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Note: This story is inspired by two of my friends who had probably the sexiest and hottest heads hair I’ve ever seen and been lucky enough to have my hands in. To all hair lovers out there, enjoy!
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Hey, my name is Zack. First thing you should know about me is that I have a hair fetish. The second thing you should know is that I have two great friends who have amazing hair. One is a beautiful blonde, and the other is a sexy brunette.
The blonde’s name is Amy. Her hair is always worn straight and it goes down to her waist. She has straight across bangs that drive me nuts any time she shakes them. Her figure is very skinny, and she stands at about 5 foot 3 inches. Her breasts aren’t really that big, but honestly that’s not what appeals to me the most, as I’ve already mentioned.
My other friend is Eliza. Her hair is extremely dark. She always corrects me and says it’s not technically black and that it’s just really really really dark brown, and any time she’s in direct sunlight, you can see that that’s the case, but for all intents and purposes, it’s black. She’s of Middle Eastern dissent and has fairly light skin and is just as thin as Amy. Her breasts are the same size as Amy’s as well, but she’s an inch or two shorter, and her hair is just as long as Amy’s.
Now to explain a little about the start of my fetish, when I was younger my parents would always go out and work a lot, so I’d always need a baby sitter. My baby sitters were always cute girls with great hair, and every time I’d ask to play with their hair. I don’t think any of them ever minded. I mean after all, it meant that I was occupied and that they could do whatever so long as I had access to their hair.
Eventually I noticed this fascination was becoming more of a fetish, and because I noticed how uncommon it was, I kept to myself about it. Not even Amy or Eliza knew about my fetish, and I never had the courage to ask them if I could play with their hair.
That is, until one fateful day.
Amy, Eliza, and I had been good friends ever since Middle School. We always hung out together after school and were really close about a lot of things. We knew all each other’s secrets; or so they thought.
I never found the courage to tell them of my fetish, even though they had the most beautiful heads of hair I had ever seen. When we were freshmen and sophomores in high school, Eliza and I ended up dating, but even then I didn’t reveal to her that I had a hair fetish.
Eliza and I went pretty far together. We never had sex, but she was my first kiss. She was my first for a lot of things. Part of me had feelings for Amy, too, but they weren’t as strong as they were for Eliza. After some time, though, Eliza stopped feeling the same way towards me as I did her, so we broke off the relationship but were able to remain good friends and not ruin our three musketeers group.
When we went off to college, I ended up meeting a beautiful girl who had gorgeous brown hair. I asked her out and she said yes, kicking off one of the best relationships of my life. I had had a couple girlfriends after Eliza, but they weren’t anything particularly notable. However, this new girl, Katie, was the love of my life.
We got so close and I grew so comfortable that I was getting ready to tell her about my fetish and see if I would be able to enjoy her hair sexually. Katie had taken my virginity and I figured if she was worth it enough to me for me to give her that, then she was worth it to trust with my secret.
Unfortunately, on the night I was going to tell her, I walked into her dorm room to find her sucking the dick of another guy. I was crushed and didn’t know what to say. Being the impulsive person that I was, I ended up walking into the room and sucker punching the guy in the face while he had his eyes closed. He was so wrapped up in my girlfriend sucking him off that he hadn’t noticed me come in. So I let him know I was there with a good knuckle sandwich. I then said, “We’re done, bitch,” to Katie and stormed out.
Fortunately all that happened a week before we were going home for Winter Break, which meant I would see my beautiful besties, Amy and Eliza, who would be able to help me through this heartache.
When it finally came time to head back home, I packed all my stuff into my mom’s car. She had come to help me move out, as I rode a motorcycle and could not carry everything on my bike. So we loaded up everything into my mom’s van and then drove home.
On the way I thought about Katie and how she broke my heart. We had been together for over a year, and I had finally trusted someone enough to tell them my secret, but clearly it wasn’t going to happen. As heartbroken as I was, though, I was excited to be seeing my two best friends again. We talked all the time on the phone and over video chat, sure, but I hadn’t had the chance to hold them in forever as we all went to different colleges. Plus, I hadn’t spoken a word to them since Katie and I broke up.
