Claire: Ramya pops her cherry on black cock

We move together. Ramya and I kneel on either side of him. She wraps her hand around the base and stares for a second, her tongue tracing her upper lip.

“I’ve never seen one this big,” she says quietly. “And I’ve held a lot.”

I lick from the top of her grip up the cock's underside to the crown, then scoop the precome with the tip of my tongue that Ramya's hand squeezed out. I turn and kiss Ramya, leaving her lips shiny.

"I wish I'd started with Demarcus. I wouldn't have a body count. He's the best there is."

"Thank you, love," he says.

Ramya’s breath catches. She doesn’t answer, but her fingers tighten around him.

"And he's such a gentle giant." I add with a wink at Ramya.

"Subtle," she says, then leans and takes his balls into her mouth while I sink down on the thick shaft.

After a minute we switch. Then we both lean in at the same time, lips stretched around opposite sides of his cock until our mouths meet in a messy, open kiss with his hard flesh between us. Demarcus curses under his breath, one hand in each of our hair.

Ramya pulls off with a soft laugh, a shiny string of precome connecting her lower lip to the head. “We’d better stop soon if we don’t want him to finish right now.”

I grin and give the underside a slow lick.

“You have the two best cocksuckers for miles right here, you know. She taught me everything I know.” I glance up at him. “Do you want us to finish you off like this, or do you want to fuck me again?”

Demarcus’s voice is rough with need. “I want pussy.”

The words hang in the air. Ramya is closer to the box of condoms. I nod towards it. "Can you grab one." I add, "You can put it on if you want."

"Okay," she says and tears open the wrapper with "MAGNUM" stamped on it. "Turn it over," I say gently when it won't roll down inside-out. Ramya chuckles when it doesn't even fit down to the base of his long cock. "First time putting one on?" I joke.

"Haven't needed to yet," she laughs. Ramya looks at the thick, powerful erection in her hand, safely covered in a condom and ready. Something decisive moves behind her eyes. Then she closes them for a second and exhales. Her eyes open, and she swings one long leg over his hips and straddles him.

The virgin is tall and radiant and startlingly confident as she settles her weight on his thighs. She lowers her bare pussy onto the underside of his sheathed cock and rocks once, smearing her wetness along the thick shaft.

I can't stop the giant, stupid grin on my face.

Ramya glances at me, then grins at Demarcus. "Well-played, you two."

"I thought so as well," I joke.

"We're here for you," Demarcus adds.

Ramya looks down at the black cock resting under her bare, glistening lips. Her voice is quiet but clear. “No promises. I’m going to try. If it hurts too much, I’ll bail.”

Then she cocks one leg higher, trying to lift her crotch up to the head so she can steer him in. The long penis makes it awkward—she’s too high, the angle wrong.

“It’s easier if you push back onto it,” I say softly. “Let me guide him in and hold it steady for you.”

Ramya nods, scooting forward. "As long as I can see your eyes when it happens."

I grin and reach behind her butt, first squirting a generous dollop of lube on his cock and spreading it. "You might need this."

“Thanks,” she whispers.

I wrap my fingers around the base and angle the head toward her.

Demarcus cups her breasts as she arches her back. I find the tight little crease of her innie pussy and press the blunt head against it. "There you go," I say.

Ramya pushes.

I watch, mesmerized. Her tiny slit is almost completely hidden behind the fat head. Then those smooth, bare outer lips crease and stretch, sliding partway around the thick corona but not yet able to close behind it. I barely see the inner lips, snug against the head. The visual is obscene and beautiful.

“It's going in.” A soft, nervous giggle escapes me. “I’m so horny I can’t stand it.”

I feel more tension through the shaft I’m holding—the resistance of a body that has never done this before.

“Shit,” she gasps. “It hurts already.”

“The head's almost in," I say. "You're close, Ramya."

Demarcus’s voice is low and steady, both hands now resting lightly on her hips. “It might hurt until I’m inside, but then it's going to feel real good. I promise it’ll fit. Go slow, relax, take more when you’re ready.”

She nods, adds pressure against the head.

Her face tightens. "God, this thing is huge." She breathes hard through her nose, eyes locked on mine the way she asked. She sinks another fraction. Then another. The crown of the wide head that is stubbornly staying outside her hole disappears inside her. Ramya yelps in pain, and I feel the subtle, irrevocable yield as her hymen stretches and tears to let him in. A raw, broken sound tears from her chest. Tears slip free and track down her cheeks, but she doesn’t look away from me.

"I felt it," I breathe.

She groans, nods, and her face is determined now. "My cherry popped."

She’s not a virgin anymore.

I alternate from her eyes to her pussy and back to take it all in. She slides down the first inch past the head. I can’t believe what I’m staring at. My mentor’s virgin pussy stretched around thick Black cock!

It is the hottest thing I have ever seen. "That’s your cock now," I coach. "You were made for this. Take it all."

Ramya rounds her back and works her way down the shaft. It is a long, difficult descent. Inch by careful inch she forces herself down, thighs shaking, breath hitching with every new stretch. Soft, involuntary whimpers spill out of her with every movement. The sounds make my heart ache even as my own cunt throbs in answer. Beneath the wet sounds of her body opening I can hear the faint crinkle of the condom as her tight seal slides and tiny air pockets shift and collapse.

When her ass finally meets his hips I stare, almost disbelieving.

“Holy shit. She took it all on the first try.”

But there is no triumph on Ramya’s face. Only pain. She lifts up.

It's an incredible sight. She arches her back to lift, so light hits her pussy perfectly, and I see the tiny inner lips come to life, pulled out and dragging along the thick shaft behind the tight seal her pussy forms with his cock. Bright virgin blood paints black cock in streaks as she rises. Her dark asshole looks distorted, the skin pulled taut from the enormous stretch in her pussy.

She sinks down again. On the second descent Demarcus leans up, cups her cheek with surprising tenderness, and murmurs,

“Easy, girl.”

Ramya’s whimpers continue, soft and broken. She rises once more, then forces herself down a third time and stays fully seated, her thighs trembling violently, trying to adjust. I stroke her back, my own throat tight.

“You got this.”

She waits a few more seconds, forehead pressed to mine. Then she shakes her head once in finality. She slides up and off him in one careful motion. As she turns and collapses onto the bed beside us, a distinct, wet queef escapes her newly stretched pussy—the sudden rush of air that had been trapped inside her by his girth. She is in too much pain to notice or feel embarrassed. The lewd little sound goes straight to my clit. A sharp pulse of guilt follows the arousal: she is hurting, bleeding, and my body is still responding to the erotic evidence of how completely she was just opened.

Fresh virgin blood is smeared across her inner thighs and the neat trimmed triangle of hair. More of it streaks the sheet where she landed and shifted. Bright and unmistakable.

I lean over her, brushing damp hair from her face. The words leave me before I can stop them, thick with everything I’m feeling.

“I love you.”

It isn’t something we say. We are not in love. But in this moment, watching my mentor shake and bleed after giving away the one thing she had guarded for years, the only thing that feels true is how much I care about her.

She forces a smile and says simply, "I know."

Demarcus is still hard, the condom shiny with her wetness and smudges of blood from the difficult deflowering. He speaks gently.

“Tightest pussy I’ve ever been in. Cool if you need to stop for the day.”

Ramya’s voice is shaky but clear. One arm is still thrown across her eyes.

“I’m going to try again. Just give me a minute. That hurts a lot more than I expected.”

She lies there catching her breath, the evidence of what she just did painted across her skin and my sheets. Demarcus and I stay quiet, giving her the space she asked for.