2 comments/ 88673 views/ 10 favorites Horny Meetra By: chartersaveme Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled with big cocks, silk sheets, and the wild animal humping. I had been fantasizing about sex so much I was hardly paying any attention to my ten classes. That's right, ten classes -- such is the life of a medical student. But just because we're busy doesn't mean we don't have needs, special needs that need special attention... It wasn't that I wasn't getting any action at all. I had gotten engaged over the summer to lovely man my parents introduced me to at a family gathering. He was kind and thoughtful, successful and ruggedly good-looking. We became good friends very quickly, and with our parents' encouragement, we decided to get engaged. You might wonder at the quickness of it, but arranged marriages are quite common in my family, and I have never been the romantic type. Ali and I were both very pleased that we had found someone we'd like to spend the rest of our lives with. I thought that he was probably one of the only men that could ever make me happy. After the engagement, we were finally allowed to spend time alone together, which I hoped meant that we could safely fool around a bit. Whenever we did have time to meet between our respectively busy schedules, there was plenty of snuggling, kissing, and sometimes light petting, but never anything more than that. We both came from conservative immigrant families, and as much as I might want it, there would be no sex before marriage. Too bad for me, the closet nympho/horny virgin. One particularly desperate night just before the fall semester had begun, I was dying to be fucked, so horny that I couldn't keep my hands off Ali as we made out on the couch in front of The Daily Show. He had spent the day helping me move into my new apartment near the medical school. Watching him lifting boxes all day, all sweaty and oh so sexy, it was all I could do to keep from running to the bathroom and wanking off. My poor aching pussy was screaming for release. We had taken our (separate) showers and eaten a take-out dinner in front of the tube. Now we were cuddling in each others' arms watching Jon Stewart, usually my favorite show, and the last thing I could think about was politics. "Babe?" I ventured. A kiss on the forehead -- how chaste, I thought ironically. "Yeah sweetheart?" "You know what I can't wait for? More than being a bride or having this wedding?" "Hm?" "I can't wait for our wedding night." A squeeze around the shoulders. And silence. Another try, then. "I can't wait for us to make love for the first time. It's been all I can think about for the last few days." I looked into his eyes, yearning to see some of my lust reflected there in the glare of the television. There was something there, but I couldn't quite discern what. "Meets, you know, I think it's going to be the most amazing night of our lives." A peck on the nose -- this particular habit is one of the many reasons why I'm ecstatic that we found each other. He looked deeply into my brown eyes, probably seeing more there than I'd care to have him know just yet. "You are a spectacular woman, Meetra, and believe me, I can't wait to be your man in every," another nose-peck, "sense," this time, a real kiss, "of the word." He smiled a slow, easy smile that went straight to my soul, before he kissed me deeply, his hands wound in my hair. I kissed him back urgently, more brazenly than I ever had before, physical need driving my actions. I teased his lips with my tongue, and I heard his breathing start to quicken. My hands were fluttering everywhere, now on his shoulders, now his waist, now pulling one of his hands down from my neck and pressing it on my breast. My breath sucked in from the electricity of it; I had never felt another person's touch there, and the feeling was almost too heady to bear. I gasped, and Ali sucked on my lips, just grazing them with his teeth. Words had long since abandoned me, and I was feeling nothing but pure lust. Every time Ali's fingers brushed my swollen nipples, pertly poking through bra and t-shirt, I moaned from the icy shiver running down my back. I rejoiced to feel his heart pounding so close to my own, to feel his crotch harden against my leg. Would I now finally get release? But the more I writhed and pressed against him with years of repressed sexual energy, the more he seemed to slow down and pull away. Was he some kind of saint? Why had I chosen to marry such a prude, I thought angrily. But then again, I am a rather insistent person. I thought I had an idea to bring him around. I had just managed to get my hand inside the waistband of his jeans before he pulled it right back out again. "Um, why don't we wait on that for a bit? Don't you think it'll make it that much more special on the big night?" No!!! I want your dick now, I want you to fuck me now! my soaked panties screamed. But I heard my voice say, "Well, yeah, I guess you're right. I do want our first time to be perfect -- so I guess we can take it slow." Reluctantly, I let him pull me up into a more upright position. So much for building honesty in the relationship. I respected him for his restraint, but I was still so horny, damn it! I crossed my arms over my throbbing nipples and felt like crying from shame and frustration, but I felt Ali watching me, so I forced myself to stay composed. I think he must have read the lust and disappointment in my eyes, because before I knew it, Ali was kissing me full on the mouth, with a little tongue for the first time ever, and surprise! Ali slid a hand over my throbbing crotch and began to grind me slowly through my jeans. I almost sobbed with relief as we continued to kiss deeply, Ali's urgency now beginning to match my own. I pulled him closer to me, moaning as I felt the weight of his body above mine, his straining erection on my thigh. My legs spread and drew up reflexively, at least one managing to wrap around his beautifully shaped ass. Ali pulled away from my mouth, propping himself on one arm, the other busy between my legs. I dug my fingernails into his ripped arms, and he slowly rubbed the tent of his jeans against the inside of my thigh as he watched my face. We were rocking rhythmically now, my hips bucking to match his hand. Obviously, I was so randy at this point that it didn't take much to put me over the edge. I arched my pussy against his hand as he rubbed, grinding my clit against the inseam of my jeans, and I came hard and fast, too fast, whimpering into Ali's starched collar, already wishing it wasn't over so soon. As my fiancé discreetly excused himself to the restroom to take care of his own business, I was left on the sofa, nipples and clit throbbing, unfulfilled and unsated. The muskiness of my crotch and the freshness of his laundered shirt still filled my nose. Several months later, I still hadn't seen Ali since our dry-humping session in August. He had gone overseas to work on a business deal, and I was counting the days until our winter wedding. I had come to accept the fact that my marriage night would probably be the next time I had any hope of getting any. My attention was so diverted between the wedding planning and fantasizing about sex that it was a wonder I didn't fail any classes. My secret vibrator (known to some as 'electric toothbrush') was all that kept me from flying out to Dubai and humping Ali, wherever he was. But I was still just as horny, just as dissatisfied since August. What was unusual were my fantasies. Since I had met Ali, these had been rigidly restricted to imagining my wedding night, wild lovemaking in elaborate positions, with the only variables being my choice of lingerie and the particulars of our honeymoon suite. Now I found myself reverting to those secret fantasies I had concocted in college as I lay in bed touching myself, listening to my suitemate being fucked by her boyfriend on the other side of the wall. Night after night, I imagined myself on the other side of the wall with Jane, tasting her lithe body and feeling