Chapter 1

"Aww, fuck..." I groaned. I let my head loll back, and then rotated it in a full circle to mimic the circular motion Christina's tongue was making on the mushroom head of my cock. And when she dropped her head, her mouth forming a tight ring around me and lowering down the shaft, my head snapped back up to watch.

Her jet-black hair was in a functional ponytail, and she was still wearing her sexy- librarian glasses. She glanced up into my face while she slurped on my dick, small flames dancing in her irises at the wide smile across my face.

"Baby, you are so good at that," I mumbled to her.

I thanked my lucky stars every day for Christina. We met during our college's freshman orientation, and my shy, nice guy demeanor let her get comfortable enough to let me see her shy, nice girl demeanor. A sweet, innocent romance quickly developed and, over the next two years, built into a beautiful relationship of trust.

Even as her teeth lightly grazed against the ridge of my cock, my trust in her allowed me to take the adrenaline panic and let it feed the ecstatic sensations in my brain.

Christina was a studious, proper girl, doe-eyed with delicate features. She also had a killer body and during two years of sexual experimentation with me she'd become an absolute hellcat in the sack. We made a pact to trust each other enough to admit our deepest fantasies and carry them out, no matter how dirty they seemed or how much they clashed with our strict upbringings. We each had a partner who would not judge, but rather be open minded and willing to try anything once.

She had been nervous and hesitant when I first asked her to go down on me. But after seeing how much it thrilled me, it was rare that I went more than two days without receiving a fantastic blowjob.

And tonight, as her hand gripped my shaft and started jacking, I felt my balls squeeze and then contract, and I was spewing thick jets of cum into the back of her mouth. "Aw, crap yeah..." I growled as I fired away.

Giggling around the shaft, Christina swallowed quickly. A few drops leaked out and began their slow descent down her chin. At last, I was drained, and she reached up a delicate hand to wipe her chin.

When I caught my breath I lifted her to me and brought her head to mine for a tender kiss. Then I stood her up and told her to take off her shirt while I went to her shorts. I unbuttoned her and slid both her shorts and panties down her toned legs, supporting her waist while she stepped out of them. Then I looked up to see she had taken care of the top half of her body, leaving Christina completely naked, her perky breasts in my face and capped with pretty nipples standing at my attention.

I couldn't resist suckling a breast as I wrapped my hands around her waist and thighs, lifting her straight up and carrying her the few steps to my bed. At the last moment, I tossed her, Christina shrieking for a second as she ascended a few inches and fell the last foot onto my soft mattress.

She had not yet recovered from being startled when I whipped my own shirt off and dove my head between her legs, sinking my tongue into her moist channel.

Christina was instantly moaning as I tongued her pussy, a familiar sound that spurred me on to eat her out more energetically. She was making little "oh" noises, and managed to let out a breathy "mmm... yes..."

The more I worked at her the more she kept panting, "yes... yes... YES!" I had added two fingers to the mix, her hips squirmed even more, and her thighs clamped around my ears as she screamed and came.

I drank down everything she had to give me, and then bore down even harder to bring her off again. I'd gone a week already without having sex, and my newly- recharged pecker was screaming at me to bury itself in the spasming folds before me. But the main course would have to wait just a little longer out of my love for Christina.

Amidst my oral attention, I knew exactly how to extract a quick orgasm from her. My expert tongue and lips going to town on her distended clit, and then I began to lick my way down the extremely sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. Christina bucked into my face, pushing my neck back at the sensation, and then absolutely went nuts when my tongue rimmed her asshole.

Her whimpers and cries filled the air, and when I finally dipped my tongue into the tender hole, Christina's feet planted on the bed and she thrust her crotch at me, forcing my tongue a half inch deeper into her ass while she screamed and climaxed, creaming a fresh load of nectar into my face.

She kept quaking for another minute, neurons firing seemingly at random throughout her joints until she finally came down and let out a long, breathy moan. After catching most of her honey in my mouth as possible, I got up and wiped my face with the back of my hand before standing up and stripping my jeans off the rest of the way, leaving us both completely nude.

Christina grinned in the afterglow of her climax, spreading her legs and reaching her arms out to me. I clambered onto the bed, dropping my body onto hers and dipping my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own orgasmic nectar.

Christina paused to suckle on my tongue, tugging almost too hard. When she let go her eyes danced looking at me. "Hmm, girlcum tastes so sweet. Maybe I should taste another girl's juices for comparison."

I groaned at the mental picture, and she giggled when I attacked her with fresh energy, rolling us both over until we were comfortably positioned missionary style. Christina arched her back, pressing her breasts into my chest while wriggling her hips in search of my dick.

I figured I'd been waiting long enough, and so with careful aim, I thrust forward. I growled as my shaft made its descent deep into Christina's willing body, and she hooked her legs inside my thighs, pulling me even tighter to her until my mushroom head was nudging against her womb.

