2 comments/ 31172 views/ 10 favorites The Younger Girlfriend By: TheKingofNod Now I don't often think that things can't get better, but at this particular moment, that was the one thought that clearly went through my mind: Things can't get much better than this. This was me, only wearing my shirt, drilling my twenty-year-old girlfriend's bald pussy as she leaned over her desk in her sorority room. This was her roommate sitting only a foot away, recording us while fingering herself. This was my girlfriend, with her thong down around her ankles, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her black nylon socks ending just beneath her knees, heels trying to keep traction, yelling out my name with each thrust of my cock. This was how I was letting go of much pent-up tension from the past weeks where all I seemed to do was study and work and during which I had little-to-no-time to spend with my sexy girlfriend, a girl I met during another late night in the library during which I strongly considered (once again) what I was still doing in school at the age of twenty-seven. And this was me holding on to her hip with my left hand while using my right to pull her hair back, and her smiling at me as my balls slapped against her perfect ass, and her saying to me, "Come. Come inside of me. I want it, and you need it. Come inside of me." At which point I let go of her hair, grabbed her hips with both of my hands, thrust once, twice, thrice more until I came and hollered and her roommate locked the door so no one would walk in on the three of us and I just kept coming and my girlfriend kept saying, "Come, come inside of me, come—that's it: come," and I followed her orders until my knees felt weak and I slid out of her and her roommate summed it up best with, "Jesus Christ, that's a big load." I may have said, "Thank you," but I'm not sure. The only thing I knew for sure at that moment was that things couldn't get much better, and as I crawled under my girlfriend's covers on her bed, and she crawled in beside me with the happiest smile I had ever seen, I was completely OK with that being the best moment of my life. Then Looking back on it, meeting Maria might have been the luckiest moment of my life. I was studying late in the main University library on a Thursday night during my third year of professional school when I ran into her. At the time, I had just turned twenty-seven, and while all of my friends had graduated and then earned jobs, I had stayed in school, convinced that a better way to riches was more schooling. But it was all good, as Nicole, my girlfriend since the first week of college, was staying, too. Two weeks before my 27th birthday, Nicole dumped me after getting hired for a job in Florida. I told her I'd go with her. She told me, "Don't bother." And that was that. So there I was: twenty-seven and single and up to my forehead in debt, unsure if what I had been studying was even worth it anymore. I was looking for a book of articles in my subject of "expertise" in the library dedicated to that subject, but found out that it had been rented out more than a year ago and that asshole had never returned it. Wonderful. There was really only one article in that collection that I wanted to read for something that I was working on, and I found out that it was in a journal in the University's main library. I tried to avoid that place as much as possible since the undergraduates who studied there always seemed so fucking obnoxious, always talking or texting, seemingly unaware that people were actually there to do some work. I hated those little bastards. It was a conscious effort on my part to forget that I was just like them not so long ago. But on Thursday nights, all the bars downtown had great drink specials and didn't look too hard at that ID that may have been a fake. So, on those nights, the little freshmen and sophomores abandoned campus and headed toward cheap (and shitty) beer, strong Long Islands and even stronger hangovers. C'est la vie. The main library was mine. I went to where the journal was usually kept, but that part of the library had closed by the time I got there. I was just going to give up when I decided to check one more place, up in the older part of the library where not a whole lot of people ventured anymore. They stored some really old crap up there but also rented out "cages" to graduate and professional students—and a few, brave undergads—who wanted a home-away-from-home place to study. I could never have rented a "cage" based merely on its name—yet, some of students actually did, and one of my classmates—Michael—was one of them. There's not a lot to say about Michael, so I'll be brief. In my time at this university, he and I were something akin to friends, but we never