Ramya: Mark's amazing penis

"You should get Mark to do the honors," Claire says on flight back, showing me he's still on the dating app we use. "He's a total player and up for a casual hookup. He knows what he's doing. You'll have a great time."

Yes, that Mark, the one that fucked Claire ages ago. "Doesn't he have a big dick?"

"For sure. But the head is smaller, so he slides in easy. And he's uncircumcised, so the strokes are really smooth. It's feels wonderful once you get used to his size. My favorite penis of all the ones I've had." I shake my head and laugh, then she adds, "It might hurt a little more at first, but trust me, it's worth it. Then you'll be opened completely for the next guy."

A expected, Tanner finally fucks Claire on their next date after we return and makes her his girlfriend. They become exclusive, and Claire misses out on my promise to let her deflower me with her dildo.

A few days later, I'm spread-eagled naked on Mark's comfortable bed inside his bachelor pad. He just ate my pussy surprisingly well, and I'm ready to go.

This is it. Time to finally lose my virginity.

Mark slide his boxers down as he stands next to the bed. My breath catches. I sort of felt him while we were kissing, and Claire warned me, but it's still a surprise.

It's huge!

I scoff at the knowing grin on his face. He's used to this reaction. "Lie back," I command him.

Mark is very thick even half hard. I take him into my mouth and wheeze for breath as I bob up and down, and he hardens in seconds.

I let Mark's massive unit plop out and glance at his expensive white sheets. I'm about to bleed all over them. I wish for a second I'd used a dildo to pop my cherry so this would be easier. But the old-fashioned me won out. If I'm not going to bleed on my wedding night, I will still bleed with a man. Mark and his big penis are at the right place at the right time.

I straddle him eagerly and rest my wet slit along the underside of his unit. I reach for the bedside table, and that's when it hits me: I'm not at my place where I normally host. I decided at the last second to go to his place since Claire lives near me. I didn't want him to guess I might know her and make it weird. And stupid me didn't bring the condoms.

Fuck.

"Do you... have protection?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"It's okay, I'll pull out."

Of course you will.

"Mark, I don't know. I've had some close calls. You sure you want to go there?"

He cups my breasts, staring in amazement at the saggers hanging down over my toned stomach. Stretch marks showing, swollen nipples pointing down at him. "I love these big tits," he muses.

Points for that. The shorter man has now praised my height and my breasts.

"I have to marry an Indian," I say, noting that he doesn't seem the least bit surprised. "I can't risk getting pregnant. Sorry, I should have brought condoms."

"Come on, baby, slide down my cock," he begs. "You're tight. I could tell when I had my tongue in you. I want to see what you feel like for a few strokes, then we can pull off and finish another way if you're worried still."

I grin and reach under, guiding the head of his cock to my lips. "I've never had one this big," I confess. "I'm curious too. But I might make you come suddenly."

"I have control, you're safe. Take my cock, baby, I got you," he reassures.

I roll my eyes, adjust the head slightly to part my wet lips, and sink my haunches carefully to feel him out. Although the fat injections to thicken his shaft didn't make the head larger, it's still pretty big. The tip enters me. I sink more weight and gasp as a burning pressure builds. My inner muscles flutter and spasm as the crown tries to squeeze into my tightness.

Mark's hands slide down to my hips, and he pushes his dick up into me as he gently tugs me down onto him. I'm going to be split open and impaled. Pain flares as I begin to open and render. I'm not sure if the head is all the way in, but my hole is dilating for sure. I sense his jump in size as either the crown of the head or the thicker shaft behind it tries to push in, demanding entry that my body isn't quite ready to grant. I try to keep a normal face as I involuntary whimper from my throat. "Too big," I breathe.

"You got this, baby, work it in that tight pussy," he says.

I shake my head no, lift off with a pop, breathing hard. “No. Not without protection. And lots of lube,” I add with a chuckle.

Mark groans in frustration but doesn’t push. I slide down his body and take his throbbing cock back into my mouth instead.

Minutes later, I'm lying next to him with his semen fresh on my breath. My pussy tingles and throbs with frustrated, empty need, and I don't feel any lingering pain from my attempt. Mark didn't pop me.

"I really want to fuck you," he says, stroking my hair and peppering me with short kisses.

"I know," I say. "Come to my place next week and I'll let you. If we use a condom, I won't stress, and I can really take my time."

Then he surprises me and asks, "Are you really engaged?"

I give him a blank stare, then I remember I told him I'm marrying an Indian and can't get pregnant. Not exactly the truth since no Indian has asked.

I shake my head no. "An arranged thing. You're my guilty pleasure. I want your big dick in me first."

He grins and nods, and we set a date for next week.