Ramya: BBC conquest completed

Whap!

Demarcus slaps my ass playfully as he begins his first withdrawal. My pussy clings to his thick cock, the flesh being tugged with it. It seems to go on forever, inch after inch sliding out of my ripped cunt until I feel the ridge of the head at my opening.

His grip digs painfully into my hips, and he pushes back in.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

Deep strokes. Slow and thorough. I reflexively inch forward. He aggressively pulls my hips back into place. “Don’t run from that big dick, baby,” he says, voice low and amused. He lands a second firm slap on my ass. The sound cracks through the room. “Take it like a good girl."

I scoff and roll my eyes at Claire who is beaming.

"There you go, baby. Damn that is really tight pussy," Demarcus groans as pump after pump rock me, building fast. My heavy tits move with his rhythm. The burn is still there, but underneath it something hotter is building.

Every time he bottoms out I feel the air punch from my lungs. Another slap lands on the other cheek. I grin this time, and I'm already pushing back to meet his pumps.

"You're bleeding on my cock, baby," he moans. "Your cherry popped. Don't worry, I'm going to break you in good."

The words send a filthy, shameful pulse straight through me. He’s right. The worst part is already over. What’s left is just this thick, relentless stretch.

He fists a hand in my hair and hauls me upright until my back is arched against his chest. His mouth finds mine in a messy, sideways kiss while his other hand reaches around and pinches one of my nipples hard enough to make me yelp into his mouth. Then he shoves me back down face-first into the mattress, keeps his grip on my hair, and really starts fucking me.

Hard.

The angle is deeper like this. My moans are muffled in the sheets. My ass is up, back arched, and he’s driving into me with heavy, wet slaps of skin. I can feel myself dripping down my own thighs. I shouldn't be able to take him this fast right after my cherry popped. And yet I am.

"Take it easy on her," Claire says.

"She can take it. Look at her, she's doing great," Demarcus says.

After a minute he eases up. “Get back on your hands,” he says. “I wanna watch those titties swing.”

I push up onto my palms, and my pendulous torpedo tits free again. He starts thrusting faster, using shallower thrusts, sacrificing depth for speed. My breasts don't disappoint, flopping front to back, coming together in the front, nipples pointing lewdly at Claire. Then they are flung back, straining against my chest and pointing to Demarcus. He cocks a leg up, plowing me at a slight angle. The adjustment forces my breasts into a wide circular motion, my nipples flinging outward obscenely. I'm dimly aware of praise coming from both of my lovers.

I'm getting truly pounded now. Every imperfection on my body shows. Cellulite flairs on my haunches when his hips slam into my toned butt cheeks. The fat left on my belly ripples with each impact. The centripetal force applied to my heaving breasts distorts them and swells the nipples, and leaves my strained ligaments and stretch marks showing better. Not to mention I'm a bloody, sweaty mess.

It’s too much. The sensation, the exposure, the way Claire is staring at me from the headboard with her hand between her legs. “Wait...” I gasp. I reach back and press a hand against his stomach. “Stop. I want… I want to look at you while you fuck me. Missionary.”

Demarcus slows, still buried inside me.

“Yeah?” he asks, breathing hard. “You want to get on your back?”

I nod, face hot, pussy still throbbing around him.

Demarcus slaps my ass one more time as he releases my grip and lets me slide forward off his cock. I feel my hole gaping open as I roll to my back, and my pussy queefs again as my insides adjust.

"Wow," I breathe as I see the blood streaking my inner thighs and his cock. "My body is... changing."

"It looks worse than it is," Demarcus says gently. "Feels good now, right?"

"Yes, definitely," I say.

Claire puts a large pillow under my head. My legs feel shaky. Demarcus kneels between them, cock glossy with my blood and lube, still rock hard. He looks at Claire, then at me, and gives a small, wicked smile. “Watch this.”

He lines himself up and pushes all the way in with one long, smooth stroke. I gasp as every thick inch sinks into me again until his pubic bone nudges against my clit. The fullness steals my breath.

Claire lets out a low, appreciative sound. She’s right beside us now, eyes locked on the place where we’re joined.

“She’s the first one,” Claire says softly, almost proudly as she clasps my hand in hers. “Nobody’s ever taken all of you before. Good job, Ramya.”

A hot spike of pride cuts through the overload. I’m a virgin and giving him something he's never had. He's never been balls deep until he had me. I know tomorrow I will stand a little taller as a 6'1" woman proud of her height.

Demarcus groans at the squeeze and starts to move slower and more deliberate than in doggie. He is upright between my legs, making sure Claire can see all of me while he fucks me. Each stroke drags against the tender, newly stretched walls. Claire leans in and kisses him while he fucks me, then breaks away to pinch and massage one of my nipples. The dual sensation makes me arch.

She slides her hand down between us. Her fingers find my clit slick, swollen, and hypersensitive. She rubs in tight, perfect circles timed to his thrusts.

"Can you come?" she asks gently.

I nod. "I'm already close.

Demarcus adds a grind at the end of each push, leaving me impossibly full for a few extra seconds each time, mashing his pubic bone into the back of Claire's hand.

“Oh my God,” I breathe. I nod at Demarcus. I'm almost there.

The combination is overwhelming. His thick cock stretching me open on every stroke, Claire’s fingers working my clit with the exact pressure she knows I need. The burn from my deflowering is drowning under a building, deeper pressure I’ve never felt before. This isn’t the sharp, external orgasm I’m used to from my own hand or her tongue. This one is coming from inside, from the place he’s filling.

My thighs start to shake. I grab Claire’s wrist like I need an anchor and look up at Demarcus’s face as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter. I wrap my long legs around him as the waves peak.

When it breaks it feels different. It's deeper, fuller, almost frightening in its intensity. My pussy clamps down hard around his cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him while I cry out. The orgasm rolls through my whole pelvis, longer and heavier than anything I’ve felt. I can feel myself gushing around him, can hear how wet it’s gotten.

Demarcus’ rhythm stutters. My orgasm is intensifying the pleasure for him, too. I grip him hard as my waves simmer. All those kegels I do to tighten for Indian grooms are shamefully milking black cock instead.

"Shit, Ramya, that's a strong grip. Fuck... I'm going to come!"

I let go of my legs wrapped around his waist just in time to avoid the creampie. He pulls out of my still-spasming cunt with a wet sound. White cum shoots out of his cock before he can even grab it, soaking the area just above my clitoral hood. One, two strokes of his fist and he unloads the rest across my belly in thick, hot streams. Some of it lands just above my shaved mound, some higher, across the soft skin of my stomach.

Before I can even catch my breath Claire leans down and drags her tongue through the biggest streak of cum, then kisses me deep, sharing the salty taste of him. I moan into her mouth and kiss her back, still trembling, his cock softening against my thigh and my freshly fucked pussy throbbing in the open air.

Right now I don't care about Indian culture or lost virginity or grooms saying no. I just got fucked and came on black cock, and it was absolutely amazing.