hung out together, and after we finally got the hell out of that place, we never saw each other again. At that time, though, we were working on a similar project, and I figured he might have the journal I needed with him in his cage. I found the elevator in the back of a nearly deserted café that was about to close and pressed the UP button. When it opened, I got in and chose the button marked 8M. That worried me, that I was going to a floor that wasn't entirely a floor by itself, like something out of a Harry Potter book, or, much more worrisome, a movie about being stuck in John Malkovich's head. The elevator churned and coughed its way up seven-and-a-half floors before the doors opened once more. Poorly lit, 8M seemed like something out of an illiterate's nightmare: books and shadows everywhere while the only people present were from the worst area of life—academia. A sign in front of me stated that cages 100-199 were to my left and cages 200-295 were to my right. I hadn't been up there since I was a sophomore and couldn't remember where, exactly, Michael had said his cage was located—in the 100s or the 200s? I thought the latter, so I took off to the right. The poorly lit room played with me as I searched for my classmate. I thought I saw shadows moving and books hanging in the air. I felt like I had fallen back in time to when the University first opened, right after the Revolution. Students back then supposedly used candles to get around the library (which doesn't seem safe), and I thought I'd have better luck with a candle than with the shitty light. I checked my watch—almost eleven. Great. Almost another night entirely wasted. I thought I heard something behind me and spun around—to nothing. Putting my hand on my chest, I willed myself to calm down. "Just the shadows," I said to me and only me. "Calm the fuck down." And then the blonde-headed girl next to me said, "Who the hell are you talking to?" Now A small blade of sunlight hit my eyes. I reached my hand for Maria's and found it, gripped it and she gripped back. I lifted my other hand to block the sunlight, opened my eyes, saw Maria—she smiled, I smiled. A romantic moment. Except for the board at my waist with a hole cut into it through which my cock and balls lay. Maria had mentioned this before—wanting to try a cockboard to either jack me off or fuck me. I was never opposed to it, but last night, when I came into her while she was bent over her desk, was the first time I had gotten off around her. Thinking about last might, my cock stirred. Maria saw it, and laughed. "What time is it?" I asked her. "10:30." "Oh, shit." I had class at 11. "I gotta get out of here." She laughed, and a stray piece of blonde hair fell across her face. She looked beautiful. "You really have been out of it," she said, pushing back the hair. "It's Spring Break, honey." "Oh." I paused, then: "How are we still in your house? Shouldn't it be closed?" "It is closed—but I'm President-elect. We're the only ones here." I looked to my left. Maria's roommate, Carmen, was looking at us from her bed. I looked back to Maria. "Well, who's gonna tape?" she said, and laughed, and grabbed my dick. "Wait," Carmen said, and got out of bed wearing a white t-shirt that ended just above her waist—and nothing else. She, too, had a shaved pussy. "You better hurry," Maria said slowly, looking ready to do whatever she was about to do to me. I'll do my best to describe Maria and Carmen. Maria, I consider an angelic blonde. Her naturally blonde hair falls just past her shoulders. Right now, sitting in front of me, she's wearing a tight, white tank-top that shows off her perfect full breasts. Currently, she's horny—I can tell from the way her nipples are pushing against the tank-top. She has decided not to wear a bra this morning. She has very smooth skin, somewhat tanned, but not so much. She's on the shorter end of the spectrum, coming in at—I would guess—5'2". But her legs are so perfect that they seem longer, and right now, I'm running a finger up her bare legs toward her pussy—of which I've eaten out plenty by now. She's got a bit of a rump, but it looks great it in just about anything—jeans, shorts, skirts—or nothing. She often wears thongs, and right now, she's got on a little black g-string. She knows that I'm an ass man and often buries hers in my face for long periods of time and lets me go to work on her. Before last night, though, I hadn't seen her in eight weeks. But back to that in a bit. Carmen, whom I've met only once previously, is half-white, half-African-American. And almost as beautiful as Maria. Carmen's got dark brown hair and her physical appearance mirrors Maria—though her boobs aren't as big and neither is her ass. Still, both look great, and as she walks