her touch on my skin. And she was such a tease, too! Jane hardly ever wore pants around the suite so I always had to consciously find somewhere else to focus my eyes when we chatted in the hallway, painfully conscious of the shape of her pussy through her cotton panties, surreptitiously looking for a stray brown curl. Jane was blessed with one of those effortlessly toned bodies; she had been a dancer when she was younger, and even though she didn't keep up with it in college, her muscled legs and firm butt maintained her physique. Along with pants, Jane didn't care for bras either; and this was nearly my downfall. She had the most succulent breasts I had ever seen on a woman, perfectly sized and shaped, with plump upturned nipples that were always poking through her t-shirt. I would get turned on just thinking about them. Being a good four inches taller than her I had to consciously remind myself not to look down her shirt. Not that I always listened. On more than one occasion, I had the pleasure of seeing Jane nude. Being suitemates we shared a bathroom with four other girls, and because of our schedules we'd often cross paths there at night. As I would go in to wash my face and brush my teeth before bed, she would usually be just getting out of the shower. And it was perfectly comfortable for her to be standing there on the mat in front of the shower stalls, dripping water off her beautiful body, her usually nut-brown hair dark and sexily slicked back, carrying on a conversation with me as though she weren't glisteningly wet and stark naked. I never knew what to do when this happened; she always acted so sophisticated and nonchalant, not bothering to turn away or cover herself as she toweled off, not realizing that i was staring at the curve of her breasts, the shadow of her thatch. I would stand there red-faced, unable to take my eyes off her, toothpaste dribbling down my chin as I pretended to listen to what she was saying. On those lonely college nights when I'd diddle myself as Jane moaned with her lover next door, I'd imagine that one night, when I walked to into the bathroom and heard the shower running, I'd be brave enough to strip and get into her stall with her. She wouldn't look surprised, but rather, she would smile at me nymph-like, her eyes lazily running up and down my naked body. I'd allow her a few moments' glance, but then I'd grab her body and push her against the tiled wall, kissing her mouth ferociously and kneading her perky tits as she only half-heartedly mewed her objection. I would make her whimper as I pinched her swollen pink nipples, suck her neck at the soft spot behind her ear. Jane would be clawing at my back all the while, gripping the curve of my ass-cheeks, searching the dark thatch between my legs with her fingers. As my kisses became less frenzied and more deep, she would gently push me away, and begin to nuzzle my breasts as the hot water still beat down on us. Slowly Jane would begin to suck them, starting with only the nipple but taking more and more in, attending with her hand to one as she sucked the other. It would feel delicious, the simultaneous sensation of her tongue flicking in ways I never thought possible on one nipple as her hand roughly squeezed my other tit. I would watch her work her dainty mouth on my plump brown nipples, both of us glistening with water, my golden-brown skin complemented by her smooth ivory. As I arched my neck and moaned with pleasure, she would run a finger slowly down my soft stomach, looking up from my breasts into my thickly lashed eyes with her green ones, turned almost black with desire. My breath would catch and I'd suck my stomach in as she touched my navel, and she would pause there for a moment, smiling at me almost maliciously before trailing her finger tantalizingly downwards again. Her finger would slip between my folds, slick with water and my juices, and using her hand to spread my pussy she would slowly, tantalizingly begin to lick, teasing my clit with her tongue. My breath would become ragged as the sensation overtakes my body, and I would gyrate my hips to rub my pussy harder against her hot tongue. As she sucked my engorged clit I would come, grasping her shoulders for support, almost passing out from the orgasm, saying her name again and again as my eyes looked towards heaven... At this point in my fantasy one hand would be moving lightning-speed over my wet, throbbing clit, the other squeezing my tit, and I would come every time, sometimes in synchrony with Jane and her lover on the other side of the wall, always afraid she would hear my cries. It was this fantasy that I had been revisiting every night when I came home after school to my empty apartment. Today, one of my old childhood friends was throwing me a bridal shower in her stylish downtown apartment. Weeks ago she had asked for a list of people she should invite, and I had included Jane, without any real hope of seeing her there. We had somewhat fallen out of touch in the last few years, phone calls being limited to birthdays, the last meeting for coffee several years ago. I hadn't spoken to her since I'd gotten engaged. Sarah, the shower's hostess, had written on the invitation that the dress code was 'risque,' which, I supposed, meant that we were supposed to wear the outfits our mothers thought we didn't have, those sexy little numbers bought on a whim but never actually worn out by us conservative, modest girls. I was curious to see what the girls that I had grown up with would wear, having rarely seen most of them without a headscarf. For myself, I chose a sheer black chiffon tunic, embroidered beautifully around the neck and sleeves with shimmering silver threads in a delicate floral pattern. It was a gift from my parents from the last time they visited India, intended to be worn with a full coverage slip, pants, and a modest scarf. For the shower, I wore it with only a black demi-cup lace bra and skinny black satin trousers. I stood in front of the mirror, trying the outfit on with tall silver patent heels. I was somewhat surprised by my reflection; my body looked sleeker, leaner, and my face was glowing. I guessed the pre-wedding workout regimen was working. I stayed in front of the mirror for a few minutes, studying myself. The effect of the sheer black tunic was dynamite; it showed only enough to be sexy, but not enough to be trashy. I turned around to see the curve of my butt in the tight pants, flirtatiously rounded out a bit from the high heels, and I admired the sleekness of my hair, naturally wavy, and falling just right around my face. The heels and skinny pant made me look even taller than my five feet eight inches. What pleased me most, however, was the effect of the scalloped, unfinished lace edges of my bra as they lay on my skin. What had been trimmed from my body on the treadmill was not lost from my chest; my breasts were as plump and full as ever, large but still proportional to my tall frame. I watched in the mirror as I did a sexy little dance for myself, my hands running through my hair and over my body. I smiled as I realized that I had never felt this sensual, this sexual before in my life, and that amazingly, it was somehow having an effect on my appearance. "If only Ali were here to see this," I thought to myself. "I wonder how long his self-control would last then." The wedding shower was unremarkable; Sarah did her best to impress my college and medical school friends with hired waitresses and dainty mocktails. Everyone had interpreted the dress code differently, some girls with plunging necklines and short dresses, others, inexplicably, wearing their old prom dresses. Though I didn't quite believe them, all my girlfriends told me I looked beautiful, and that Ali was lucky to have me. They were all full of saucy advice and lewd jokes about my wedding night, and after five minutes, I had almost completely tuned out. Not surprisingly, Jane had not come, and as the evening progressed, it became even harder and harder to act the blushing bride, gracious and