since she knew that was only somewhat true. Yes, Jefferson satisfied her, but she also enjoyed the company of a woman. The “women’s group” meetings sometimes… no… usually turned into an all out orgy of lesbian sex. Marcy wishes her club was meeting tonight since she was home alone, but none of the other women were available. So she decided not to be alone tonight and sauntered over next door.
KNOCK KNOCK
Kelly answered the door hoping it was the guy she was supposed to go out with tonight… or maybe another suitor. She was somewhat disappointed when she saw Marcy at the door.
“Evening Mrs. D’Arcy” Kelly said with obvious disappointment in her voice.
“KELLY! I thought you were out with some lucky guy tonight!”
“Well… I should have been, but he had some lame excuse. I figured I would have gone out and eaten tonight and well… I don’t want toaster leavins again.”
“I’ll make us something special, Kelly,” Marcy replied “Besides, it sounds like you could use some “Girl Talk” with someone who has been there before. I remember being twenty and being stood up.”
Normally, Kelly would have a snappy comeback to that. However, she never has had a woman to confide in. Peggy always sat on the couch watching Oprah, Phil, Maury, whomever was on… not caring much about her (or Al or Bud… but who’s counting?). Her gal pals all were seeing the flavor of the week… sometimes one of them went out with the guy the other friend went out with the week before. Didn’t matter to any of them. They were probably all out with whatever guy. Besides, Kelly has a secret that not too many other women could understand… at least from what she knew.
“Sounds great, Mrs. D’Arcy! I just have to get the key… could you turn around since I don’t want you to know… it’s a family secret.”
Marcy didn’t understand why she had to turn around. After all, why would she want to know where the keys in the house were… she would have no reason to come in normally. Besides, the only ones that would matter is if Kelly hid a key OUTSIDE... but she agreed. Marcy turned around. Kelly then went into one of the desks and found the house key she always took when she went out late. It was to a special door only she knew about that would let her into the back of the house where no one paid attention to so she could sneak in.
“OK, Mrs. D’Arcy. I’m set! Let’s go to your house and talk about things!”
Marcy could feel her pussy getting slightly wet. She’s always wanted to be with Kelly alone ever since Kelly came of age. Now she’s going to get it. Marcy reminded herself to stay calm… if Kelly wants to explore, she’ll let me know. Marcy went to the front door and u*********sly shook her butt sexy like as she walked. She was hoping Kelly might notice the subtle, but obvious signal. Kelly smiled as she took the front door key and made sure Marcy was out the door and locked the door behind her.
No one else noticed or cared that Kelly and Marcy were going into the D’Arcy’s house. Marcy opened the door and turned the lights on. “Welcome to my house, Kelly”.
Kelly took everything in and sat down in the living room. Marcy watched Kelly the whole way and admired her soft butt and imagined what she looked like naked. As Kelly sat down, she got comfortable and asked a question… “Mrs. D’Arcy… can I ask you a personal question?”
“It’s OK, Kelly… ask anything… but please… if we’re going to have a talk woman to woman, you can call me Marcy. I don’t want you thinking that I’m square old Mrs. D’Arcy… I’m on your level when we talk like this.”
“OK, Mrs…. Marcy… I’m still not used to calling you by your name.”
“Don’t worry, Kelly”, Marcy stated as she sat down next to Kelly and wrapped an arm around her as if to comfort her. Marcy really wanted to touch Kelly and feel her even more, but she knew that the timing might not be right. Besides, Marcy thought to herself, this is supposed to be comforting Kelly. “It’s just Marcy and Kelly… two gal pals who can talk about anything with each other.” Marcy smiled as she said that.
Kelly felt Marcy’s hand on her shoulder and arm around her back… she was instantly comforted. She finally found another woman she could talk to about things she couldn’t talk about… so she just said what was on her mind. “Marcy, do you shave your pussy?”
Marcy was taken aback by the question, but understood where Kelly was coming from. Marcy always had a hairy pussy even since she grew hair down below. She liked it natural. She thought that the bush was empowering… something that makes a woman a woman. She figures that Kelly has one, but it seems like most every other woman shaves for some reason. Marcy liked when her women’s group friends had hairy pussies like she did and enjoyed every second with them.