over with the camera, ready to film me and Maria again, I notice that she isn't wearing a bra either and decided against putting on underwear. My bad luck. Carmen pulled up a chair, took a seat and turned on the camera. "OK. I'm ready." Maria hasn't taken her eyes off of my semi-erect cock since she first gripped it. Now, she doesn't say a word but uses her other—left—hand and starts massaging my balls while she uses her right thumb to play with my cock head. I gasp—it feels wonderful. "What are you going to do to him?" I'm wondering that myself. "Make him come," Maria says, voice full of lust—pure lust. It couldn't be sexier. "I'm zooming in on his cock—what's that piece of plywood, Maria?" "That's called a cockboard. I got it from a girl who graduated last year," she said, still massaging and rubbing slowly. I'm now fully erect. "She cut out a hole in it and used on her boyfriends. The dick goes through the hole—as you can see—and she can either strap the guy down or let him be. Either way, he's a bit trapped at the waist, and, of course, I've got the goods in my hands." She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. "Why didn't you strap him down?" "Craig's had a tough couple of weeks. He hasn't come since I met him until last night." "What?" "He never had the time." She twisted my balls a little, causing me to sit up. "Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Jesus," Carmen muttered. "If I were you, I'd make him suffer." Eyes locked with mine, Maria said, "But I'm not you." She let up on my balls and stroked me a little faster. She spit on my cock—that was the first time a girl had done that. It was hot. "Why don't you tell Craig what you would do with him?" Carmen said, "I keep yards of string near my bed. I like to take it and wrap some around the guy's balls—tight—let him know who's in charge. I pull it, let him know that he's gotta do what I say—or he might not be coming for a long time." Carmen laughed. Maria stroked. I moaned. Carmen said, "Then, holding the string, I either make the guy eat my pussy or fuck me hard, make sure I get to come before he does. Sometimes, if the guy's pretty good, I'll make him make me come twice or three times before I decided what to do with him." She stopped talking, then: "Damn, Maria, look at the pre-cum. His cock's glistening. Aren't you gonna try some of that?" Still looking me in the eye, still stroking slowly—but somewhat faster: "Nope." "Can I, then?" "No. He's mine, Carm." "Damn." "Keep telling Craig what you'd do to him. I think he likes it." I spoke—or tried to. "I'm...I feel close." Maria said, "Not yet." Carmen said, "Well, if the guy's lucky, I let him come. Usually, I don't fuck. There's gotta be a connection there, you know? If I'm still horny, once in a while I'll suck the guy off, swallow his cum. It tastes OK, you know?" "Oh, I know." Speeding up. I said, "I'm not going to last." "Shhh." "Usually," Carmen said, "I jack the guy off, give him a good handjob. But I don't stop! After he comes, I keep going, make the guy scream and holler. Then I have to shave my pussy in his face to shut him up. I'm surprised guys keep coming back for more. You think I'd have some sort of reputation by now." "Some guys like pain," Maria said, taking away her left hand from my dick but pumping madly with her right. She tickled my balls with her left hand, gently palming them. "Do you like pain, Craig?" I couldn't think. I knew she could make things painful right then, but I couldn't think because I was about to come. "I'm about...I'm about to..." I was completely vulnerable to her. She gently rubbed my nuts. "Come," she said. "Come right now, Craig. Come for me. Come." And I did—a shot that went right into the air and hit Maria across her ample cleavage. And then another, smaller shot of cum, followed by several smaller ones, until she had drained me. From behind the camera, Carmen said, "Keep going." "No," Maria said. "I'm not going to do that to him." "Lucky fucker," Carmen said, powering down the camera. "How are you feeling?" I said, "I feel great. You're amazing, Maria." She smiled. I was starting to love that smile. Carmen looked at Maria's breasts. "Are you going to try that?" Confused, Maria looked down and saw what Carmen was talking about: my cum. She laughed. "No," and then, anticipating her next question, said, "Go ahead." Carmen got out of her chair and leaned over me. I could tell her pussy was drenched. I very much wanted to taste it. But instead I settled for watching her lick my jizz off the top of my girlfriend's breasts. "Mmmm. He tastes pretty good, Maria." Again, she laughed. It was music to my ears. "How about you, Craig—want something to eat?" I nodded and she lifted the board off of me, and the three of us went