glowing. Finally, Sarah announced that it was time to open gifts, and I breathed an internal sigh of relief since this almost definitely signified the end of the evening. I unwrapped the white and silver paper and held up the cursory filmy negligees and lacy thongs as my girlfriends giggled and twittered, making raunchy jokes and snapping photographs, swearing to never show anyone. After what seemed like hours, Sarah handed me the final gift, which was much heavier than the others and wrapped in a most un-weddingish paper, black with tiny pink hearts sprinkled across it. With a little curiosity I removed the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. There it was, a huge, pink strap-on dildo, sitting on a bed of black satin. I gasped, lifting it out of its nest by the leather harness and looked up at Sarah, my mouth wide open. "It vibrates," she said quietly to me, looking more mischievous than I had ever seen her before. All the girls were in an uproar about the hilarious prank gift Sarah had given me and they didn't hear Sarah whisper in my ear, "It was the best gift I got at my shower, and my marriage is ten times better because of it. It's not a joke, darling, and I hope you'll both enjoy it." I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything to say, so I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Who would have thought that little straight-laced religious Sarah was such a kink behind closed doors! A few weeks later after a barrage of exams I barely managed to pass, I got a phone call from Jane. My heart beating a little faster than normal, I flipped open the cell. "Hi Meetra, it's Jane! Honey, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it out to the shower, things have been pretty crazy lately." "Don't worry about it Janie, believe me, you didn't miss much. Where have you been? Is everything alright?" As it turned out, everything was not alright. Jane had been on rocky territory with her boyfriend for the past few months, and apparently, it had all come to a head just before my wedding shower. She'd basically had to start her life over, look for a job and a place to live, buy a car, and take care of all the things herself that she had taken for granted when she was with him. "Anyway, it's been a horrible couple of weeks, but I so wanted to come to your shower. I had a gift and everything. But I'll be passing through your town tonight on my way down to a job interview. If you're not too busy, I could stop by and..." Before she could finish her sentence, I said yes, and gave her directions to my apartment. It was 8:30 pm that night, and I was pacing the apartment liked a caged panther, unable to sit still for a moment. I had spent hours that afternoon choosing an outfit to wear, finally deciding on a slim, chocolate knee-length skirt and a skin-tight turquoise jersey turtleneck, with my favorite brown heels. It took me another two hours to do my hair, trying it ironed straight and in a messy ponytail, but finally leaving it down and curling on my shoulders. I couldn't decide if I was excited to see Jane because she was my old friend, or if I was nervous because I wanted something more to happen. I couldn't even calm myself down enough to think for a moment about what my feelings were exactly. Clearly, my horniness was clouding my thinking. At this rate, I would have to change my top because of the sweatstains. I was heading to the bathroom to put on more deodorant, when my phone rang. Horny Meetra Ch. 02 Ali and I were married! Finally, after the months and months of waiting, we were husband and wife. Tonight was the night! I was finally going to get to be with my man, finally allowed to sleep with the person I had come to love so much. Only to have to endure a five-hour wedding reception for six hundred guests in the fanciest hotel in town. "If I've waited this long..." I thought, not a little desperately. But then there was something about being the center of attention, wearing a once-in-a-lifetime dress, finally seeing all the planning materialized in a beautiful, romantic evening. Everything so far had gone perfectly to plan, from the quiet, family-only ceremony in the morning to cutting the tiered, white chocolate wedding cake just minutes ago. As a group of relatives I didn't recognize climbed the stage to pose for a picture with Ali and me as the night wound down, my brand new husband leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you know these people?" I laughed, and said, "I thought they were from your side." Bound to happen at a wedding this size, I supposed. "Say cheese!" trilled the increasingly irritating photographer. My face was starting to hurt from all the smiling. Not that I wasn't ecstatically happy. I was just getting increasingly anxious about being alone with Ali, about finally having sex with him. It wasn't as though I hadn't fantasized about it endlessly, seeing it again and again in my mind's eye as I masturbated with increasing anticipation every night. We had been alone many times before, but not since I had cheated on him with Jane. I couldn't decide if it even counted as cheating, since it was with a woman. I couldn't decide if I should tell him or just convince myself it never happened. If I did tell him, would Ali be more angry at the fact that I had slept with someone else, or that that someone was female? Jane and I were perfectly clear that our one night of passion didn't mean we wanted a relationship; it was just that, a night of passion and physical love between two friends who desperately needed to get laid. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, but would Ali be frightened by my unexpected sexual openness? I didn't want to disappoint him so early in our relationship, before we had a chance to build something of our own. But I didn't know how long I could last, keeping such a secret to myself. And then there was the anticipation of the sex itself. Could it possibly live up to everything I had dreamed of? Would Ali be the lover I had fantasized about since I hit puberty? Would I be able to please him, or would he be disappointed? Could he somehow sense that I had more experience than he had previously thought? It was with this maelstrom of emotions: guilt, love, shame, desire, anxiety, and happiness, that I walked into the elevator with Ali, hand in hand, as we waved goodbye to the crowd of crying, happy loved ones. This was it! We were going up to our honeymoon suite, for what felt like the culminating night of my entire life. As soon as the elevator doors slid closed, Ali and I reached for one another in our first embrace as a married couple. "I love you, baby," Ali whispered into my neck, as a hot stab of guilt struck deep in my stomach. "I'm so happy you're finally mine." "I love you too, so much," I said, just before I kissed him lightly, hoping to convey with a kiss all the things I was too afraid to say. We finally made it up to our penthouse suite, a gift from Ali's parents, and we followed the trail of rose petals to our door. Ali opened the door, and to my surprise, picked me up, twenty-five pounds of embroidered silk and all. He carried me over the threshold and gently set me down before turning around to lock the door. Ali turned around, and with a soft smile playing across his lips and an inscrutable look in his eyes, he walked over to me where I stood in the center of the candlelit room, and he said to me, "Well, here we are." "Yes," I said, heart still pounding from our elevator kiss. "I almost can't believe it." I looked down, the meaning of the look in his eyes suddenly becoming clear -- it was desire, uncloaked and unrestrained. Surprisingly, I felt shy in front of him, for the first time I could remember. His light touch on my chin guided my face upwards again, and seeing the lust in Ali's eyes reignited every flame in my body. A split second later, we were kissing fiercely, Ali pressing my body to his with an intensity that finally reflected my own. Before I realized it, my heavy embroidered veil had fallen to the plush ivory