Ramya: broken by BBC in doggie

His cum is still warm on my tongue when Claire kisses me. I love taking a load. The taste never bothers me, and sharing it with her for the first time is filthy enough to make my empty cunt clench. We pass his seed back and forth until it’s mostly gone.

When we break apart I glance at Demarcus. Big, powerful, easy smile. Black men have always felt more dangerous, so I stay away. A single coffee date with a white guy is gossip; the same date with a black man would ruin my reputation in the Indian community. Not fair, but not my rules. Plus I’ve always been a little intimidated by them.

And I certainly don't need the big dick they offer. Smaller is safer. If I ever slip and let things go further than “just the tip,” a smaller one is less likely to ruin me. Demarcus would turn my pussy into the Grand Canyon. No Indian man on the planet packs this much. I’ve watched Claire’s tight, pristine little cunt get slowly worked open over the last few months until it stays a little loose and gapes at rest. Good for her, but that's not marriageable in my world.

But Demarcus has already charmed me out of my panties and makes it easy to forget how much trouble he could get me in. After watching them fuck, I finally get the appeal. He stretched Claire open and made her come like her body was built for it. Combined with his charming personality and big-dick confidence, he's built for casual hookups. Maybe I should have given him my number that night instead of Claire’s.

Claire doesn’t give me time to dwell. She pushes me onto my back and crawls between my thighs. The robe is still loosely around me, keeping my heavy breasts hidden as they sag to the sides. Our chests press flush together, and I can feel her heart beating against mine. That is what gets me wet for her. We kiss slow and deep while she starts to grind. Her slick cunt rubs over mine, clit dragging against clit. I wrap my long legs around her and pull her tighter. Demarcus watches us like he’s never seen two women make love off-camera. I roll my hips up to meet Claire’s and let him see everything. The friction builds until I’m shaking. I come with a low groan, pussy pulsing against hers, juice smearing between us, her heart still beating steady against my chest.

“I want to watch you suck his dick,” she says after I recover. “Get him hard so he can fuck me again.”

A flicker of annoyance cuts through the afterglow. I’m the mentor here, not her. I sit up and smirk. “You're going to lick my butthole while I do it.”

Claire’s mouth curves. She likes when I’m bossy.

When she rolls off me, I stand by the bed and dramatically remove the robe, showing my big tits in all their sagging glory. I keep an eye on Demarcus, and I can tell right away I fit his tastes nicely. Points for him.

He groans. “Claire told me you had a great ass. She was right. And those tits… fuck, natural looks good on you.”

I grin and climb on the edge of the bed on hands and knees. My heavy tits swing down and hang until the nipples almost brush the sheet. Claire moves to stand behind me to attend to my rear. Her view is the soft sag, stretch marks, and the round hard ass I’ve earned in the gym. I feel very sexy tonight. These two make me feel very body-positive.

Demarcus shifts to put his cock below my face. I reach for it. He’s only half-hard, but still thicker in my hand than any of the others I've had. I lick a long stripe up the underside and take him into my mouth. I'm spread open already in this position, and I shake my butt until Claire's tongue obediently flicks lightly over my anus. It feels dirty, and making her do it is half the fun. But my pussy craves her attention.

I hear the lube click open. One slick finger presses into my cunt and starts stroking. One finger is my limit, and Claire knows she doesn't need to ask permission. She flows it nice and slow, thumb brushing my clit every few thrusts and tongue licking my ass. Pleasure builds.

Demarcus is almost fully hard, and barely half his length fits in my mouth. I use my hand for the base, and I pull off in wet intervals to lick the underside and his balls. This is supposed to be a tease to get him ready for Claire. I'm intimidated by the large penis, but I burn with jealousy at what I know I am missing. My pussy clenches greedily around Claire's finger as I imagine being stretched out on his big dick.

It's illogical for me, a tightly sealed virgin, to crave the bigger ones more. But I can't deny the throb in my cunt at the sight of Demarcus' glorious cock. A strong urge to yield to his big-dick aura rises in me. I groan in frustration and reach back and put my hand on my lower back, then extend and point two fingers at Claire and my hungry pussy.

She understands the assignment. Two fingertips massage my opening before gently sliding in. The added fullness hurts for a second, then eases. My seal stays intact.

"Okay?" she asks.

I moan a yes around the cock in my mouth. Claire licks my butthole again and starts to gently fuck me with both fingers.

Demarcus is fully hard in my mouth now, but nobody moves to change positions. They see it before I do. I've become the main event

Her fingers flow, gently getting me used to the girth, and it feels great. When I start pushing back onto her hand she escalates. She bends her fingers slightly so her knuckles dig into the thickest part of my hymen. A few strokes later she pushes up gently towards my anus. My opening stretches with a faint burn.