downstairs to grab some food. Then "Who the hell are you talking to?" I jumped—the girl scared me that badly. "Jesus," I said, heart beating fast. She took a step forward. "Hey," she said. "Hey, it's OK. Calm down." "You scared me." "Yeah, I got that. Just calm down, OK?" I looked at her in the poorly lit library, and immediately thought she was beautiful. She was wearing a hoodie with the name of our university across the chest, light blue jeans with "fashionable" rips in them and flip-flops. She smiled and said, "Are you OK now?" "Yeah." I coughed, cleared the lump in my throat. "Yeah, I'm OK. Sorry. I just didn't expect anyone else to be around here." "Yep, it's pretty deserted this time of the week. You're the first person I've seen in about two hours." Her comment surprised me—not that she hadn't seen anyone for two hours but that she had been here for that long. I don't mean that to sound sexist or rude, but I could tell she was younger, most definitely an undergraduate, and from personal experience, I knew that very close to all attractive female undergrads were hitting the bars at this time. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Looking for a book on Ezra Pound. The computer said it would be up here. I'm kind of lost, though—I've never been in this part of the library before." "No, I mean—I mean the library, in general. Shouldn't you be out?" She glared at me. "Don't be a dick," she said, this girl I just met. Of course, looking back on it, I had just offended her. "I go out plenty. I went out a ton last year and it wasn't all that. What the fuck's so great about having a half-dozen drunken frat boys pawing my ass in public?" "Hey, I'm sorry. I just meant—." "You said what you meant." She had me there. I put down my hands and drooped my shoulders. Here's this beautiful blonde that just appeared out of nowhere, and I had already fucked up things. "I'm sorry, OK? I'm just sorry." I turned around. "Good luck finding your book." I again began looking for Michael's cage. She didn't come after me, and that was OK. I didn't expect her to. It's not like I'm a knockout or anything. Hell, I'd put on a few pounds since things ended with Nicole when I needed to shed about ten. So—yeah: I would've been surprised as hell if the hot blonde had followed me. About ten minutes later, I finally spotted Michael at his cage. He heard me and looked up, surprised. "Hey, Craig, what're you doing here?" I told him what I was looking for you. "Do you have it?" He held up the journal. "Got it this morning. You're slacking again, bro. Nicole on your mind?" Fucking Nicole. "No. Just going at things my own pace. Mind if I borrow it? Or are you not done using it?" He tossed it to me and I caught it. "No, go for it, man. It's pretty useful." Finally—some good news. "Thanks. I should have it for you on Saturday." Waving me away, he said, "Don't bother. Just bring it to class on Monday." Then he paused, and as I was about to walk away, he said, "Hey, did you see that girl up here?" I nodded. "Blonde in a gray hoodie?" "That's the one." "Yeah, I just saw here. Scared the shit out of me. Why?" He winked at me. "She's something, man." "What do you mean?" "Well, first of all, she's hot. Secondly, got a smoking bod. You can tell even with her wearing that hoodie. And third, I hear she's some hotshot at one of the big sororities on campus. Smart, sexy and a great body—the axis of evil, my friend." "What sorority?" He shrugged. "No idea. Not my scene." "Know her name?" "Nah, we've never talked. She's got a cage near here, though." What? "She told me she's never been up to this part of the library." Again, he shrugged. "Who knows, man?" I sure as hell didn't. I lifted up the journal. "Thanks again, Michael." "Hope it's useful, man." I waved and walked away, back to the elevator. Walking, I couldn't help but think about the girl and her great smile. She was definitely beautiful. I wished I hadn't fucked up things by opening my stupid mouth before thinking, but I had, and there was nothing I could do about it now. It did bother me, though, about why she lied about being up there. I tried dropping it. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. When I got to the elevator, she was standing there with a backpack slung across one shoulder, holding the book in the other hand. She heard me coming and frowned when she saw it was me. "Get the book you were looking for?" "I did." She didn't look at me. "Is it one of his poetry? Or one about him?" That got her attention. She turned and gave a crooked smile. "It's one about him." I nodded, not knowing what else to say, and focused my attention on the approaching elevator. From the corner of my eye, I saw that she was still giving me that crooked smile. It was cute. She turned and stuck out her hand. "I'm Maria." I turned and accepted it. "Craig." I tried to let go but she hung on. "Craig, since you were such an asshole to me earlier, how about buying me a cup of coffee across the street?" I couldn't help it: I laughed. This girl, she definitely had an attitude about her. And I liked it. "Sure," I said. "That sounds nice." Now The three of us got something to eat in the sorority's kitchen and then all took showers—separately, unfortunately. For the rest of the day, the girls worked on some homework that had been assigned over break and I cruised the Internet, checking out some pop culture and sports stories that I had missed since being so pre-occupied. At night, we watched a couple of movies, and then went to bed—Carmen in her bed, Maria and I in hers, my arm wrapped around her, holding her tight, not ever wanting to let go. The Younger Girlfriend When I woke up, I couldn't see. I tried moving, but couldn't. It felt like I was...wrapped up, or something. "Maria?" Carmen said, "It's show time, Mar. He's awake." I heard Maria walking over and then felt her straddle me. "Camera ready?" "Ready when you are." "Go ahead. Let's get me telling what's up on tape." I felt Maria's warm hand on my dick. I moaned, and I got stiff. "Craig, I've wrapped you up. This is another one of my fantasies—wrapping up a guy's body—except his head and his dick, of course. But I don't want you to see. I want this to be the best fuck you've never seen. But you can watch it later. Now, for the camera, Craig's wrapped up in plastic—a lot of plastic. Craig, can you move at all?" I tried moving. "No, not really." "Good. And can you see anything?" "No, Maria, I can't." "Great. So you know, I'm completely naked. I'm going to ride you until you come inside of me. I'm going to keep riding you until I come if I haven't by the time you do, but it won't be in any way dominant, like what Carmen talked about yesterday. Sound good?" Of course it did. "Yes." "Just one other thing." I heard her move and say, "Open your mouth," and I did, and she stuck something in there, stuck it in there good. "Try talking." I did, but it was muffled. "Good," she said. "That's my pussy-juiced drenched thong that I've been wearing. You did that to me, Craig. For some reason, I like a guy who sounds muffled, and I want to try that with you." I could only nod. "OK," she said, "let's start." And then she sunk her wonderful pussy down onto my cock, so very slowly and carefully. She rose a bit, and then went back down, somewhat faster. And then again—faster still. And again—and again, faster and faster, until the bed was shaking. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, Craig. I love the feel of your balls...oh...I love the feel of your balls slapping against my ass." I moaned into her thong, picturing the scene. God, I didn't think I could last long, she was humping me so hard and fast and uncontrollably, calling out to a higher authority and then calling out to me. "I really want your hands on my tits," she said, and then moved her hands to my chest and twisted my nipples through the plastic. It burned, but felt good, and she didn't stop humping or twisting and it felt amazing, and I had to re-think my assessment about things never getting better, because here I was, at the complete mercy of a sexy angel and I was her fuck-toy, her boy-toy, whatever you want to call it, and she slammed her pussy onto my dick and her ass hit my balls, and she slammed down again, hands still twisting my nipples, not calling out names anymore but instead grunting, grunting with each slam onto my dick until she heard me cry out into her drenched thong, crying out because I was going to come inside of her. "Oh," she said, quietly, slowing, but then got back up to speed, jackhammering my cock, having her orgasm while I shot spurt after spurt into her. She moaned and said, "Ohmigod," all one word, as she kept humping me, draining every lost drop of sperm from me, until she finally stopped and collapsed against me with a deep, satisfied sigh. From my left Carmen said, "Holy shit, that was hot." I muffled my agreement. Then We rode down the elevator together in silence and I waited for her as she checked out her book from a very bored, very lonely looking male librarian. But he smiled and looked alive suddenly, and I knew that Maria had flashed him her wonderful smile. Then we walked across the street to a local coffeehouse that was mostly deserted. I ordered a coffee for me and Maria ordered something that sounded complicated, and I paid for both. We stood next to each other waiting for our drinks—well, waiting for hers, as I just filled up a cup from a dispenser. After the barista handed Maria her drink, we took a table in the back. As soon