Claire: Deion takes my virginity

I step out of the bathroom, heart racing. The Baptist girl in me whispers to run, but the new Claire is ready to become a woman. Tanner and Deion lounge on the bed, naked and relaxed, their cocks semi-hard and resting against their thighs. They watch with patient hunger but don’t say a word, don’t beckon. Their seduction is complete. Now they wait for me to come to them and beg for it.

I walk slowly, pussy already aching with want. I climb on the bed between them, reach out and clasp a cock in each hand, pumping once, twice, stirring a reaction. Both cocks finish hardening in my grip. Tanner grins and cups one breast, then Deion follows suit.

The words come easy for me, but my voice cracks. "Thank you for going slow and making me feel respected. I'm ready. I want you both to fuck me." My words hang in the air, crude and thrilling. No romance, no softening. Just raw intent. My pussy clenches.

They’ve been patient and generous, making me feel like a queen. Now they deserve their reward. I just hope I’m enough for them.

A sly smile creeps across Tanner's face. He opens his hand. Two condoms, and they are not the same. "MAGNUM" is stamped in all caps twice on gold background on the bigger one.

“The lady chooses," Tanner says.

Choosing means deciding who goes first. Tanner’s slim cock would be easier, gentler, and he's the man I want long-term, the one I could make love to forever. But Deion’s monster calls to the bad girl I’ve become. I've fantasized about a cock like that my whole life.

Ramya’s words echo: make Tanner chase. I want to be overwhelmed. Let Deion break me in, stretch me open and ready, then Tanner can take what’s left of me, slow and sweet.

My hand trembles, and I look lovingly into Tanner's green eyes and imagine our future together as I grab Deion's condom from his hand. Now it's my turn with the sly grin as I tear the package open.

Deion’s grin widens. “Good choice, love.”

Tanner nods, no jealousy, just heat in his eyes. His cock twitches, and a fresh glob of precome oozes out the tip. “Deion first, then.”

I roll the condom down Deion's erection myself. The latex stretches tight over his girth and doesn't even reach the base. Tanner guides me to my back on the center of the bed, legs spread.

Deion moves into position. Tanner is next to me, clasps my hand, and now I'm trembling. "I need to tell you something," I say. "I'm still a virgin."

Surprise flashes over Tanner's face, then compassion, understanding. "It's okay. Deion is going to go real slow for you and make sure it feels good."

I look up, Deion adds, "I'm a gentle giant," as he works a generous amount of lube onto his cock.

"Okay, good," I laugh nervously. "I definitely should have bought a bigger vibrator."

Tanner chuckles and leans down, gives me a tender kiss, then squeezes my hand. "It might have to hurt a little just at first. If you need a break, just let us know."

I nod and exhale.

"Reach down, love," Deion commands in a sexy, deep voice. "Guide me in."

I clasp his slippery penis just behind the head and steer him to the bottom of my tall, plump-lipped crack, and I feel the tug of one of my large lips folded across. I jiggle the head, parting the lips to seat him at my opening. Deion gives it a gentle nudge, and my lips envelop most of the head as the tip slips in the wet hole. "Woah."

"You'll feel some pressure," he coaches. I let go as he begins to penetrate.

Pressure builds against my tightness. My body yields, and I feel the crown of the head as it passes into me, into the heat and grip of my virgin pussy.

It's an incredible stretch, and it hurts like hell. I stifle a squeal.

My big lips jut out, hugging the shaft as it slides inside. Fiery pain rocks me as I tear to open for him, and a couple inches behind the head disappear. My legs shake, abs tense, I groan, my chin quivers as I fight tears. I squeeze Tanner's hand.

“It’s in you,” Tanner whispers. “Relax. You’ll stretch to fit him.”

“Okay… it’s really big. Oomph,” I groan as pain spreads deeper.

Deion closes his eyes, savoring my tight squeeze. “Good girl,” he murmurs as over half his length fills me. He pulls back slowly, just the head left embedded.

“Uhhhhh!” I exhale forcefully.

My grip tightens on Tanner’s hand as Deion pushes in again, deeper this time. He pumps twice more, then drives all the way, balls flattening against my butt as he reaches deep into my core.

I'm stuffed. The stretch and fullness overpower me. But I’ve done it, I've taken him all. Deion looks surprised I could, pleasure etched on his face. He’s fighting not to come already. Knowing I’m giving him pleasure this spurs me on.

Two tears stream down my cheeks, reflecting pain, relief, accomplishment, shame, all jumbled.

"Oh God, that's stretching me," I whisper.

He grins, lowers himself, supports his weight on hands by my head. Tanner releases my other leg; they fall to the bed. I let go of his hand, put both on Deion’s shoulders, stare into his eyes.

He pulls back slow, drives in again all the way. Pauses deep, leans down, kisses me. “We’re fucking now, love. Need a break?”