carpet, and Ali's hands had somehow managed to untangle my hair from its hairpins. We were both murmuring and sighing with pleasure as our tongues teased each other, stroking against each other in a way that gave me goosebumps. He held my head gently, his fingers wound in my hair as I allowed him deeper and deeper entry to my mouth. As I purred with pleasure Ali sucked my lower lip, grazing it with his tongue before he thrust it back between my lips, searching for my tongue again. His caresses were making my nipples poke painfully at the underside of my heavily embroidered blouse and my pussy throb with anticipation. I kissed his tongue as it entered my mouth, using my lips to surround and suck it. Ali made a rumbling sound in his chest, and I pulled a little away from him, using my tongue to trace an outline on his lips. Our lips met again, kissing one last time, gentler and softer now, before we drew apart. There was a feeling of relief as the edge of our passion had been taken off. A little breathlessly, Ali brushed a strand of hair away from my face, saying, "You are amazing. I am so lucky to have you as my wife." Without responding, I slowly lowered myself in front of him, running my hands over his long silk tunic, feeling the heat of his flesh through the black material. I knelt on the floor, almost penitent, with my deep burgundy and gold skirt pooling on the carpet around me. My hands had stopped on Ali's thighs, my face level with his crotch. As I moved one hand lightly over the bulge that was already visible there, I looked up to see Ali suck in his stomach, and breathe out hard through his nose. "Oh god, Meetra," he whispered as I cupped my hand over his constrained erection, feeling him throb through the thin silk of his tunic and trousers. I felt Ali tense his muscles before he pulled the tunic over his head, revealing broad, toned muscles gliding under bronze skin. His hands made fists at his sides as I began to kiss his stomach, rubbing his thighs with a little more pressure now. Ali's eyes closed and his face turned upward as he struggled to maintain control. I traced circles around his navel with my tongue, sucking and nibbling his skin. I grasped his hips and begin to kiss just below his belly button, following the trail of fine black hairs that eventually disappeared under the drawstring waist of his black silk trousers, and I heard Ali let out a soft moan. Ali was now breathing like he had raced up several flights of stairs, and when I paused and drew away from him, he finally opened his eyes and looked down at me, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. "Are you ready?" I asked. Ali nodded his head, his neck muscles cording with anticipation. "Take it out," I whispered breathlessly, my eyes fixed on his crotch, "come on, show me your cock, baby." My heartbeat quickened under my breast as Ali unclenched one fist and slid his hand under the drawstring of his Indian pyjamas. With a soft rustle of silk, he tugged the waist down and hooked it under his sack, his hard penis springing up and out as he did so, finally free of its confines. I stared entranced at eight inches of thick, veined, bronze cock sprouting from a neatly trimmed thicket of black curls, as Ali's broad hand pumped it into an almost upright angle. "Oh yes," I murmured, feeling a warm buzzing begin in my pussy. "You like my cock, Meets?" grunted Ali, placing both of hands on his hips, thrusting his pelvis towards my face, "You wanna taste my cock?" I didn't waste time by answering. I grasped the base of his cock with my right hand, middle finger and thumb just barely making a circle around his girth, and I grabbed his clenched ass with my left hand. Starting very slowly to slide my hand up and down his hard rod, I placed my lips, shaped in a round O, just around the tip of his penis, tasting his saltiness with my tongue. Ali exhaled, watching my every move. I stopped my stroking and concentrated on sucking the pink, shiny head of his cock. I sucked my cheeks in, massaging his flesh with my tongue, flicking against his tip. "Oh fuck Meets, you feel so good..." groaned Ali, sweat beading on his temple. There was a loud pop as I pulled his penis out of my mouth, and then I began to lick the underside of his cock, concentrating on the spot where the head met the shaft. I used my hand to spread the wetness all over his cock, and then started to plunge the tip of his cock into my mouth rapidly as I stroked the shaft. Ali was biting his lip, a little moan escaping him now and then. I could tell he was getting close to coming, because he had started to buck his hips just slightly, matching the rhythm of my pumping. As I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking it slightly, teasing the underside with my tongue, Ali suddenly grasped my head, winding his hands into my hair. I started to hum with pleasure as he thrust me deeper and deeper onto his cock, the vibration making him shudder as he thrust. I was getting increasingly wet, wanting to feel his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into my pussy. Ali was almost yelling, "Oh yeah, come on baby, yeah, oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna come, Meets, I'm gonna come..." And he came, spurting his hot load down my throat. I didn't stop sucking his twitching cock, wanting every last drop in me, until I felt Ali's grip loosen on my head. Ali's breathing started to slow down now, and his cock, though still hard, drooped a little in my mouth. With a final suck and swallow, I released his penis from my mouth, and stood up, feeling a little dizzy as the blood drained from my head. I looked up into Ali's half-closed eyes as he wrapped me in his arms, still shaking from his orgasm. "I love you, I love you so much," he kept mumbling into my neck. I waited for him to stop shaking, and then I said, "Why don't you go lie down for a bit? I can change out of these clothes and then, maybe..." I couldn't keep the mischief out of my eyes. "Then it's your turn," Ali said with a grin, pecking me on the lips, and, tucking his cock back into his pants, he walked towards the bedroom. I poured myself a glass of water from the chilled bottles of Evian in the mini fridge, and then shut myself into the bathroom/dressing room, where all my things had been thoughtfully laid out by my bridesmaids. I stepped out of my dress, hanging it up carefully, and stripped until I was naked. After taking a quick sponge-bath, I rubbed in some of the delicious smelling lotion I had received at my bridal shower, not neglecting any part of my body. I massaged the lotion into my aching feet and up my legs, carefully avoiding the still-throbbing heat of my pussy, Brazilian waxed for the occasion. I was sure any touch there would send me over the edge at this point. As I smoothed the cool cream over my arms and chest, I looked in the mirror, admiring what I saw. My body was slender, more so than usual due to my pre-wedding workout regimen. The weight loss made me look even taller than my five feet, eight inches. My hair, jet black and shining from the salon blowout, spilled down my shoulders and back in a cascade of shimmering waves, framing my face with a few romantic wisps. My skin was an even golden-brown, glistening from the lotion. Working out had also toned my body, and what had been soft before was now firm and taut. My hips were wide, like all the women in my family, and my waist became narrow just above the navel. My breasts, my favorite feature of my body, were round and prominent, not too large for my frame, but more than adequate to be a handful for Ali's broad palms. The areolas were wide and soft brown, deepening to chocolate at the nipples, which were plump and erect from the cold lotion. I looked into my face, still a little flushed from recent activities. My eyes, large and clear brown, surrounded by thick black lashes, looked a little apprehensive, as though unsure of the future. My nose was straight but prominent, and my mouth was wide and full, the lips a natural rosy mauve shade. I applied