Previous Part: Innocent Raveena Tricked – Part 2
Samuel looked at me with hunger and mischief. I lay completely exposed. I just sucked his dick, swallowed his cum, and it is still in my throat now. He is asking for something more. I got scared and asked, “What is it, Samuel? I have done many things for you tonight. What else do you want?”
He smiled softly and kept his hands near my mouth and said, “Oh baby, nothing to get scared, it’s called Rimming, like the way you licked my dick, now you will lick my ass. It is common for couples to show their love”
My eyes widened in horror, and I said, “What Lick … lick your ass? Samuel, that’s disgusting! No, I can’t do it, please understand. His hands were still on my lips and circling them with his dick in front of my face.
“Hey Raveena,” his voice is low, “You came this far for me, remember, even you hesitated to suck my dick, but at the end you loved it and even drank my cum, this is the same way how you sucked my dick, you’re going to lick my ass, that’s it. It’s all about pleasure, you came all the way to show me your love, don’t back out now, Raveena, try it, a little lick”
Tears pricked at my eyes. I felt trapped. I travelled all this way, lied to my parents, to be with him. If I said no, will he get angry, stop loving me? I said, “But it’s embarrassing, what if I don’t like it?”
“Don’t worry, you will like it.” Leaning down, he kissed my forehead, then my lips “Trust me, get on your knees behind me, I will guide you if you hate it, we stop”
Reluctantly, I nodded. He went on his knees, spreading his legs slightly. I knelt behind him, my hands shaking as I placed them on his thighs. “Come on, start slow, baby, kiss my cheeks first, then use your tongue, lick it like an ice cream.” I leaned forward and tentatively kissed one cheek before moving on to the other.
He had soft, warm skin. I carefully open them with my hands, revealing his tight hole. It appeared so taboo and vulnerable. I quickly licked the rim with my tongue. His body stiffened as he let out a loud moan. “Yes, Raveena, fuck Deeper More.”
Mixed with his natural scent, the taste was salty and slightly bitter, but not as awful as I had anticipated. I licked again, circling the rim with the tip of my tongue, encouraged by his response.
He encouraged me by pushing back against my face. “My little virgin, that’s it. Put your tongue inside. Like a good girl, I have been waiting for this for years. Please tongue-fuck my ass.” His words made me cringe, but they also sent a thrill through me.
I pressed my tongue flatter, probing gently into the tight ring. It gave way slightly, and I swirled inside, tasting him deeper. Saliva dripped down, making everything slick. His moans grew louder, his hand reaching back to fist my hair, holding me in place.
“Oh god, you’re awesome. Keep going, baby. This is what lovers do, keep your nose there and smell it”
He made me rim for 10 minutes, and my jaw started aching again. But the way he tricked and praised made me push on. He took his phone and clicked pics when I was rimming him. Finally, he pulled away, flipping over with his cock now rock-hard, veins bulging, precum leaking.
“Enough,” he growled, eyes wild. “You did so well. Now it’s time for me to fuck you, Raveena. Take that virginity as you promised.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hips, positioning me on my back. “Samuel, wait, I’m scared. It’s my first time. Be gentle?” I begged, but he was already rubbing the thick head against my soaked entrance.
“I’ll try, baby, but you’re so tight and wet it’s going to feel incredible.” He pushed in slowly at first, the head stretching me painfully. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. “It hurts! Oh god, it’s too big! At least please use a condom”
“Shh, relax, it’s your virginity I am waiting for years, and I will do it skin to skin,” he soothed, but his hips thrust forward, burying half his length in one go. The pain was sharp, like tearing, but mixed with a fullness I’d never imagined. Blood trickled slightly—I was no longer a virgin.
He paused, smiled and kissed me. He spits on my pussy and says, “There, it’s in. My cock is owning your Telugu pussy now.” He started moving, slow strokes building to a rhythm. Each thrust stretched me wider, the pain fading into pleasure as he hit spots deep inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight, this is what I love about virgins. Squeeze me, baby.” I moaned involuntarily, my hips bucking up to meet him. His hands pinned my wrists above my head, dominating me completely. Deeper he went, pounding now, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Take it all, Raveena. This is what you were made for, my black cock ruining your innocent hole.” Sweat dripped from his brow onto my breasts as he fucked me harder, the bed creaking. I cum first, unexpectedly, my pussy clenching around his dick in waves of ecstasy. “Samuel! Oh yes, I’m cumming!”
