Ramya: deflowered in doggie

I want so badly to get laid, to have him lead me into bad decisions. But Matt is a clueless virgin. My grind is about to make him come again, then it's game over unless this obese man finds some endurance. I slow down, slide lower on his cock to the less sensitive base, buying time.

"I want to have sex with you so bad, Ramya," he moans through our kiss.

I grin. "Me too. Sorry. First date rule."

"Be honest. Will there actually be a second date?"

I stop grinding, look at him in surprise, and tell the truth. "No." I peck his lips, run my hand affectionately over his chest. "Matt, I'm 23 and old for an Indian whose parents will arrange her marriage. Yes, we still do that. I could do a love marriage to a non-Indian, but I have to be selective... Shit, sorry, I'm such a bitch."

"No way, I like the honesty. And don't you dare stop moving," he mock-complains. I resume the slow grind. Matt grips my top butt cheek, pulls me tighter as my pussy slides along his shaft. "I'm going to keep improving myself, getting fit, working toward better jobs. Then down the road, if you're single, I'll hit you up again. How does that sound?"

"Sounds first class."

I need him to come soon, before I lose control and make a huge mistake.

"Come for me," I breathe. "I want to give you one more before I go. I can suck your dick again if you prefer it that way."

"Ramya, please, you're so fucking sexy. I'm begging you. Take my virginity!" he says. "I want my first time to be with you. Let me just stick it in once, just to see what it feels like and say it counts."

I scoff at the weird request, but I like hearing it. Have I ever been with such an appreciative man? "Get on your back," I command.

I straddle the virgin, his massive unit pressing against my crack. "I can't. One pump still counts. My body count is already higher than I'd like. It's important to me, even if I'm the only one who knows. Religious reasons."

"Okay..."

This is not a topic I bring up with other men. Credit to Matt. "Also, I have to have a tight pussy so my lucky husband believes I have a low body count. Don't laugh, but your size works against you here. I only sleep with smaller guys. Your dick probably won't even fit, and if it does, it'll stretch me out a lot." Matt laughs, having fun. I lift his cock, point it up at my pussy. "I've never had one close to this big. I have to pass the two-finger test when I get married—tight with two fingers or I'm a slut." I place two fingers beside his shaft to show the difference. "See? You'll ruin me."

"That's hot," Matt says.

"I know. It kind of is." I laugh too.

Matt cups my heavy, hanging breasts. "I don't suppose you do butt stuff?"

"I do, sometimes," I surprise myself by admitting. "But you fed me Mexican food tonight, so you're not getting anal either." We both laugh. I sigh. "I have an idea. I can meet you in the middle. You'll love it, and it'll definitely help me when I masturbate later thinking about you."

Matt's face lights up. I give a sly grin, cock up my right leg, angle the tip to my open crotch. I wiggle it, feeling my crease part and dampen the head. "If I let you play just-the-tip, can I trust you not to cram in it? And when you come, don't be near my pussy. You can come all over my face if you want."

"Hell yes!"

"Well then... I've been told I look great in doggie."

I slide off, move to the foot of the bed. He stands behind me. My large heifer tits dangle and sag, nipples nearly brushing the mattress. Stretch marks and connective tissue show more from behind, but I feel uninhibited and sexy with Matt. I grin and look back. Matt's gut hangs partially over his genitals, his erection pointing down at an angle. I drop to my elbows, spread my knees wider, arch my butt to angle my pussy upward. My breasts sag into the mattress. I feel alive, like a shameless porn star instead of the good Indian girl saving herself. The room smells like sex with his sweaty musk and my wet pheromones. My heart hammers, clit throbbing.

A large drop of precome oozes as he strokes. I wag my butt playfully as he brings his cock to me, slowing as the tip presses against my entrance. "Hold here," I command. I inch back until the head splays my wet lips. I press harder, and the thick crown won't penetrate, just indents my outer labia against a hole too tight to take it.

I was hoping he'd just slide in and make the decision for me, but no. There's a price my body has to pay before I can enjoy big black cock in my virgin pussy.

Matt moans as I grind harmlessly against the head. He pulls back, strokes a few times, then I push again when he repositions. We repeat it a few times, then I push harder. The skin around my opening stretches. The tip breaks the plane.

"Careful there, girl. That's all you," Matt chuckles.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen. Your dick is too big, bro," I laugh.

"I have lube," he offers.

"Really?" I glance back, surprised. "Well, get it. If I'm doing just-the-tip, we have to get the tip in."

The bottle is half empty, probably for masturbation. He squirts gel onto the head, spreads it down.

"That's enough, only the tip," I say playfully. "Don't you dare go balls-deep. Lube me inside with your finger first."

"Okay, it's a little cold, sorry," he says.

I barely have time to react as two pudgy fingers wiggle between my slit, find my opening, and push inside. "Oof. Whew!" I mutter, hiding my grimace as my pussy stretches. The walls close tight around the thickest thing ever inside me, and it hurts! I instinctively scoot forward, round my back, but his hand follows, and his second knuckles pass through. "Did you put in two fingers?!" I whine.

