The Monday morning of finals week for the fall semester of my junior year, Asia and I were talking in the hallway near her first period class while facing each other with our hands on each other's hips. One of the teachers walked by and told us to "knock off the PDA (public display of affection)." "Sorry dude, but we're married," I irritably rejoindered. "Don't lie to me, son," he countered. Asia flashes her ring and the guy's eyes bug out. "Woah, if that thing is real it's gotta be 25 grand," he remarked. ""Try 30," I shot back. "We've been hitched since last summer." So the douchebag asks for our ID to prove it. I told him to leave us alone and he walked away. Asshole.

I don't get this whole thing about hating on, as they lamely put it, "PDA" anyway. Fuck, I hate prudes. What a bunch of pain in the ass control freaks. It's like they want to make you feel dirty for displaying love for another person. That is completely screwed up. Maybe a lot of these losers are jealous because Asia is gorgeous and they're married to some fat ass hausfrau who last looked good for ten minutes back in 1952.

Asia and I went home for lunch and had a quick screw while Mr. Moral Guardian was probably eating his heart out that he couldn't touch any of the hot young poon he taught. Fucking hilarious. I wonder which students he was thinking of when he wacked it or when he had his once a month 30 seconds of sex with his wife. You just knew he was. All those prudes are a bunch of repressed pervs.

Since we tied the knot, Asia has had a minor issue with a couple of her teachers. When they would call her "Miss Cotton," she would have to correct them that it was "Mrs. Cotton." For example, the day after the spring semester began, her AP math teacher called on  her as "Miss Cotton." When she told him what the actual proper form of address was, he didn't believe it until the other students chimed in and told him that she had gotten married the previous summer.

The first time it came up was the second day of school two and a half months after she and I had our nuptials. The teacher didn't want to believe her wedding ring was real, so she had to show him her green card with her old last name on it. She hadn't received her spouse visa yet that would have included her new surname and wouldn't get it until April even though we went through the interview at the Immigration Department and all that shit in August after we married. Your tax dollars in inaction. By the way, Asia still hasn't applied for American citizenship. She's not sure this country is going in a good direction and wanted to hedge her bets. So she recently had me apply for a spouse visa in Korea, and for residency permits for our kids, just in case. We're still waiting to hear back. It shouldn't be too much longer.

The new semester was pretty much the same as the last one for Asia, who had to work her ass off, though with my fumbling help. I got her out of her gym class again and I dodged mine, too. The cool thing was that we were able to get that class during the same hour and it came before lunch, so we just went home after third period and spent the next hour and a half eating, watching tv or fucking. The dogs loved that and it was great to be able to play with them in the middle of the day because of the way it elevated my mood.

Then we would head to the university library. I helped her pile up research materials and then I would leave for a while to go find some side poon. I told her one day in February I was going to see the basketball game that was being staged at the campus gym. I did do that. But I also picked up this hot little sort of lighter skinned early 20's black chick who was a member of one of the player's family and took her to a motel. She was 5'4"-5'5" or something like that and built kind of thick with a perky butt,  full D cups and straight black hair she had cut short. Her thick lips were very kissable and I spent quite a while swapping spit with her. Her soft naked body felt amazing in  my arms and I sucked lustily on her coffee colored nipples as she moaned with each inhalation against those sensitive milk nubs. I had her fondle my cock while I did that and there was definite heat being created between us as the moaning and groaning became louder and more frequent. 

I slid down the bed and inserted my head into her voluminous, spongy bush and darted and rolled my tongue at and over her clit. This was the first time I had been with an African-American girl and I was going to have my fill, as I used my mouth on her meaty slit to trip her trigger repeatedly. I stopped because I didn't have all freaking day and neither did she. I scooted up between her legs and her cunt swallowed my big cock with no problem. For the next half hour, I punished her moist hole with gusto while taking in the sight of her beautiful face and bouncing breasts. "Oh fuck, God, I've never done it with a white guy before, but your cock feels soooooo good," she complimented as her breathing became harder for her to harness. She put a strong grip on my biceps while my dick moved like a piledriver into her sacred hall. She emitted a loud gasp and moaned that she was cumming, me tattooing her ass with my pubic bone as my prong impaled her as much as I could manage.

