8 comments/ 56822 views/ 8 favorites Rani Wants An American Girl By: adamaxilla I previously wrote a story which featured Rani, a charming young woman from India who was studying here in America. I managed to convince her to allow my to sample her luscious body, which was not only a magnificent example of the female form, but had what I considered the added benefit of having been untouched by a razor for her entire nineteen years. If the involvement of a fully natural woman holds no appeal for you, I respectfully suggest that you pass on this tale. For the rest of you, please enjoy Rani as much as I did. Reading the previous story (Rani and Her Hidden Treasures) is NOT necessarily a prerequisite for understanding this one, but if you've gotten this far you might appreciate that one as well. **** 1. Rani's desires. I couldn't sleep, which was a fairly regular event of late. When I had hit my forties it seemed that a full uninterrupted night's sleep had became more and more rare anyway, but after the conversation I had with Rani earlier that evening at least this time I had a reason. Rani was going back to India. The scholarship that she had been attending school under had been drastically cut back for some reason, and the cost of going on here would be prohibitive for her. I offered to help her out with things, but she was way too proud to accept what she considered charity. More importantly, Rani was homesick. While she had enjoyed being here in upstate New York and observing and experiencing our American culture, she still felt like a fish out of water, and while she appreciated the relationship she had been enjoying with me for the last few months, she felt it was time to move back to her homeland. Rani didn't love me, and I understood that, although I knew she did like me a great deal. Frankly I felt the same way about Rani, and there was no way we would be getting married in the forseeable future. She was nineteen, and I was more than twice her age. Getting married, as Rani had been frank about from the start, was the only way anybody was going to consummate a relationship with her. We had done just about everything else that two people could do with each other, and in Rani I had found the perfect woman with which I could fulfill my most private fantasties. A woman who was most content with me having my way with her without me pressuring her for what she considered her most sacred gift, and not only just tolerating my affections, but getting off on them herself. In the soft illumination of the night light, I reached out and ran my hand over Rani's shapely brown thigh. The thick coarse hair that scored my palm as it slid up and down Rani's leg made my cock stir, and my touch caused Rani to change position in bed. Rani's naked form was now fully exposed as she lay on her back, arms and legs akimbo. fully vulnerable to my touch. My hand rested on the massive bush between her legs that guarded her womanhood, the breathtakingly dense thicket that started just below her navel and spread out far beyong the usual triangle, and down all the way to her anus. The feel of the crinkly curls was electric, as was the sense that she grew moister the closer I got to her opening. I leaned over closer to Rani and rested my face in the crook of her arm, inhaling the exotic aroma of her armpit which was an intoxicating blend of spicy perfume and woman. Rani's armpits were a dream come true for me. I had longed to once again enjoy a woman with unshaven armpits like I had experienced years ago with my now deceased wife, and now I had Rani. A woman whose underarms were so full of thick jet-black hair that I had never seen any others that were even remotely comparable. Trying not to awaken my sleeping lovely, I gently kissed the rich thicket as my cock started to throb. My eyes went to Rani's small breasts that had all but disappeared with her on her back. The thick nipples with the large, almost ebony aureolas dominated the tiny breast buds, and I softly stroked the few tiny hairs that grew around their perimeters. "Are you having fun Adam?" Rani said. I had awakened my teenaged beauty, and although I insisted that I did it by mistake, we both knew that was only partially correct. Rani leaned over me and took my fully erect cock in her hand and began to milk it. "I will help you get back to sleep my love," Rani said just before taking my cock into her mouth. With strong and deep thrusts, Rani's lips glided up and down my cock with an expert touch. In the beginning she had been intimidated by what she considered to be my exceptionally large penis, but with practice she had become quite adept at fellatio. Besides, it wasn't really all THAT big anyway, and I suspected she may have been just massaging my male ego. Hey, it worked, and what guy would complain about that kind of comment? As Rani's head bobbed up and down on my cock and her hand rolled my balls around like a female Captain Queeg, I felt myself begin to tingle as an orgasm lurked on the horizon. My hand reached down to Rani, who was laying across my stomach, and I ran my hand down her shoulder and bicep. Rani knew what I was looking for and she obliged me by lifting her arm behind her head and permitting me to run my fingers through her dense underarm hair, the result of which was my orgasm which arrived almost instantly. "Cummmming....aaaarrrggghhh!" I moaned as my seed spurted into Rani's mouth. Rani not only accepted this, but sucked me even harder in an attempt to drain me dry. She succeeded as my cock eventually stopped twitching inside her mouth and she resumed her place next to me. "Ready to sleep, my love?" Rani asked me, and that's all I can remember as I drifted off into dreamland. 