I met her at the dive bar on a Tuesday, the kind of place where nobody asks questions. She was sitting alone, legs crossed in a short skirt, and when she shifted I caught a glimpse of thick dark curls peeking out the side of her panties. My cock twitched right away. I bought her a drink, told her straight up I wanted to bury my face in her bush and fuck her until she screamed. She laughed, finished her beer in one swallow, and said her apartment was two blocks away.
Her name was Lisa. The second the door closed she yanked her skirt up and panties down. That bush was everything I wanted—full, black, untamed, spreading up toward her belly button and curling around her fat outer lips. Her pussy lips were already slick, the hair matted and shiny with juice. I dropped to my knees and shoved my nose right into it, breathing deep. She smelled like sweat and cunt and soap from earlier in the day. I licked a long stripe through the hair, tongue parting the curls until I found her clit. She grabbed my hair and ground down, smearing her wet bush all over my mouth and chin.
“Eat that hairy cunt,” she growled. I did. I sucked her lips into my mouth, tugging the hair with my teeth, then tongue-fucked her hole while my nose stayed buried in the thick patch above. Her bush was so dense I had to push it aside with my fingers just to get deeper. She came hard, thighs clamping my head, hot juice running down my throat and soaking the hair even more.
She dragged me to the bedroom and ripped my clothes off. My cock was already leaking. She wrapped her fist around it and rubbed the head through her bush, letting the precum mix with the matted curls. Then she climbed on top and sank down in one motion. Her pussy was tight and soaked, the hair tickling my balls every time she bottomed out. I could feel the curls brushing my shaft on every stroke. She rode me rough, tits bouncing, that big hairy mound slapping against me wetly.
I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide.
Her bush looked even wilder spread out like that, a dark triangle framing her swollen, red pussy. I slammed back in and fucked her hard, watching the hair get pushed in and out with my cock. Every thrust made a filthy wet sound. She reached down and spread her lips wider so I could see everything, the pink inside framed by black curls. I thumbed her clit through the hair and she came again, pussy pulsing and squeezing me.
I pulled out and flipped her onto all fours. Her ass was round, and the bush continued a little between her cheeks. I shoved back in from behind, balls-deep, and reached around to grab handfuls of that thick cunt hair while I pounded her. She pushed back, begging for it harder. I yanked on the hair, using it like a handle, and she moaned louder. When I was close I pulled out, flipped her again, and jerked off onto her bush. Thick ropes of cum splattered across the black curls, dripping down into her slit. She rubbed it in with two fingers, pushing some inside herself while she came one more time.
We didn’t stop there. She sucked me hard again, licking her own dried cum and my fresh load out of her bush, then climbed on and rode me until I filled her pussy. By morning the sheets were soaked and her bush was a sticky, matted mess. She let me take pictures before I left—close-ups of my cum dripping through the dark hair, her fingers spreading it open.
That was the first of many. Every girl after her who kept a full bush got the same treatment: face buried, cock buried, cum sprayed across the hair. Lisa still texts me when she wants her cunt eaten raw. I always show up.
