Ramya: sloppy seconds for black guy #2

Author’s Note: This chapter continues consensual non-consent (CNC) role-play involving violence, forced sex, and intense psychological content. Everything that follows was pre-arranged by the characters.

Tall Guy's hand slides off my mouth as he finishes ejaculating. I could scream if I had the will anymore.

Short Guy is already shoving him off, ready to test me again. “Roll over for me, baby," he commands.

I obey, too numb to protest, my brain reset to comply with everything. I even spread my legs as Short Guy drops his shorts.

"Yeah, she wants it now."

I shake my head, but I stare at his hard cock, massive and thick, and it taps into something primal and confusing. I see Tall Guy to my left, softening, his potency drained by my virgin pussy, a sticky drop of goo hanging down from the tip. Something inside me constricts, spasms, and I hear a gurgling sound as semen floods out my opening.

"Fucking asshole, you nutted inside her," Short Guy whines.

"Pussy was too good."

Short Guy is on me again. His hand covers my mouth. "You're going to take my cock this time without crying like a little bitch."

My eyes squeeze in pain as his massive cock forces open my tender passage that his friend stretched open for him. He sinks into me in one long stroke. The thicker cock forces a second, deeper tearing sensation—like being deflowered all over again, just not quite as sharp. I cry out against the hand covering my mouth. The sound that comes out is half scream, half broken moan.

I feel his bloated balls flatten against my perineum, and the incredible fullness rocks me. I definitely feel the increased thickness. I have a weird pride at having just taken it all. I will never be this stuffed again.

"Damn, she is good," Short Guy says as he sets up a tempo fucking my tight pussy. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, baby. If you don't scream again, I won't hit you or hurt you on purpose. Deal?"

I nod, and he removes his hand. I don't even consider screaming or fighting him. What's the point? Nobody will hear or get here in time.

He sets a hard, steady rhythm, hips snapping. My right breast, the nipple bared, works completely free of the sports bra and starts bouncing and swaying with every impact. "Holy shit, look at that big sagger," he jokes as he fucks me.

"Please stop. It hurts, it's too big," I groan, as if he cares.

“No, baby… just relax. It’ll start feeling good. Let it happen.”

The pain never leaves. But it peaks and pulls back a little, or maybe I just go numb. That gives me confidence I can finish.

Unlike Tall Guy, he has fresh breath and smells decent. He's half a foot shorter than me and still somehow fucks me with the largest cock that will ever enter this body. My virgin pussy is ruined, freshly bred and stretched too wide for an Indian groom to feel and enjoy. I'll never be as good down there as I am right now for these evil men. And that really pisses me off and helps me power through.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Short Guy is more controlled, slower. Is he doing that for me? No, surely he just wants to ravage me longer.

Somewhere under the panic and the shame, a dark, traitorous heat starts to build.

I’ve guarded my virginity for years. Every boundary, every careful choice, every refusal. Now it’s gone and I didn’t have to choose. The decision was made for me. The responsibility isn’t mine. I can have the ruin and the overwhelming fullness without owning any of it. It's not my fault if I enjoy part of this. The realization hits hard as the pleasure climbs. That incredible stretch that hurt my pussy so much at first is starting to feel pretty good.

He changes the angle, grinding deeper, and the heat spikes. My body betrays me completely. The first climax rips through me while I’m still crying, pussy clenching hard around the thick intrusion. A broken whimper sneaks out as I try to stifle the sounds of pleasure. I don't want him to know he made me come. Shame floods in right behind the pleasure. I turn my face away, but he doesn’t stop.

"Uh huh," he groans low, as if he knows.

Did I hear that right?

"Fuck you," I groan, and Short Guy just chuckles.

He keeps fucking me through it, relentless, and the second orgasm follows almost immediately. It's harder, meaner, my free breast jerking with the spasms, tears and snot running down my temples. I hate how good it feels. I hate that I’m coming on a stranger’s cock against my will while another man’s cum is still leaking out of me.

“Told you you’d like it, bitch," he taunts.

He finishes with a deep grunt, burying himself and pumping me full a second time. When he pulls out I feel the mixed mess left by both of them sliding down the crack of my ass into the dirt as my ravaged hole gapes open.