2. A desire that had been repressed. Rani was going to leave in another month and a half, and I was determined to make her as happy as I could in the time we had left. I felt I owed it to her for the way she had revitalized a depressed middle aged man and given me so much pleasure. "Anything?" Rani asked with those dark brown sultry eyes looking at me in that way of hers that combined shyness with seductiveness. "Anything you want to do at all, within my means," I added, since my finances were rather modest. "It's your decision. Think of it as a last fling of sorts. Something goofy, or something wild. You'll be gone in less than two months and won't have to face anybody here ever again." "I guess that's true." "Think of something crazy. Want to go to a nudist camp, or a nude beach?" I suggested. "Why are you always trying to get me to take my clothes off, Adam?" "Because you're beautiful, you dummy," I told her. "I don't think most of your countrymen would agree." Maybe yes and maybe no, I thought to myself as I pictured Rani walking around naked on a sunny beach or in a nudist camp. Natural would take on a whole new meaning then, I figured. I also knew that a lot of people would get just as turned on by seeing Rani as I did, but they just wouldn't admit it. Who could blame them these days for being shy about enjoying looking at a woman like Rani in her unadulterated natural glory? Fashion and customs of this country aren't the same as they were a few decades ago. Now the look is to be waxed and plucked and silconed into some kind of cookie-cutter mold of a Barbie doll. "Well, I'm making you an offer Rani. Think about it and let me know." "I know what I would like to do Adam, it is just that I am very ashamed to tell you about it." "Ashamed? You're ashamed to tell me something? The way I act around you and the things I do with you and you're ashamed to tell me something?" I asked in hopes that it would be something nasty. How nasty could a nineteen year old virgin be though? "I would hate for you to think less of me Adam," Rani said haltingly. "I care very much about you and I always want you to think highly of me." "I promise that I won't change my opinion of you," I assured Rani. "Unless what you want to do is something that involves murder or something like that." "No, nothing that extreme." "Alright then. Out with it," I said. "What is this thing you want to do that's so mysterious?" "I want to make love to a woman." Well, I wasn't expecting that, and I swallowed with difficulty while I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of my skull. Rani and another woman? "Okay," I finally said after the uncomfortable silence ended. "What the problem there?" "That doesn't offend you Adam?" Rani asked. "It's not that you don't give me great pleasure, because you do. No one had ever treated me with so much affection before you." "I wasn't taking it personally Rani." "It's just that... I have been with women before, back home. Just a couple of them. I thought that it was just a passing phase, but all day when I am working or at school I see all these beautiful American girls and it brings back desires within me that I thought were long gone. I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry about Rani, and if you think that I am disgusted or think any less of you then you haven't learned much about me, or the average American male," I informed her. "The thought of you with another woman is very exciting to me." "It is?" "Absolutely. I think you should go and do it," I told Rani. "And if you told me all about afterward that would be even better. Go for it." "You go for it Adam." "Huh?" "I would like you to find me a girl to be with. A nice girl that you would like to see me make love with." "Me? Where would I find a lesbian?" I asked in confusion. "You could go to a gay and lesbian bar and get picked up in a flash!" "I could never do that Adam. The thought of doing such a thing is humiliating to me. I have tried to be nice to a couple of girls that come into the Quik Mart but I am not very good at such things. That's why I thought you could arrange it." "You want me to find you a woman that you can make love with?" "Correct." "Anything else?" I asked sarcastically. "They would have to allow you to be there in the same room with us." "What?" "I would never do such a thing alone with a stranger Adam. I would be too scared. Besides, I thought you said that would be something you would enjoy seeing." "Gee, that makes it even easier. Anything else? Got someone in mind, like Ellen DeGeneres or someone that I can go ask?" "I would like it very much if the woman has large breasts." I was laughing at this point, because this was getting really crazy. Then when I saw the hurt look on Rani's face, and I remembered that I HAD told her that she should think exactly that way, I felt bad. "I'm sorry Rani, that wasn't nice of me," I said kissing her on the forehead. "It's just that I don't know how I would go about finding this kind of woman. It's got to be a challenge for a man to just find any woman for what you want to do, let alone one with big boobs, and the deal breaker is the part about me watching." "You would prefer not to watch me with another woman?" "No