Becky approached Krystal, seemingly in a trance. The swimsuit model shyly raised a hand and gently ran it through the punk girl's dirty blonde cheek tufts. Becky smiled as she rubbed clumps of the strange, impossible facial hair between her finger and thumb; it was so delightfully soft! With her other hand, she stroked Krys's shaggy jawline and the fainter bristles on her upper lip.
"Like it?" Krys asked, proudly waggling her bushy unibrow.
"You better believe it, Krys!" Becky declared. Before she knew what she was doing, the bikini model plunged her tongue into Krystal Brock's mouth, exploring the punks every facial hair with her lips and fingers. After half a minute in Hairy Heaven, Becky pulled away.
Becky turned to Meadow, her eyes ablaze with regret. "I'm so SORRY, Mead! I've got no fucking idea what came over me! I just... those damn facial hairs did something to me. I just had to... experience them... sensually. Ugh, dammit!"
Meadow smiled understandingly. "Don't sweat it, sweetie. Open relationships are a cornerstone of my values. If you wanna explore, you gotta explore; doesn't really matter who you end up exploring with so long as I'm the one ya really love." The hippie girl's smile suddenly turned impish and playful. "Hey, wanna explore this, babe?" Meadow seductively lifted her arm over her head, revealing a two-and-a-half inch birdnest of curly brown hair.
Becky nodded and giddily tangled her girlfriend's thick thatch of pit fur. The curly hairs felt softer than Meadow's pussy hair looked, but was no less thick and substantial. Meadow giggled as Becky's tanned, slender fingers tickled her sensitive pits as they worshiped her silky pit curls. Becky withdrew her hand and slowly lifted it to her nostrils, where she inhaled Meadow's sweaty musk that had collected on the hairs. The model sighed blissfully as her nostrils filled with her girlfriend's sharp, spicy fragrance.
"Righteous, huh?" said Meadow. "Never used to sweat much, Becks, but these pit bushes work up and hold on to a nice, strong funk. Heh, I'm
a true stinky, unwashed hippie now."
Becky chuckled. Her eyes suddenly zeroed in on Meadow's wild explosion of pussy hair. Becky stooped down and felt the whiskery softness of Meadow's hairy inner thighs, smoothing and tickling the hairs. The model's hand traveled up to the overgrown glory of Meadow's moistening cunt and plunged into the hairy forest. Yes, the wiry hair was definitely rougher and coarser than the sleek, almost glossy armpit hair. She rubbed her hand through the shaggy pile of ladyfur, Meadow gasping with arousal as Becky probed her hairy pussy.
Becky's finger eventually discovered Meadow's engorged, trembling clit beneath the canopy of wiry hair, and she rubbed lovingly at her girlfriend's pleasure button as she inserted the fingers of her over hand into Meadow's drenched vagina. Meadow's hips began to sway and thrust as the mounting pleasure built up into the delirium of orgasm. Meadow screamed and moaned as her pussy squirted streams of sticky girl-cum, soaking both her bush and Backy's hands. Nobody could make Meadow squirt as hard as Becky Cooper could.
Becky raised one cum-drenched hand to her lips and lapped up Meadow's salty juices while her other hand stroked the soaked, matted clumps of pussy hair. "W-wow, Mead! And I thought you had one sexy pussy before! And those hairy pits! Hot damn."
Meadow grinned enticingly. "Want some of your own?"
Becky drank in the sight of Meadow's hairy body. It was truly the most gorgeous thing Becky had ever seen, period. Becky's mind drifted to the stupid modeling agency that had fired her just that day for gaining a single fucking pound. Well, fuck them right in their bald asses! Becky Cooper would spite them and reclaim her dignity by breaking the ultimate beauty taboo, and she'd look mega-sexy doing it! It was time to embrace the natural order and go hairy. "Yep, Mead. I'm ready for some serious furriness. First we finish my pussy, then we can do my pits. After that, we wing it."
"Far out!" Meadow chirped, almost dancing. The hippie plopped down on her knees. She playfully ruffled the short, insubstantial bristles that already grew on Becky's pussy, eagerly anticipating their expansion. She gave the slightly downy pussy a quick lick to reduce friction. At last, the hairy hippie swiped the brush down her girlfriend's waiting pussy.
Becky gasped as she felt the erotic tickle return to her cunt, only at least three times stronger. This time she understood what was happening: she was actually FEELING the hairs growing in! It almost felt like an orgasm, but more prickly. She watched with swelling arousal as the existing whiskers grew longer and coarser, darkening from almost translucent to a medium blonde (a shade or two darker than her golden hair). Meanwhile, brand new hairs were sprouting out of goosebumps and filling the substantial gaps in her pussy's fur coat.
Meadow gave a few more strokes to Becky's new bush until she was satisfied with its length: a glorious, golden four inches of fur that rivalled even Krystal's cushiony pubes. Becky lovingly patted her new fluff. "Holy shit! I love it! Is it done?"
"Only the main part," answered Meadow. "We still need to add the finishing touches, honey." With that, Meadow brushed very lightly at Becky's smooth inner thighs, conjuring a light dusting of short, semi-transparent hairs. The thigh hair was nearly invisible until it caught the light, causing it to shimmer like gold. Becky was stunned by how much more beautiful a little fuzz could make her body.
"Now your treasure trail," said Meadow.
"I get an honest-to-Christ treasure trail, too?!" Becky gasped joyfully. "Sweet! I didn't even know girls could grow those."
"Believe me," said Krys, proudly patting her own curly treasure trail, "we can when fucking magic's involved."
Meadow carefully positioned her brush just above Becky's pierced belly button and dragged it down the swimsuit model's lower body until it touched the edge of her enormous pubes. Becky groaned in arousal as the strip of brushed skin erupted with little goosebumps, each with a tine, yellow prick sticking out of it. Slowly but surely, each hair bud grew a bit longer until they were a quarter inch long. Meadow brushed the thin treasure trail a few more times, lengthening it to its desired size of an inch of lovely golden hair. The hippie then rubbed the brush around Becky's belly button a bit, growing the surrounding hairs another inch.
Becky beamed as she ran her fingers through her lush new trail. "My God, this is awesome! I can't even find my bellybutton ring in all this hair. Now let's do my pits."
Becky hoisted an arm over her head. Meadow obligingly licked the bald armpit and scrubbed it with Circe's brush. Soon the plain, featureless skin was crowned by a spectacular tuft of golden, three-inch hair. Becky lifted her other arm, and Meadow quickly repeated the hairification. The sight of lazily sprouting hair never lost its enchantment for Meadow. The hairy hippie satisfiedly took in her girlfriend's newly furry pits. They nicely complimented her vibrant jungle of pubes.
Becky gymnastically contorted in an effort to feel her fresh armpit fluff. "Jesus, we've done it! Damn, if the stupid agency could see my body now! They'd either throw up or beg me to come back and grace them with my Sasquatch body."
Sierra Belville laughed. "You aren't a Sasquatch yet, girl. You've got a lot more brushing to do before you can claim THAT title. Keep it up! Maybe you'll grow a mane like me."
Becky grinned like a kid in a toy store. "I just might, the way you rock it Sierra."