I shake my head, groan. It hurts like hell, but I’m too horny to stop. I already love this.

“Yeah! You’re doing great, Claire,” Tanner says.

In and out. Pump. Pump. Pump.

Deion sets a steady tempo with slow full-length strokes to break me in. Gradually, sharp pain dulls to ache, then simmers. The pain lingers with his size, but my body adapts, molds around Big Black Cock as it was designed.

He shifts to giving pleasure when he knows I'm broken in enough: three faster shallow thrusts, then one slow and deep that steals my breath. Eye contact stays intense. He settles his chest on mine. My heart pounds against him. We kiss and become one together.

I run my hands along his strong back, down to clenching butt muscles as he drives into me. Deion, oh Deion! My biggest fantasy. A black guy fucking me! A gentleman at that. And it’s starting to feel good! The stretch hurts, but I also notice a tingly pleasure mixing now, and the rubbing friction also lights up the rich rich nerve endings all along my canal. The thick shaft rubs against my large clitoral hood before his pubic bone grinds against it while the wide head fills the back of my pussy, triggering pleasant spasms. There's so much great kissing, and with Tanner watching, it's perfect.

“Does it feel good now, love?” Deion asks, rising to forearms.

"Yes." I grin.

He pulls out slow, head just outside my big lips. Air seeps in. Seconds pass.

“Why did you stop?” I whine, playfully slapping his butt. “Come on, fuck me!”

With a triumphant grin, he drives in all the way. My pussy farts loudly and vibrates as air escapes my stretched hole. I'm ready to be fucked hard now. He know he doesn't have to worry about hurting me anymore.

Deion strokes me faster, mixing shallow and deep. I’m getting rocked! My breasts heave, their perfect form morphing into gelatinous shapes on the upswing as Deion pounds me, hard nipples the only consistent shape. My breasts will be sore tomorrow. But the men love the view, so I don't stop the flop.

My pussy is noisier now, and every few pumps enough air gets in to make me queef. “That’s hot,” Tanner reassures. I love the noises, this sign of how his size affects my body.

I'm close now. Deion fights to hold back his load until I come.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uhhh!” I’m vocal, in rhythm.

Eye contact deep as the kissing stops and we concentrate on the pleasure below. I glance at Tanner. He’s letting his friend fuck me, but I sense feelings, his adoration for me. Even while getting railed by Deion, I imagine a future with Tanner. I clasp his hand, mouth “Thank you.”

He smiles, and that gets me almost to the top. "I think I’m going to come," I say. "Go deep. Slow. Grind at the end. Yes, like that," I groan. Weird that I know exactly what I need. Then Tanner's hands are on my breasts, rubbing, tweaking nipples. How does he know what I love?

Ten deep, ball-flattening pumps while staring into Deion’s eyes, and I'm home. “Coming!!!”

"Yes, Claire!" Tanner cheers, so happy that they've made me come during my first time.

Deion loses control, fucks fast and erratic. I grip his torso and ride the waves. Warmth spreads, vibrating energy from my filled core. Legs quake with my first deep vaginal orgasm. It hits different and more intense. I'm a spent, quivering, happy mess.

The orgasm unlocks space, my pussy opens more. He moves faster. I grab my tits to stop the flopping.

“I’m close,” Deion says.

“Come in her mouth. Is that cool?” Tanner asks.

They have no idea this virgin is an experienced cocksucker. “Sure.” It's safer if he pulls out, and I'd agree to anything after that climax.

Deion pulls out, yanks the condom off, and straddles my chest. I open wide.

He milks his cock an inch from my face and shoots the first spurt into the back of my mouth. Another volley rockets in. The thick spunk coats my tongue just as I inhale the scent, and I love it! I quickly swallow, and some of the load slithers down my throat as he puts his next glob of semen on my upper lip. I open my mouth again, and he rests the head on the tip of my tongue and pulses, the remaining load on target. I breathe, cough as some of the sticky goo threatens to go down my windpipe, and barely keep my mouth open. One more drop oozes out as he finishes ejaculating. I twirl my tongue around the head and lap it up. I swallow, but there's still a lot of semen coating my mouth inside, and the spunk on my upper lip spreads to the lower.

I fall back, and Deion collapses beside me.

I'm **** now. My pussy aches, and Deion just came on my face like I'm a porn star.

Tanner pulls me close. “Your face is an adorable mess. Come here.”

Any thought of being disrespected washes away as he kisses me deep, tasting Deion, owning it. His leg drapes over me, and sticky goo seals our lips. I gather Deion's remaining essence with my tongue and push into Tanner's mouth. We make out, enjoying the spunky taste and swallowing until it’s just us.

Then I collect a missed dollop from chin, suck it in, and kiss him again with a crooked, shiny smile.