As Asia and I laid on our sides watching tv in bed together, she turned her body toward me and smiled. I craned my head a bit and kissed her. She reached back with her righthand, cradled my head in it and pulled my lips back to hers. This evolved into a heavy makeout session and I slid my  hand up her tank top and unhooked her bra. Pushing that shirt and bra combo up around her neck, I gently fondled her breasts while we continued to orally communicate with each other. She grabbed my hand, though, and guided it down her body, indicating that she wanted me to finger her. "Aren't you still on your period?" I wondered. "No. I got over it yesterday," she informed me. So I undid her shorts and then my hand crawled under her panties and rubbed her clit. As I was doing that, she popped the button on my jeans and unzipped them before reaching in and pushing them down to my knees along with my boxers.

The tv was being completely ignored as we crawled all over each other and fondled the genitals of the other. "God, I missed that cock of yours," she stated. "Fuck me!" she demanded. I helped her out of all of her clothes and then did away with mine, the lot now a pile on the floor and the two of us naked except for my pendant. I jumped on top of her, shoved my fuckstick deep into her cunt and, as we continued kissing and grabbing each other, I pumped the full length of it into her over and over. "Oh God yes, oh my God oh shit," she panted, "fuck, I love it," she declared. It felt so good to be back inside of her after being denied that pleasure for most of the last week. Her lust began to peak and the room was filled with the musical sound of a beautiful woman approaching climax. I finally hit her tripwire and she squealed and clenched my biceps with her fingernails, imbuing the experience with some pleasurable pain. 'Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" she desperately cried and then, in a strangled gasp, "I'm cumming! Oh shit!" she warned, as I slammed my flesh torpedo into her as fast as I could.

I backed off the tempo when her orgasm subsided and kissed her heatedly in between admiring how her ecstasy had colored her cheeks and chest a nice shade of red. She was quickly ascending the ladder of euphoria again, too, and it became time to take her the rest of the way up that path, me frantically pistoning my  dick in and out of her. "Oh God, yes baby, oh God, yes, yes, yes," she muttered in a reflection of the intensity that was building inside of her. I grunted loudly while my pubic bone bounced off of her ass everytime I delivered my rocket to its target. "Yes, yes, yes, oh shit, God yesssssssss," she whimpered and then went right over the falls and into a pool of orgasmic insensibility, screaming for me to fuck her harder. Two minutes later, I discharged ropey blasts of cum into her receptive cunt.

I had told her parents to not bother us, but she was being quite loud and I have to believe that they heard us, especially when she was begging me to really put it to her. I wonder what her dad, in particular, was thinking.

"Oh my God, Master, that was wonderful," she praised. "I love making you happy, babe," I said to her. "When I go on my period, I get super horny but I feel so yucky that it overwhelms my need for you to fuck my brains out," she disclosed. I had never heard her talk like this unprompted. Obviously, she was feeling very comfortable with me and that was pretty damned delightful.

I offered to take her out to lunch, but she said she didn't want to because she was afraid of getting fat. During lunch at school, she usually just ate  fruit and yogurt or some kimchi since her family ate breakfast everyday.

"Master, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "No babe, go for it." "Do you intend to be my husband?" "Asia, you and I are going to be together for as long as you're alive. Why do you ask?" "Well, you took my virginity and I want to be just with one man in my life because I think that would make that experience more special." "Asia, babe, you are special and you will never have to worry about me leaving you." "It's too bad we can't have any children since you said you were shooting blanks." "Yeah, that's true. But we can always adopt. I'm sure there are a lot of orphaned kids in Korea who would like to have a mom like you. How many do you want?" "At least two." "Well, let's wait until you finish your Phd before we think about kids," I propounded. "I want to be a doctor," she revealed. "What, you mean like a medical doctor?" I pondered. "Yeah." "God, your patients are going to love having such a hot doctor treating them," I chuckled. She pushed me playfully and I kissed her.