Rani, I mean that most women probably don't want some leering guy drooling in the corner if they were to do this with you." "You asked me a question Adam, and I answered," Rani said sadly. "If it can't be done then it can't be done." 3. Seeking all busty exhibitionist American lesbians. Clearly this was not going to be something that was easily done, and I had no idea how to go about it. Frankly I was tempted to just tell Rani that I tried and failed, but two things stopped me from doing that. One was that I wanted to make Rani happy, and if this was all it took I was glad to do it. The second reason was that I wanted to see Rani and another woman together. I got an instant erection everytime I pictured such a thing in my mind. Both good reasons, and I can't really say which was more powerful. When I decided that I would try, I considered the possibilities. Time was definitely a factor, since I had to get this done in less than six weeks. The only logical ways were personal ads or dating services. There was a free weekly paper around town that had risque personal ads, but how could I get an ad in and get responses in such a short period of time? It had to be an online personals site. I picked one at random and looked through it. A few of the women in our area seemed like possibilities, so when Rani got out of work I had her look over the snapshots. I offered her the opportunity to put an ad in of her own, and she agreed but wouldn't let me put a picture with it. "Waste of time without the picture," I told Rani. "Without a photo people think it's really a guy saying he's a girl, or at least I do when I see these things. Heck, I'll bet most of the time guys just put pictures of their ex's in there without their knowledge just to embarrass them." She noted a couple that appealed to her and I helped her with doing the responses. Three days later and we had no answers, so we went through another site. Rani found three girls that appealed to her so again I crafted a reply to them. This time we got an answer, and we went to a local mall to meet her. She turned out to be a guy who claimed that his wife was waiting for him to bring us to her. He also expected to be in the room with the rest of us and was going take pictures. Rani is tough to catch when she gets a head of steam up, and it took me half the length of the mall to finally reach her. "Sorry Rani," I said while trying to catch my breath. "I told you it would be tough." "I know Adam, it's just that he was so creepy." I agreed completely, and Rani now seemed to accept the fact that this wasn't going to happen. Strangely, that gave me the inspiration to continue trying. I went to another site, and searched by myself. An ad caught my eye, and the more I read it the more interesting it became. The picture was of a rather attractive woman with long blonde hair. The picture stopped at her neck but her face somehow gave me the impression that she might fill the bill. *** Crazy chick looking for fun BBW, 39. I'm Monica. Looking for fun but apparently in the wrong places so far. I'm wild and uninhibited but only party with nice people. No single men, scumbags or dopers. Drop me a line and tell me what you're in the mood for. *** The woman was almost my age, but Rani hadn't said anything about that. Besides, I was older than this woman. I decided to try and get in contact with this Monica. Instead of the cautious responses I had crafted with Rani that tended to gloss over the facts, I decided to be blunt when I sent Monica a response. *** Hello Monica. My name is Adam and I read your ad on the Albany Metrosingles website. My lady friend has asked me to arrange an encounter with an American woman before she returns to India next month. She has had experience with women in the past. Her name is Rani, and she is a very attractive dark skinned 19 year old college student. She is about 5'1 and petite with black hair, and is very shy. She would not let me show her picture but I assure you she is very real. She wants to experience making love to a woman with me watching. She prefers that the woman have large breasts, but had not said anything about any other qualities she is looking for except her being a nice woman. I would only watch, and no pictures or anything can be taken. We have had no good luck at this so far, as the people we have actually been able to contact have turned out to be losers. This is likely my last shot, so if you are really a woman, and really would like to meet Rani, I can arrange for you to see her beforehand. If you don't like what you see, you can just walk on by and forget it. I should tell you that Rani is a completely natural woman with all of the accompanying traits you would expect, so if this offends you.... *** I sent it off and forgot about it. I threw in the last disclaimer because I thought that if that was something that turned somebody off, I didn't want Rani to be hurt by things someone would say when they first saw her sans clothes. Four days later I happened to check my e-mail and came across a message from someone I didn't recognize. *** Hi Adam. Your response interested me but the last part threw me. Natural? You mean like she eats tofu and bark? Explain please. Monica. *** At least she had a sense of humor, I thought to myself as I wrote back to her and explained that what I meant was that she was rather generously endowed in the body hair department and she choose not to remove it. The next day I got a reply. *** Oh, a