He smiled victoriously. “Good girl. Now my turn.” A few more brutal thrusts, and he buried deep, flooding me with hot cum. I felt every pulse, his seed filling me up. He collapsed on top, both of us panting.
But he wasn’t done. After a brief rest, his cock stirred inside me again. “Round two, baby. I want to fuck you for a full 25 minutes this time, make you scream until you can’t take it.”
“Samuel, please, no I… I’m sore,” I protested weakly, but he rolled us over so I was on top, impaling me deeper. “Ride me, Raveena. Show me how much you love it.”
His hands guided my hips as I began to bounce, and he shot more pictures. My clit was exactly touched by the angle, quickly creating another orgasm. He thrust up to meet me, relentless. Minutes ticked by 5, 10, 15, and his stamina was endless.
He flipped me to doggy style, slamming into me from behind, one hand rubbing my clit, the other spanking my ass lightly. “You’re mine now. Cum again for me.”
I did, multiple times, my body shaking, screams echoing in the room. By 20 minutes, exhaustion hit; my limbs trembled, vision blurring from the intensity. I said, “Sam, please stop, I cannot.” He didn’t stop, pounding faster, chasing his second release. “Almost there, hold on, slut.”
He yelled, cumming deep inside once more at the twenty-five-minute mark. One final time, the overwhelming combination of pleasure and pain sent me over the edge, causing a huge orgasm that caused my entire body to tremble. Behind my eyes, stars burst, and then nothing.
I was so exhausted from the marathon fucking that I passed out, lying in his arms. Samuel was holding me tenderly and grinning contentedly when I awoke 10 minutes later. At the 25-minute mark, he roared, cumming deep inside again. The overwhelming pleasure-pain mix pushed me over the edge one last time.
A massive orgasm that made my whole body convulse. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and then nothing. I passed out, lying in his arms, utterly spent from the marathon fucking.
When I woke up after 10 minutes, Samuel was holding me gently, a satisfied smile on his face. “My perfect girl. You took it all. Thanks for keeping your virginity all these years to give it to me”
The next day, Samuel gave me some pills to avoid becoming pregnant because he didn’t use a condom. “Take them both right now, baby,” in a nonchalant, almost bored tone while he browsed Instagram. ”
I didn’t pull out either time. I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry. When he said that, he hadn’t even raised his head. I reached over and placed the tablets in my palm.
He dropped me off at the bus, squeezed my ass, and took my panties from my bag. He said, “Let me keep this as my treasure. I already miss that pussy. Come back soon.” I didn’t say anything and went inside. As the bus started, the memories crashed over me in waves.
The first DMs he sent that made my heart race at 2 a.m. The late-night voice notes where he called me “baby” and said I was the only one who really understood him. All those years building him up in my head as the confident, worldly guy who chose me, the shy girl from Hyderabad.
I’d replayed every sweet message, every “I miss you,” convincing myself it was love. Real love. The kind that waited. And in forty-eight hours, he’d shredded it.
He’d turned me into someone I didn’t recognise. On my knees, making me drink his cum, tongue in places I’d never imagined.
I was begging for more while he laughed and called me his “dirty little virgin.” He’d fucked me raw, twice, filled me until it dripped down my thighs, then handed me pills like an afterthought. Every “good girl” had been on a leash. Every orgasm he ripped from me was just another knot tying me tighter to him.
Tears came fast. I pressed my dupatta to my mouth so no one would hear the sobs. I loved this monster. The realisation tasted like acid. I’d loved a fantasy, and he used it to ruin me in two days, body, mind, everything.
The soreness between my legs wasn’t just physical; it was proof I allowed him to change who I was.
Enough.
My fingers shook as I pulled out my phone. Opened WhatsApp. His chat was still pinned at the top, his last message glowing: “Dream of me tonight.” I stared at it for one long breath, then hit Block. The little confirmation popped up: “You blocked Samuel.”
He didn’t deserve an explanation or a dramatic goodbye. I deleted the chat. Cleared the call history. Deleted the secret folder with the photos, which I kept like a fool. Then I turned the phone off completely and shoved it into the bottom of my bag.
I ended that chapter in my life. Fast forward a couple of years, and I married someone whom my parents had chosen from my community. I was blessed with a baby.