I met her at the corner bar, the kind where the lights are low and nobody gives a fuck about small talk. Her name was Lena, and she didn't waste time. We were in her apartment twenty minutes later, clothes hitting the floor. She kicked off her jeans and stood there in nothing but a black tank top, legs spread just enough for me to see what she'd been hiding. Her bush was thick, dark, and full, curling over her mound and down the sides like she hadn't touched a razor in months. It hid her pussy lips at first, but when she hooked her thumbs and spread her thighs, the pink slit peeked through the hair, already wet and glistening.
"Fuck, look at that bush," I said, dropping to my knees. I buried my face in it without asking. The hair was soft but coarse at the roots, tickling my nose and cheeks as I pushed my tongue through the tangle to find her clit. She tasted sharp and clean, a little musky from the day, and I licked harder, sucking the swollen nub while my fingers dug into the thick curls. Lena grabbed my hair and ground her cunt against my mouth.
"Eat that hairy pussy," she growled. "Don't stop until I'm dripping down your chin."
I didn't.
I spread her lips with my thumbs, exposing the slick folds buried under the bush, and tongue-fucked her deep. Her juices mixed with the sweat in her pubes, making everything slick and messy. She came once, thighs clamping my head, bush smothering my face, then again when I shoved two fingers inside her tight hole and pumped while sucking her clit through the hair.
She pulled me up and yanked my cock out. It was rock hard, veins pulsing. Lena wrapped her fist around it and rubbed the head against her bush, smearing pre-cum through the curls. "You like fucking girls who don't shave? You like ramming this dick into a real hairy cunt?"
"Yeah," I grunted. "Show me how wet that bush gets when you're getting fucked."
She turned around, bent over the couch, and reached back to spread her ass. The bush covered her from front to back, a dark triangle framing her asshole and dripping pussy. I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Her cunt gripped me like a fist, hot and soaked, the hair around the base of my cock getting matted with her cream on every stroke. I fucked her hard, skin slapping, my balls swinging against her hairy lips. Every time I pulled out the shaft came out shiny and streaked with white, then I drove back in, burying myself in that thick bush until my hips pressed flat against her ass.
Lena moaned filthy shit the whole time. "Pound that bushy cunt. Stretch my hairy hole. Make it cream all over your cock." I reached around and rubbed her clit through the curls, feeling it swell under my fingers. She came again, pussy pulsing and squeezing, bush soaked and plastered to her skin.
We didn't stop. She rode me on the floor, bush grinding against my pelvis, her juices running down my shaft and into my pubes. I flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and watched my cock disappear into the dark hair over and over. The sight of her spread lips, pink and swollen, framed by that wild bush, pushed me over. I pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes across her mound, painting the curls white. She rubbed it in with her fingers, smearing cum through the hair and into her slit, then licked her hand clean.
Later she told me she had a friend who kept it even bushier. We made plans for the weekend.
