TWO in the BUSH -
by DJH
Amanda Vail was 27, a pretty 5’8” long-haired blonde who
taught 7th Grade English at Meadowoods Middle School. Quiet
and bespectacled, thin at about 125 lbs, she was liked by
both students and the other teachers, although she never
seemed to socialize much. Three doors down the hall was the
8th grade Math room of Beth Kyser. Like Amanda she was 125
lbs and perhaps a half-inch taller than her than younger by
a year colleague. Her long auburn hair, like the English
teachers, went well past her shoulders. The two women were
not close friends but had always been friendly and pleasant
to each other in the three years they had worked together,
and now and then had double-dated with a pair of high-school
teachers, but in the main they tended to their work, their
hobbies, and their own private, intensely personal secret
fetish.
And it was that fetish that had the two women standing in
the schools’ wrestling room, naked as the day they were
born, arms hanging loosely at their sides, preparing to wage
a bitter and unquestionably painful war. But the story truly
begins slightly earlier that day, when the secret both women
had held closely guarded for years had been revealed to the
other.
It was the last day of school, when parties were thrown and
games and contests were held outside. It had been a
tradition for each class to throw a teacher from each grade
level into the mud pit used for the tug-of-war and a
rainstorm two days before had made it extra slimy. By the
luck of the draw and the secret vote of the student groups
organizing the party, it happened to be Amanda and Beth who
were chosen, and despite their struggles, first one and then
a few minutes later the other was covered head to foot in
mud. As the party ended and students rushed to catch their
buses or say goodbye to friends, the two bedraggled and
filthy schoolteachers walked towards the gymnasium to
shower. The 6th grade teacher, a male, had wisely brought a
change of clothing and towels, so by the time the two ladies
reached the girl’s locker and shower room, the school was
deserted and quiet, not to ring again with voices for three
months.
The messy pair chatted as they approached the gym; but as
they reached the locker room their voices went silent.
Amanda moved to one side of the locker room and Beth the
other. Both turned their backs to the other as they stripped
their dirty clothes off and then both did a strange thing;
the pair edged sideways toward the shower, trying hard not
to show it but keeping their backs and buttocks facing each
other. This strange tableau continued in the shower
room--both took positions on opposite sides of the room at
the shower head farthest away and continued to face away
from the other. Neither commented on the other’s seemingly
strange behavior--in fact, neither said much of anything.
Amanda finished first and being the farthest away from the
exit began to sidle silently towards the opening. Beth did
not hear her fellow teacher and assumed she had left the
shower room. So she also began backing, straight back as it
were, toward the door-and Amanda.
Nothing might have occurred except for a bumping of hips or
buttocks, hasty apologies, and secrets kept; but that what
not what the fates had in store. A small sliver of soap lay
in Beth’s’ path. Her right foot hit it and she lost her
balance, stumbling backward with her arms flailing to keep
her balance. The sound alerted Amanda, too late, as Beth
collided heavily with her and both women tripped over the
others bare legs and went down, ending up on their sides
facing the other.
Both began to move quickly to get up and turn away; then
first Amanda and then Beth slowed and stopped, their eyes
riveted on the site before their eyes.
Not the breasts; they were both well shaped 33B’s with
small, round nipples. Not the legs or feet, both long and
muscular from evening aerobics; not even their vaginal and
clitoral areas, which were quite normal in every way. It was
the hair that covered the pubic region that both women’s
eyes were locked on.
To say they were hairy is a gross understatement; the hair
was long and thick and full, covering their cunts and clits
so thoroughly that they could not be seen. It extended onto
their thighs and upwards their navels and down the narrow
crack between vagina and anus. Despite the huge mass, now
wet and glistening, it was clean, brushed and obviously well
taken care of; Beth noted, with an emotion she could not yet
define, that Amanda had curled some of the strands--as had
she. Still silent, the two moved toward their lockers, this
time facing the other, eyes at crotch level, voices still
silent.
They reached their lockers, but instead of sitting down,
cleaning their clothing and departing, both stayed standing
and staring. Beth’s emotions were becoming more defined now;
embarrassment at being discovered, amazement that Amanda
sported a bush, lighter in color, but in every way equal to
hers-which she had been growing and pampering since puberty,
and something else: jealousy, anger, rage, and then hatred.
How DARE she have done this, tried to show me up, tried to
show she’s a better woman than I! In the other corner Amanda
was feeling the same emotional tidal wave, and the two
women’s’ faces hardened. What was to come made little
rational sense; but when one’s lifelong fetish is suddenly
rocked and challenged, rationality often takes leave.
“Not bad, Beth, but mine is fuller and thicker” said Amanda
“No way, Mandy, that your ugly clump matches my perfect
pubes” retorted Beth
“Mine is better than yours in every way” sneered Amanda,
pushing her hips forward to accentuate the incredibly lush
growth.
“Not in a million years” jeered Beth, matching Amanda’s
provocative position.