After school Monday, I had a limo pick us up and take us to Laguna Beach, where we had an early dinner at a nice little beach side cafe I had read about. At the end of the meal, we stood up and I looked into her sparkling brown eyes and said, "Asia, will you marry me?" She squealed in excitement, threw her arms around me and said she would. We then went straight from the cafe and picked out her engagement ring at a jewelry store. .

When we got back to her house, we went in and announced what had just occurred. Her parents were shocked at the suddenness of it. I mean engaged at 15 after we had only been going out a month, if that? Yeah, generally not a good idea, but soon after we graduated, we went to Korea and adopted four children. Two of them were half white, half Korean twins named Min-hee and Mi-cha. Asia was afraid that they would get split up, so that is why we took them. We selected one other girl, Young-mi, whose parents had died in a car accident, and a boy, Jae-sun, who was another offspring of a union between an American G.I. and a young Korean girl. The twins and the boy were four and the other girl was three. In fact, as I'm writing this on my laptop, they're all sitting on the floor while Asia is reading a Korean children's book to them. She began teaching them English practically as soon as we all got off the plane and has done a nice job with them while going to college and taking 18 units, which is one hell of a workload. Of course, it helps that I'm a stay at home dad. We moved to Belair  to be closer to Asia's school. Next year, we're going to have them start taking Taekwondo lessons. My daughters are studying piano and my son is learning guitar. We let them choose between guitar, piano, violin, bass and saxophone. They're not allowed to watch tv because we want them to be creative and make their own fun and not just be passive consumers of the garbage that is too often on the tube. Both Asia and I read to them and talk to them all the time to try to spur their mental development and vocabulary. The rule in the house is that between the time they come home from school and dinner that time is there's to spend how they want. But after dinner would be study and family time. So Asia would be reading and writing her papers at the dining room table while the kids were practicing their instruments. I hired private tutors to come over and teach them so that I could keep an eye on things. As for me, I read sports or music magazines or looked at news sites on the net.

But getting back to the day I proposed to Asia, once we had made the announcement, I took Mr. Oh aside and told him he was going to have to close his store. I didn't want Asia getting a phone call some night that her dad had been shot dead during a robbery. I offered to bankroll any business he wanted to open, but the liquor store was history. Six months later, he started a small import business and it's doing fairly well even now. Of course, Asia was thrilled that she didn't have to worry about her father anymore and cried tears of happiness when I told her. We then went upstairs to her bedroom and had a celebratory screw.

Tuesday, I have to say I felt a little apprehensive at her going to school with a $20,000 engagement ring on her finger. I had her leave it with me before she went to gym class so that it wouldn't get stolen. All the girls in her classes asked her about it and wanted to know why she had decided to get engaged at her age and whether she was pregnant, a notion that really offended Asia's pride.

Those girls then told their boyfriends, some of whom were in my classes, and they, in turn, would hit me up about why I felt it necessary to propose to Asia while still only a high school sophomore. "Dude, tell me you didn't do that just to get into her pants," one guy asked. "No, I didn't do it to get into her pants you dumbass," I countered. "I don't really have to justify myself to you anyway, dude. Besides, look at how fuckin' fine she is! I wanted to make sure she would stay with me and remain out of circulation."

After school, Asia wanted to discuss what we should do for our wedding. It was going to be a pretty big affair since she wanted to invite all of her relatives from Korea, family friends as well as my friends and family. That was fine. Then she hit me with, "how would you feel about getting married next summer?" I was a little taken aback that she wanted to move that quickly, but I was up for it. I then asked her why she wanted to make it official so soon. "I would feel assured that you weren't going to change your mind in mid-stream." I wondered if she wanted to continue to live separately with our parents after we got married or if she wanted to rent a house until she headed to college. "If we're married we should live together," she shot back resolutely. "Sounds good to me,  babe," I responded. I really liked this side of Asia, where she determines what she wants and then just goes right after it hammer and tongs.

