The girl before Devin Furiso slid down to her knees with a strange grace, her light blue eyes staring up at his handsome face. Her lips curled upward in a wanting smile, and Devin couldn't help but smile back.
He leaned back against the rest room stall as her delicate hand unzipped his fly. He could almost laugh at the situation, but he thought that might break the mood. One of the hottest girls in this college was about to go down on him, and all he had to do was write her a few corny letters and talk to her on the phone a couple of times.
"I love you," she whispered in a voice that nearly sounded sincere to Devin, and almost caused him to feel a gauge of guilt. Almost, but not quite. His hand slowly caressed her cheek as her hand reached into his boxers and found his cock, a stiff, hot length of meat about six inches in size.
"I love you too," he said breathlessly, and looked into her eyes. So many people think that if someone looks into their eyes, then they're telling the truth. It's incorrect, for only the weak of heart or the strong of conscience will turn away from someone when lying, and Devin was neither of those things.
Devin thought of this only for a moment, and then the girls hot mouth closed over his head, ruby red lips tightening as her tongue swirled around it, a small "mmmm" sounding in her mouth.
"Oh yeah, sweety," Devin managed before he shut his eyes and let the girl pleasure him. Her hand crept into the slit of his boxers and found his balls, holding them gently as she sucked lightly on his cock-head. Slowly, her mouth moved down the thick shaft, sucking harder as her tongue flicked over the underbelly.
She continued moving down his cock and pleasure flooded Devin's mind. Those lips were so tight around him, and her saliva swirled around his thick organ with every slurping swallow she made. That small hand rubbed his balls gently, fingers sinking softly into the skin, and Devin's hand moved to the top of her head, fingers running through the silky blonde hair.
Her head began to bob slowly, and with each forward movement she took more of his engorged member into her mouth, moving forward until the tip of his cock pushed against the back of her throat.
Devin whispered "swallow it," and her eyes fluttered shut as she followed his order, taking his crown into her throat with a gulping swallow. Her hand left his balls and moved to his back, squeezing his tight ass as she swallowed him again and again, his thick member moving further down her throat until his balls rested softly on her chin.
Her breath came from her nose, which was firmly embedded in his dark brown pubic hair, in short gasps and Devin could tell she was having trouble breathing, her throat stuffed with his thick shaft. In a moment she would start choking and her head slowly began to pull of his member, but Devin's hand slid down to the back of her head and halted her movement.
Her eyes now opened with a bit of surprise, the bright blue pools flicking around his smiling face. Now she did begin to cough and choke, her violent gasps for air only pulling her throat more tightly around Devin's organ and increasing his pleasure.
He allowed this to continue for another couple of seconds and then pulled her head back from his rod. She opened her mouth wide and gasped for air, and the first hot string of Devin's cum landed squarely on her pink tongue. Her face gave a bitter, disgusted look and Devin knew that she had not tasted semen before, and that he was the first only heightened the power of his orgasm.
She shut her mouth and seemed to be preparing to spit out the cum that had landed in her mouth when Devin's second rope of semen splattered her forehead, a few stray droplets catching her hair. She shut her eyes instantly and spat the sticky liquid in her mouth, but it didn't make it to far out, and most of it just pushed out from between her lips and down her chin.
Devin's hand had moved to his slick cock, pumping it furiously as he sprayed two more hot loads at Cara's face. Another splattered the bridge of her nose and caught in her long eye-lashes. The last spurt was the weakest and failed to reach her face at all, instead landing on the top of her t-shirt clad breasts.
Devin's shoulder's slumped and his eyes looked down at her face and shirt, a smile playing over his face that was radically different from the one her first flashed her at the beginning of their encounter. She didn't catch it as first as she wiped the sticky fluid away from her face, but when she opened her eyes and saw that smile, a look even more dismayed then when she caught his first blast of cum on her tongue grew over her face.
So much can be said in a look, and Devin said everything he needed to right there. With his perfect, pearly white teeth flashing in the well lighted bathroom, his smile was that of a devil. She knew that he didn't care about her, and that she had just been used. The situation dawned on her quickly, and her shoulders shook some.
Devin thought she looked like she was about to cry, and he chuckled slightly, one hand pushing his softening cock back into his pants, the other pulling off a long roll of toilet paper from the roll next to him and wadding it into a ball.
"Thanks Cara, you give a great blow. I know you've had some practice. Now wipe that shit off your face and get out of my way," he said coldly, shoving the paper at her face.
She took it almost without thinking about it, the tears that had been brimming in her eyes a moment before now flowing. This wasn't supposed to happen to her, she thought frantically. Devin grew impatient with her waiting and shoved her away from his crouch, pushing her head against the side of the stall.
He stepped out of the stall and with a side turn of his head said, "You better wash that off your shirt too, babe, you don't want it to stain." Devin turned to the side and looked at the mirror, smiling confidently to himself.
His hair was a very dark earthen color, nearly black and wavy, and it was fairly long, falling past his ears. His complexion was crystal clear, his skin a light tan color. The features of his face were sharp and well defined, the chiseled in stone look, and his smile opened up a row of shining white teeth.
The form-fitting black t-shirt he wore showed his body which was as hard as rock. He was lean and strong, his muscles not huge but tight and cut. He flicked his tongue out between his lips for a moment, and stared at his reflection for what seemed like a very long time.
It was probably only seconds, because his narcissism was interrupted by Cara's bursting from the bathroom stall where she had so recently been splattered with Devin's hot seed. A look of anger had replaced her sadness, Devin noticed from watching her in the mirror, and she ran passed him and out the bathroom door.
Devin laughed softly to himself and leaned down by the sink, splashing a bit of water over his face. He straightened back up and smiled at the mirror for the last time, and walked out the door. He was just in time to see Cara's shapely jean-clad rear running to the parking lot, presumably to her car.