Rage possessed Amanda; how dare this, this, CUNT compare her
own little hairball with my pussy hair, the longest,
fullest, and finest in the world. “Better pull that cunt of
yours back, bitch, or I just might have to clean in out for
you.” “I’d love to see you try; asshole” snarled Beth
“because I’d snatch those measly hairs off your puss before
you could blink.” By now all reason had been lost and both
women were ready to throw themselves at the other; but the
concrete floor they stood on caused Beth to pause and think
and she said, “The wrestling room.” Amanda nodded and walked
down the corridor between the boys and girls locker rooms,
to the side room in-between. The room was covered with mats
and padding, used by the wrestling team. Striding to the
center of the room, Amanda turned to see Beth facing her,
arms at her sides, about 6 feet away. It was here that this
story began--now we move onward.
The truth be told, neither girl had ever been in a fight in
her life, especially one where her most treasured possession
was at stake. There was also some shyness at their own and
the other’s nudity, as both were virgins, having been
unwilling to share their fetish with any of the men they had
dated. But as the stares returned to the abundance below the
waist, the rage, the jealousy, the hatred came flooding
back, obscuring all reason and manners. Slowly, arms
outstretched, the two women moved at one another.
They grasped arms, straining against each other; both gasped
as round, erect nipples touched. The first contact of pussy
hair was electric and both jumped back, momentarily shocked
at this intimate duel. Amanda moved first, closing the
distance and allowing her bush to invade Beth’s; Beth at
first tried to move away but seeing Amanda smile, she glared
and shoved her hips forward, bringing the light and dark
hair into full contact. For five minutes they bumped and
ground away, a few dead hairs falling out as each others
thick pussy acted like a comb, running through the others
dense growth. Both had begun to breathe more quickly and
shallowly, but neither really noticed the additional
swelling occurring to the folds of skin below the masses of
hair. After a particularly hard bump together, the two broke
apart and stared at each other, noses barely two feet apart.
By now all inhibitions were gone--each saw in the other a
mortal foe to be defeated and humiliated.
Beth reached slowly down with her right arm, almost
caressing hers rival’s pubic hair. Amanda’s eyes narrowed
but she stood still, alert and ready for instant
retaliation. Beth smiled and ran her tongue along her lips
as her thumb and finger separated and grasped but two or
three hairs out of the superabundance between her rival’s
legs. Suddenly she yanked, hard and viciously. Although only
a tiny amount of pussy hair came away, the short, sharp
little pain caused Amanda’s eyes to widen. Moving her right
hand, she likewise grasped several strands from Beth’s huge
hairpie and yanked them out. Three more rounds of little
pinpricks went by before Beth, with a cry of rage and hate,
drove both hands full into Amanda’s bush, with Amanda not a
second behind her.
Both women screamed as their pride and joys were savagely
pulled at; neither tried to defend themselves but put
everything into the effort to defoliate their foe’s forest
of follicles. But while extremely painful and contributing
to the bits of hair now falling to the mats below, the
tactic was not as effective as the two young women had
hoped; when the yanking by one got too hard, her enemy
simply closed the distance between them, leaving her rival
no leverage to pull the hair out in clumps; in this way the
two described a weird, brutal dance as they moved each other
round the room. Both yelled and cursed each other as tears
appeared in their eyes; fingers pulling at hair occasionally
brushed vaginal folds or their ripe and now erecting
clitorises. After four minutes of this activity, the two
broke apart by mutual consent. Their breathing was labored
and the sweat now covered their bodies, giving both a sheen
that glistened on their tan bodies. Light and Dark hair now
lay on the floor like a light covering, but to look at the
two forests between their legs, it was as if no hair had
been lost at all. It was obvious to both girls that to
continue the battle this way would take too long and be too
painful to reach a decision. While Beth thought about how
she could finish off Amanda, she saw her rival smile and
slip out the door. “Where is she going” thought Beth “I
don’t believe she is giving up.” Two minutes passed and
Amanda reappeared. She had been down the hall to the shop
class room, and in her hand were two bottles of stick-tite
glue--the glue that bonds anything--non toxic. With a
challenging look in her eye, Amanda tossed one of the
bottles towards Beth, who caught it and stared back at
Amanda. The meaning was obvious; at any other time she would
have come back to her senses and left the room, left Amanda,
and kept her hair and her dignity. But she was mad, mad
beyond common sense; her pussy hurt and the reason for that
pain and her rage was standing, sneering, in front of her.
Quickly unscrewing the cap, Beth began rubbing the liquid
into and around her pubes. Amanda quickly copied her.
Tubes empty, the two rivals moved together, hips outthrust
to once again blend blonde and black pussy hairs together.
For anyone else this strange dueling technique would have
failed for lack of sufficient contact surface; but the
incredible density of both women’s thatches made it work.
Two full minutes they allowed the glue to do its work; a
slight tug at that milepost showed that for the moment, the
two were like Siamese twins, joined at the most personal
area a woman has. Hands entwined and also bonded as the glue
left on them did its job. Eyes stared deeply into eyes as
each searched for fear in their opponent, secretly hoping to
find it and avoid what was coming; but neither backed down.
As the two minutes expired, Amanda made the first move. Eyes
wide in hatred, she spit full into Beth’s face, screamed
“BITCH” and threw her hips back, yanking Beth with her.