I groan. I should stop this, but it feels so good. Her fingers flow again, then press toward the front of my vagina, then the sides. Each pass of her fingers widens me more than I've ever been. I wait for the dreaded snap, the tear that would mean I’ve gone too far, but it doesn’t come—only a steady, deepening stretch.

Demarcus sits up. He stares into my eyes and smiles while he reaches under and cups my hanging breasts. I lazily pump his cock and see the first glob of precome ooze out.

I asked for two fingers just to try something new, but Claire is using them to get me ready for the big dick in my mouth. I know what she’s doing… and I still don’t stop her. She returns to the thicker bottom edge of my hymen and presses harder. It hurts. I hiss and reach back to stop her, but her fingers are already gone.

"I've got you," she says and kisses my left butt cheek. "Tell me how this feels."

Her fingers slide in, then she curls and presses down hard into my G-spot.

Pleasure spikes. I pull off Demarcus’s cock with a wet gasp. "Holy shit. Claire..."

"Yes?" she teases.

"Oh my God. We should have done this sooner.”

She keeps her fingers inside and milks my G-spot with short, firm strokes. I’m dripping down her wrist, thighs shaking, right on the edge, when she suddenly stops and pulls out.

My innie pussy closes back into a neat crease. Claire’s hands spread my lips, and I feel cool air and an unfamiliar openness. I've let this go too far, and I know I've lost some tightness I'll never get back. Why does that make it hotter?

“Why did you stop?” I ask, mock-frustrated.

“He’s ready.”

He's been ready for a while. What she means is I’m ready.

"Did I pop?" I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“No,” she says, still holding me open. “I stretched it a good bit so it won’t hurt as much when it does. You’ll still stain the sheets for your husband.”

For my husband...

No. The truth is staring me in the face. Big Black Cock. This is what I was really saving myself for. With Claire watching, the pull is too much. My heart pounds. “I want you guys to trade places.”

Claire’s eyebrows rise. Demarcus’s eyes lock on mine.

"I’m nervous about your size," I say.

"I'll go slow, baby. You're going to love it."

I pump his cock again and watch more precome bead at the tip. When I stroke upward, his generous foreskin gathers soft and velvet over the head. That skin will glide inside me so much smoother than harsh latex.

"If I let you go raw… can I trust you to pull out?”

Demarcus answers without hesitation. “You can trust me.”

Claire lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “So much for practicing what you preach.”

I glance back at her and chuckle. “Just for my first time.”

They switch. Claire sits against the headboard, legs spread, fingers already rubbing her big clit so I have to watch. Demarcus stands behind me. He kisses the spot right above my butt crack, then spreads for a second and looks. He presses gently on my upper back, and I obediently go to my elbows, settling the heavy part of my hanging breasts into the mattress. His hands settle on my hips.

“Reach back,” he says. “Grab my cock and stick it in your pussy.”

I obey, powerless to resist the lewd command. I reach under my body and find him hanging heavy and full beneath my pubic bone. My fingers wrap around his penis. He's hot, thick, skin soft over iron, and I guide the bare head up to my soaked folds. I settle the massive head against my lips. He nudges gently, and the tip slips inside my wet cunt.

Holy shit. I'm actually doing this.

Demarcus pushes. I feel his shaft slide between my fingers, the head spreading my opening. The ridge of the head slides into my tight channel, and that's when I feel the pop. It burns white hot, but it happens smoothly without him needing to push hard. Demarcus probably didn't even notice. Claire prepared me well.

I groan and let go of the cock as the first couple of inches pass into me. With both my elbows on the bed and Demarcus holding my hips, he slides inside slow and smooth.

“Ow, fuck,” I mouth silently at Claire, eyes wide. I don’t say it out loud. I don’t want him to stop.

"I'm in your pussy. You're not a virgin anymore," Demarcus announces, and the look of joy and pride on Clare's face helps a lot.

The stretch is deep and burning, more discomfort than sharp tear. He sinks about two-thirds of the way and stops, giving me a second. Then he draws back and pushes to that same depth again. On the third stroke he drives all the way home. His hips meet my ass, every thick inch buried, and the air trapped inside me forces out in a loud, wet queef.

“Oh my God, that’s huge,” I choke.

Demarcus groans, hands tight on my waist. “You took it all, baby.”

He stays deep for a moment, letting me feel how completely I’m stretched around him. I've reflexively come up from my elbows to my hands, and my heavy tits hang all the way to the mattress, swinging slightly with my shaky breaths. Claire is rubbing her clit harder, eyes locked on my pained expression while his cock is splitting me open.

I look at her, then push back against him in clear permission.

Demarcus starts to move.