We went online and looked at caterers, bridal shops and the sites of wedding planners. Neither of us was religious, so we weren't going to get married in a church. Thus, we looked for alternate possible venues for it. In my mind, I was picturing Asia in a white wedding dress, her ass length black hair contrasting with it as it hung from her beautiful head and those smoky brown eyes shining like jewels atop her tall (for a girl), lean body. It was going to be quite a sight. The whole exercise of talking about the festivities was actually kinda fun. Nevertheless, it was Asia's show and I was going to let her handle it since I didn't have a feel for those kind of things.

I went home for dinner and once I ate I decided to try my luck at the college again. The campus was in the middle of its night classes by the time I disembarked from the bus. I trolled the library and didn't see anything I was interested in. As I exited it, I saw students milling about. I guess it was break time for those classes and I strolled around and checked out the scenery. I noticed this chunky blonde girl, probably about 5'3," walking back from the bathrooms. I deftly intercepted her, telling her she was going to answer my questions. She averred that she still had another hour left in her evening lit class, so I ordered her to come to the second floor of the library when it  was finished and get me.

I kicked back in that library reading a couple of sports mags. She finished her class and came to the library to pick me up. She was just the kind of big girl I like: cute face, big ass titties, probably DD, long hair and with little cellulite. As it turned out, she had driven her parents minivan to school, which was perfect. I had her drive to a park that wasn't far from my house but where it would be dark as hell because most of the lights in it were off to, I think, save the city money. I had her pull the rear seats down so that we had a flat surface to lay on in the back, which had enough room for the two of us to get it on. I then told her she was going to have sex with me. As we kissed, I undid the buttons on her blouse and unhooked her bra, her heavy, pendulous  milk bags flopping out of it. They had huge light brown aureolae and dime sized nipples and my mouth was all over that in nothing flat. I sucked on them for a good 15 minutes before I unsnapped her pants and shoved my hand down under her panties to her vulva. It was steaming damp in there and I brought my hand back out to lick some of it off of my fingers.

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for me to eat her, but I nonetheless pulled her panties and pants off and climbed on top of her. She guided my sausage into her skillet and her big, velvety pussy had no trouble taking it at all, but she did acknowledge that I was "a big boy." I started feeding her my mainrail and her breast quivered as I rammed it into her time and again. There was less pronounced friction inside of her for me than with Asia or most of the other girls I had done to that point, but it still felt sweet and I was pushing it into her real good, causing her to moan and sigh in a sexy way. She had a big, bright smile that I could see as the moon shone down into the passenger cabin and her thick legs had my body clamped securely while my hips slid back and forth to help her have a good time.

She had a nice soft belly and so being on top of her was almost like masturbating against a mattress. Yet, her fat was shifted into all the right places that made her seem more voluptuous than obese. The turned down seats squeaked under us with all the weight that was being pressed on them  and she was about to leave the launch pad, my flesh chisel slicing and slipping in and out of her exquisite love channel. She emitted what sounded like an asthmatic's attempt to desperately gulp some air and then yelped that she was cumming, her heavy panting punctuating the pleasure that surged through her, my cock enjoying the feel of her wet, sloppy cunt.

The windows of the minivan were steaming up,  which added even more atmosphere to things as our bodies rocked and slithered against each other hoping to attain the ultimate in pleasure. She was soon panting again and forced me down against her body, her curses into my ear indicating that she was about to go off again. I battered her twat furiously, endeavoring to get her there and, as her body convulsed in ecstasy, I poured voluminous rounds of cum into her meaty love chamber. We laid there for a few minutes to both enjoy the high from our orgasms and to physically recover.

I put my clothes back on, kissed her goodnight, got out of the minivan and walked home while thinking what assholes guys who put "No Fat Chicks" bumper stickers on their cars were because they had no idea what they were missing out on. If they want to leave them for me I'll take 'em.