hairy chick? Why didn't you say so in the first place? I'd love to meet your furry female friend. *** Monica set up a plan where we would go to a local mall and we would stand near the carousel. I would be holding a baseball cap in my hand. If Monica liked what she saw and felt comfortable about the whole thing she would come over to me and ask what time it was. If we, or more importantly Rani was interested, Rani would tell her the time. If not, no harm done and we all walk away unhurt. Sounds like a spy story, but I understood what Monica's point was. Some of the people that troll for relationships are sleazy or have bad intentions. This seemed like a plan, and when I explained it to Rani she was eager to do it. So on Thursday evening at 6:30 Rani and I found ourselves standing next to a merry-go-round looking for what I hoped would be a busty American exhibitionist lesbian. 4. Meeting Monica. We stood nervously by the carousel at the scheduled time, my cap in hand, looking around for likely suspects. Even so, the voice from behind us made me jump when she spoke. "Either of you party animals got the time?" We spun around and found ourselves face to face with Monica. She looked a lot like her pictures, with a cute cherbic face and shoulder length blonde hair. Although she was wearing a jacket over her dress, it appeared to be covering something substantial. The dress she wore showed off legs that were plump but very shapely. "Uh... 6:30," Rani finally blurted out nervously after I nudged her several times. "Should have made it an easier question, huh?" Monica cracked, breaking the tension that we were feeling. The nerves were only Rani and mine, as Monica seemed as relaxed as could be. "Wanna run in here and get a drink and talk for a bit?" Monica suggested while pointing to a Ruby Tuesdays across the way. "I have to be at work at 8 so I can't stay long." Monica was a bartender who had to work the late night shift that night for a friend, we learned after we eased into a booth and ordered drinks. When Rani ordered a soda, Monica laughed. "Geez, you really are 19 I guess," Monica said as Rani nodded shyly. "Most times with these meetings you end up looking at the person and try to figure how who it was that they had described on-line. Rani seems to be every bit as cute as you said she was Adam." Rani kept her head down and sipped her soda with a look that could only be described as deer-in-the-headlights. The first time that Rani took her eyes off of the ice in her glass was when Monica pulled her jacket off. That got Rani's attention fast enough, and while she continued sipping the soda through the straw her eyes were pointed directly at Monica's chest, as were mine. "You seem to be just like you described yourself too. Maybe even more so," I mused as I stared. "Your girl Rani is the one that needs to approve though," Monica noted. "She doesn't seem to be the talkative type. I guess this must be something that you're putting Rani up too, isn't it Adam?" "No!" I protested urgently. "This was all her idea, and I offered to help set it up. I'm not saying that the thought of it doesn't turn me on, but frankly it had never crossed my mind until Rani mentioned it." "That is true," Rani said in a choking voice. "This was something I desired. It's just that I am very nervous." Rani Wants An American Girl "Here Rani, take your jacket off and get comfortable," I suggested to Rani who did so with great reluctance. Rani was wearing a bright yellow short sleeved blouse that contrasted beautifully against her dark brown skin. I heard Monica's breath catch as she saw how lovely Rani looked. "Oh baby, you are something else," Monica said as she reached over putting her hand on Rani's arm, and gently stroking her hair on her forearm, which stood up straight as a porcupine in response. "I guess there's a lot more hidden away, or so Adam tells me." Rani had been looking down at Monica's creamy white hand which was making Rani's arm wall-to-wall goose bumps, and could only nod in answer. "I can't tell you how much you turn me on Rani," Monica said in a whisper so as not to alarm others in the adjoining booths. "I love hairy girls so much, and it's so rare to see one these days. I'm so wet now I don't know how I'm gonna make through my shift." I was starting to squirm in my seat, so excited was I at hearing this incredibly hot talk, and I had to know how Rani felt. Although her body was shivering under Monica's touch, I knew Monica was waiting for an answer. "Rani, do you like Monica?" "Yes, very much Adam," Rani said looking at me. "Tell her honey, don't tell me." "I like you Monica, and I think you are very attractive," Rani said while turning toward the blonde, and when she lowered her head as she spoke, I couldn't tell it was because she was shy or she wanted to stare at Monica's chest. "I guess we got ourselves a date then," Monica said as she eased herself out of the booth. "I'll e-mail you and set it up, okay Adam?" Okay it was, and after Monica left, and after Rani and I got to look at her muscular calves depart, we looked at each other. "She's a little chubby, but I thought she was very nice and attractive, didn't you?" I asked Rani. "She is lovely and just what I was looking for Adam. Thank you." 5. Monica on the phone. Over the next couple of days Monica and I made plans for Rani's coming out party, as I came to think of it. On the evening before we were to all get together, Monica e-mailed me her