Ramya: birthday virginity surrender (missionary)

Tanner returns a moment later, smiling confidently as he rolls a condom down his slim cock right in front of me! His gaze shifts from my eyes down to my hungry, glistening pussy. The sight sends a fresh gush of wetness through me.

He’s going to fuck me.

My heart races. “Tanner, I don't know..." I say softly, my voice a little unsteady. "Cool of you to offer protection, though.”

He smiles, warm and genuine. “I want to keep you safe, Ramya. Spread your legs again for me,” he says softly.

I do it reflexively, my long legs parting wider as he kneels on the plush carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. But my hand drifts down to cover my pussy as the familiar **** surges back.

He moves up my body, kissing a trail over my stretch-marked breasts and sucking one heavy nipple into his mouth until I moan again. The head of his cock bumps impatiently against the back of my hand. Goose flesh flares up on my side as he kisses my neck.

“Ramya,” he murmurs against my ear, voice strained with need. “I want you so badly. But only if you want it too.”

“I want you too, Tanner, but…” I hesitate, my heart pounding. The ache between my legs is almost unbearable now.

“I’m still virgin in there,” I say. I smile softly and nod as he pulls back to meet my eyes. “It’s cultural. That last piece of me I was saving for my husband.”

Tanner’s eyes darken instantly, a flash of raw hunger breaking through his usual stoic control. I can feel the sudden tension in his body, the way his breathing deepens, and the way his sheathed cock twitches hard against my thigh. He's dying to fuck me now. He really, really wants to be my first.

A quiet thrill runs through me as he’s clearly turned on by it. Some men mock or judge me for the cultural thing, especially since I love to suck dick. Not him.

He asks gently, “Have you been penetrated yet? Do you use a vibrator or anything with girth?”

“No,” I whisper. “I'm sealed up tight. Nothing bigger than one finger.”

He brushes a strand of hair from my face. “My cock isn’t too thick, Ramya. Perfect for your first time actually. I won’t hurt you. I’ll go slow, I’ll be respectful, and I promise it will feel real good.”

The reassurance settles over me like a warm blanket. At least Tanner won’t stretch my pussy much. Less impact on my tightness… at least he won’t leave me loose for my future Indian husband. And I won't get pregnant. The thought makes the decision feel a little safer, a little hotter. “Slow is good,” I say softly. But my hand still guards my pussy.

“You’re ready for this, Ramya…” he says softly, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that makes my stomach flip. “Be honest, you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

The words send a fresh rush of heat between my legs and make me tremble. I bite my lip hard, trying to hold on to the last thread of resistance. I should stop this right now. I can still say no and walk away a virgin and find a husband.

But my body won’t listen.

Tanner watches me, reading every shiver, every shallow breath. He knows. A quiet, satisfied look crosses his face.

“Grab my cock, baby,” he says, voice low and firm. “Guide it into your pussy.”

The lewd command, the sheer masculine authority in his voice, has undone me completely. I am powerless to resist it.

Even as my mind screams at me to stop, my trembling hand slides aside. I wrap my fingers around his slim, hard length just behind the head and draw him closer. It's so incredibly hot that he's making me beg for my own virgin-fuck. I’m going to stop this, I think again, right up until I feel the blunt head press against my slick lips. The crease parts. My inner folds slide wetly over him. The tip slips into my dripping entrance.

A helpless moan escapes me as his cock slides through my grip and begins to penetrate. Tanner is slow, steady, and controlled. Inch by careful inch, his cock slides deeper into my super-tight virgin channel. A heavy, relentless pressure builds. It feels like something deep inside has to give way, a burning fullness that makes me gasp and tense.

He sinks all the way in on that first slow push until his hips meet mine and I feel the warm weight of his balls pressing firmly against my perineum. The soft scrotum against my skin tells me I have taken every inch of him. My heavy breasts sway and brush against his chest with the movement. Full penetration. Something inside me quietly shifts. I am no longer a virgin.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, holding still, his eyes locked on mine with perfect, steady eye contact. God, he is so handsome.

“It hurts a little,” I admit. “But… keep going. Slowly.”

He begins to move—long, careful withdrawals followed by deep slides back in, kissing me with just the right amount of heat and tongue, never enough to distract from the new sensations below. “God, you are so tight,” he groans. “Your pussy feels fucking amazing around me.”