I backed off my tempo to reclaim some energy, slowing to an easy pace that kept the friction coming for both of us, her body and brain feeding off of the repeated spearing of her sex. I progressively ramped the ferocity of my thrusting up and with it  the feverishness of her passion, her arms firmly hugging me and her open legs an invitation to keep slamming my meat stick into her. "Oh fuck, oh god damn! God!" she incoherently muttered as she was put more in touch with every human being's primal protocol. Her breathing became more asthmatic and irregular, her utterances more like hisses as she came to the edge of paradise. "Oh God, oh shit!" she whimpered before I pumped her into the gorge of euphoria and heard her float to the bottom in a more graceful landing than my own intensifying growls and  grunts were doing for me. When I arrived at the apogee of the heat within my whammer jammer, I inundated her pink riverbed with my thick, white rain and then collapsed on top of her like a wounded animal. We held each other for a few minutes as we recovered from our exertion. I stroked her forehead while I looked into her opalescent brown eyes and kissed her.

"My God, you're beautiful," I burbled. She chuckled at the obvious flattery. "Thanks baby," she acknowledged. "We should probably get back," I observed. She did a quick cleanup, fixed her hair and we hotfooted it back for the end of the game, which was now about halfway into the latter portion of the contest. I stayed until; the end even though I didn't care at all about the outcome. I went back to the library to see how Asia was faring and spent the rest of the time with her until it closed at 10. "How was the game?" she asked. "Meh," I said. "They won, but it wasn't exactly an effort either side would be particularly proud of. So is your paper coming along?" "It's getting there," she blandly opined. We went home. She was mentally worn out and conked out soon after showering. When I cuddled her sleeping form after I finished showering, she woke up momentarily, put her hands over mine, and dozed off again.

The following day, I stayed with her the whole time. I mostly read while she hacked away at her assignment. Occasionally, we would check the computer for more reference materials and I picked them up for her while she returned to her work. I also helped her find the applicable passages she needed. It made her feel like I was really invested in her success. I asked her if she felt any pressure when I was there. "Not because you're there per se, but I really don't want to fail after you've taken time out, and I know this is kinda boring for you, to help me," she confessed. I got up, moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and told her to relax because I would always be there for her. "Nobody's perfect, babe. We all fail at some time or another. Just look at me," I snarked. She giggled and I gave her a quick kiss before returning to my seat.

When we got home, we laid in bed just kinda having a nice lingering moment. We didn't have sex, but we quietly communicated with each other our love mainly through smiles and kisses and a few brief words before we fell asleep.

The day after  that, we both sat in bed with our laptops doing more research and I sent links to her for things I thought she would want to look at. My dogs occasionally broke this up when they heard another dog barking or somebody walking near our house. Then they would come romping back into bed and that always made Asia smile and laugh. I was never a big tv guy and when I got restless, I would watch music videos (with my headphones on, of course) or comedy clips on You Tube and occasionally show them to Asia to lighten her mood.

As this routine continued for a number of weeks, I became concerned that she was going to burn out. So the first Thursday in April after school, I made her leave her books behind and we had a mini-vacation at the beach. We stayed in the same hotel we got married at and cleared our heads with tasty dinners, walks on the beach and just kicking it in our room vegging and fucking.

We got back that Sunday night after picking  up the dogs from my folks and Asia was rejuvenated because she was super relaxed, as was I. That little respite gave her a kind of second wind and she kicked ass the rest of the way. The school year ended on a Wednesday in mid-June. Thursday morning, she was looking up information in Korean about adoption. We discussed the matter throughout the day. I was totally on board with the idea. The main issue was just making it happen in as efficient a manner as possible.

I began researching the real estate situation in areas that were close to the university she wanted to attend, especially what the schools would be like for the kids we would take on. She was in line for just about every academic honor our school had to give. I was merely looking forward to getting school over with.

Asia took her SAT's two weeks after school ended and scored extremely high. Then she took her ACT's and destroyed on them. Through the summer, she was reading stacks of books. It was like she thought reading was her job. Some of those books were on child psychology and nutrition. It was kind of cool watching her prepare to be a mother. Then she would discuss with me what she had learned, so I basically got the bottom line Cliff's Notes version rather than having to trudge through a mountain of gobbledygook.

