Ever since I was a boy, I've been fascinated with women's big beautiful bushes. It all started when I found my dads porno stash. He had several video tapes of 70's porn like Taboo and Debbie Does Dallas where all the women had long thick bushy tangles of pubic hair. This was before the 90's and the internet when bushes were brutally hacked down and waxed off, leaving behind mini mountain ranges of pimply in grown hairs. Anyway, I took advantage of every opportunity that I had to watch these 70's bush goddesses suck big dicks and get fucked while I figured out how to jerk off and make myself cum.
When I was in eighth grade, I was infatuated with a little hirsute Indian girl named Anjali, who sat in front of me in math class. She was a light a carmel color, with eyes so dark they almost looked black. She had thick black eyebrows and high set cheekbones that framed her face well. She had a cute button nose and small pouting lips. She was a very small girl, about 4'10, 90 pounds at the most, which made her look a lot younger than she was. If she didn't have size B tits poking out of her shirt, you may have thought she was prepubescent, which was not even close to the mark. While sitting behind her I became totally lost in ever minute detail of her body. I would look at they way her sideburns trailed down from her hairline, thick on top, and slowly thinning as it traveled down her cheeks and wrapped around her jaw. I would study the hair on the back of her neck which formed a kind of V shape as it descended down her back below her collar. I would imagine a small river of short black hair that ran down the center of her back and flowed deep between her ass crack. On some days, her shirt would become slightly untucked, she had a large thicket of short dark hair that covered her whole lower back. Her slender brown forearms were covered in a field of black hairs that continued up past her elbows up the back of her triceps. About midway up, the little dark hair formed a spiral that reminded me of those alien crop circles. As I took in all of this hirsute beauty, I imagined running my tongue all over her hairy body and my dick would throb longingly.
One day in class, I was in the middle of an incredible fantasy where I was burying my face deep between her ass cheeks and shoving my tongue up her tight little brown asshole that was surrounded by a thick jungle of twisted black hair. My cock was swollen so far past capacity that I was experiencing a dull throbbing pain in the tip of my giant purple mushroom head. I was so entranced in my fantasy, that I hadn't noticed that the teacher had been calling out my name. When I finally pulled my mind away from her dripping wet ass crack I looked up to see that everyone was looking at me, including my hirsute Indian princess.
She had an accusatory look on her face, which indicated that I had been caught staring at her ass. She began to pull down on her shirt to cover her lower back. I looked up to the teacher as she said "Well Mr. Hardy?". I had absolutely no idea what I'd been asked, but was praying that what inevitably was going to happen next would be interrupted by Armageddon. However, I was not so lucky. I quickly looked up at the chalk board and recognized the math problem. With my mind racing, I quickly computed the answer and gave it to her. My teacher came down the aisle and handed me the chalk and said "I want you to show everyone how you got your answer, work it out step by step. NOW Mr. Hardy!"
I thought that since I knew the answer, maybe I could tuck my raging hard on into my waistband and quickly solve the problem and return to my seat before anyone would notice. I pulled out the top of my jeans and flattened my cock to my stomach in one quick motion. I slowly got up and began to walk up to the board. I completed the steps to the algebraic problem while the whole class was making crude jokes in hushed whispers and giggling like crazy. When I turned to return to my seat, I felt my waistband give and my dick stuck straight out, making a tent in my pants big enough for a three ring circus. The room became deadly silent, the faces of my classmates showed mainly shock, jaws dropped, hands covered mouths, eyes bulged, but my little hirsute princess had a shy demure look as she hung her face low, a small smile on her face that she appeared to be trying to hide. Her eyes fixated on the bulge in my pants that was threatening to tear through the crotch of my pants. I rushed back to my seat as quickly as possible. I saw all of this as if time had slowed down to the point where seconds passing felt like minutes.
Unfortunately, with a last name like Hardy, it was easy for the incident to reach epic levels in the annals of middle school humiliations. But I got over it quickly when I overheard several girls whispering in the halls about how big my hard on was. "I heard it was a foot long..." I saw it, it was as thick as my wrist" "I couldn't imagine trying to fit that anaconda up in me" "shhh! That's him, he's coming" "wow, he's cute!"
