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From: berli@lycos.com (Hypatia Kosh)
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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Bearded Man, Bearded Lady {Hypatia Kosh} (Mf con)
Date: Sun,  1 Jun 2003 07:10:06 -0400
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My fiction can be found on the web at hypatia.slashcity.org
http://hypatia.slashcity.org/slash/
G to PG-13 stories - gen and slash
http://hypatia.slashcity.org/slash/slash.html
PG-13 to NC-17 stories - sex stories

-Hypatia Kosh

The following story is for ADULTS ONLY.

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Bearded Man, Bearded Lady



Deanna Troi had a fetish for bearded men.

Ever since she had been a girl on Betazed, she had felt a warm buzz 
between her legs whenever she saw a man with a beard. Not that there 
were many men with beards on Betazed -- beards seemed to be a Human 
thing, and even on Terra beards were out of style.

The rarity and exoticism made each encounter with a bearded man more 
special.

The kind of beard she preferred was a corona of whiskers -- not too 
short and not too long -- which surrounded the mouth and almost 
covered the mouth, so that the smooth skin of the lips only barely 
peeked out, pink or red or rose.

Betazoid children were encouraged to explore their sexuality and not 
repress it. Deanna imagined how those bearded lips would feel against 
her; not against her face and chin where they would tickle, but 
against her nipples and thighs and against her sex. The image in her 
mind of a bearded man sucking at her juicy labia, scraping his teeth 
along the outer folds and poking his tongue as far as it would go 
inside her, then sucking and hipping her clit while his beard dripped 
with her cum, was one of her favorite fantasies. She could get hot so 
quickly just thinking about it, and it would fuel her masturbatory 
pleasure for hours.

Had she been of an analytical bent, she might have considered how a 
the mouth of a bearded man resembled her own pussy, wiry, curly hairs 
surrounding wet lips and a steamy interior, the hairy, hard chin like 
her hairy mons. But it never occurred to her, for to hold the head of 
a bearded man tight between her thighs was so much better than 
holding the sex of a woman there. That clever tongue, pleasuring her 
heated folds, and those teeth. If she had known of the legend of 
vagina dentata, she might have understood.

But Betazoids are not interested in understanding their fantasies, 
only in pursuing their pleasures to the exquisite end.

Deanna was 17, on holiday in Elmekia, a resort on the Karpashian 
coast, when she came across the bearded man of her dreams.

He was alone. A trim man, whose mostly-bare body was lightly tanned. 
He wore only swim trunks and sun glasses, showing off his 
unostentatious fitness and hairy chest. He had a salt-and-pepper 
beard, trimmed to just the right length. In a flash of vision Deanna 
knew she wanted him, now.

He reminded her of her professors. She had sashayed over to where he 
lay sunbathing, and he had smiled and removed his sunglasses. They 
had spoken a bit and he was quite cultured. He spoke with a foreign 
accent, was undoubtedly human, with his narrow pupils and brilliant 
blue irises, and Troi felt the thrumming of her blood intensify with 
each carefully chosen word that escaped his lips.

Deanna was not new to the arts of seduction. She gazed at him 
attentively, sidling closer, eventually laying her hand on his 
thigh. She turned the conversation towards the natural wonders of 
Betazed, knowing that he was willing and growing more so by the 
second, but also aware that humans sometimes bolted when offered the 
sort of frank proposition that Betazoids preferred.

As soon as she judged that the moment was right, she stroked a hand 
down his side. "I find you very attractive," she said in a throaty 
voice. He did not resist. "I know a place we can go," she said. He 
followed her.

"Isn't this a bit out in the open?" he said when she stopped at a 
natural depression, a few hundred meters from the beach.

"There is nowhere on Betazed that is truly secluded," she told him. 
"Here we will not be disturbed."

He shrugged and then grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. 
She allowed it for a moment, before pushing him away, laughing.

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," she said. He looked 
dejected. She squared her shoulders. "I want you to suck pussy," she 
said. His eager reaction told her that she had made the right choice.

He removed her skimpy one-piece garment quickly, dropped to his knees 
before her and buried his head in her crotch. He reached up with one 
hand and began massaging her breast while his other hand groped the 
globes of her perfectly rounded ass, pressing her towards him. He 
greedily slurped at her dripping juices, causing her to gush more. 
The friction of his beard against her pubic hair turned her on like 
nothing before. Soon she couldn't stand anymore, so he laid her down 
on her back on the sand, never pausing in his lingual assault.

He had a rough and muscular tongue. He teased around her opening she 
was moaning with pleasure, and when he thrust his tongue into her she 
cried "More! More!" Then he scraped his tongue along her vulva up and 
down before settling his mouth around her clit and sucking hard, just 
like in her fantasies. When she felt his teeth graze the clitoral hood 
every muscle in her went rigid and she came.

Hastily he discarded his shorts and mounted her. With on hand on his 
dick he pushed himself into her. She was surprised by the girth and 
length of his hard cock. He pumped into her vigorously and she arched 
back in ecstacy. He cupped his hands under her ass and angled her 
body for his maximum pleasure, giving two long strokes before cumming 
like an unstopped hose, unleashing gout after gout.

Troi tweaked her erect and throbbing nipples with one hand and pulled 
at the skin of her mons with the other, stimulating her clit. As the 
last jets of come spurted into her, she came with an anguished moan 
and collapsed, spent, onto the sand.

#end

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