Ramya: BBC goes balls-deep for an epic deflowering

Thanks for sticking with me so far. Our second virgin finally pops. Enjoy!

I moan into Matt’s mouth as he pulls me tighter against him, adding delicious pressure to my grind. His hips rock up instinctively, chasing more friction, and I feel the telltale tension in his body and the quick, shallow breaths, the subtle tremor in his thighs. He’s close again. The virgin who hasn’t jerked off in a month is teetering on the edge.

I should push him over. That was the plan: make him come again, reward him with another blowjob, then slip out the door with my virginity safe. Instead, I ease up, shifting my hips lower so my slick seam glides along the less sensitive base of his shaft, denying him the relief he needs.

Why the hell am I doing this?

The answer hits me like a shockwave. I don’t want him to come yet. Not like this. I want to feel that massive cock explode inside my virgin cunt, defiling me with every thick pulse. The thought makes me shudder, my own orgasm coiling tighter from the steady grind against his length and the filthy images flooding my mind.

For the first time, the possibility feels real. What if I just let him fuck me?

He’s too big. It should terrify me: the stretch, the pain, the risk. But the butterflies in my stomach only make me hornier. I tried it once before, back in college: a drunken frat-party mistake with an Indian guy when I was still overweight and full of self-doubt. He tried and failed to shove a much smaller dick inside me with almost no prep, no fingering, and came prematurely all over my stomach. That was the closest anyone ever came to taking my virginity. Since then, I’ve dated plenty of better men, given blowjobs and taken it in the ass, but I’ve always stayed in control of my pussy.

Until tonight.

Matt’s cock is the thickest I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot. But unlike that fumbling night years ago, my body is relaxed now. I know how to breathe, how to let my muscles soften instead of clench. My own fingers have taught me that much. Physically, I’m ready. It’s only a moral choice now. A cultural one. And right now, with his heat pressed against me, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. I'm ready to be penetrated with a penis.

His size makes me ache to be filled, even though I’m still a virgin. And he’s Black. The taboo interracial fantasy I never had until I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt the power... It sets my nerves on fire. If I save myself for an arranged marriage, I’ll never get to experience this. I'll never feel a Big Black Cock stretch me open. This is my only chance.

But BBC doesn’t belong anywhere near the place I’ve sworn to keep pure. If I let him inside me, I’ll be both tainted and ruined for Indian men. Worthless on the arranged-marriage market. It’s so unfair, both to me and to him. A cruel double standard. The anger at that injustice only makes me want him more. I deserve this one selfish, forbidden night.

“Mmm, you’ve got a really big dick, that’s for sure,” I moan against his lips.

I reach between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and sliding the foreskin back to expose the swollen head. My fingertips come away slick with his precome. Holy hell, he’s about to pop. And it's so damn thick. I should have let him use two fingers earlier. For a second, I almost angle him toward my entrance, tempted to just push down and let it happen.

No. Dammit. This isn’t what I’ve been saving myself for.

But God, I want it so bad.

“Women are supposed to like it when it’s… big, right?” he asks, half-question, half-statement, but he's confident he's on the winning side of that.

“It might not fit, Matt,” I breathe, loving how the words pump up his ego. “I’ve never had one this big.”

I want him to want me. I want him to push. I already told him no sex tonight, so I’m safe… right? If he asks now, with that cocky grin, I might fold.

He’s bolder than he was an hour ago. That's my fault for sucking his dick, for letting him feel like a man for the first time. But he plays grateful, still says he’s happy just to be here.

“Are you okay with just a really good tease?” I ask, one last attempt to remind us both of the boundaries. “I’ll suck you off at the end, but I’m not putting out.”

“Definitely,” he murmurs, kissing me deeper. “Do whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m having a great time.”

Is he buying my bullshit? Or does he know how badly I want him inside me?

We kiss for long minutes, bodies sealed together. Then, without warning, he rolls me onto my back. My legs part naturally, welcoming his massive frame between them. His weight settles heavy on my abdomen as he lifts my left breast and sucks the nipple into his mouth. A fart slips out from the pressure on my abdomen. I chuckle and kiss. He won't care. I just hope the burrito from dinner behaves.

This position is dangerous. My long, powerful legs spread wide to cradle his hips, exposing my defenseless core to him. His bulk pins me to the mattress, his cock nudging my inner thigh. It’s wrong to be naked under a man my parents would never approve of. But I love being the experienced one, love knowing this is his first real naked contact with a woman.

His gut covers my pussy and protects me from his cock as he works his way up my chest, but I feel it lower, hot, heavy, and waiting. I still have time before Matt consummates this.

He moves slowly, kissing higher until our mouths meet again. My lungs burn under his weight until he braces on his elbows and knees, easing some of the pressure. I like his messy kissing now; the sheer volume of it is wearing me down, melting me. My body was built to handle this much man, with my strong thighs, wide hips, curves that cradle his fat as we merge.