"Yeah, is that okay?" Matt says like it's no big deal. He doesn't know how big a deal it is. "Damn, you are tight." He leaves them inside, my muscles fluttering, adapting.

I'm annoyed, but the fingers are in, damage already done. And they feel pretty good now that the shock has passed. I hate that I like the added fullness. I want to scream at him to take them out, that he's stretching the one thing I swore no one would tear before my wedding night. "Told you I was. Careful, please." I relax. "Leave them in, let me get used to it." I arch my back again, rock back to chase the stretch.

Core virginity-preserving rule violated:

Matt rocks them in and out, slowly fucking my virgin pussy with two fat fingers. My sopping hole is coated with more lube. Hisses of air, squishy sounds, two fingers are noisier than one. It feels better each time, and I have a weird surge of pride at trying something forbidden. I can't help moaning. I look forward, move my hand from his hip to the bed. His thumb finds my clit—clumsy but effective. The pressure and tension ease as I adjust to my widest insertion.

Matt pulls out, reinserts a few times, testing me. I don't object as his fingers become more than lube delivery. They twist, slowly opening me at different angles, knobby knuckles stretching different walls. "Whoah, easy," I groan as he presses toward my anus, attacking delicate tissues. He circles my hole, loosening me for a cock I won't let in anyway. It's working—my pussy burns a little again from the stretch. "Okay, enough," I say. The fingers slide out.

Cool air rushes in. The lips hang apart. I feel… loose. Dangerously ready. Open in a way I never allowed. My pussy flutters, aching and empty. A cold spike of panic cuts through the lust.

I let him put two fingers inside me. Two. I never allow that even with my own. I know if my thick hymen truly tears, it will hurt a lot more. But I probably damaged it and am at least partially deflowered. If I'm bleeding, he doesn't say. All I have is a dull ache and the humiliation of being wetter than I've ever been.

Matt lines up again.

The tip pushes in easily. If I'm not careful, the whole head will follow. "Okay wow, the tip is definitely in," I stammer. It's so fucking hot. I love feeling him inside me a little. I rarely trust a man enough to tease like this. "Don't penetrate. Let me move."

"Okay. God, you're so fucking sexy right now."

"Thanks." I chuckle. We set up a slow rock with the tip. I circle my hips, he nudges gently thinking I won't notice. Each movement eases more of the head inside as my muscles relax.

Matt pulls out a couple times, jerks as he nears the edge, then repositions as instructed. A few more of these and he will come all over my back. But now I don't want him to finish. I'm so close to what I really want.

I should stop. I should pull away before...

He leans over me, belly warm across my lower back, lips at my ear. His weight pushes his cock deeper, my pussy burning in protest. “Move for me, baby,” he whispers. “Show me how much of my big black dick your little Indian pussy can take.” He lifts a breast, pinches the nipple, exactly what I like when I'm close.

The filthy words from the male virgin spur me. "I said just the tip," I groan.

"Sure, baby," Matt teases.

I scoff, roll my eyes, and push back as he nudges forward. It's enough. I yelp as the crown pops into my narrow channel. My thighs quiver at the sudden fullness. Cellulite flares as muscles fire. I freeze.

Holy shit. It's going in.

"Good girl," Matt chuckles. "It's in you now. You good?"

"Yeah." It feels amazing. My tissues stretch, muscles pried open to a dull ache. The tearing I feared doesn't come.

"That pussy feels so good. Take your time and work it deeper for me."

"I said just the tip," I laugh nervously. "Don't go more." I'm cocky now. Taking just the head is a victory. It's risky, but I feel no shame. I think of my chastity vow, thrill at flaunting it, my maidenhead threatened by each wag of my hips against big black cock.

I move forward until the crown slips out, then push back again. I go further, careful and alert for pain, and a half inch past the head slides in!

My opening stretches more as he sinks deeper. Discomfort now, but no sharp pain. "That's huge. You're thicker behind the head," I say. "This is my limit. Let me stay here and get used to you."

"Sure, baby. That feels great. You're going to make me come soon."

"Make sure you pull out," I say, realizing I should have asked for a condom. But that would mean consenting to sex, and this is still just a tease… right?

I circle my hips, holding the head inside, then push at the end, testing. Gradually the circles tighten to front-to-back motion. I love feeling the crown of the head sliding through the grip of my pussy muscles, in me. In me! Slowly I ease in more shaft past the head, grinding away the tension to a dull ache, trying to get over the hump.

It's too deep. What am I doing?

His hands find my hips, cock lodged far enough he doesn't need to hold it. He's moving into me also, but respectful, not forcing. "We're fucking now, baby," he coos. "Don't be scared. It's not going to hurt you. I'm just breaking it in."

"What happened to just the tip?" I ask. He chuckles. I move forward, and the head plops out with a deep, suction sound. I shake my butt playfully, an addict that's been given her first hit. He chuckles and guides it back.