As I tokat escort pulled into the driveway of my home, I found it odd as my mom said, “Why don’t you go ahead inside, sweetie. I’ll start unloading the car. There’s a surprise for you.” She had this cat-ate-the-canary smile and I wondered why. I quickly found out when I opened the door and heard two female voices shout, “ZACK!”
I was then tackled into the door by two loving hugs. I felt two pairs of lips on my face, one on each cheek and felt the silky texture of their hair brush my face and neck. As best as I could for being surprise attacked, I tried to hug back my two amazing friends.
“Hey!” I greeted. “What was that for?”
“We know you broke up with Katie,” Amy said, never afraid to be blunt. Honestly, I appreciated her bluntness. It was always refreshing because you always knew where you stood with her.
“We wanted to show you that though she didn’t appreciate you,” Eliza added, “there are two girls here who definitely know how lucky they are to have you in their life.”
I gave a smile. “Thanks you two. I look forward to this break and spending it like old times.”
“Not quite like old times,” Amy said. “We’re all 21. We can legally drink now!”
I laughed. Though not being 21 had never stopped Amy from drinking, Eliza and I had refrained from consuming any alcohol, but now that we were 21, we had had a few drinks.
“Now you have no excuses you goody-two-shoes,” Amy said. “We are definitely going to have to get drunk one of these nights.” I smiled and wondered at what kind of trouble that might bring up.
“Well I actually look forward to that too,” I said. “I’m sure have a few drinks and maybe getting a little drunk will take my mind off things for a while.”
“Just remember that it’s not a crutch,” Eliza said. Her dad had been an alcoholic and one day died from liver poisoning from over drinking. Though she wasn’t completely scarred from it, she was wary with alcohol and always made sure Amy never lost herself in the bottom of a bottle.
“I know,” I replied. “I have the only two crutches I’ll ever need. A beautiful blonde,” I said, wrapping one arm around Amy, “and a sexy brunette,” I added, wrapping my other arm around Eliza.
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Eliza said.
“He just wants to get lucky with the both of us,” Amy jested.
“Damn, you see right through me,” I said, and we all laughed.
We all then went outside and helped my mom carry in all my stuff. By the time I was all set, my dad came home as well and gave me a hearty hello and a hug. Amy and Eliza stayed for dinner and we all laughed and recounted many stories from college.
Though I was focused on my friends’ words, I also couldn’t keep my eyes off their hair. I got hard as I looked at Eliza’s smooth, thick, wavy hair. Her parted bangs constantly fell into her face and she had to brush them away, which thrilled me.
Then there was Amy, whose bone straight hair moved so elegantly anytime she turned her head. I wanted to lace my fingers in both of their locks and play with their silk for hours and hours. I think my other head had other intentions, however.
Towards the end of dinner my father announced that he and my mom actually had a business trip that they were going to be going on for the next couple days. He told me that the three of us were welcome to all stay in the house together. He also said that if we wanted to throw a party, that was fine as long as we cleaned up any mess that was made and that we understood that anything that went wrong was our own responsibility. We all agreed and then he and my mother went to go start packing.
The three of us young adults then gathered around the couch and put on a movie. Both Amy and Eliza sat in front of the couch while I sat on it, a common seating arrangement that always drove me wild. I had the perfect view of the backs of their heads but was always too afraid to do anything. This time, I was not only too afraid, but too sad from the recent breakup to have any confidence to try anything.
Right before my parents left, they pulled me into their room to say goodbye. We each hugged, and then my dad pulled out a really fancy brown bottle.
“Here you go, son,” he said, handing the bottle to me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s whiskey made by a friend of mine. It’s homemade and he always gives me a bottle for free every month. It’s fantastic stuff, and I went ahead and bought an extra bottle from him this month so that you all could enjoy it.”
“Wow. Thanks dad! That means a lot.”
He nodded his head as a “you’re welcome” and then my mother moved closer to me.
Speaking quietly so that it was guaranteed that no one outside the room could hear us, she said, “Now I know you all are friends and you and Eliza had your thing and it’s over now, but I just want you to remember that women like bold, confident men. Plus, having a little liquid courage in you, and yozgat escort definitely in them, probably won’t hurt your chances.”
“Moooom,” I complained, though I was secretly appreciative of her advice.
