Claire: Demarcus fucks Ramya in doggie

Demarcus strokes her slow, letting her recover. Ramya lies there catching her breath, eyes still a little wide, as if she’s turning the new sensation over in her mind. For the first time since he popped her cherry, she looks confident and curious.

"I’ve fantasized about doggie,” she admits, voice rough. “A lot. Can we switch?”

We help her turn. She settles on her hands and knees, then deliberately arches her back and pushes her ass higher, presenting herself with sudden boldness.

“Now I know why I’ve been doing all those squats,” she says, glancing over her shoulder with a crooked smile. “It was for this moment.”

Demarcus gives a low laugh and lands a firm, appreciative smack on the hard curve of her ass. Ramya yelps and giggles. “It shows, baby. That ass is perfect.”

He grips her hips and sinks in again with one long, smooth thrust. Both of them groan. He starts slow, but quickly builds. Every stroke sends her low-hanging breasts into chaotic motion by swinging forward, colliding, the stretch-marked undersides flashing, nipples sweeping the mattress. Mine move too, but they are higher and tighter; hers are a softer, heavier, pendulous.

I move in front of her so she can kiss me when she wants. I stroke her hair, her shoulders, the swinging weight of her breasts, and keep pecking soft kisses against her mouth whenever she lifts her head.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper. “My Indian goddess.” I lean close to her ear, smiling. “Your breasts are going to be sore tomorrow too. I've been there.”

Demarcus’s rhythm grows heavier. The wet slap of his hips against her ass fills the room. He is no longer being careful; he is fucking her properly. Every time he draws almost all the way out, her freshly broken entrance clings tight around the head before he drives back in. When he pulls back far enough, air seeps in the open seal, and her pussy queefs noisily when his girth forces the air out. He groans at it, clearly liking the proof of how completely he’s opened her.

Ramya’s arms finally fold. She drops her head to the mattress, cheek pressed to the sheet, ass still held high. Her heavy breasts mash against the bed and still manage to shudder with every impact.

Then Demarcus slows, almost pulling all the way out before sliding back in. He stays deep and still for a moment, both hands gripping her hips.

“Grip me with your pussy. Milk my cock, baby,” he growls. He gives her ass another firm, playful smack. “Come on, virgin. Show me what you can do.”

It’s the first time any of us has said the word out loud while all three of us are together. Ramya’s mouth curves against the sheet.

“Okay. You asked for it.”

Ramya tightens around him with a strong, deliberate squeeze that catches the most sensitive part of him just behind the head as he begins to pull back. The seal of her freshly stretched cunt breaks with a clear, wet pop as he slides almost all the way out.

“Whoa… yeah, like that,” he groans, pushing back in.

She works him in skilled, fluttering pulses, gripping and releasing with impressive control. I know exactly why her pussy is this strong. She’s been training it with diligent Kegel exercises meant for the husband her parents will one day choose. All that careful preparation, and a black guy gets to feel it first.

The effect is immediate. Demarcus’s breath stutters.

“Yeah… just like that. Fuck, that’s impressive...”

He tries to keep stroking, but her muscles keep working him, pulling and fluttering along his shaft. His hips falter. A raw sound tears out of him.

“Shit, I’m coming!"

He pulls free with a wet sound. Ramya’s empty pussy is still clenching and quivering as he strokes himself twice and comes hard across the sweat-damp plane of her lower back and the upper curve of her ass. Thick streaks paint her golden skin.

When he finally sits back, Ramya collapses onto her side, then rolls onto her back. The semen on her back smears across my sheets, mixing with our pussy juices, sweat, and the bright streaks of virgin blood still marking her thighs and the bed beneath us. The whole messy evidence of what we just did soaks into the fabric together.

I stretch out beside her and gather her in.