I push back firmly. The thicker part behind the head dilates my entrance. A low burn, deliberate stretch. My virginity's last gasp. I'm almost there.

Whap!

Matt slaps my ass. The jolt lights up my submissive pleasure centers, masking the ache in my pussy.

"Ow!" I object.

He laughs. "Push, girl. It will fit now. Enjoy what you've earned."

I obey.

I grip hard, contract fully on the front third of his cock, then relax everything and push back as Matt drives in.

It finally happens.

My hymen, softened and slowly stretched thin by the long tease and those thick fingers, creases back with only the tiniest tear, a dull sting I barely feel through the haze of arousal. The thickest part of his shaft slides through.

"Yes, good girl," Matt coaches.

"Uhhhh!" I groan as impaling thickness fills me. Inch after inch disappears after my defenses fall. My walls spread wide along the channel as he goes deeper. My greedy pussy is wet and ready, barrier gone. The spreading fullness reaches my core, leaving a deliciously stuffed, tingling feeling. I fucking love it. His hips nudge my flanks as he stops at the end of his range, signaling I'm fully penetrated.

I go limp, conquered. My arms collapse, head falls to the mattress. But Matt holds my hips with strong grip, not letting go.

Seconds pass. Neither moves. "It's too big," I whine, voice muffled. But I know that's not true. It fits perfectly. It will just ruin me for everyone else.

The pressure against my walls, the incredible stretch, the deep fullness—it's all new and wonderful. I feel every contour, every pulse of his heartbeat in the massive unit. Somewhere deep down I know it hurts, that he popped my cherry, but it barely registers. I love how he feels inside me.

I'm scootched forward from his thrust. As he pulls back, my tightness clings, my hips follow. I rise to my elbows as he slides out. I can't believe how long he is, it goes on and on, then swells behind the head at my opening, then crown. Just the tip stays in, but the seal breaks with a lewd slurp, and air seeps into my widened canal.

"Uhhh!" I groan as he drives back in to the hilt. I'm broken in now, deflowered. The way is clear.

Phfffft!

A filthy queef rips free as he bottoms out, my tight pussy spitting air around him.

I jostle with his bulk bumping my hips as he crams in every inch. My core spasms, his big black cock hitting deep at my limit at the end of his range, a perfect fit. Pleasure centers light up everywhere.

I’m his now. We move as one with his rhythm claiming me. In. Out. Relentless.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

His thrusts are controlled, perfect pace and depth. His grip is strong on my hips. I'm still passive and overwhelmed, but he takes care of me, driving with great control for a virgin himself.

Matt is uncircumcised. Even huge, his unit glides under the foreskin, sparing my torn tissues from abrasion. A natural coupling that is working out very well for me.

I regain control of the muscles inside first. I tune everything out except awareness of his penis. I grip him, milking, fluttering around him. First random, then in sync with his thrusts trying to massage him really well behind the head. The contractions give me power back, heighten my own pleasure. It seems to be working.

"Holy shit, that's good pussy," Matt mutters.

I'm back on my elbows, pushing back now to meet his thrusts, my whole body engaged. He slaps my ass again. I feel deliciously submissive and love it.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

Matt is power-fucking me. I can't believe how fast I've gone from timid virgin to getting plowed by a black guy. My athletic, perfect ass ripples with cellulite as his weight compresses my buttocks. My sagging breasts flop like crazy even with the nipples and most of the breast mass in the mattress.

I look over my shoulder, see the lust in his eyes, and yell out something I never thought I would ever say. It just slips out in the moment.

"Fuck me, n..!"

I stop just in time. I've never used the word in my entire life. My eyes go wide with shock as I look at him.

But Matt loves it. "Yeah, say it, don't hold back, girl." Then his face contorts, I feel his grip dig into my flesh at my hips, and his eyes go wide. "Shit, coming!" he gasps.

My muscles are so tightly sealed to his thick cock, I can feel the pulsing, the energy of his release.

The first spurt bathes the back of my pussy. Horror hits as the semen triggers a hormonal spasm at my cervix, my body telling me this is what it needs.

He's coming inside me! No!

A stranger is breeding me like trash, defiling my most sacred space.

I should make him pull out. But I don't want him to. My body betrays me, spasming, milking every drop like it's what I'm made for. Matt's orgasm is huge. He holds deep, pulsing, rocketing spurt after spurt. Then shorter thrusts, pulling back a little more each time to paint my walls. His final pumps use just the front of my vagina, emptying what's left, all of it safely deposited in my pussy.

I was too worried about the deflowering and should have focused on how he finishes. "I said pull out," I groan.

"Sorry… fuck," he groans, still twitching inside me. "I tried, I swear, but your pussy felt too perfect. I lost it."

He slows. His grip slackens. I slide off his cock with a sticky pop sound in shame and exhaustion.

I hide my face in the mattress, thighs still trembling and filled with his seed, determined not to cry. It felt so good, I loved every second. But I broke the seal. I'm an unmarriageable Indian. I'm ruined.