“No, I don’t Kelly. I’ve always liked having my pussy hairy. I find it empowering and well… very feminine. It’s something to be proud of You’re a woman, Kelly… having hair covering your pussy is normal. It’s what makes you a woman. It’s very sexy!”
Marcy let that last sentence slip… she didn’t mean to come on to Kelly like that. It’s out there though.
Kelly then turned towards Marcy and gave her a big hug “Mmmmm… thanks for making me feel better about mine, Marcy. I’ve always thought my bush was sexy.”
Marcy really enjoyed the hug and was so glad that she was empowering a fellow woman. Kelly then let go and turned very sad...
“It just seems like none of the guys like it though. Every time I strip and the guy sees my pronounced bush, he acts like he’s never seen one and is grossed out… it’s fluffy and hairy… it’s natural… it’s normal… but the guys act like it’s not.”
“Oh Kelly… you’re beautiful! You’re natural! You’re a real woman!”
Kelly started to feel good again and normal.
“I don’t understand why men want women shaved,” Marcy continued. “Having a bush is so normal. It’s sexy and it’s what makes you a woman. It contains every feminine essence. I’m very proud of my bush. I want to shout from the rooftops that I have a hairy pussy! don’t care what anyone says. My hairy pussy is sexy and feminine. Your hairy pussy is sexy and feminine. We should celebrate our hair on our crotches!” Marcy then stood up as if to be empowered. Kelly then followed suit.
“Marcy, I am beginning to realize how proud I am of what I have. My bush is sexy. She is feminine! She is proud! If men don’t like it, tough! I love my bush… and I know you love my bush!”
A silence fell over the room. The women looked at each other like… what just happened here? Did I hear what I thought I heard?
“Kelly, I am proud of your bush,” as Marcy broke the silence. “As I am proud of mine!” Marcy then sensed that things were going the right way to do what she wanted to do. “Kelly, I want to show you mine...”
With that, Marcy unbuttoned her pants and pulled her pants and panties down in one fell swoop. Her dark full bush was proudly on display for Kelly to see.
“WOW, Marcy… she is beautiful. I’ve never seen another woman with a bush before. Can I touch her? I want to feel if she’s like mine.”
“Only if I get to touch yours, Kelly!” Marcy said with a wink as if to say she was turned on completely. As if her soaking wet muff wouldn’t betray her.
Kelly smiled and took off her top and her bra. Her firm, medium sized boobs were revealed with her stiff nipples. Marcy always kept her house cold and Kelly’s stiff nipples showed their appreciation. Marcy enjoyed watching Kelly take her top off as she took her pumps off to allow her khakis and panties (with a wet spot) to hit the floor. Marcy really enjoyed sucking on nipples… no matter what size they were.
Kelly’s top and bra were in a pile on the couch… which her skirt quickly joined once Kelly expertly slipped it off as she has done hundreds of times in front of others… just not another woman. As Marcy took her top off, her mouth couldn’t help but gape as she saw Kelly’s skirt fall off… there was one exquisite bush right in front of her eyes. Kelly rarely wore panties. Marcy has seen her share of bushes… some in full force, some not. However, Kelly had one of the thickest, prettiest, and sexiest bushes Marcy ever saw. Marcy literally stopped unbuttoning her blouse most of the way down… parts of her bra were peaking out now… covering her small, but firm tits.
“Marcy… you can stick your tongue back in your mouth… unless you want your turn to touch my bush first.” As she said that, Kelly winked at Marcy… she knew Marcy was hot for her. She was not sure if she wanted to play a lot with Marcy. She was confident that Marcy wouldn’t push her too far though.
Marcy then shook her head and snapped back to her senses. “Sorry, Kelly… just that you have the sexiest bush I have ever seen!”
“Thanks, Marcy!” Kelly said as her cheeks blushed. That was not the only part of both ladies bodies that was in blush mode. Marcy was almost dripping wet. Kelly was starting to get wet too. She didn’t realize it though really… she was always slightly wet when she was naked. She always had to get wet by herself she the guys that actually continued with her never ate her out. Kelly longed for some attention between her legs. She sensed that Marcy might just be the one to do that for her.
Marcy finished taking her top and bra off. She was in her naked glory along side Kelly. Both women’s nipples were stiff… hairy pussies in various stages of wetness. Marcy walked over to the nearby closet to pull a towel out. “I always have a towel handy… I get so wet and I don’t want to have an accident on the sofa!”
With that, Marcy put the thirsty towel on the sofa cushions. It’s soaked up its fair share of pussy juices. Some Marcy’s… some other women’s… oh the stories it could tell, if it could speak. Many a woman has dripped her pussy juice on this towel.
Marcy then sat on top of it and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy yawning as it opened. Marcy’s thick bush covering her outer lips. Marcy licked her lips as she opened her legs. She was hungry, but she knew that Kelly wanted to touch first.
Kelly knew that position as she has done that to invite many men in between her legs. She was usually disappointed as she never got her pussy played with. Kelly really didn’t know how to pleasure another woman… only herself. She promised herself that she would at least try. She got down on her knees in front of Marcy. She reacted her hand onto the hairiest part of Marcy’s bush and began to feel around.
“She feels almost like mine, Marcy!” Kelly exclaimed with glee. Kelly was pleasantly surprised that Marcy felt so good. Touching a woman was so much nicer between her legs… she could really move her hand around and her fingers wherever she wanted to. There was nothing stopping her and she loved it.
Marcy cooed her pleasure looking down at Kelly playing with her.. She stifled her urge to get Kelly to do something else. She knew that Kelly never touched a woman before. Kelly continued to stroke Marcy’s pussy hair. She didn’t want to touch Marcy’s actual opening… Kelly was nervous about that part. Kelly was not sure if she was bi yet… but she sure liked not having to grip and suck at this point. Just play with a flat area of skin with a lot of hair on it.
Kelly was not completely sure, but she wanted to do things that pleasured her when she received some pleasure. Besides, the only thing different between a guy and Marcy is that Marcy’s boobs were marginally bigger. Some guys liked it when they were sucked on up there… so Kelly just blurted out… “Marcy, can I suck on your nipples and boobies?”
“Yes, Kelly. Do whatever you want with me. Pleasure me as if you were pleasuring yourself. Just like your hairy bush, a woman pleasuring another woman is something completely natural and normal!”
Kelly looked up at Marcy and didn’t vocalize a thank you. She just pulled herself up from in between Marcy’s thighs as she kissed a trail from the top of Marcy’s hairy vulva to her belly button… then up to her right nipple. Flattened, Marcy’s breasts were really small, but her nipples stood high at attention. They loved the attention. Kelly’s hung down from her chest…
Marcy shivered as Kelly kissed the trail up her body. No one did that for her before and it felt great. Something she will have to remember next time she’s at the women's group. Marcy also enjoyed her small but sensitive breasts to be sucked like a Hoover was on the other end. She tried that once but the nozzle wasn’t big enough for her liking. Kelly did a good job though.
As Kelly was going between Marcy’s large nipples, from out of nowhere, an alarm went off. Marcy shook her head from her sex induced daze. 10:30! UH-OH! Game will be over soon… (Yes, Marcy does not like sports at all… but she is aware of how long the games go). KELLY!!!! KELLY!!! The men will be home soon!
Upon hearing this, Kelly jumps off of Marcy and puts her clothes on in what would be for most people considered record time. Marcy gets up and slides her panties on and gets off the towel. Kelly seeing this, folds it up real quick while Marcy puts the rest of her clothes on. Marcy then takes the towel and puts it back in the same position and gets out a neutral air freshener. Kelly heads to the door. “Thanks, Marcy… maybe next time we’ll have a lot more time. I would like to try pleasing you more!”
“Come to the next Women’s Group Meeting! Maybe you can have some more there with me… and some of the others!”
With that Kelly winks and closes the door… Marcy knows she’s probably converted Kelly.