cellphone number and asked me to call. As I dialed I feared that she was going to back out, but Monica's voice sounded as cheerful as it had the night we all met. "Hi Monica. Everything okay?" "Fine and dandy Adam. I just wanted to talk to you before tomorrow night and see if you had any ideas or advice." "Nothing I know of," I answered. "She's a grown woman." "I guess, but geez... 19? I feel like I'm robbing the cradle." "I'm older than you are so I know what you're saying. Rani's a very smart girl, and my guilt went away pretty quickly, especially after I got a look at her." "Mmmm, I know what you mean. She's a living doll Adam," Monica said breathlessly. "Hell, all I've seen are her forearms and I'm in love. I've tried to imagine what the rest of her must be like and, damn that girl's making me crazy!" "You really find the hair exciting?" I asked skeptically. "That seems strange." "Why is it more strange for me to like it than it is for you," Monica said a little testily. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by that, and frankly I think it's wonderful that you do. It's just different, that's all." "That's me, different," Monica said with a chuckle. "The first woman that seduced me back in my younger days had hairy legs and pits, and that always stuck with me I guess." "I think our earliest experiences do make an impression," I agreed. "Rani seemed to be attracted to me too, didn't you think?" Monica asked. "She couldn't stop talking about you when we got home. I was afraid that you thought she wasn't attracted to you, but she's just very shy." "I know, but once she started staring at my boobs she couldn't take her eyes off em'." "They do command one's attention, you know Monica." "Why thank you darlin'. Well, they have their pros and cons, but when a cutie like Rani stares at them, it makes lugging them around worthwhile." "She was certainly taken by them Monica. Are they real?" "One hundred percent me babe," Monica assured me. "I'm as natural as Rani is, except that I have to shave my legs for work. Not that anybody would be likely to notice if I didn't, because I'm no Rani." "I don't think there are many like Rani, and I feel lucky to have gotten to enjoy her." "She's really still a virgin, Adam?" Monica asked. "How do you manage to keep that possible?" "It's not easy Monica." "Bet you stuck it in that cute little butt though, haven't you?" Monica asked. "So technically she's still cherry." "No, I wanted to but she wouldn't let me. She said I'm too big." "Oooooooh man! Now both of you are getting me interested," Monica cooed. "I don't think I'm that big, but she says I am," I said. "She must not have had many others to compare it with, I guess." "So you guys just do other stuff then?" "If you can do something to another person, we've done it, and I'm very happy." "Geez! You got me wet just thinking about those possibilities!" Monica said. "I gotta go get myself off or I'll never get to sleep. See you guys tomorrow night." 6. Monica and Rani together. It was my responsibility to get the motel room, which was something that we all agreed on would be a good idea. I went for a decent place just outside of town, and Rani and I got there at 6. Monica said she would be there at 7, so Rani spent the time getting ready in the bathroom. When she emerged from the bathroom, she took my breath away. She was wearing a billowing satin nightgown outfit in bright peach, with long sleeves and going down to her ankles. There was something different about seeing the ultra-feminine gown end at her ankles, which were thickly covered with hair, but that was my old conditioned view of femininity sneaking out a little. To me, Rani was as womanly as they came. You could faintly see through the gown, and underneath was a matching baby doll nightie. The entire effect was what you would imagine, and I readjusted my clothing to keep my surging cock from tearing through my slacks. "Do you think Monica will like me in this?" Rani asked shyly. "I'm positive she will Rani," I gasped. "You look stunning." Rani dropped her head in embarrassment, which was her usual response when she got a compliment from me. She stood nervously by the dresser as we waited, not paying attention to the news on the TV, and staring at the door. Even with all that, she still jumped when the knock finally came. I went over to open the door and Monica burst in, holding a bottle of champagne and complaining about the wind, which she said had made her a mess. It hadn't of course, and she looked magnificent. Monica was wearing a simple black cocktail dress that made her look elegant. I noticed that while she was a little chubby and most definitely busty, she was a woman whose cherubic face gave the impression that she was heavier than she was. Her arms were just a bit fleshy but firm, with the palest white skin imaginable. A sprinkle of freckles on her upper arms and shoulders made the whole package extremely attractive. "How are you guys do..." was all Monica got out when she saw Rani for the first time, and she stood with her mouth open as she took in the gloroious vision standing meekly in the corner. "Omigod," Monica said softly as she walked slowly toward Rani, almost as if in a trance. "You look so amazing Rani." Monica came over to Rani and put her hands on Rani's satin covered shoulders and kissed her on the forehead. "I thought I was looking fine until I saw you," Monica said with a smile. "No, you look very lovely Monica," Rani