as we sat down, she said, "How old are you?" "Twenty-seven," I said, it sounding so old. "You?" "Twenty." Perfect—I'm ancient. "What year are you?" "Sophomore, but I'll graduate early. You're not a TA or anything like that, are you?" I shook my head. "No. No, I'm not. Thought about it, but went a different direction." "Cool." Sure, kid. "What do you study?" She held up the Pound book. "English. Duh." Duh, indeed. She asked me, "What do you study?" The conversation went on like this for a while, maybe forty-five minutes, but it didn't seem that long. I felt comfortable around her, maybe because she smiled so often, or maybe just because I had been lonely for a while. Honestly, that night, I didn't think about sleeping with her—I thought about being with her. But I figured that was a long shot, at best. The door opened and in walked several girls. Maria turned and looked and smiled and waved, receiving some smiles and waves in return. I thought then that my night—and my time—with Maria was going to come to an end, that she would leave with her friends. That wasn't the case, though, and she turned back to me, stared at me, smiled and giggled. Confused, I asked, "What? Did I get coffee on my face?" "No," she said, touching her hair. "You're just kind of cute, that's all." And then—goddammit—I blushed like some little kid. Turning my head so she wouldn't see, she giggled some more, because of course she fucking saw me blushing. "You're really cute." Just what every twenty-seven year old male wants to be called—cute—and I'm blushing like I'm nine again. "Thanks," I muttered. "You're cute, too." She put her hand on mine and I looked back at her. She said, "Walk me home?" She made it sound like a question, but of course it was a foregone conclusion. We got up and walked past the girls she had waved to and smiled at and walked through campus toward the part with all of the frats and sorority houses, she eventually taking my hand—my stupid, sweaty hand. I just couldn't keep it cool, and tried my hardest not to shake or shiver at her touch, but of course I failed. This girl, seven years my junior and ten times as good looking as the girl who dumped my ass, is holding my hand and thinks I'm cute. When we got to her place I walked her up to the door. She turned to me and, still holding my hand, asked another question-but-not-really-a-question, "Can I see you tomorrow?" "Sure. Of course." She smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight, Craig," she said and went in and shut the door before I could respond. So we started dating around the start of December. Things were slow at first, and I guess too slow for Maria, because one night, in my car after a date, she started rubbing my balls through my jeans. I looked at her and she said, "I'm fucking horny. Do you like eating pussy?" I had never tried it—Nicole, the prude—but once I started, I enjoyed it. I ate Maria's pussy right then and there, forgetting about my blue balls, and then again the next night, two nights after that, and so on—every time I saw her, I dug my face into that wonderful pussy. One particularly memorable time, she backed her ass up into my face, reached back and held on to my hair as I licked, nibbled and flicked until she came. Still, I had yet to come. Then Winter Break came and messed up everything. She went her way and I stayed. We kept in touch over the phone, but not much, me being so busy with school and work. When she came back, at first, she didn't tell me, and I wondered if she had dropped out. But that wasn't the case—she told me she wasn't sure she wanted to continue seeing me. "Fuck you," I said, making the decision easier for her, and walked away. I got lost in my schoolwork—many papers, many tests, many projects and way too many deadlines. Still, I thought about her. And then, right before Spring Break, I got a text from her roommate, a girl I barely knew named Carmen, telling me that I should stop by their sorority house that night, the night before Spring Break began. "Won't you guys be out?" I texted back. "No. Cum over soon. She wants to c u." Fuck, I hated texting. But I went over, and when I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. I truly missed her. She was laughing at something Carmen had said, but when she turned and saw me in the doorway, her smile vanished. "What the hell are you doing here?' Feisty as ever. Suddenly uncertain, I pointed to Carmen. "She told me you wanted to see me." Maria looked her way, but Carmen just shrugged and began fiddling with what looked like an old-time camcorder. Maria looked back at me, and despite her anger, she looked stunning, wearing a blue blouse that was unbuttoned part of the way, showing only some of her ample cleavage; a black skirt; black stockings; black heels; and I knew, from taking it off so many times, that she was probably wearing a block thong, too. I said, "Let me start over. How are you doing, Maria?" She looked away. "Like you give a damn," her face red with anger. "You don't care about me. I don't know what the hell I saw in you. You were a dick the very first time I met you." I took a step toward her. "Listen—." She spun around, pointing a finger at me, looking truly mad. "No, you fucking listen! I cared about you. I had fun with you. I just wasn't sure about things between us." "I know, but—." "Shut up! I didn't know what to do with you because of how I felt. And you didn't understand. What'd you say to me? 