'Fuck me.'

"So y'know there was something you always wanted to do with me, and I wouldn't let you?" Maria paused, looking at me over her shoulder as I crouched behind her bare butt.

My stomach tingled with anticipation. My cock throbbed, wet at the tip.

"Um. Uh-huh?" I said.

"You up for it?" she asked. She smiled, winked, then silently mouthed the words 'Fuck me', raising her eyebrows for a question mark and wiggling her butt slightly.

My mouth fell open. My face felt hot.

"S-so we finally get to lose our virginities with each other?" I said, trying to keep it light.

"Ah-haw!" Maria guffawed. "I don't think either of us has a shred of a fig leaf left, kid," she said. "What, you thought I was never going to ride the pink pony? But let's say this is a good time to grant your old wish, even if bridey widey got your cherry."

My ears burned. Michelle had been my first, though I hadn't been hers. I wasn't so clear as to who had nailed Michelle first.

"What are you waiting for, kid?" Maria asked. "Jump on!"

I rose to my knees behind Maria's broad, muscular olive-skinned butt and pointed my head at her entrance. There it was, open for me, Maria's magic gate. Rosy-pink inner lips curling plump and wet, slightly parted to reveal their inner folds from between the cushiony outer lips. Always before there'd been a barrier -- clothes, flesh, or just Maria's power of 'No'. As close as I'd ever been before had been when we humped with our underwear on. Now the way was clear. I took my cock in my hand and tucked the head into her swollen pink pussy lips. Hot. Her hot cunt kissed my cock head.

But I couldn't go further.

"Just move a little, kid, I'll open up," she said. "I've gone from a gusher to a temporary drought," she said.

I started moving a little bit in and out, in and out. Warm, slick, wet. And as Maria said, I could get a little further in each time. In a little, out, in a little further, out. In...

"Ahh," I sighed as I finally bottomed out in Maria Falcone's cunt. "I'm in heaven."

"Good on you, kid. Lay some strokes on me now. Let Maria help you tell that Michelle girl to go get fucked," she said.

I laughed. "I think that's what the wedding night is all about," I said. I started thrusting, longer strokes now that she was hot and wet clear down.

"Ahhhhhh," Maria sighed. "Aw, fuck, you do it good," she said. "Maybe I shoulda held onto you."

"You know, it so happens I'm free tonight," I said.

"Shut up and fuck me," Maria said. "H'yah, pony, h'yah!"

"Yes, sergeant!" I said. I grabbed a handful of each buttock...maybe a little bigger than I remembered, but delicious, and plunged ahead.

"Awww!" she cried out. "Aw fuck!"

I was happy, almost giggly silly, to finally have Maria yelling and writhing with pleasure on my cock. Even if the event was more than a few years late. My tight abs slapped against her butt as I pronged her.

"Aw, ah, uh, ooh," Maria grunted as I fucked her. Suddenly she stiffened and bucked back against me. "Aw FUCK!" she cried out. "Unh, unh, unh, unh," she growled as her orgasm took her. Her head tossed up and down, her tight bun restraining her black hair from flying every which way. Her cunt squeezed down on me.

I lost it. "God, Maria, I love you, I'm gonna come!" I cried. I heaved my hips against her buttocks, slapping hard, thrusting deep, and came like a cannon.

We slumped down to the floor, my legs buckling, Maria slipping off the chair. We lay there dazed with bliss. But not very long. The floor was not the most comfortable "après-sex" place, so we groaned and helped each other onto my hotel bed.

After another few minutes, we were coherent enough to focus our eyes on each other again. I looked at her and blinked. I wondered...Maria? What was going on in her life now? I fumbled for something to say, but she saved me.

"So kid," she began.

"Yes?" I said.

"Too bad we don't smoke, this would be the perfect scene," she said.

I laughed.

"So. Ever been a godfather?" she asked.

"Do I have to be Catholic?" I asked.

"You're uptight enough, I'll give you a pass," she said. "So, wanna do it?"

"Godfather... does that mean...?" I stuttered out.

"Bingo, kid," she said. "I'm pregnant." She held up her left hand, on which I hadn't noticed a simple gold ring. "Don't worry, see, all legal and everything." She patted her belly. "Guess it's not that obvious yet."

"Aw shit!" I said. "Geeze, I'm sorry. Let me start again. Congratulations! Send me 'Godchildren for Dummies' and I'll start studying up. Damn, that was clumsy of me."

We exchanged addresses and telephone numbers.

"It's Maria Vincenzi now, don't forget," she said.

I started apologizing again all over.

Maria smiled indulgently. "De nada," she said. "I was a nasty girl to put you in a spot, kid, but don't worry. My husband and I follow 'Don't ask, don't tell'. It's all OK as long as he plants all of my kids, and I pop all of his, and nobody brings any trouble home. I'm sure he's off screwing his stacked blonde bookkeeper and her sister right now. And kid, who else was going to welcome you back? Not Michelle."

I snorted out a half-laugh, that opened up into a real laugh and a smile. "You're right, Extra Vee," I said. "But maybe her little sister."

"Nail her for me, kid," she said. "Have a good wedding, best man. Break a leg or whatever. I'll look forward to seeing lots more of you, godfather." Maria zipped back into her clothes and was out the door in a minute.

I showered and changed. When I was getting dressed, I remembered I'd lost my key card and Maria had had to let me in. She had left me her spare master key card on the table. I made a mental note to really really not lose this one.

I wondered if I had any more time left before the ceremony. Maybe I'd go say hi to Michelle's little sister. Then again, there was that maid of honor...

I checked my watch to see if I could fit in a little side trip.