Matt: the virgin who took a virgin

POV: Matt aka Jamal Matthew Robinson

The tall beauty drags her powerful, quivering haunches forward, sliding her soiled pussy off his cock before collapsing face-down on the mattress. Her long black hair spills across her back like a wild curtain, hiding her flushed face.

She was so fucking tight, milking him with every clench, using skills that had him on the edge from the first thrust. Then she looked back, that hanging breast flopping with his hard pumps, and he lost it and exploded inside her.

Jamal feels a flush of embarrassment. He never comes this fast. But it plays perfectly into the "virgin" act: he begged her to let him stick it in, just once so it counts. The quick finish sells the lie.

Blood smears her inner thighs, the same he saw after the third pump. She rolls onto her back, legs slightly parted. Her hole gapes now, transformed from that neat, sealed crease. A small tab of torn flesh protrudes from the edge of her hole. The clues snap together: the tightness, the nerves and ****, the blood. Most women wince at his size. But this is bigger. He just popped her cherry.

Holy shit.

She's a virgin. Was.

And everything about her was perfect. That tall, fit frame with those big, natural, saggy tits; her stunning face, exotic in the best way. She teased him mercilessly, made him ache, convinced him he'd never get inside right up until she gave in. No woman has ever felt like that: impossibly tight yet so aroused her tall frame could take every inch. A virgin who knew how to work her body, milking him dry, swallowing his full length when most couldn't.

Best pussy he's ever had. Hands down. And mad respect to her for taking a cock as big as his on her first time. She surely turned down plenty of lesser men while waiting for him to open her right.

He feels no guilt about stretching her virgin cunt wide, leaving her gaping and marked. The safe Indian husband her parents choose will never feel the untouched tightness he just stole from her. She'll remember him every time she spreads her legs for someone else.

But then the thought hits, unexpected and sharp: sadness. He won't get to do this again. Jamal thrives on variety, the thrill of the chase, moving on to the next conquest. Yet his chemistry with Ramya is different and real. And she trusted him, gave him the honor of being her first. If he ever wanted something long-term, she'd be the one. But he's her forbidden fantasy, not her future. He's not the guy her world would accept.

He's not good enough for her, and he knows it.

She looks up at him and forces a grin, but her eyes are red, and one tear streams down her cheek.

Jamal strokes his cock while standing next to the bed, and a final thick glob oozes out. The rest is deposited deep inside the Indian's virgin pussy, right where he wants it. He isn't sure what to say, so he just blurts it out. "Ramya, you were amazing. like nothing I've had before. But... you were a virgin, weren't you?" He nods towards her crotch.

"Correct. And you weren't," she replies.

"Also correct," he says with a grin.

"You played me."

Jamal sits next her and holds her hand. "Yes, I suppose. But maybe you played me, too."

"What do you mean?"

Jamal wipes the tear off her cheek. "Because I want you to stay the night so I can tell you all about the real me. And I want to see you again. But I know neither of those things is going to happen."

After a few seconds, she nods. "My parents would disown me if I dated a Black guy. And no Indian will marry me if they know I let you fuck me. I'm sorry."

Jamal closes his eyes for a second, then just says, "I'm sorry, too. Are you okay?"

"It hurt, but not as much as I feared. You were respectful and gentle, thank you. I definitely felt my cherry pop." She wipes another tear. "But these are mostly emotional. I wasn't expecting to lose control tonight."

"What can I do?"

"Nothing. This was fun. But it was a mistake. I should go."

Ramya turns down his offer to shower or clean herself up at all before leaving. Only after she's gone does he remember she'll walk to her car alone in the dark, and the guilt hits harder than he expects.

You will now be merged into the walk of shame chapter following Ramya's deflowering in missionary position. In that thread, she doesn't find out / or Matt is not really Jamal Matthew and not a virgin.