Marcy noticed that no punk twenty-year old didn’t stop next door around supper time as they normally seem to do every Saturday night. Sometimes a second twenty-something comes by later just to see if Kelly is home. Oh to be young and dating again, Marcy thought… she laughed to herself though since she knew that was only somewhat true. Yes, Jefferson satisfied her, but she also enjoyed the company of a woman. The “women’s group” meetings sometimes… no… usually turned into an all out orgy of lesbian sex. Marcy wishes her club was meeting tonight since she was home alone, but none of the other women were available. So she decided not to be alone tonight and sauntered over next door.
KNOCK KNOCK
Kelly answered the door hoping it was the guy she was supposed to go out with tonight… or maybe another suitor. She was somewhat disappointed when she saw Marcy at the door.
“Evening Mrs. D’Arcy” Kelly said with obvious disappointment in her voice.
“KELLY! I thought you were out with some lucky guy tonight!”
“Well… I should have been, but he had some lame excuse. I figured I would have gone out and eaten tonight and well… I don’t want toaster leavins again.”
“I’ll make us something special, Kelly,” Marcy replied “Besides, it sounds like you could use some “Girl Talk” with someone who has been there before. I remember being twenty and being stood up.”
Normally, Kelly would have a snappy comeback to that. However, she never has had a woman to confide in. Peggy always sat on the couch watching Oprah, Phil, Maury, whomever was on… not caring much about her (or Al or Bud… but who’s counting?). Her gal pals all were seeing the flavor of the week… sometimes one of them went out with the guy the other friend went out with the week before. Didn’t matter to any of them. They were probably all out with whatever guy. Besides, Kelly has a secret that not too many other women could understand… at least from what she knew.
“Sounds great, Mrs. D’Arcy! I just have to get the key… could you turn around since I don’t want you to know… it’s a family secret.”
Marcy didn’t understand why she had to turn around. After all, why would she want to know where the keys in the house were… she would have no reason to come in normally. Besides, the only ones that would matter is if Kelly hid a key OUTSIDE... but she agreed. Marcy turned around. Kelly then went into one of the desks and found the house key she always took when she went out late. It was to a special door only she knew about that would let her into the back of the house where no one paid attention to so she could sneak in.
“OK, Mrs. D’Arcy. I’m set! Let’s go to your house and talk about things!”
Marcy could feel her pussy getting slightly wet. She’s always wanted to be with Kelly alone ever since Kelly came of age. Now she’s going to get it. Marcy reminded herself to stay calm… if Kelly wants to explore, she’ll let me know. Marcy went to the front door and u*********sly shook her butt sexy like as she walked. She was hoping Kelly might notice the subtle, but obvious signal. Kelly smiled as she took the front door key and made sure Marcy was out the door and locked the door behind her.
No one else noticed or cared that Kelly and Marcy were going into the D’Arcy’s house. Marcy opened the door and turned the lights on. “Welcome to my house, Kelly”.
Kelly took everything in and sat down in the living room. Marcy watched Kelly the whole way and admired her soft butt and imagined what she looked like naked. As Kelly sat down, she got comfortable and asked a question… “Mrs. D’Arcy… can I ask you a personal question?”
“It’s OK, Kelly… ask anything… but please… if we’re going to have a talk woman to woman, you can call me Marcy. I don’t want you thinking that I’m square old Mrs. D’Arcy… I’m on your level when we talk like this.”
“OK, Mrs…. Marcy… I’m still not used to calling you by your name.”
“Don’t worry, Kelly”, Marcy stated as she sat down next to Kelly and wrapped an arm around her as if to comfort her. Marcy really wanted to touch Kelly and feel her even more, but she knew that the timing might not be right. Besides, Marcy thought to herself, this is supposed to be comforting Kelly. “It’s just Marcy and Kelly… two gal pals who can talk about anything with each other.” Marcy smiled as she said that.
Kelly felt Marcy’s hand on her shoulder and arm around her back… she was instantly comforted. She finally found another woman she could talk to about things she couldn’t talk about… so she just said what was on her mind. “Marcy, do you shave your pussy?”