I was in heaven, making love with my girlfriend while she whimpered and cooed into my ear, urging me on with soft "fuck me"s and squeezing my shaft with her inner muscles. "Mmm... harder... FUCK ME!"

I started to hammer my body against her, drilling deep down her tunnel with each push and slamming our hips together on each thrust. The more aggressive fucking had the desired effect as Christina began clutching me more tightly, the whimpers louder in my ear before she finally just bit down hard on my shoulder as she climaxed again.

I growled at the pain shooting up my left side, letting it feed my own pleasure and driving me to fuck her even harder in the middle of her orgasm.

I was so focused on my pounding of her that I was caught off guard when she regained control of her limbs and flipped us both over. My pecker slipped out and then I was suddenly flat on my back. And Christina climbed back onto me, shoving my meat inside in one lunge as she picked up right where we left off.

She rode me as if I was a mechanical bull, howling like she had an audience cheering her on. My eyes flared watching Christina's breasts gyrate with her bucking motions. And then I felt myself getting close, my thrusting motions spilling out of my control and rapidly speeding up.

Christina moaned and simply held on for the ride as I accelerated towards orgasm. My hands were on her hips jacking her light body against me, and I let the palm of my right hand drift across the drum-tight skin of her ass, until my middle finger found her asshole and pressed its way inside.

The reaction was immediate. Christina's thighs suddenly clamped together and squeezed her pussy tightly around me. She threw her head back and screamed "Aaaaahhhhh!" as one final climax ripped through her body, and I was joining her as my jizz erupted straight up in a massive explosion inside of her body.

Over and over I spurted, coating Christina's insides with glob after glob of my sperm. Then at last we were both drained, and Christina's naked body collapsed onto my sweaty chest.

Christina and I had a wonderful relationship. We shared a tender love and wild sex. And neither of us gave the other any reason to worry about straying.

Now, we were approaching the Thanksgiving break of our third year in college. My family was clear across the country, and I never went home for the short vacation. Christina's family, however, lived only an hour away. And she had invited me to join her family for the long weekend. Four days, three nights, trapped with the strict parents of my girlfriend. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"Nervous?"

I looked up to see May, Christina's roommate, hovering over me. Then I realized that both of my knees were bouncing uncontrollably. I placed my palms on both kneecaps to quiet their quaking. Calming myself, I looked back up at May's pretty face and for the first time just saw her as a friend instead of the pretty girl I'd been secretly lusting after ever since I met her. It was perhaps the only secret I was keeping from my girlfriend. But it was an innocent attraction, so I figured that as long as I didn't act on the impulse, I was fine.

Then Christina came out of her room, ready to go. She glanced down at me and fished out her car keys.

"Hey, I can drive," I interjected.

"Honey, you know you can't see ANYTHING in the dark," Christina teased me. "I just want to make sure we have a smooth trip."

"Fine, fine," I gave up quickly. My poor night vision was a sore blow to my ego. But at least now I didn't have to worry about crashing on the way to Christine's parents' house. It was one less thing for me to worry about.

Beyond the driving, I wondered at the wisdom of visiting my girlfriend's parents at such a young age. True, we'd been dating for more than 2 years and I could imagine eventually marrying Christina. But every Asian kid knew that you didn't bring a girlfriend or boyfriend home unless you were serious. It was like a test. If a boyfriend still wanted to date you after your parents tortured him, then he was a keeper.

I looked over at Christina's smiling face. I wanted to be a keeper.

May gave both of us a warm hug just before we left. "You'll be great," she told me. I thanked her, then Christina looped onto my arm and we headed out.

Christina introduced me to her parents with a casual, "This is my mom and my dad."

I greeted them formally in Mandarin, and both Mr. and Mrs. Wang were delighted at my proper manners. They offered me tea and we sat down for the inevitable grilling: my major, my family, all the little details of my life that they would use to judge me by.

I spent the next ten minutes explaining my career goals. We continued that with fifteen minutes explaining what my parents did, and the career of my older brother. The elder members of my family reflected heavily upon me, and I was happy to have successful stories to tell Christina's parents.

Christina, meanwhile, quickly bored of the subject and kept glancing around, looking for some excuse to get away. We had already discussed this; I didn't need her around for moral support. "Where's Amy?" referring to her younger sister and the last member of the family.

"She's out with her friends. Probably won't be back until late."

Unable to come up with a sufficient excuse, Christina settled in next to me to endure what was to come. The interrogation then continued on me.

Christina was sitting close to me on the couch and wrapped an arm behind my lower back in a half hug. Her parents had finally ended their inquisition and left us alone.

"You did well," she told me.

"Thanks," I let out a big breath I didn't realize I was holding, and started to let out the nervous tension in my limbs. I wanted desperately to reach out and pull her head to me for a searing kiss that would do wonders for my soul. But we were still in an exposed location, and could not risk any forms of public affection.