As I walked the halls I could see girls huddled together by their lockers, gawking at me and whispering to each other with hands cupped over their mouths. I was thinking maybe the incident wasn't such a bad thing after all. There were far worse things to have a reputation for than having a big dick, like that k** who had to wear adult diapers because he shit his pants everyday. Maybe this would eventually lead to hooking up with curious girls who wanted to play with a big dick for the first time. But my mind quickly returned to my one and only hirsute Indian goddess. I didn't see her for the rest of the day or the following day which was a Friday, she was absent from school. I hoped that I hadn't caused her embarrassment, but I couldn't help to think that she was humiliated and she'd transfer schools and I'd never see her again, which made my young heart ache.
That weekend my friends had planned on camping, well, our idea of camping was to pitch some tents in the large wooded acres of our friends backyard and drink beer and liquor that we were able to steal from our parents. That Saturday afternoon we gathered together and made camp. As we built the fire, the boner jokes were flying everywhere. Instead of being embarrassed or getting mad, I joined in on the mockery with some of my own self depreciation, which had us all laughing like crazy. This approach made it much easier. When the laughter began to die down, someone mentioned that some of the girls might actually show up tonight, which got everyone excited. My friend Bill said "maybe they're all coming to get a look at Hardy's giant prick!" This began another round of thunderous laughter, but all I was thinking about was whether my Anjali would come. She was a shy introverted girl who didn't show up at many of these social events, but it was promising that her friend Amber was mentioned as one of the girls who said that she would come.
Later that night, after we had all had a few warm beers that were stolen out of some guys garage, we were all feeling pretty buzzed and the conversation turned to the girls. Most of the conversation was what you'd expect, who had the biggest tits, who had the tightest ass, but all I could think about was which girl had the biggest, thickest, hairiest pussy, which of course was Anjali, my hairy Indian dream girl. Then my friends were asking me who had given me that boner in Math class. I'd thought that everyone knew. I was trying to think of a more conventional beauty in the class to misdirect my friends, but was unable to think of one because my eyes never strayed far from my Anjali. Then in a low mumble, I her name slipped out of my mouth by accident. My friends were a little confused. They wanted to know what was so attractive about a tiny, shy Indian girl who barely talked to anyone. Most of them didn't even know who she was. I told them everything that I found attractive about her, accept for my attraction to the dark body hairy that wrapped around her entire body. I spoke of her Carmel colored skin, her dark eyes, her small body and her perky tits that looked amazingly big on her small frame. Suddenly we heard some giggling coming from the trees beyond and I felt my stomach plummet to the ground. The girls had been hiding in the trees and listening for who knows how long. The six girls stepped out from the shadows, Anjali was not among them, so plausible deniability was still an option. "So...now we know what you guys are really thinking about!" one exclaimed." Another squealed "you boys are so disgusting, accept for Hardy who is obviously in love with Anjali". This was the worst case scenario, at least the only sexualized thing I had mentioned were her boobs, which was PG 13 enough. When she eventually hears about what I had just said, she'll probably think I was a total perv though.
The girls gathered around the fire and another round of warm beers were passed around. The topic of discussion thankfully turned to other things like the football team and homecoming. My mind was constantly drifting off to Anjali and how I might be able to convince her I was not some sex crazed lunatic. It was late and I was contemplating going to bed. I said my good nights and began heading for my tent. One of the girls shouted after me "what, you're not going to show us that monster cock of yours?" This started a chorus of raunchy cat calls and laughter that actually made me smirk. Having girls interested in seeing my dick wasn't the worst thing in the world.
I circled around a group of trees and thick shrubbery to my tent. bl**d was already flowing to my loins as I was mentally preparing to masturbate to thoughts of my furry fantasy girl. I unzipped the front of my tent and began to climb in and saw a pair of dark shiny eyes staring up at me. I was completely startled as my eyes adjusted to the dim moon light that was shinning through the opening at the top of my tent. As the mysterious figure came into focus, I recognized that it was my beloved Anjali. The moon light accentuated her dark features, shadows covered most of her as moonlight highlighted her large thick eyebrows, her small full lips, her sparkling dark eyes that were the color of obsidian.
