Sita watched from the corner of the room as the girls paired off. Jess and Mia continued to fuck on the floor. Monique had approached Lacey and was running her long fingers appreciatively through the jungle of hair in her pits while planting kisses on her breasts.
Sita felt... jealous. She wanted love and attention. She wanted, she realised with a jolt of impropriety, to cum. Hard. She wanted to be hairy, just like her friends. Screw what her parents had said, her friends were all kinds of hairy now and they all looked hot as hell.
Scooching between the lovers she grabbed the brush and made her way back out. Not wanting to disturb the others, and still feeling self concious, Sita took the brush to the bathroom.
Blair watched her go, then sneakily followed.
Lacey's bathroom was huge, bigger than Sita's own bedroom, and contained far more furniture than it needed to. She selected a comfy chair and dragged it over the marble tiles towards the large mirror.
Before sitting down Sita removed her outer clothing, but left on her white underwear - enjoying the contrast with her dark skin. Sita lowered herself into the chair and looked at her reflection. She was a pretty girl, dark eyes under thick brows - the only hair on her body other than her long black mane. She was short and slim, but with surprisingly large breasts and wide hips.
Was she sure she wanted to do this? Sita had started shaving her legs at the age of twelve. By fifteen she was shaving her arms, her face, her lower back and even a small patch between her budding breasts. Urged on by her mother she had firmly believed that body hair was disgusting and hated by everyone. Well, the last hour or so in Lacey's room had disproved all of that. She raised the brush, wondering where to start.
Blair knelt quietly outside the bathroom and put her eye to the keyhole.
Sita started by gently brushing down the sides of her face, just in front of her ears. The skin tingled in response, either from the magic of the brush or her anticipation. As she eagerly watched in the mirror black fuzz appeared, and slowly pushed out into inch long hairs, running down to the edges of her jaw. Sita moved her face from side to side appreciating the small change. Next she placed the brush on the centre of her forward, brushing upwards. She repeated the motion over and over until her thick head hair grew downwards in a widows peak. To complete the changes to her face Sita ran the brush a few times lightly over each eyebrow and just once on the small space between. Her black brows, already thick, grew to epic proportions, joining in the middle. Sita hardly recognised her reflection, what she saw fascinated and aroused. She placed the brush on the arm of the chair so that she could place both hands underneath her bra to play with her hard brown nipples.
On the other side of the door Blair was enjoying the show. As soon as hair had begun to sprout on her friend Blair's hands had begun pulling at the red hair that grew in her own crotch and down her legs. And as Sita moved on to self pleasure, so did she.
Sita picked up the brush and staring at her full breasts in the mirror, contemplated something rather extreme. She ran the brush three times down the length of each of her forearms, thick black hair exploding out in it's path. The hair on her arms grew to over two inches long and so thick as to obscure all of her skin. Sita trembled with the joy of it. Next she placed the brush on her chest just above her breasts and ran it straight down to just above her bare slit. She repeated the action causing jet black hair to sprout in a wide line right the way down her chest, thickening further around her belly button. The ultimate treasure trail. With her dainty left hand Sita squeezed at her breasts, enjoying the sandpapery feel of her chest hair rubbing against her skin. With her right hand Sita carefully reversed the brush and played the handle around the edges of her sopping wet pussy. Gingerly she inserted the handle, gasping with the pleasure of being penetrated. She placed her left forearm in her mouth, tonguing her arm hairs, just to avoid screaming. She slowly moved the brush in and out, not quite carefully enough to avoid the tines from making contact with her inner thighs. Hair immediately pushed out from where contact was made. Her bald snatch looked increasingly odd underneath the glorious trail and between her increasingly furry inner thighs. If Sita noticed the oddity she didn't care, she increased the speed of her motions as she approached orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Sita's orgasm ripped through her young body, the brush falling from her grasp so she could grip both arms of the chair. As it fell the brush hit her lower legs and feet, pulling out small patches of short sparse black hairs, but Sita didn't notice. Her whole body tensed and spasmed over and over as the intense orgasm finally subsided.
Outside the door Blair couldn't believe what she was seeing. Not that long ago Sita was adamant that body hair on a girl was something to be avoided at all costs, and yet here she was, properly beastly from the waist up - in contrast to her own red hair which was still limited to her lower half - and loving every second of it. Seeing Sita cum finally pushed Blair over the edge too, and she quickly put her hand over her mouth to avoid squealing with pleasure. She rode out her orgasm sat on the hallway floor, her back against the door, until she heard a voice from within. "The door isn't locked, you can come in".