She smiled. “I’m just trying to look out for you honey.” She then gave me another hug and my dad gave me a pat on the shoulder as he added, “You kids have fun. Be smart, though.”
“We will,” I guaranteed.
With that, they left for their trip. I then rejoined my two friends who had moved up on the couch.
“What’s that?” Amy asked, referring to the bottle of whiskey in my hand.
“A gift from my dad for us to enjoy,” I said, moving to the kitchen to grab a few glasses for us. I poured about a shot’s worth into each glass and then passed one to each of my friends. I then held mine up to make a toast.
“To great friends,” I said.
Eliza raised hers and said, “To amazing times,”
Amy added hers to the mix and added, “And great sex!”
We all chuckled and then took a sip of our drinks. It was incredibly smooth and went down very easily. It was absolutely delicious. All together we made a “wow” remark and then Eliza and I watched as Amy gulped the rest of hers.
“Damn that’s some good stuff!” Amy said. I laughed and poured her some more, of which she elected not to chug.
“No kidding. Though I drink whiskey, I tend to have a little issue with it going down, but this stuff is amazing,” I said. “I could drink it like it were water.”
“I second that,” Eliza agreed.
I then sat down in my original spot on the couch, which put myself between them. “So why’d you two shift in where you were seating.”
“Well we were talking,” Amy said, “and we figured that it was the perfect whether outside for cuddling. Naturally we could just cuddle with each other, but we figured we could make a win-win-win situation if we cuddled with you. That way you can get over Katie by having two hot babes on either arm.”
“Works for me!” I said. The two then moved so that they rested in either arm of me, just as Amy said. Their heads nuzzled into my neck and I loved the sensation of their soft hair on my skin. Eliza turned back on the movie we had been watching before I went to say goodbye to my parents, and I remembered what my mom had said and decided to stroke the shoulders of both girls as I held them.
It might not seem like much, but to me it was a huge deal. Normally I would feel too awkward to do anything and I’d just sit there with my arms around them. However, I felt like I might be okay if I just rubbed their shoulders… you know… platonically.
For half an hour we just sat like that. A few times, one of them would shift a little and their hair would brush against my skin, sending sparks through my veins. I could feel myself becoming harder and harder in my cock, it wishing it could feel that silk for itself.
Finally I really started listening to my mother’s words and went for something I had never had the balls to do. My heart thundered in my chest as slowly I shifted my hands until each one was sitting in their hair. Both of them moaned as I started to stroke those threads that I had longed to stroke for so many years. Granted, I had played with Eliza’s hair many times while we dated, but since we had broken up I had refrained from doing so.
As I played with their hair, they both shifted, allowing me better access to their hair and each moving a hand onto my chest. I continued to massage their scalps as I ran my fingers through.
When the movie ended, no one got up to move. We didn’t even move to drink any more of the whiskey we had all agreed was fantastic. The three of us just sat there, me with a hand in each of their luscious manes. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of their hair moving in between the crevices of my fingers. As I got lost in the sensation, I could have sworn I heard the other two whispering to each other. However, I couldn’t hear any words necessarily. It just sounded like their mouths were moving. After a while they stopped and it was completely silent as I ran my hands through their locks.
Suddenly, I felt what I thought were a pair of lips on the right side of my face. Amy was on the right side. Why was she kissing my cheek? Then there was another kiss from her on my cheek. Then I felt Eliza kiss the left cheek. What were they doing?
Next I felt Amy’s lips leave my cheek and move down to my neck. I don’t know why she was doing that, but I wasn’t going to stop her. Instead, I tried encouraging her by tugging a little roughly on her hair after grabbing a good handful. She moaned and continued kissing my neck with a little more passion. Eliza too started to kiss my neck, so I started grabbing good handfuls of her dark silk. She in turn responded with moans and more passionate kissing.
Both my friends were making out with my neck and I had no pretense as to why. To me this just seemed random, like they were under zonguldak escort some sort of spell. I wanted to ask them what was going on, or what the rules were, but I was afraid of breaking this spell that they seemed to be under.