a little makeup, just enough to hide the day's tiredness. After a quick swipe of sheer lipstick, I reached for the hanger on the back of the door. I slipped on the matching lacy thong and bra, both in a understated dark gray, which brought out the pink tones in my skin. Next came a matching sheer, pleated, chiffon gown, which had a side slit right up to my hip. It flowed like smoke as I twirled in front of the mirror. I stepped into a pair of dull gold boudoir slippers, a little difficult to manage in the plush carpet, and with a final appraising glance in the mirror, I stepped out. The lamps had been dimmed, and the only light shone through the open door of the bedroom. As I walked closer, I could see that the room was only lit with candles, probably hundreds of white votives on every horizontal surface in the room, interspersed with bunches of white roses and lilies. The bed was covered in crisp white linens and heaped with plump pillows, and there was soft music playing from unseen speakers. It was perfect, and as I stood in the doorway my eyes began to fill with tears, realizing that Ali had arranged it all without my knowledge, to surprise me. Just then I felt Ali walk up behind me, enclosing me in his strong arms. "Do you like it?" he asked, his lips brushing my neck. "It's perfect," I said, my voice almost breaking with emotion, "Thank you, Ali, it's absolutely perfect." He loosened his hold on me, swinging me by the hand around so we were face to face. I saw that he was dressed in black boxer briefs, some delicious perfume, and nothing else. He looked at me appreciatively up and down, twirling me to see every angle. "You look ravishing," he said softly, something of that lustful look returning to his eyes, "just like I had imagined." Ali lead me by the hand, gesturing to the foot of bed. I sat down, Ali right next to me, my skin electric with anticipation. This was finally the moment I had been waiting for; Ali and I were going to make love. Very gently, he pushed my hair off my back and over one shoulder, exposing my neck and the deep cut of the gown revealing my back. He ran his hands over my body, cupping my ass and caressing my leg where it was exposed through the slit. I turned away, and Ali slowly began to caress my neck and my back, first with his fingers, and then with his mouth. It was as though we had made love a hundred times before; Ali knew just how much pressure felt right, just the spots that would send bolts of pleasure from my pussy all over my body. My mouth was open as I started to breathe more deeply, my eyes closed to focus on the delicious sensations. Ali's lips left a trail of fire on my skin, and as he sucked a particularly sensitive area on my neck, his hands reached up and slid the straps of my gown off my shoulders, allowing the gown to puddle around my waist. Still kissing my neck, Ali traced his fingers down my arms, and then, grazing them over my lace-clad breasts, he moved to the bra's clasp nestled between them. Before I knew it my breasts had sprung free, and Ali lightly cupped them in his large, warm hands. A moan slipped from my lips as he massaged my breasts while still sucking my neck. My pussy was getting very wet, and my thong had long since soaked through with arousal. Ali rolled my already swollen nipples in his fingers, and they grew hard with his attentions. I couldn't help but cover Ali's hands with my own, encouraging him to be rougher, and squeeze my breasts with more ferocity. "Ali...I can't take any more, please, please make love to me!" I said, hardly able to get the words out between ragged breaths. Without a word, Ali stood up and deftly raised me onto the bed, my chiffon gown slipping off and falling to the floor. I shrugged off my bra and settled into the nest of pillows at the head of the enormous bed, propping myself onto my elbows, heart pounding as Ali crawled onto the bed as well. With an intent look on his face, Ali pulled the lacy thong off me, his fingers grazing a line of fire down the length of my legs. Finally, it was off, and I was completely naked, lying on the clean white duvet, my hair spread out like a storm cloud on the pristine pillow cover. Ali crawled and crouched so that his face was mere inches from my pussy. Echoing my words from earlier that evening, he asked, his voice husky with lust, "Are you ready, Meetra?" My heart skipped a beat. "Do it," I whispered, spreading my legs open before him, my pussy opening like a flower, revealing my sex and my arousal. I thought I heard Ali murmur, "Beautiful," before I drowned in ecstasy as he began to kiss me. He was sucking my pussy lips, puffy and wet with anticipation, and spreading them apart to reveal what lay within. He used a finger to dip inside my liquid vagina, spreading the fluid over my swollen clit. Ali began to lightly flick his tongue in circles around my clit, getting close but never touching it, driving me almost to madness. "Baby, please, I want more...I need more..." I moaned, and he immediately started tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, feather touches that had me writhing on the bed. I used one hand to hang on to a pillow for dear life, while the other was rolling and pinching my nipples. As I got more and more vocal, Ali slipped a finger into my vagina, already dripping with my juices. As he plunged his finger in and out of me, Ali also began to suck my clitoris, taking the whole engorged button into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. At this point I had almost lost control; I had my hands wound in Ali's short black hair, and I was grinding my pussy into his face. Ali fucked my pussy with his finger and sucked my clit, and it wasn't long before I came. It was the most intense orgasm, I had ever experienced, more mind-blowing than anything I was able to do myself, or even what I had experienced with Jane. I know I was screaming, but I can't remember if I was even forming words. Ali's mouth never left my pussy even as I thrashed and bucked against him in ecstasy. A minute later, when I collapsed onto the bed, a puddle of warm, golden liquid feeling, I was finally lucid enough to see that Ali was now standing, and he was pulling his boxer briefs down over his hips. There it was again, that fine specimen of manhood, standing proudly to attention, its tip already glistening from arousal. Ali stood at the foot of the bed, spreading his precum over his cock with slow, steady strokes. Even through my post-orgasmic haze, I knew I had to have his cock in me right away. Ali was watching me stare at his cock, and he said, "You want my cock in you?" God, I loved it when he talked dirty, after all those months of pretending to be chaste... My fingers were already rubbing my clit again, getting her ready for act two. "Get over here and fuck me already," I said, my voice low and husky with arousal. Ali didn't waste any time jumping up on bed, and once I had scooched myself up on some pillows, I watched as he kneeled before my spread legs. Using one hand to place the tip of his cock on my clit, he began to rub it in circles there, getting me even more excited then I already was, if possible. His penis was hot and hard, just like I had imagined it would be, and it teased and rubbed my clit, making me feel sensations I didn't think possible. Ali leaned forward, propping himself up on his free hand and started kissing me, on my mouth and neck, all the while murmuring little love sounds and flicking my clit with his cock. Horny Meetra Ch. 02 I kissed him back, my arms wrapped around his neck, our tongues dancing with one another. Slowly, Ali moved the tip of his cock down from my clit to the opening of my vagina, halting his kisses so he could watch my face. I inhaled sharply, and there was a questioning look in his eyes. As I nodded yes, he slowly, but forcefully, thrust his thick cock into my waiting pussy. Immediately, my vaginal muscles began contracting around him, and I had to count to ten to keep from coming again too soon. I looked up at Ali's face once he had pushed in as