Then she parted her lips and spoke. It took me a few seconds to process what she had said. "I heard that I had caused that hard on you got in math class". I couldn't tell if this was a statement of a question. My heart was pumping out of my chest as it simultaneously filled my cock and my cheeks that were burning red with the fire of a thousand suns. "I think you did" I said slyly in a low embarrassed shaky voice.
She reached out and cradled my chin in her small hand and drew me into her waiting mouth. I kissed her softly as I ran my fingers through her thick lustrous shiny dark hair. A soft moan escaped her mouth and as her lips parted, I slipped my tongue in her mouth. She met my tongue with hers and as our tongues mingled, we slowly laid back. I kissed her thick dark eyebrows that reminded me of a young Brooke Shield's brows. I ran my lips across her cheeks and down her thick sideburns. I trailed my tongue down her jaw and followed the hairy trail to the small swirls of hair under her jaw that spiraled like a little tornado. I lay my hand lightly on her belly that was slightly exposed. I found a dense, course trail of belly hair that started a few inches above her belly button that traveled all the way down to the top of her little panties that were just barely exposed above her jeans. Until then, I was unaware of this thick, sexy treasure trail and my mind was reeling. I gently dragged my fingers along her hairy trail, trying to build up the courage to dip my hand into her panties to find purchase between her wet hirsute lips. Her breathing accelerated as she tangled her tongue with mine. She broke away and in a breathless whisper asked me "Are all those things you said about me true? Do I really turn you on?" YES! I exclaimed a little too loud. She hushed me and quickly covered my mouth with hers and wrestled my tongue with increased vigor. "Is that big dick of yours hard right now? I want to see it, I want to see how hard I make you!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Anjali was perhaps the shyest girl in school. She mainly kept to herself and many k**s at school didn't even know she existed. Now she was pleading to see my erection.
I was completely unsure what to do. Although the rumors of my size and girth were wildly over exaggerated, I was quite large for my age. I had never measured it, but I could almost get the tip of my cock to poke out the top of my two hands when I had both wrapped around it. In her tiny c***dlike hands it might just look like the 12 inches it was rumored to be. I certainly didn't want to scare her and send her screaming from the tent. Besides, all I wanted to do was what I'd dreamed of doing from the first time I met her, part her little brown thighs and dive my face into her hairy pussy and lick greedily at her lips, clit and finally her little hair ringed asshole. "Let's take this slowly. Besides, I have something else in mind right now."
I slowly lifted her shirt and slid my hand up under her bra. I realized just how padded her bras were. She had a very small mound of breast flesh with large erect puffy nipples. I took one of those huge protruding brown nipples into my mouth and sucked greedily at it while she maneuvered around her back to unclasp her bra. Now topless she laid back, as I sucked one nipple, then the other. I continued to rub and play with her hairy forested belly. I dipped my hand lower and lower with each stroke of my hand following the hair trail that would ultimately lead me to her thick hairy pussy lips.
I asked her "why weren't you in school yesterday? I thought maybe I had scared you into never coming to school again." She giggled slightly and explained "I'd never seen a hard on like yours before. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I felt all of these strange and foreign feelings, or more like urges. When I got home that day, I ran up to my room and took off all my cloths. I literally had to peel my panties off they were so soaked. I had never experienced anything like that before, I guess guys would call it being horny. I spent all afternoon and night in bed bed fingering myself. I didn't even go downstairs for dinner, I told my parents I wasn't feeling well. The next day I was so tired from being up all night digging my fingers in my pussy that I convinced my mom I was sick. But instead of sl**ping, I spent most of the day thinking about your massive erection and playing with myself. I'd never had an orgasim before, I've had over a dozen in the past 48 hours" she was now giggling between her sighs of pleasure.
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