managed. "Well, I think you both look incredible," I said from my post at the door, having been all but forgotten at this point. Rani had asked me to stay close by her, so I hustled over to her as the two women stood face to face between the dresser and the bed. Monica was about 5'6" or so, a good six inches taller than Rani, which made little Rani look even more petite. The vast difference of their skin colors and all the other body features made them a study on contrast, and they lit up the room with their beauty. Not to mention the fact that you could feel the electricity in the air as they looked at each other. "Um... would you like me to pour some drinks?" I asked meekly. "I brought a bottle of champagne to help loosen us up," Monica said in a detached monotone. "I don't think we need that though, do we baby?" Rani shook her head no, her eyes transfixed on Monica's chest, which seemed even bigger than it had before. Monica's hands came up to the lace at the top of Rani's gown, and as Monica gave it a tug, the cord came undone and the gown fell off of Rani's shoulders. Monica took a deep breath as she looked at Rani, clad only in the skimpy peach baby doll nightie, and it didn't seem possible but the color of the nightie made Rani seem even hairier than ever before. Monica's hands came up and she let her fingers graze the jet black hair that was peeking out from under Rani's arms despite them being pinned to her sides. "Lift your arms for me baby. Let me see you," Monica said huskily, and Rani lifted her arms over her head shyly at first, until finally clenching her hands behind her head as Monica helped her. "Unbelievable," Monica whispered as she moved her fingers through the dense forests of hair which fairly exploded from under Rani's arms as she raised them. "I can't believe this... how incredibly sexy you are." Rani entire body shuddered as Monica fingers sensuously raked through Rani's thick armpit hair in long slow strokes, gently pulling and and tugging much as I had often done, to Rani's equaally obvious delight. Eventually Monica's hands came over and rubbed Rani's nipples which were now quite visible as they strained against the satin. "My breasts. They are very small," Rani chose to say for some reason at that point, but Monica put a finger to Rani's lips and shook her head slowly while smiling. "Sssssh!" Monica said. "You're so beautiful that I can't find words to describe you. I want to... I have to see all of you." Monica took the shoulder straps in hand and slid them down, allowing the garment to slide off Rani and fall at her feet. Rani was wearing matching peach colored panties that were overwhelmed by her pubic hair which sprayed out from beneath it in every direction. Monica knelt and slid her panties down, helping Rani step out from the tangle at her ankles before rising again. I noticed Monica's hands glide up Rani's hairy legs as she did so, and when I looked over to the mirror I realized that my shirt was drenched with sweat, and I was easily the most disshevelved of all of us. My heart had been pounding like a jackhammer all this time, and was showing no sign of slowing. Monica was now stroking Rani's nipples, toying with the couple of tiny hairs around the aureola, and squeezing her plump little breasts with delight. "They're beauties and I love them so much. You want to undress me Rani?" Monica said, and Rani quickly nodded. "This will be easy enough for you, but won't be as much fun as what I just got to do." Monica turned around with her back to Rani, who reached up and pulled the zipper down. As the zipper slid down and the fabric opened slightly, it became obvious that Monica was not wearing a bra, or anything else for that matter. The zipper ended where the crack of her butt began, and when Rani finished Monica turned back around to face her. Rani took the top of the gown in her hands and pulled it forward and down. Monica's upper chest came into view, breathtakingly white and sparsely freckled. Monica's cleavage began to be exposed, and more and more came into view before the dress finally revealed her breasts in their entireity. And what a pair of breasts they were. Huge bell shaped breasts that hung down to her waist. Not that there was anywhere else for them to go, being so large. Monica's aureolas were the size of drink coasters, pale red in color, and the nipples were thick stubs that were so erect that looked like they were throbbing. I happened to look over at Rani just then, and it seemed like she was even more stunned at what she was seeing than I was, which is really saying something. She put her hands out and touched them very tentatively, and Monica put her hands behind her own neck to not only give Rani more access, but to show her that she was natural as well in another way. Monica had little wisps of hair under her arms, very sparse sprays of fur that looked lost in the wide expanse of her glistening pale underarms. To my amazement her armpit hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. Monica saw me looking at her armpits and smiled. "Nothing like what you're used to, is it Adam?" Monica said. Rani glanced up under Monica's arms to see what we were talking about but quickly went back to Monica's breasts, kneading the pendulous jugs a little more roughly before she leaned forward and buried her face in her cleavage. Monica rolled her head back and moaned as Rani attacked her tits with a ferocity that surprised me. I stepped back and went