There was that voicemail again. It came about every four weeks. I recognized the number and voice and called her back. No text trail to leave as evidence.

“Hi Kathy. Sure I’d like some. Be right over.”

Even though I was 19, I rode my bike. Didn’t want to borrow the family car and it was easier to stash out of sight. I went in the back door. Kathy was waiting at the kitchen table, naked as usual. Her 26-year-old body had nice curves including the full and slightly sagging breasts.

“C’mon big boy, get naked. I’m horny!”

I stripped in the bedroom and she grabbed for my already risen pecker. She tasted it a bit then lay down on the messy bed. With the wet spots and the smell, it had obviously just been the scene of serious fucking. She pulled my head towards her swollen and hairy pussy. I put up with this even though it wasn’t my favorite thing. Yeah, it was kinda cummy but she’d wiped off the outside anyway. I parted her fur and licked and sucked her clit to a climax. That hairy cunt could do things none of the other girls I fucked could match with their trimmed or shaved ones. They all insisted on condoms. Kathy wanted it bare. YES!