far as he could, and he wore an expression I can only describe as surprised ecstasy. Clearly, this was the first time he had fucked a woman's vagina. I felt a twinge of guilt as I reminded myself that this wasn't really my first time, Jane and the strap-on were my first and only other sexual experience with another person. But that didn't make this moment any less real. With Jane, I was fulfilling a physical need. With Ali, it was so much more than just sex; it was something much more meaningful, almost spiritual. "Are you alright?" Ali asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. "I'm fine," I said, smiling at him, "please don't stop." With that Ali began to pump in and out of me, my slickly lubricated pussy squeezing him with every stroke. This was I had been waiting for, seeing my man's face as he thrust in and out of me, feeling his length and girth slam into my pussy. We soon fell into a rhythm, my hips slightly gyrating to meet Ali's thrusts, the slapping sound of his balls against my ass matched by our moans. I didn't expect to come again that night, having read how difficult it is to do so during vaginal sex, but as I felt my clit began to throb I knew it wouldn't be long before I came for the second time that night. My left hand was squeezing and pulling my left tit, and I used my right to pull Ali down for a kiss. "Keep doing that, baby, keep fucking me, don't stop," I moaned breathlessly. "Oh Meets, your pussy feels so goddamn good..." grunted Ali, just as I slipped a couple of fingers in his mouth for him to suck. Watching him roll his tongue around my fingers, just as I gave my nipple a sharp tweak, sent me over the edge, and I screamed, "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh god, don't stop, I'm coming!" Ali thrust even faster as my vagina shuddered and squeezed his cock, and with an almighty groan, Ali came, filling my pussy with his hot load. Ali's rhythm finally slowed, and as I felt our mixed cum dribbling out of my pussy down my ass, he stopped, with his cock still twitching inside me, and collapsed to my side, pulling me with him. We lay there in each others arms, legs still tangled around each other, gazing into the other's eyes as our breathing finally became normal. When his cock had gone flaccid and slid out of my pussy, I started to shiver, the sweat drying on my skin. Ali pulled the covers over us, and pushing the damp hair off my forehead, he kissed me lightly there, and pulled me close to him. "I love you so much, Meets," he said. "I love you too, Ali," I said, my eyes brimming with emotion as I saw the sincerity in his face, and I knew I had to tell him the truth. "Ali, there's something I need to say, something you need to know." "Is this about the fact that you're not a virgin?" he asked, without a shred of judgment in his face. "I sort of guessed about you and Jane." I was completely shocked. "How did you know? I didn't think anyone would be able to tell..." "That's because no one knows you like I do. I've seen how your face changes when you talk about her. Ever since I came back from Dubai, you haven't been able to look be straight in the eye. And I noticed how you stopped attacking me after she visited you while I was in Dubai. Something must have happened to have taken the edge off your horniness." "I never realized I was being that transparent..." "And judging by the way you expertly blew me, and the fact that you didn't bleed just now, I'm assuming there was some kind of toy involved?" "Yeah, it was a strap-on, a bridal shower gift from Sarah. She said it was the best present she and Basil got at their wedding." "I should have known, Basil kept making these cracks at the reception and I didn't understand them until just now..." "But Ali, you're not upset about this, are you? You have to understand, me and Janie are just friends, we were just both feeling lonely and abandoned, and we needed to connect with someone else physically. I never meant to hurt you, and I regretted it so much the next day..." "Meets, I still love you. I understand what it's like to need another person's touch. It's been everything I can do to keep from making love to you until tonight. You may be the first woman I've ever fucked, but I have had enough experience to say that you gave me the best blow job of my life." "Oh Ali, you don't know what a relief it is to hear that. This relationship is everything to me, if it makes you feel better, I can never see or speak to Jane again, whatever it takes..." "Oh, I don't think that's necessary. I trust you. Plus, I intend to make sure that you are never that horny again, ever." He pinched my ass playfully. "I have to admit, I am a little curious about the two of you...I wish I could have been there to see it." If he only knew that that was the exact thought running through my mind, even as Jane fucked me that night. "Do you want to hear about it?" I purred, grazing my nails down his back. "Go on, then," said Ali, the lustful look back in his eyes, and I went on to tell him with tantalizing detail about the night Jane and I slept together. A few minutes, I felt Ali's cock harden again as I described to him how Jane and I both came, as she fucked me with the pink strap-on. "I fell asleep with her lying on top of me, the dildo still in my pussy." "Fuck Meets, that's so fucking hot..." and Ali squeezed my ass as he tickled my lips with his tongue, starting to kissing me hard. I grabbed his cock to get his attention. "Wait! I told you about my fantasy brought to life. Now I want to know what your fantasy is." "My fantasy? Well right now, I'm fantasizing about you..." "Oh yeah? What am I doing?" I placed Ali's hand on my breast, gasping as he squeezed it, pulling my nipple hard. "You're being fucked in both holes, by me and someone else." Ali pulled my leg over his hip as we lay on our sides, bringing the tip of his cock right to the opening of my already-sore pussy. "Who else?" I breathed, as his hard penis slid into my vagina, inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly, spreading my ass cheeks open with his hands. "Jane. I'm fucking your pussy from the front, just like this, and Jane is fucking your ass from behind with that strap-on." Just as he said 'strap-on' I felt Ali slide a slick finger into my ass hole. My back arched, and my breathing became shallower. "You're both fucking me," I gasped as Ali's finger slid in further and further, its rhythm matching the pumping of his cock, "and it feels so fucking good..." I grasped his shoulders so I could leverage my thrusting hips. "Jane and I both keep fucking you," Ali growled, "until you come, again and again, screaming both our names." "Oh yes! Oh god yes..." I cried as the pumping became harder and faster. "And when you've come, I turn you over on your hands and knees, and I fuck your ass..." "Mmm, that's right baby, fuck my ass..." I whimpered. "And while I'm fucking your ass, I'm watching you eat Jane out, both of you moaning and screaming..." "Don't stop! I'm almost there, don't stop..." "And we all come at the same moment, my cum leaking out your ass hole, you moaning and shaking as I spank your ass, and Jane screaming and squirting cum everywhere..." "Fuck!" I screamed, as I came for the third time that night, gushing all over Ali's cock as my hips bucked and my back arched. A moment later, Ali came too, grunting and slamming his cock into my pussy. As we both lay there, panting in the afterglow, sprawled on the huge, white bed, I stared up at the ceiling, and said, "We really need to try that sometime." "You mean us and Jane?" "Yeah..." I said, a little hesitant now. "You got it, babe," said Ali, a smirk on his face. And we fell asleep, exhausted and completely spent, and for the first time, completely satisfied. Horny Meetra "Hello??" I bleated anxiously into the receiver. I knew it was going to be Jane, calling to tell me she had changed her plans, that she wasn't coming. "Hey Meets! How are you, beautiful?" It was Ali, calming, reassuring Ali. I breathed again. "Hi baby, I'm well. It's so good