Only my legs are free, spread obscenely wide, ankles dangling uselessly. My heavy breasts are squished sideways by his chest, dark nipples engorged and pointing out. His heart hammers against mine. His belly presses right against my clit, grinding me perfectly even without movement. I’m 6’1”, one of the strongest women in my gym, squatting over 300 pounds, but under him, I’m helpless. Pinned. ****.

And fuck, I like it. I’m not playing it safe like I do with other men. My head is a mess, but deep down, I’ve already said yes.

The other virgin senses it first.

“I know you want the same thing now,” he says against my lips, his voice low and sure. Not asking. He knows he has me. “I want my first time to be with someone as amazing as you. Ramya, I’m going to fuck you.”

I gasp. The word “fuck” in that confident tone sends shivers racing through me. Warmth floods my core; I gush more wetness in response.

I give a coy smile. Saving myself for an arranged marriage suddenly feels ridiculous. This is what my body was made for, to serve this thick cock with my body, in my pussy where it belongs.

Now is the time to stop. But I blunder.

“I do want it, Matt, but I don’t know…” I whisper, then kiss him again.

I didn’t say no, and my body language screams yes and green lights him for the pussy.

In an instant, the roles flip. The mentor becomes indecisive; the shy virgin takes charge to take what he's won.

He keeps that confident grin as he kisses me, hips beginning slow, instinctive thrusts. Each movement brings more of his belly onto me, freeing his cock as it inches closer to its target. I’m hopelessly pinned, no leverage to stop him.

And suddenly he's there.

A soft head, wet with precome, thick with devastating hardness behind it presses against my glistening cleft. My eyes fly open. I have seconds to save my virginity.

Don't let him penetrate!

He's smothering me with his tongue in my mouth and crushing weight on my chest. I straighten my strong legs and clench, squeezing his wide hips to narrow my thigh gap and get my pussy an inch away from danger. But he's a big boy, heavy, strong, and he inches closer with rhythmic pushes. He strikes lower, pressing firmly against my perineum. Then at the very end of his push, the head nudges up the pursed end of my slit and slides into place, right on target. The tip slips inside my wet cunt.

Oh my God.

The blunt head cleaves my lips and rests with the crown just outside. The tip applies steady pressure, already testing my tightness. Tension builds in my vaginal opening as it dilates to receive its first penis.

My heart flutters, and it feels so good, so forbidden, having his cock dangerously poised to enter me. He senses it too; the wetness and the lips caressing the head, welcoming him, enticing him forward into me. His mouth curls into a smile again as we kiss.

A war for my soul rages during my final moments as a virgin.

I have to stop this!

No, you're ready. Let it happen.

I try to reach down, to block his hips, but his weight is too much. I bend my knees, plant my feet on his sides to push but it only tilts my traitorous hips up, aligning my pussy perfectly for his next thrust.

Pressure builds at my opening. Here he comes.

I can't get his tongue out of my mouth to stop him, so a guttural groan comes out, spurring him on. My pussy burns and stretches, and the crown of the wide head passes into me. “Uhh!” I moan in surprise as the thick head disappears in the hot hole of my pussy and spreads me open.

I'm thrilling in the moment. I want him to stop, but it’s in me. Just barely, but it’s happening. My opening flutters and painfully spasms, clenching around the intrusion.

He pulls back slowly with a wet, squishy pop, leaving only the tip inside. The ache eases, but damage is done.

His next thrust will change everything. I'll be ruined.

On the verge of panic, I finally free my mouth. “Matt…”

He pauses, eyes locked on mine. I've been heard and have one last chance to stop this horrible thing from happening.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

My resistance collapses. Legs relax, tension dissolves in my vaginal opening as he pushes in again. My muscles slide around the head and guide it in, easier this time, foreskin retracting as he claims ground already won. The thick shaft follows behind it and begins to slide inside. My hymen bows, stretches, trembles on the brink... until the gates burst open.

Matt's face twists in pleasure as he feels a tight, wet, heavenly squeeze ripple down his length.

Mine burns with fiery pain as my cherry pops to relieve the pressure. The burning sensation spreads deeper as inch after inch of thick black cock slides inside my hungry pussy. It's a slow and gentle thrust, but unstoppable with his weight behind it, and perfect for the task at hand.

I exhale in a ragged gasp as his massive thickness bottoms out, buried to the hilt in my deflowered pussy.

The stretch is brutal—a deep, burning ache that radiates outward, my walls spasming painfully around the invading girth. A sharp sting lingers where my hymen tore, hot and raw, like a fresh cut. I whimper weakly, tears pricking my eyes.

His giant cock is fully inside me now. This black man is balls-deep in the place I swore to keep pure for my future husband.

One thrust, allowed in a moment of weakness, and I'm changed forever.

What the hell have I done?