Little did I know that they had actually been silently discussing while I had my eyes closed. They had made a plan for me tonight in order to lift my spirits as they knew how down I was about Katie. How did they know when I hadn’t even talked to them about it? Because I hadn’t talked to them
With my other girlfriends after Eliza, I had talked to Eliza and Amy about them and they had helped me get over them. However, with Katie I had just stopped talking to them all together. I was distant and not wanting to socialize with them at all, which was a signal to them that this time was worse than anything else I’d gone through. They could tell that I was really heart broken and not feeling the best about myself, so they had made a plan to help cheer me up.
Their lips kept their work up on my neck while my hands kept their work up in their hair. I wondered to myself how long this would last and how far it’d go, when suddenly I felt fidgeting with my belt buckle. I couldn’t tell who was doing it, but I figured on the way it was being pulled that it was Amy. I just kept my eyes shut and let them figure it out while I focused on the feeling of their hand in my hands.
Eventually my belt came undone, as did the zipper to my pants. Then I felt a hand slip down and start massaging my cock, already hard as a rock. By the angle of the hand, I figured it was Amy’s. I was surprised at how forward she was being, clearly taking the lead. It wasn’t too long, though before I felt a second hand, Eliza’s, added to my cock.
At first, Amy had been pumping her hand up and down my cock, but Eliza stopped her and showed her how I liked my dick handled. I know most guys like the pumping feeling on their rods, but I personally liked it massaged more than pumped. So once Amy got the idea, she added in to the massaging of my meat, causing me to moan with pleasure. I responded by getting rougher with the hairplay, pulling more on their heads, causing them to have to tilt back in response to my tugging.
They worked their magic on my cock, their lips still glued to my neck like my fingers to their tresses. I wondered whether or not this could get any better. Evidently, it could.
I was sad for a moment as Amy moved away, my hand slipping from her hair, but then Eliza shifted so that her lips were now against mine, and I used both my hands to play with that silky heaven of hair. I roughly pulled and shook out that soft black mass of hair, having so missed when we used to make out and I had the opportunity to do this. I enjoyed the feeling of her lips against mine, doing a dance we hadn’t done in ages, but knew in our bones. As I felt hers on my face, I wondered where Amy’s had gone to.
Then I found them, or rather they found me, on my cock. Amy wrapped her mouth around my rod and started bobbing her head up and down. Excited by this turn of events, I took both my hands and shoved them into her blonde locks. I ran my fingers through her hair and took especial care to run them through her straight across bangs. They were so thick! And it was a dream come true finally getting to mess with them; even better getting to mess with them as she slobbered over my cock!
Finally feeling the excitement get to me, I felt my balls begin to boil, ready to explode into Amy’s mouth. I tried to signal to her that I was about to cum so that she wouldn’t have to take it in her mouth if she didn’t want to. Eliza had given me blow jobs when we dated, but she never let me cum in her mouth. To be fair, we were only freshmen and sophomores at the time, and we weren’t the most adventurous of teens.
So I gripped Amy’s hair twice as a sort of signal. Figuring she’d remove her head, it was incredibly hot as I felt her dive her head down more, taking more of my cock into her throat as I got ready to erupt. I held onto her blonde hair for dear life as I released pulse after pulse into her mouth and like a pro, she gobbled it all up. Eliza didn’t stop kissing me for one second as I gave Amy my sperm to swallow.
When I gave the last stream of cum, Eliza removed herself from my face while Amy kept herself on my cock for a little bit longer, making sure she had gotten every last bit of cum in her mouth and down her throat. Only then did she remove herself from my cock.
Figuring now was as good of a time as any, I opened my eyes and looked at them, both wearing beautiful smiles, and I asked, “What was that for?”
“For you,” Eliza said. “We knew you must have been quite heartbroken about Katie when you wouldn’t even talk to us for a week. You’re such a great guy, and we wanted you to get your confidence back and realize that.”
“Plus, you’re fucking hot and it’s not like we don’t fantasize about you from time to time, as I’m sure you fantasize about us,” Amy added. Ever so honest.
“You’re quite right, and I’ve fantasized about doing stuff with the two of you at the same time,” I admitted. “However, I never thought that fantasy would come true.”
“Well that won’t be the only fantasy we’ll be fulfilling tonight,” Amy said.
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