Marcy was taken aback by the question, but understood where Kelly was coming from. Marcy always had a hairy pussy even since she grew hair down below. She liked it natural. She thought that the bush was empowering… something that makes a woman a woman. She figures that Kelly has one, but it seems like most every other woman shaves for some reason. Marcy liked when her women’s group friends had hairy pussies like she did and enjoyed every second with them.
“No, I don’t Kelly. I’ve always liked having my pussy hairy. I find it empowering and well… very feminine. It’s something to be proud of You’re a woman, Kelly… having hair covering your pussy is normal. It’s what makes you a woman. It’s very sexy!”
Marcy let that last sentence slip… she didn’t mean to come on to Kelly like that. It’s out there though.
Kelly then turned towards Marcy and gave her a big hug “Mmmmm… thanks for making me feel better about mine, Marcy. I’ve always thought my bush was sexy.”
Marcy really enjoyed the hug and was so glad that she was empowering a fellow woman. Kelly then let go and turned very sad...
“It just seems like none of the guys like it though. Every time I strip and the guy sees my pronounced bush, he acts like he’s never seen one and is grossed out… it’s fluffy and hairy… it’s natural… it’s normal… but the guys act like it’s not.”
“Oh Kelly… you’re beautiful! You’re natural! You’re a real woman!”
Kelly started to feel good again and normal.
“I don’t understand why men want women shaved,” Marcy continued. “Having a bush is so normal. It’s sexy and it’s what makes you a woman. It contains every feminine essence. I’m very proud of my bush. I want to shout from the rooftops that I have a hairy pussy! don’t care what anyone says. My hairy pussy is sexy and feminine. Your hairy pussy is sexy and feminine. We should celebrate our hair on our crotches!” Marcy then stood up as if to be empowered. Kelly then followed suit.
“Marcy, I am beginning to realize how proud I am of what I have. My bush is sexy. She is feminine! She is proud! If men don’t like it, tough! I love my bush… and I know you love my bush!”
A silence fell over the room. The women looked at each other like… what just happened here? Did I hear what I thought I heard?
“Kelly, I am proud of your bush,” as Marcy broke the silence. “As I am proud of mine!” Marcy then sensed that things were going the right way to do what she wanted to do. “Kelly, I want to show you mine...”
With that, Marcy unbuttoned her pants and pulled her pants and panties down in one fell swoop. Her dark full bush was proudly on display for Kelly to see.
“WOW, Marcy… she is beautiful. I’ve never seen another woman with a bush before. Can I touch her? I want to feel if she’s like mine.”
“Only if I get to touch yours, Kelly!” Marcy said with a wink as if to say she was turned on completely. As if her soaking wet muff wouldn’t betray her.
Kelly smiled and took off her top and her bra. Her firm, medium sized boobs were revealed with her stiff nipples. Marcy always kept her house cold and Kelly’s stiff nipples showed their appreciation. Marcy enjoyed watching Kelly take her top off as she took her pumps off to allow her khakis and panties (with a wet spot) to hit the floor. Marcy really enjoyed sucking on nipples… no matter what size they were.
Kelly’s top and bra were in a pile on the couch… which her skirt quickly joined once Kelly expertly slipped it off as she has done hundreds of times in front of others… just not another woman. As Marcy took her top off, her mouth couldn’t help but gape as she saw Kelly’s skirt fall off… there was one exquisite bush right in front of her eyes. Kelly rarely wore panties. Marcy has seen her share of bushes… some in full force, some not. However, Kelly had one of the thickest, prettiest, and sexiest bushes Marcy ever saw. Marcy literally stopped unbuttoning her blouse most of the way down… parts of her bra were peaking out now… covering her small, but firm tits.
“Marcy… you can stick your tongue back in your mouth… unless you want your turn to touch my bush first.” As she said that, Kelly winked at Marcy… she knew Marcy was hot for her. She was not sure if she wanted to play a lot with Marcy. She was confident that Marcy wouldn’t push her too far though.
Marcy then shook her head and snapped back to her senses. “Sorry, Kelly… just that you have the sexiest bush I have ever seen!”
