I met Lisa at the bar on a Friday night when she was already three beers in and talking loud about how most guys these days wanted shaved slits. She leaned over the table, her tank top dipping low, and told me straight up she kept a thick, dark bush because she liked the way it felt when a tongue pushed through it. I bought her another round and told her to prove it. We left ten minutes later and drove to her place.
She kicked the door shut and yanked her jeans down right there in the living room. No panties. Just a heavy triangle of coarse black hair covering her mound, the curls already damp at the edges.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in it without asking. The smell hit me first, musky and strong, then the hair itself, wiry against my lips and cheeks. I licked straight through the middle, parting the bush with my tongue until I found her clit. Lisa grabbed my hair and ground down, smearing her juices across my mouth.
"Fuck, yeah, eat that hairy cunt," she said, voice low and rough. I sucked one thick lip into my mouth, then the other, pulling the hair with my teeth until she hissed. She tasted salty and sharp. I pushed two fingers inside her while I kept licking, feeling how tight and wet she was under all that fur. Her thighs started shaking after a few minutes and she came hard, flooding my tongue with more of that strong flavor.
She pulled me up and shoved me onto the couch, then straddled my lap. Her bush rubbed against my cock as she rocked, the hair scratching my shaft in the best way. She reached down, spread her lips with two fingers so I could see the pink underneath the black curls, and sank down onto me in one slow push. I felt every inch of that hairy pussy gripping me. She rode hard, ass slapping my thighs, bush grinding against my pelvis with every drop. Sweat made the hair stick to her skin and to mine. I grabbed her hips and fucked up into her until she came again, squeezing me so tight I almost lost it.
We switched positions fast. I bent her over the arm of the couch and slammed back in from behind. Her bush was soaked now, the hair matted and shiny. I reached around and rubbed her clit through the curls while I pounded her, telling her how fucking hot that thick bush looked stretched around my cock. She pushed back, demanding it deeper, and I gave it to her until my balls tightened and I shot deep inside her. Cum leaked out around my shaft, mixing with her wetness and sticking in the hair.
Lisa didn't let me pull out right away. She stayed bent over, flexing her pussy around me until I softened, then turned around and licked me clean, tongue dragging through the mess on my cock and her own bush. We fucked twice more that night, once in the shower where the water plastered her hair flat against her skin, and once on the floor where she sat on my face again so I could eat her out from below, hair tickling my nose the whole time.
By morning she was still naked, bush on full display while she made coffee. She caught me staring and spread her legs on the kitchen chair, letting me watch my dried cum flake off the curls. We went at it one last time on the table before I left, her riding me reverse so I could watch that hairy ass and bush bounce. She came loud, telling me to fill her up again, and I did.
I left with her number and the taste of her bush still in my mouth. Every time I jerk off now I think about that thick, dark hair and how it felt rubbing against my face and cock. Lisa wasn't the last hairy bush girl I chased, but she was the one who taught me exactly how good it could be when a woman keeps it natural and lets you get filthy with it.
