Blair gingerly opened the door. She'd thought Sita Patel was pretty cute for a long time, but hairy Sita was almost intimidating in her beauty. Blair Belville had never wanted to fuck someone so much in her life... or felt so awkward about it. Once the door was open, Blair was confronted by Sita's glorious naked body: hirsute from the waist up, with just thigh hair and some thin patches of short hair where the brush had touched her legs as it fell. Blair glanced down at her own meager leg hair and fairly conservative bush, feeling horribly unfinished.
"Welllll..." Sita drawled, smiling. "What do you think?" She proudly ran her fingers down her giant treasure trail.
Blair gulped, her arousal building. "Y-you l-look awesome, Sita. That treasure trail's so fucking hot!"
The Indian girl giggled. "Wanna touch it, girl? It's all yours!"
Blair's eyes widened. "Can I?"
Sita laughed. "Blair, I've been wanting you to touch my body since middle school! I'm just glad all this new hair drew you over."
Blair walked up to Sita and rested her hands on the girl's hairy chest. She ruffled Sita's thick black hairs with her fingers, savoring the feel of the wiry coarseness against her fingertips. Damn, but Sita's chest hair was beautiful! Blair decided she need something like this for her own body soon, fuck what her mom thought. (She'd always be able to live at Sierra's place, after all.)
Blair slid her fingers down the hairy trail, into the crack between Sita's luscious breasts. Sita groaned in approval of the pleasurable sensation as Blair scratched exploringly at the hair growing between the Indian girl's boobs. She began to play with her nipples, silently wishing she'd thought to add some hair there. Oh well, there was always later.
Blair crouched down as she reached Sita's toned abdomen, her ankle-length, brush-enhanced red head hair draping around her like a veil. Blair smiled. Sita had really gone all out with her trail. It was as wide as the brush itself, and the hair strands were an inch and a half long. And it was so freaking thick. It grew especially thick around Sita's bellybutton, where the trail was dense enough to be a full-on bush! Blair actually had to squint a bit to make out Sita's innie bellybutton. She playfully tugged on the lengthy hairs framing it before sticking a finger in her friend's navel and giving it a loving tickle, rewarded by Sita's aroused giggling. For a finale, Blair stuck her tongue in Sita's bellybutton and licked greedily, feeling the luxurious, wiry hairs brushing over her tongue as she worked. Blair withdrew her tongue and amired the wet, matted black hairs clumped around the barely visible navel, all set against the backdrop of Sita's lovely brown skin.
Moving on from Sita's bellybutton, Blair ran her hand through the trail as it grew down Sita's lower abdomen. Alas, it stopped just above the Indian cheerleader's bald pussy. Blair frowned. It was like sex without an orgasm to properly crown it. She imagined Sita with a glorious, lush bush of long curly pubes for her treasure (treasureless?) trail to lead to.
"C'mon, Blair!" sighed Sita. "That pussy ain't gonna lick itself!"
Blair nodded and lustfully plunged her tongue into Sita's slit. She licked and sucked vigorously at Sita's plump, luscious pussy lips, enjoying the silky softness of the succulent skin but desperately missing something... hair. Blair longed for the feeling of Sita's long, coarse pubes brushing her lips and coorkscrewing over her tongue. Too bad Sita didn't have any. Blair would desperately need to rectify that soon. For the time being, Blair contented herself with reaching up and running her slender fingers through Sita's bountiful treasure trail, twirling the curly black hairs around her fingers. She used her other hand to fondle Sita's thigh, feeling the gentle carpet of hair beneath her hand. Blair wildly licked and kissed Sita's clit, pushing the Indian girl over the edge.
"Oh! Oh! Ah! OHHHHH, THAT'S GOOD, BLAIR!!! OHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! UNGGGHHHHHH!!!" Sita moaned as the orgasm warmed her hairy body. Once the throes of pleasure subsided, Sita smiled at Blair. "So, you have a good time?"
Blair smiled at Sita. "Yeah, I loved that bitchin' treasure trail. You could use a bush to go with it though. It's just wrong for such a beautiful treasure trail to not lead anywhere."
"Agreed," said Sita.
"And you could use some proper leg hair too," Blair added. "It looks like you barely got started on your bottom half."
Sita laughed. "And how about your top half, girl? Bald pits, bald nipples, bald face, bald everything but scalp! You don't even have a treasuree trail. Come to think of it, you're playing it pretty damn safe with your bush and leg hair. Go nuts, I say. We got magic, girl! Let's do something real cool with it!"
Blair nodded, picking up the magic brush from the floor. She wondered where to start.