“Thanks, Marcy!” Kelly said as her cheeks blushed. That was not the only part of both ladies bodies that was in blush mode. Marcy was almost dripping wet. Kelly was starting to get wet too. She didn’t realize it though really… she was always slightly wet when she was naked. She always had to get wet by herself she the guys that actually continued with her never ate her out. Kelly longed for some attention between her legs. She sensed that Marcy might just be the one to do that for her.
Marcy finished taking her top and bra off. She was in her naked glory along side Kelly. Both women’s nipples were stiff… hairy pussies in various stages of wetness. Marcy walked over to the nearby closet to pull a towel out. “I always have a towel handy… I get so wet and I don’t want to have an accident on the sofa!”
With that, Marcy put the thirsty towel on the sofa cushions. It’s soaked up its fair share of pussy juices. Some Marcy’s… some other women’s… oh the stories it could tell, if it could speak. Many a woman has dripped her pussy juice on this towel.
Marcy then sat on top of it and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy yawning as it opened. Marcy’s thick bush covering her outer lips. Marcy licked her lips as she opened her legs. She was hungry, but she knew that Kelly wanted to touch first.
Kelly knew that position as she has done that to invite many men in between her legs. She was usually disappointed as she never got her pussy played with. Kelly really didn’t know how to pleasure another woman… only herself. She promised herself that she would at least try. She got down on her knees in front of Marcy. She reacted her hand onto the hairiest part of Marcy’s bush and began to feel around.
“She feels almost like mine, Marcy!” Kelly exclaimed with glee. Kelly was pleasantly surprised that Marcy felt so good. Touching a woman was so much nicer between her legs… she could really move her hand around and her fingers wherever she wanted to. There was nothing stopping her and she loved it.
Marcy cooed her pleasure looking down at Kelly playing with her.. She stifled her urge to get Kelly to do something else. She knew that Kelly never touched a woman before. Kelly continued to stroke Marcy’s pussy hair. She didn’t want to touch Marcy’s actual opening… Kelly was nervous about that part. Kelly was not sure if she was bi yet… but she sure liked not having to grip and suck at this point. Just play with a flat area of skin with a lot of hair on it.
Kelly was not completely sure, but she wanted to do things that pleasured her when she received some pleasure. Besides, the only thing different between a guy and Marcy is that Marcy’s boobs were marginally bigger. Some guys liked it when they were sucked on up there… so Kelly just blurted out… “Marcy, can I suck on your nipples and boobies?”
“Yes, Kelly. Do whatever you want with me. Pleasure me as if you were pleasuring yourself. Just like your hairy bush, a woman pleasuring another woman is something completely natural and normal!”
Kelly looked up at Marcy and didn’t vocalize a thank you. She just pulled herself up from in between Marcy’s thighs as she kissed a trail from the top of Marcy’s hairy vulva to her belly button… then up to her right nipple. Flattened, Marcy’s breasts were really small, but her nipples stood high at attention. They loved the attention. Kelly’s hung down from her chest…
Marcy shivered as Kelly kissed the trail up her body. No one did that for her before and it felt great. Something she will have to remember next time she’s at the women's group. Marcy also enjoyed her small but sensitive breasts to be sucked like a Hoover was on the other end. She tried that once but the nozzle wasn’t big enough for her liking. Kelly did a good job though.
As Kelly was going between Marcy’s large nipples, from out of nowhere, an alarm went off. Marcy shook her head from her sex induced daze. 10:30! UH-OH! Game will be over soon… (Yes, Marcy does not like sports at all… but she is aware of how long the games go). KELLY!!!! KELLY!!! The men will be home soon!
Upon hearing this, Kelly jumps off of Marcy and puts her clothes on in what would be for most people considered record time. Marcy gets up and slides her panties on and gets off the towel. Kelly seeing this, folds it up real quick while Marcy puts the rest of her clothes on. Marcy then takes the towel and puts it back in the same position and gets out a neutral air freshener. Kelly heads to the door. “Thanks, Marcy… maybe next time we’ll have a lot more time. I would like to try pleasing you more!”
“Come to the next Women’s Group Meeting! Maybe you can have some more there with me… and some of the others!”
With that Kelly winks and closes the door… Marcy knows she’s probably converted Kelly.
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