The pressure keeps building, that tight ache that something still needs to break. My large, sagging breasts jostle heavily with each thrust, the soft weight pressing and dragging against his firm chest. As his pace increases I start to hear the rhythmic slap of his balls against me, the soft skin meeting my perineum again and again. The bed begins to squeak and move.

Then about a minute in something finally gives.

A sharp, stinging tear rips through me. “Ahh—!” I cry out, my body jerking.

Tanner freezes. “Ramya? Are you alright?”

I grimace, then laugh breathlessly through the sting. “Yeah… my cherry just popped.”

His eyes widen with worry even as his cock throbs with the triumph of leaving his mark like this, changing me forever. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I say quickly. The sharp pain is already fading, replaced by a warm, tingling pleasure. “It’s already feeling better. Don’t stop… please.”

He kisses me again, deep, focused, perfect, and starts moving once more, still gentle but with growing confidence. The discomfort melts away, replaced by deep, sliding fullness. My hips rise to meet him more eagerly. My large breasts bounce with every thrust, nipples hard and sensitive.

I was expecting to feel guilt with the snap of my hymen. But that's not it at all. I feel... free. Unburdened. Alive. Ready to enjoy the full potential of my amazing, fit body I've worked on so hard.

“God, Tanner…” I moan as the pleasure builds, my voice thick with surprise and lust. “Your cock feels so huge inside me. It’s stretching me so much… so good.”

Even though we both know he isn’t huge, the words are true right now, because I’m so tight, he feels enormous, and the extra friction and grip I’m giving him is clearly driving him wild. He groans deeper, hips snapping a little harder.

Sex is much noisier than I thought it would be. My moans grow louder as the heat coils tighter. Soon pleasure overrides everything. Tanner’s thrusts alternate in depth, keeping me guessing, with one hard push every few strokes that sends sparks through my core and makes his balls smack against my upturned ass. He shifts his weight forward as I get close, perfectly aligning my clit for friction and his grind at the end of the deep pushes. His cock is modest in size, but he is an expert at using it.

He wants me to come more than anything. He reads my body perfectly, dialing in exactly what I need. He grins down at me as he pushes me over the edge.

I come with a long, shuddering cry, my tight pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock.

As the orgasm washes through me and the waves settle, I turn my attention to this wonderful, generous man. I squeeze my inner muscles harder, gripping and milking his length with every stroke. “Can you feel that?” I breathe between kisses. “Is there anything I can do to make it better for you?”

Tanner chuckles softly, eyes still locked on mine, voice rough with pleasure. “No… you’re perfect.”

I keep working him—squeezing, milking, meeting every thrust—until his breathing turns ragged. “Pull out,” I whisper urgently. “Just to be safe. Come anywhere you want.”

He groans, pulls out, yanks the condom off in one smooth motion and shifts closer. I lift my head off the pillow, tongue outstretched, ready to take the load wherever he wants to put it.

He pumps himself twice, and cum erupts out, the first spurt striking next to my nose and dripping to the corner of my mouth. The second volley lands right on target and paints the back of my mouth and my tongue. The third angles left and lands hot across my breast.

Even after I already made him come once tonight, his pressure is still impressive. Marine stamina, I think with a dazed smile as I inhale his potent, masculine scent.

He's closer now, and the head of his cock rests on my waiting tongue. A brief pause, then he pulses again, flooding my mouth with warm, thick cum in shorter spurts. I happily swallow, wheezing for breath, then I replace his hand with mine and milk out the remainder of his copious load. I swallow greedily, then pull in some of the load he put in my cheek and swallow again.

He grins down at me, looking happy and thoroughly spent. “You said to come anywhere.”

I smile back, cum drying on my cheek and breast. “I like your taste, Tanner. It’s my pleasure.”

My final act has moved him, and he leans down and kisses me deeply, tongue sliding against mine, tasting himself on me just like after my blow job earlier. He leaves the single drying dollop of cum on my cheek, a deliberate, possessive mark.

As we lie there catching our breath on the rug in front of the window, I glance down and see faint smudges of my virgin blood on the base of his shaft and his balls — proof that my value on the Indian arranged marriage market has just plummeted.

And it was so worth it.