over to the chair on the other side of the bed, seeing as I was only going to be getting in the way, and observed Monica and Rani grinding into each other. Monica was nuzzling into Rani's neck and shoulders as I eased into the seat. I took off my shirt and set it aside. I wanted to take my pants off too, but wasn't sure whether that was a good idea or not. Monica was thickly built but solid, and the blonde triangle between her legs was very modest in size, although that opinion may have been affected by it being next to Rani's forest. While Monica towered over Rani, her breasts hung down to where they were touching Rani's, and when they embraced her massive globes smothered Rani's little buds. Rani must have liked it because she was grinding into Monica, until Monica backed Rani against the edge of the bed and eased her down onto it. Monica was straddling Rani's thigh as she knelt over her, her udders hanging down onto Rani as she bent down and began nuzzling Rani's breasts. Monica reached up grabbed Rani's biceps and held them down while she licked those almost black nipples of Rani's, and the result was Rani rolling her head around with her mouth agape. Monica had taken to humping Rani's thigh, and Rani was trying to help by raising it up as best she could. I looked up and noticed that as she held Rani's biceps down, Monica's thumbs were stroking Rani's armpit hair while she continued sucking her tits. This was more than I could take, and I put my hand onto the tent my erection made in my pants. All I did was give my cock a little squeeze and the next thing I knew I was ejeculating into my underwear. The gasp that escaped from my lips went unnoticed by the ladies who were lost in their own emotion. I had to get my pants off at this point, slipping them down and kicking them off before doing the same to my hopelessly satuated underwear. I would have to wear these things out of here, but there was too much going on in front of me to concern myself with that now. Monica was kissing her way down from Rani's breasts, nibbling down to her navel, where her tongue followed the treasure trail until Monica's face was buried in the wild bush between Rani's legs. Monica's face had all but diappeared in the forest, but the way her head was moving around it was clear that she was very busy. Rani looked at me for the first time, and her glazed eyes told me all I needed to know. Her breathing was rapid and she was grabbing and clawing at the adjoining pillows and bedding while Monica seemed to be trying to devour her. I leaned over and slid my chair down the bed a bit so that I could see a little better, and was able to get a better view of Monica's fleshy butt sticking in the air. I was almost falling out of my chair but it was worth it. Monica's ass was generous but firm, and her creamy white buttocks were spread enough for me to see her hairless tan anal ring exposed, as well as the golden wisp of hair further down between her legs. It occured to me that the deep contrast in the skin color of the two ladies was an exhilarating sight, and seemed to make Monica looked even paler and Rani more brown than they actually were while they were intertwined. Rani's yelping drew my attention back to the top of the bed, where Rani was in the middle of an orgasm. The sights and sounds were something I was very familiar with, but I had never seen them from a distance before. Strangely enough, I felt a little down about it at first; a little hurt and jealously creeping in before I was able to enjoy it with her. That orgasm was followed by another, less raucous one, before Rani's body became limp and eased back into the bed. Monica came up from between Rani's legs, and climbed back up over her. Monica was smiling and her face was glistening, covered in Rani's fluids in addition to a stray hair on her cheek. Monica kissed Rani, who returned the favor while her hands found Monica's breasts again. Monica climbed up a little further to allow Rani better access and Rani responded by taking Monica's left breast in both hands and bringing the nipple to her lips. Rani's brown hands held the gigantic torpedo in place while she teased the aureola before sucking the thick peg passionately. My middle aged pecker was already coming back to life because of this once-in-a-lifetime show I was being treated to. Rani worked her way from under Monica and was soon straddling Monica, their pussies grinding together while Rani grabbed Monica's tits and kneaded them roughly. Her little hands may have appeared overmatched, but she enthusiastically squeezed them while she wiggled her pussy into Monica. Monica smiled and winked at me when this first started, but she was not playing to the crowd any longer, and when she began to cum I thought the roof was going to come off the room. Monica wailed and screamed like a banshee, bucking like crazy as Rani rode her. I thought me would have to cops crashing in the door for sure, because it was sounding like a slaughterhouse in there. "When I cum, you can tell," Monica would explain later in the understatement of the year, but as her orgasm subsided Rani slithered down between Monica's thighs and she ran her tongue through Monica's blonde bush before slipping it inside her. With this view less obstructed by fur, I got a nice view of Rani's licking away while she was looking up at Monica. There was no way she could see Monica's face from down there with the mountains obstructing the view, but maybe her