Ramya: Two Virgins on the Mat

Claire has caught me completely off guard. This is not something I would ever suggest or even want… but seeing the mats, the lighting, the giant black dildo lying there like a trophy, and the confident fire in her eyes... I’m genuinely impressed.

My mentorship created this. I turned sweet, shy Claire into this bold little monster, and now I have to put her back in her place.

The thought sends a shameful throb through my pussy. My nipples stiffen against the bikini top, clearly visible.

The giant black dildo is between us on the mat, a prize to be used to claim the loser's cherry. I've been dying to fuck her with it ever since she showed it to me. But I have way more to lose than Claire, and she has no idea.

I should easily win. I started training months before her, I'm taller and stronger, and I defeat her most of the times we roll in training.

But as I look at her now across the mat, Claire’s eyes are steady. She’s not avoiding my gaze like she used to. There’s a quiet fire there, and she’s ready to fight for this.

I feel a flicker of fear and doubt in my chest. I agreed to the stakes. If she wins, I’ll spread my legs and take the dildo. Honor demands it.

I can only shed virgin blood once. If I bleed for Claire, my value on the Indian arranged marriage market will plummet. I’ll be the girl who couldn’t keep herself pure, the one whispered about instead of chosen.

I’ve been so careful to protect my hymen. I’ve never allowed more than one finger inside my pussy. I do kegels every day, **** for my future husband to feel how tight and untouched I am when he finally takes me. But that huge black dildo is thicker than any cock I’ve ever sucked. When Claire forces it into me, the pain is going to be unbearable. It will tear through my thick hymen and stretch me so wide and deep that I’ll be permanently looser and ruined for any traditional husband.

And worst of all… when I bleed all over that massive toy, Claire will finally discover my secret. The confident mentor who spent weeks teasing her about losing her virginity still has hers.

I swallow the nerves. She doesn’t need to see them.

I smirk instead. “You look different tonight, Claire. Almost like you think you can win.”

She just smiles, calm and confident.

Fuck. Maybe she can.

Tonight I don’t feel like the mentor. I feel like prey.

Claire briefly goes over the rules. "I think I've seen those pornos. Whatever, I get it," I say.

"Except this is sub-only," Claire repeats. "One other rule for us, one finger only is allowed in your opponent's pussy until a winner is declared. You don't get to deflower me without submitting me first."

"Okay, sure," I agree. Claire is protecting my own intact hymen and has no idea. "Tonight you bleed for me, Claire."

Claire grins. "Game on, then."

I absolutely cannot allow Claire's giant dildo anywhere near my pussy: