Claire: Demarcus and I eat Ramya's pussy

We end up in a tangled heap on the bed. Demarcus is behind me, the solid heat of his chest against my back, one heavy arm draped over my waist. His thick, soft cock rests heavy and warm between my ass cheeks. He usually fucks me twice when we have a night together, but he needs time to reload. I hope the next time he hardens fully it’s to stretch Ramya’s virgin pussy open.

I'm facing Ramya. The satin robe is still parted. Her top breast hangs down, the dark nipple resting near the sheet. Her stretch marks show, the evidence of her realness I adore. I close the distance and brush my lips against hers—light at first, then deeper when she opens for me. My fingers slide under the robe and trail down the elegant line of her spine and rest just above the cleft of her ass. She shivers.

“You looked so sexy fucking him,” she murmurs against my mouth. “The way you moved your body in beat with his..."

I smile and kiss her again. “I want us to make you come next.” I glance over my shoulder at Demarcus, then back to her. “I know you don’t often trust men enough to let them go down on you, but he’s really good at oral if you want a change from me.”

Ramya’s mouth curves. She looks past me at him. “I thought black guys don’t do that.”

Demarcus chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. "I love doing it."

Ramya’s eyes return to mine. When she speaks, her voice is clear and deliberate and loud enough that there can be no mistake. “Then I want one from each of you.”

Demarcus rises onto an elbow. He leans across me and cups Ramya’s face. He gives her a moment to refuse. When she doesn’t, he kisses her. It's slow, thorough, a real kiss on the mouth. She makes a small sound of surprise but doesn’t pull away. When he finally breaks it, her lips are open and inviting. She rests on her back and parts her legs.

He moves down her body. The robe stays on, only parted between her long legs so he can settle between them. I watch the first broad stroke of his tongue over her smooth bare lips and the way her stomach tenses. He is hungrier than I am with her, using firmer pressure and deeper suction on her clit. Ramya’s hand finds my thigh and grips. She comes with a sharp, startled cry, thighs trembling against his shoulders.

"That was very good," she says.

"Told you," I say as I take his place before she can fully recover. Ramya's legs open more for me. I feel some of the remaining tension leave her body, That's not just from the orgasm, but from the trust I’ve earned making her come so many times before. I stare at her pussy and admire the small crease formed from closed outer lips, the area bare of thick pubes for the first time in her life. "Your pussy is beautiful shaved," I say, gently parting the our lips to see the tiny inner labia and clit, all soaking wet already from her arousal and Demarcus' mouth.

I start slow with soft open-mouthed kisses along the insides of her thighs, then long, patient strokes of my tongue. I slip one finger into her and feel the scorching tightness close around it. I keep her there, edging, curling my finger and licking her clit just enough to make her hips restless but not enough to tip her over.

Above me I hear Demarcus’s low voice. “Can I see your tits, love?”

Ramya’s answer is breathless. “Yes.”

He slides the satin from her shoulders. Her heavy breasts settle fully into view, hanging to the side of her torso. She slides her arms under the heavy flesh to bring them on her chest. He cups them both, thumbs circling the dark nipples, lifting and gently squeezing the soft weight of them.

“These are huge and perfect,” he murmurs. “Claire told me. She was right. Fit and strong, and then this…” He lifts them slightly, letting the natural weight settle back into his palms. “A gift.”

"Thank you," she gasps as I work her pussy.

I could make her come any second. Instead I slow-play it, dragging my tongue in lazy circles while he gets more familiar with her body. Demarcus uses the time I give him.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Yes, please.”

This kiss is deeper. I hear the soft wet sound of it above me while I keep her balanced on the edge. Only when their mouths finally break apart do I lift my head and look at Demarcus.

“In the bedside table. Hand me the box.”

He finds it and passes the black case of vaginal dilators. Ramya locks eyes with me, doesn't object yet. The tops few sizes in the kit are all thick enough to risk her hymen. I kiss her inner thigh and give a subtle nod. My message:

Trust me.

She does. I open the kit, choose the medium dilator, and coat it thoroughly.

“I'm going to put it in. It’s the medium one. Not the biggest. Okay?”

She nods.

I press. The tight resistance yields slowly. No sudden give, just intense, deliberate stretch. Ramya’s breath stutters. I feel the heat of her around the silicone, the way her body fights and then accepts the inch-wide shaft.

“God,” I say, loud enough for both of them. “Her pussy is so tight.”

I push it the rest of the way in, watching her stomach flutter. My own clit throbs hard at the level of trust she’s giving me, letting me stretch her virgin pussy like this when she’s supposed to save it for marriage. The phallus is an inch across and over five inches long. I work it in slow, steady strokes, feeling her gradually soften and open around it.

I ease it out after a minute and skip the next size, going straight to the one that is 1⅜ inches across and six inches long. Almost as thick as the Indian cock that's supposed to pop her on her wedding night.

“Do you want to try bigger?”

She hesitates for second, then: “Yes.”

This one takes longer. Her face tightens, a soft hiss escaping, but she keeps nodding through mild discomfort that passes quickly. I feel every millimeter of resistance as the thicker shaft forces her open, then the slow, sweet give as her body yields. When it’s fully inserted I lower my mouth to her clit and lick in time with the slow thrusts of the thicker shaft. Her hand drifts sideways, finds Demarcus’s half-hard cock, and begins to stroke him in slow, lazy pulls.

"There's one more size up if you want to try," I suggest.

She shakes her head while staring at the hardening black cock in hand. "That one feels good."

I stay deep with the dilator and focus on her clit with firm, rhythmic suction, the flat of my tongue, the exact pressure I know she needs. I make sure the full length stays buried inside her when the climax finally breaks.

Ramya comes hard, pulsing around the dilator, a broken sound tearing from her throat.

I ease it out carefully. While she is still fluttering I gently part her lips with my fingers. The hymen is still there and intact, but thinned and stretched, the opening noticeably larger. She’s not bleeding or in pain. A quiet, fierce protectiveness mixes with the heat in my belly. I did this for her. I opened her a little more for what’s coming.

I stroke her hip and grin up at her. “That orgasm hits different with a fat dildo stretching your pussy, doesn’t it?”

Color floods her cheeks. She looks almost sheepish. “…Yes.”

“It didn’t hurt at all, did it?”

“No.”

I sit back on my heels and glance at Demarcus. His cock is fuller now in Ramya’s loose grip.

“I think we need to take care of him again. He got horny watching us.” I look at him. “Do you want to fuck me again?”

“Yes.”

I feel the small spike of jealousy I was aiming for in the way Ramya’s hand tightens on him. A moment later she proves I was right.

“I can help get him ready,” she offers.