Stunned then enraged, Beth let fly with a wad of her own
spit, screamed “CUNT” back in the face of her foe and tugged
back. Battle was now joined in earnest.
Neither girl moved much; both concentrated on pulling her
hips backward so as to exert the most pressure and pain on
the others bush. Amanda took an early advantage, Beth being
pulled forward and, bent at the hips, was unable to pull
with as much strength as Amanda. Desperate, Beth thrust her
hips forward instead, which by chance shoved her vagina lips
into Amanda’s, causing the fair-haired girl to lose
concentration and give Beth the advantage. Amanda retaliated
with a pussy shot of her own and soon both women had
returned to the upright position in this macabre and savage
tug-of-war. Breasts now brushed against breasts as stomachs
met and pushed each other in and out in time with the
rasping breaths. Beth began to gain an advantage again; as
Amanda moved forward to counter the overwhelming pain in her
groin, she slipped in one of the puddles of sweat and
crashed heavily into Beth, causing both ladies to hit the
mat, Amanda on top.
Hands now above their heads locked in a trial of strength,
bodies in full and intimate contact, Beth and Amanda
wrestled across the room, first one on top then the other.
From the prone position they did not have the leverage to do
much damage in the bonded area; but the feel of naked body
sliding and grappling with naked body, nipples wrestling and
entwined with nipple, began to arouse the women with
emotions they had not expected or experienced, except from
personal stimulation at home late at night. Breathing became
shorter and deeper while cheeks flushed and tongues licked
lips gone suddenly dry. For a few moments, the two teachers
forgot their rage as something else began to build inside of
them; but the Beth, currently on top, moved to sit up and
the mutual pain to the pussies brought the feelings of hate
and anger back to the fore. Coming off the floor with her
rival, Amanda and Beth found themselves sitting up, Beth
sitting in Amanda’s lap. Slowly now, eyes never leaving the
other, they slowly moved their legs so that right leg
crossed on top of rivals’ left, breasts touching and cunts
fully locked. Not much hair was visible on the floor--that
which had been yanked out was still attached to her enemy’s
cunt hair, as prisoners of war, so to speak. From this
position both began to pull backwards, leaning back as far
as they could stand and then bumping together as the strain
became too great. Screams and sobs now echoed through the
room as both women fought to denude their opponent once and
for all. The screams also masked the sensual emotions being
felt, despite the tremendous pain and suffering, as now damp
cunts squished into cunts and clits, now fully erect, were
brushed by hair and occasionally the other’s clit. The
battle became more and more brutal, both leaning back
farther and farther, both pulling harder and harder, pushing
the mats with their feet to get maximum drive, breasts
flopping and nipples waggling as the two humped and cried
and pushed.....
Suddenly, the two cunts, tied together so closely, popped
apart with an audible tearing sound. So great was the effort
that their hands, by now so sweaty that the glue had lost
it’s edge, popped apart and the pair fell heavily back on
the mat, legs still intertwined but cunts now several feet
apart.
Amanda was aware at first only of great pain; both from
between her legs, where agony jolted her senses again and
again, and in her heart, for that pain could only mean she
had lost; lost to Beth, lost that which she had nurtured and
cared for and protected all these years; lost to a stronger,
better, cunt. She could hear Beth sobbing, as loudly as
Amanda’s own cries, and thought “well, at least I hurt her
some.” Slowly, she sat up to see the damage, as Beth also
reared up off of the mat to inspect the results. What the
two saw caused them to gasp in amazement and temporarily
forget their pain.
In between the diamond formed by their legs was a huge
hairball, black and blonde hair all mixed together and
forming an untidy and sticky mess. The two women’s’ cunts
were a mess, with 80% of the hair gone, the remaining
scattered in ugly, tattered clumps, often with a tuft of her
rivals’ bush attached to it. Both women looked at the ruin
of their pussy hair, so carefully and manically taken care
of over the years; then looked at the obscene mass between
them; then at each other. And suddenly, without warning,
they began to laugh.
It was loud and full and hysterical and the two laughed
until they cried, tears streaming down cheeks and with eyes
wide and slightly unbalanced. Finally, they wore down and
looked at each other once again. For two women who had been
locked in the most intimate mortal combat three minutes
before, it was almost a shy look. Then Beth, moving
hesitantly forward, lightly kissed Amanda on the lips.
Somewhat to her surprise, Amanda did not recoil but instead
opened her mouth and the pair’s tongues caressed and rubbed
against the others. The kiss was finally broken, and the two
resumed staring at the other--but with a look that could
only be described as lustful.
“I guess I’d better shave the rest of this mess off” said
Beth. “Me too,” Amanda replied. “I think there are razors
and cream in the coaches’ office.” Climbing slowly to their
feet, the two women stood facing the other, nipples
touching. “You shave me and I shave you?” queried Amanda.
“As long as you’re as gentle as I plan to be” smiled Beth.
Faces moved together and arms encircled chests as the two
women once again kissed long and deep. A fetish had been
discarded; a lifestyle had been discovered; all in all, a
most equitable trade.
THE END