to hear your voice. How are things in Dubai?" "They're going well, almost ready to wrap up here actually. I just had a free minute, so I thought I'd call you and tell you how much I miss you." "Aw, Jaani, I miss you too. Come home soon." "Don't be too surprised if I show up in a couple of days. Gotta go, I love you." And he was gone. I had forgotten how much I had missed him in all my pre-wedding craziness and in my insatiable horniness. We had gotten used to talking to each other on the phone every night until we fell asleep. In that moment I realized how much he meant to me, and I knew that he was right in forcing us to wait to make love until the moment was perfect. Suddenly, it meant that much to me too. And just then, as I was smiling with the phone still in my hand, someone knocked at the door. Jane! I dropped the phone and ran to the door to open it. Jane looked as ravishing as ever, her cheeks and nose pink from the cold. She was wearing a slim, gray tweed coat which came down past her knees, with a huge lumpy orange scarf wrapped around her neck. The fiery hue made her light brown hair gleam. We embraced, and as always, she kissed me on the cheek. "Jane! It's so good to see you, come in! Let me take your coat." I helped her shrug it off, and as I was hanging it in the closet, I had a moment to stare at her as she walked into the sitting room. Always eclectic in her fashion sense, Jane was wearing a tight black sweater-dress which just barely covered her ass. A short green cardigan covered her shoulders, bringing out the light in her hazel-green eyes, and black stiletto-heeled boots came up to her knees. But what made her look so irresistibly sexy that night were her stockings, sheer black stockings with a seam running up the back of her legs, leading your eye straight to her butt. I could just see the lace tops start under the hem of her dress. How did she know stockings were my weakness? In fact, black stockings just like these were a part of the outfit I had planned for my wedding night, for Ali's and my first time. "This is a great place! How did you find it?" she asked, flinging her cardigan on the couch and crashing onto it, hands running through her chin-length hair, and from there our conversation was effortless. The years of interlude had not had an effect on our connection as friends, and it was as easy to talk to her as it had been in college, except for the distraction of her cleavage through a deep v-neckline. We caught up with everything in our lives that we had missed since we last talked. I told her all about Ali and our plans for the wedding, and she told me the story of her horrible break up. We were still sitting on my couch, the same place Ali and I had dry-fucked just months ago, our empty coffee cups on the end table. I was sitting with my legs folded under me, sitting close next to Jane and holding one of her hands as she cried and told me how she had found that bastard of an ex with another woman in their bed when she came home from class one night. "He saw me and they didn't even stop. He just kept fucking her, grunting and grabbing her and looking at me the whole time, until they both came. And still looking straight at me, he goes, 'Fuck you're good, you dirty whore!' And I couldn't move, I was so shocked, I was rooted to the ground." "Oh Janie..." "And when they were done, the little bitch got off him and walked right past me to the bathroom, smirking at me, his cum running down her leg. He was still looking at me, this awful grin on his face. And then he says to me, 'Hey Janie, wanna come clean me off? Wanna taste another woman's cum on your man's cock?'" I couldn't get my mouth to work enough to tell him to fuck off, so I just turned around and left." My eyes were filling with shame and anger for her. Who was this asshole who treated her like this? I squeezed Jane's hand as she choked down a sob. "Oh God Jane, I'm so sorry. That's so horrible! You poor, poor thing..." "I couldn't go back there after that. I left all my things there, everything, and I'm never going back for them because I never want to see his fucking face again." I rubbed her shoulder as she shook with emotion, thinking that even with swollen eyes and a puffy nose, Jane was breathtaking. How could any man not treat her like a queen? "But I keep thinking, in the small dark corners of my head, that I must have done something wrong, something awful to someone, and that God punished me for it with this." "No Jane, you cannot think that. What Jared did to you was awful, but don't you dare think for a second that you deserved it. You are wonderful and kind and beautiful, and you deserve someone who is worthy of you, not scum like Jared." She finally stopped crying and looked straight into my eyes, her fingers interlaced with mine. I was reaching up and wiping the tears off her face with a tissue, when she suddenly grabbed my hand, and leaned forward and kissed me. Immediately the sleeping fire in me erupted, and my mouth opened, accepting the kiss and allowing Jane's tongue to explore my mouth. My hands somehow found their way to the small of her back, pulling her body closer to mine. Jane held my head, just as Ali had, as she darted her tongue around my mouth. We were both mewing with pleasure, with lust, as we kissed each other harder and rougher, biting each others' lips. Before I realized what was I was doing, my hands were under her dress, caressing her firm bottom, which was unhampered by any underwear. Jane pushed me back so I was lying down on the sofa with my head was on the armrest, and she straddled me before she whipped off her dress, naked except for the stockings and boots. I had a split second glance of her bald, pink pussy before she leaned down and started kissing me again. And then suddenly, she stopped. I looked up at her, questioningly. "Are you sure this is okay, Meets?" she asked, looking a little worried. Seriously? "Just shut up and fuck me already," I said, grabbing her head and attacking her mouth. But she pulled back again. What the fuck is it now, I thought angrily. "No, wait. What about you and Ali? Won't he..." But I cut her off this time. "Don't worry, I'll tell him all about it. Maybe next time we do this, we'll let him join us." Jane still seemed a little hesitant, so I said, "Look, I've been fantasizing about this for years now. You're my friend, and I love you, and I really want us to do this. Won't you help out your poor, horny little friend?" This seemed to be enough, and she smiled at me naughtily before leaning down to suck my lower lip, her hands snaking up under my top, massaging my erect nipples through the material of my bra. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her naked body. Her skin was smooth and warm, and my hands roamed continually over its glorious curves. We continued to make out for a few more minutes, grabbing and caressing each other, before I suggested we move to the bedroom. "Good idea," said my brunette lover, as I followed her swaying ass into my bedroom. Instinctively, like a bear to honey, Jane went to my dresser, where the box with pink hearts was still laying open, untouched since I had put it there the night of the wedding shower. She lifted the strap-on out of the box and said, "Well well well, what do we have here? It's almost like you knew this was going to happen. Like you planned it, you little slut." "Oh shut up, it was a bridal shower gift from Sarah. I never thought I'd actually use it," I said, kicking off my heels and peeling the turtleneck up over my head. "Until now, you mean. Honestly, I didn't think Sarah had it in her. Well, I think we'll put that away until later," she said, laying the gleaming pink dildo back in its satin nest. Jane sat down on the edge of her bed and took her boots off, and was about to start on the stockings, when I stopped her. "Um, Janie? If you don't mind, could you leave those on? They look so sexy on you," I said. "Sure, Meets, whatever turns you on," said Jane with a laugh as she got up and came over to help me off with my