'Fuck you,' that's what you said to me. Well, fuck you, Craig. I'm over you. You never even had the guts to do it." "Do what?" "What you said." "What?" "You said, 'Fuck you,' but you didn't—you didn't fuck me." She turned around again, looking at something on her desk. "Just leave, Craig. I don't want you here." She pissed me off. Carmen looked at me, and then looked away, back to her camera or camcorder or whatever the hell it was. I shut their door behind me and walked up behind Maria. She turned her head but seemed to stick out her little bottom toward me. "What're you doing?" Licking my right hand, I hitched up her skirt with my left. "Fucking you," I said. When I touched her pussy, she was already wet, wanting it, knowing what would happen. She had set me up. I looked at her. She said, "Then fuck me already." I pulled down her thong with a swift yank, spread her legs and buried a finger insider of her. She moaned. I unbuckled my pants and let them drop, and then shimmied out of my boxers. "Fuck me!" she yelled. I didn't wait—I plunged into her, and almost came that moment. But I took my time. I grabbed her hips and I started pumping in and out of her as she rocked backed against me. We picked up speed. "Fuck me, Craig!" she yelled with each thrust. And then just, "Craig!" I felt my balls hitting her sweet little ass and that's when I noticed Carmen, fingering her pussy with her right hand and recording us using a camera in her left. But I didn't care. I focused on Maria. "Faster," she moaned. "God, yes! Faster!" Faster I went, so very excited to finally be fucking Maria. I pulled on her hair and she said, "Come. Come inside of me. I want it, and you need it. Come inside of me." And then...well, you know the rest. Now She sprung it on me that afternoon after she fucked me in the plastic wrap. "I want you to come home with me for a couple of days. Meet my parents, my brothers and my sister." I didn't really know what to say, and I couldn't think of why I shouldn't, so I agreed. I was worried about what they would say about my age, but at that moment of doubt, Maria smiled at me, and I decided that whatever her family thought of me, it honestly wouldn't matter as long as Maria wanted to be with me. Carmen skipped out on us at about one o'clock that afternoon, and some fifteen minutes later, I was in the shower, getting ready to go to my place to pack for Maria's, when Maria, naked as I'd ever seen her, joined me. "Do you mind?" I laughed. "What do you think?" She got down on her knees in front of me, looked up and said, "I'm sure you wouldn't." Then she put her lips around my dick for the first time. I've been the recipient of many blowjobs in the past, but none like this: she sucked on the tip while jacking the shaft with one hand and tickling my anus with the other. And she made a lot of noise, too, sucking, slurping and drooling on my stiff cock. At first, it sounded disconcerting, but then it turned me on. Her lips moved past the tip and up my shaft and before I knew it, for the first time in my life, I was getting deepthroated. Holy shit, it felt good! She squeezed my balls and I warned her that I was going to come if she kept this up, but she kept it up. Soon, I was unleashing my load into the back of her throat as she was on her knees giving me the blowjob of a lifetime, massaging my testicles. I seemed to come longer than I had yet, but maybe that was my imagination. Still, it felt incredible, and when she finally released my cock I looked down at her and saw jizz on her lips. She then licked her lips and swallowed it, along with the rest I had shot. Jesus Christ—what a babe. She stood and said, "You taste wonderful." I didn't know how to respond to such a strange compliment, so I just laughed. I hugged her and she hugged me back. We finished showering, she got ready and we went to my place where I packed. And then we set out for her parents' home. She held my hand the entire drive. Turns out, being in school at twenty-seven can have its perks. Also turns out, everything, no matter how good, can still get better.