And in between all that, she was still regularly sucking and fucking me. I'd be sitting on the livingroom couch watching a ballgame or something and she would suddenly come down and put my dick in her mouth or she'd appear naked and impale herself on it and ride me to a couple orgasms and a healthy cumshot and then go back to what she was doing. Then at night, I cuddled her and and expressed how awesome I thought she was. She knew what I wanted physically and I knew what she needed emotionally.

We rarely argue even today. I'm pretty easygoing. Again, while I could turn her into a total slave if I was so inclined, the only real standing orders were that she be my girlfriend (and that obviously evolved into her wanting to become my wife), call me "Master" and to ignore it when I fuck around on her. Yet, I try not to rub it in her face because she doesn't really deserve that. She is a fantastic girl but I had a voracious dick to feed, too.

For example, when Asia left to take her SAT's, I went to the mall to see if I could find anyone to spend some time with and, what do you know, I ran across one of my school's cheerleaders. She looks like the total California beach bunny: blonde, suntanned (she kept it year around, so she was definitely using a tanning bed), teardrop shaped C cups and a body that was toned to the nines. She was with a couple of the other cheerleaders, so I told them to go do something else while I took Joy, that was her name, back to her house since her parents weren't home. We went into her bedroom, which was adorned in pink and had lots of stuffed animals on the bed. It was a typical girly bedroom (though Asia's was a lot more spartan).

I directed her to join me in bed and then kiss me. Her lip gloss had some kind of flavor to it, but I couldn't really pin it down. We tongue wrestled for a while. I broke away and told her she was going to let me do anything I wanted with her. I immediately put my hands up the back of her belly shirt and unhooked her bra and then pulled both the top and the boob halter off of her. Her Playboy model-type boobs were just as tanned as the rest of her body, which confirmed the tanning bed suspicion. My mouth mauled her nipples while my righthand ran up her thigh, under her skirt and then beneath her panties. I was high fiving myself in my mind because here I was with the hottest cheerleader in school and I had my fingers in her pussy and my lips on her gazongas. I worked her into a heap of horniness. She was panting very seductively when I sat upright and yanked the rest of her clothing off, revealing a hairless twat. I started kissing up her legs, beginning from the tops of her well manicured feet, until my tongue landed at her pink treasure and tasted her natural lube. I reinserted my fingers into her and went to town, sucking, lightly teething and slathering her clit while my thumb supplemented the oral stimulation on that love button as my middle and ring fingers strummed her g spot. She was sighing and moaning up a storm and the more she did it the more intently I sucked that nubbin. She suddenly commenced gasping over and over and then let out a long girly grunt before the orgasm rippled through her. I couldn't get enough of her sweet tasting juices and stayed on that clit for another half dozen orgasms before my jaw became too fatigued to continue.

I stood up, pulled her legs toward me and then slung them over my shoulders so that her butt was on the edge of the bed. I buried my long stick into her no doubt popular little cunt and savored the sweet compression of her vaginal walls against my fuck stick. Her motor was up and running like nobody's business and within five minutes she was indicating that she was climbing the mountain of pleasure. So I loaded up my hips and drilled the shit out of her for the next five minutes and she emitted a strangled scream as the orgasm flew through her senses, panting vociferously until it subsided. "You really love dick, huh babe?" I interrogated. "God yes," she admitted. "You're as big as my boyfriend," she sighed, as I dialed my attack back to a midtempo rate. As her ardor ascended anew, she begged me to fuck her harder and I jackhammered it into her with sadistic glee. She desperately squealed, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" and then a guttural scream pre-saged a tidal surge of panting when she climaxed. I was about to lose it, too. I pulled out of her and leaped quickly on to the bed and pasted my ball fluid all over her lips, nose and bedsheets. I was laughing inside because the next time she saw her boyfriend he was going to be kissing a face that had been spattered by my cum. "Okay babe, gotta go," I announced as I pulled my clothes back on. "Don't tell anyone about this," I demanded and went home. Asia was home about an hour later in a good mood after shredding on her exam.