skirt, tits jiggling as she got on her knees behind me and unzipped me. I watched, mesmerized, in the full-length mirror on the closet door beside us. I stood there, wearing my flesh-toned bra and thong, with a gorgeous naked woman on her knees behind me, caressing and kissing my bare ass, making little sexy sounds in her throat. The scene made me soak through my thong in a second. "Oh shit, Meets, you smell so fucking good," purred Jane, as she nuzzled her face in my ass, her hands running up and down my smooth legs. "Hurry up before I come right here," I moaned, now rubbing myself through the wet thong. As I continued to watch in the mirror, Jane pulled the thong off me with her teeth, letting them fall around my ankles. Looking in the mirror, she traced the triangle of dark hair just above the cleft of my pussy with one finger. My heart was thumping audibly. Jane gave my ass another quick nibble before she stood up behind me to unhook my bra. She turned us so we were facing the mirror directly, and she pulled the bra forward off my arms, dropping it on the floor as my breasts sprung free into Jane's waiting hands. We were body to body now, her arms reaching around to play with my tits as she sucked on my neck. I grabbed her hands and started squeezing them over my breasts and grinding my ass into her pussy at the same time. Then finally, she moved her hands down to my pussy, watching in the mirror as she used one hand to spread me open, and the other to fuck me. I started whimpering and went weak in the knees, and I had to use one arm to brace myself on the closet door. It took her about five seconds to find my g-spot with her index and middle finger as she thrust in and out of me, and she rubbed all the while on my engorged clit with her thumb. My free hand was pinching and squeezing my tits as we swayed in front of the mirror. I could feel her hot wetness on my ass as we ground into each other. The feeling of her cool, silky stockings against my hot thighs was exquisite. As I got closer, Jane started biting my shoulder, murmuring softly, and finally, I came, the hardest and longest orgasm I had ever experienced, and as Jane told me afterwards, the first time I squirted as well. I was so weak afterwards that Jane had to lead me over to the bed, still trembling, where I collapsed, sweaty and panting. She lay down next to me, sucking my wetness off her fingers. "Thank you," I whispered hoarsely, "I really, really needed that." "I know," she said softly, pulling me close to her in an embrace, and we rested there for a few minutes, legs wrapped around each other, sweat and cum drying on our bodies in the cool air. When my heart had finally stopped hammering, Jane looked at me, brushing the hair out of my face as I caressed her leg, as it draped over my hip. "Do you think you're ready for some more?" Boy, was I ever. My grin was all the answer she needed. She jumped up and grabbed the strap-on from its box on the dresser, examining it. "Hey Meets, did you know this is one of those ones that has the little vibrating nub on the inside, for the person that's wearing it?" So that's what Sarah had meant. She would like that, little pervert. "Double the pleasure, double the fun, eh?" I said, stretching catlike on the charcoal gray cotton sheets I picked out soon after I first met Ali. I always found masculine bed-linens so sexy. I watched as Jane turned the vibrating nub on (Sarah, always thoughtful, had already loaded batteries), and then strapped the dildo into place. I saw her face change as the vibration touched her pussy. Her breathing deepened. "Generally, I'd say we'd need some lube," Jane said, a little breathlessly. "But, I think we'll be okay this time." I laughed as she climbed on the bed. She paused for a moment as she knelt in front of me. "Do you want to suck it before we start? I'd love to see you..." But before she could finish her sentence, my mouth was wrapped around the pink rubber penis, and I started sucking it right away, grasping Jane's stockinged thighs for support. It wasn't conscious, but in my mind I was somehow blowing Ali's cock even though Jane's hands were on my head, pumping it up and down on her prosthetic cock. I imagined that he was in the room, pumping his own shaft as he watched us, and the thought of this made me want Jane to fuck me, right away. I gave the dildo a final suck, making a loud pop as I pulled it out of my mouth. I sat up and arranged myself on the pile of pillows at the head of my bed, so that I was leaning back but still upright enough to see clearly what Jane was about to do. I spread my legs open, placing a small cushion under my pelvis to angle it up a bit, and I saw Jane's eyes drawn immediately to my pussy. She looked entranced. "Are you ready to fuck me, Janie?" I asked, coquettishly, fingers playing with my nipples, dancing across my pussy, tasting my own juices, enjoying the look of lust in Jane's eyes as she wanked her glistening would-be cock, eyes never leaving my wide-open pussy. "Oh baby, fuck yes," she growled, her voice surprisingly low and guttural. She scooched up on her knees and spread my thighs back even further. "I'm gonna fuck you till you scream with pleasure!" I purred as I watched her place the tip of the pink plastic penis on my clit, flicking it lightly, rolling in circles around it as I purred and moaned. The resistance must have been pushing the vibrating nub into her clit as well, because she was getting increasingly flushed, and her nipples were almost twice their usual size. I was getting wetter by the second. Finally, Jane slipped her glistening cock into my virgin pussy, pressing firmly but slowly until I had taken in the entire six inches. I was breathless from the fullness. I had never hoped in my wildest fantasies that finally being fucked would feel this good. This was the feeling I had been dreaming of for so long. I almost came for the second time that night right then. "Oh my god, Janie, that feels so good..." Jane was getting pretty close herself, her eyes, usually a clear hazel, were dark, dusky green. She leaned over to kiss me tenderly, not urgently or forcefully as our kisses had been so far, but gently, like a lover, like a friend, humming in her throat with pleasure. And as she kissed me, she slowly started to move the dildo in and out of my pussy, just a half inch or so at first, and then more and more until she was almost out to my entrance before she pummeled back the dildo back in. She propped herself up on her hands to give herself leverage, and my legs wrapped around her to pull her deeper inside on every thrust, my pelvis bucking to match her rhythm, her hips pumping against mine. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful breasts as they trembled from our lovemaking. I rolled her fat pink nipples between my fingers, squeezed and pulled them, kneaded and rubbed the smooth roundness of her breasts as she pounded me with increasing insistence. The sound of both of our moaning, of our thighs slapping against each other, the indescribable sensation of finally feeling like a woman, the way the light fell on our golden and ivory skin as we gyrated against each other, these memories will stay with me forever. Jane's pace suddenly increased and we both began to pant and grunt with every thrust. I hung in that moment for what seemed like hours, when finally, bolts of electric pleasure shot through me from head to toe, leaving hot trails on my skin where they had been, and then, as I grasped Janie's shoulders and screamed, I erupted, vision and sound lost for who knows how many seconds or hours or days, as I shuddered and shrieked with the intensity of the orgasm. When I finally came to, Jane was still pounding away, sweat gleaming on her creamy skin. She was repeating my name, "Oh Meets, Meets, oh fuck Meets, oh fuck..." and as I pinched her nipples one last time, she came, howling and thrashing like a cat. Completely spent, she collapsed on top of me, dildo still in my pussy, my legs still wrapped around her. I think we fell asleep that way.