face wasn't what she was looking for anyway. Rani hands were still busy with Monica's tits while she went down on Monica, whose legs were over Rani's shoulders, pinching and tormenting her nipples as she reached up for what she was obviously so crazy about. Monica came even louder the second time, and I came with her, pumping my cock with one fist while catching the spunk with my other as my little lady friend licked Monica into another screaming orgasm. While they continued to caress each other after the roar from Monica subsided, I looked for a place to lose the product of my own efforts, and quickly grabbed a tissue from the night table while they were still distracted with each other, and slipped my soggy underwear back on while I was at it. 7. After the loving. Rani was still buried in Monica's cleavage when someone remembered that I was in the room. "Hey Adam, how they hangin'?" Monica chirped happily, and Rani finally let go of her boobs and rolled over on her side to face me. "Oh, I'm fine. How about that champagne now?" "Pop away Adam," Monica said. "Ooh, looks like you did already!" Rani Wants An American Girl The massive stain all over the front of my underwear from my initial orgasm was still quite obvious, and I shrugged my shoulders. No sense denying what was painfully clear to one and all. "I got a little excited when you guys got into it, and I gave it a squeeze and it exploded," I admitted, not ready to admit the second eruption, which was far more under my control than the unexpected first blast. "I'd never witnessed anything like that before. It was beautiful." "Mmmmm. You got yourself quite a gal here Adam," Monica said as she kissed her neck and shoulder, causing Rani to shiver and giggle in response. "I can't believe you haven't done anything with this incredible girl yet Adam." "We do things," I said as I sat down and struggled with the cork. "Oh yeah, well I bet you never did this," Monica said. Monica lifted Rani's arm and leaned into her armpit, kissing and licking the thick fur which was now wet and matted. "Oh yes he does, all of the time," Rani giggled as she arched her neck and contorted her body as Monica nibbled away. "Well at least that's something," Monica said when she came up for air. "Do you know what else we do?" Rani asked, and then whispered into Monica's ear as the cork finally popped out. "What's with the secret crap?" I asked as I poured the drinks into the motel's little plastic cups and handed them to the ladies. "I was the one that was doing it with you after all!" "Ooooooh Adam! You animal!" Monica said, licking her lips and grinning. "Rani gets you off in her armpit? I'd love to see that!" "You girls are the show tonight." "Well, Rani's gonna be around these parts for a while longer," Monica said. "We could get together again, if you guys want that is." "YES!" Rani screamed, and then buried her headand giggled in embarrassment when she realized how loud she had answered. "How about it Adam?" Monica asked. "I think you might be able to coax Rani into another party. "It's up to Rani," I said. 8. Driving home. All the way home Rani breathlessly talked about Monica. She was acting like a kid who just met Santa Claus, and her enthusiasm was endearing. "Did you see how big Monica's breasts were Adam?" "Well geez, how could I miss them?" "They felt so nice that I could not believe it," Rani continued. "Did you know that Monica has to get her brassieres custom made especially for her because they do not sell her size in stores around here?" "No, but I'm not surprised," I told Rani. "She was so wonderful, and I must tell you that when you went to the bathroom we talked about you." "Oh really? Nothing bad I hope." "Of course not Adam, " Rani said. Just about general things. I can tell you that she likes you very much." "Is that so?" "Yes. Monica said that she could not believe how nice and respectful you were to her as well as toward myself." "That's me, Mr. Nice Guy!" "You know Adam, very soon I will be gone and you will need someone to be with." "I did alright before we met," I assured Rani, and that was true enough as long as you consider the life of a hermit 'alright'. "It's just that she is a nice woman, as well as being very lovely, and it would make me happy if you were to choose to get together with Monica." "Now you're the matchmaker?" I said with a laugh. "She is nice, isn't she?" "Yes, she was a real funny gal." "Also she does not shave under her arms," Rani added. "So I saw. Very nice." "I just wanted you to consider it, and I would not stand in your way if you wanted to be with her before I left." "Geez, are you trying to dump me Rani?" "No, I care very much for you. That is why I say that." The rest of the way home was spent in deep thought as I pondered the thought of being with Monica. I could do worse, I guessed. A lot worse. Still and all, this was a girl that I had contacted through a dating service and who not only claimed she was up for anything, but had proven it that night. This had never been my type of girl, as I was the kind of guy that usually preferred a more reserved type of woman. Still and all, she was a funny woman with a nice personality. Not to mention Monica's breasts. Those breasts were magnificent to be sure, and now Rani had me wondering about the possibilities. **** This is the end of "Rani Wants an American Girl". As always I appreciate you reading this, and I welcome your comments, suggestions and constructive criticism.