Lucía’s Smile Couldn’t Be Wiped Away by Anything

That night I’d decided my pleasure centers were going to be on full-time duty. I shaved my balls with care, went over the folds of my groin, and washed my ass well. I knew exactly what I wanted and I knew who could give it to me without asking for explanations: the smiling Lucía.

Lucía didn’t take long to show up. She arrived with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a yellow raincoat that never quite went with anything. She greeted me in a hurry, gave me two kisses, said something about a missed bus, and promptly locked herself in the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing a white linen blazer with nothing underneath. The jacket fit her just tight enough to hint at everything and show almost nothing. On her chest stood out two small, pointed breasts, with pink nipples showing through the fabric. Beneath the hem of the jacket, a few curly coppery pubic hairs peeked out.

She had just turned twenty-one. She was tall, wiry, with the long back of a swimmer and the defined calves of someone who has spent half her life riding a bike up and down ramps. She had copper-brown hair, a slender neck, narrow arms, and a face always ready for enthusiasm, as if everything around her deserved a little laugh. That night she had tucked a red lollipop between her lips. I don’t know where she’d gotten it, but she worked wonders with it, rolling it over her tongue, taking it out, biting the stick, putting it back in without ever losing her smile. I was almost about to cum just looking at her.

Lucía came alive around big cocks despite the fact that they were a challenge for her modest little mouth, or precisely because of that. When she was faced with a good slab of meat like the one I put in front of her, that was when she did her best work. Her dedication didn’t mean she could swallow it whole, but she tried with all her heart and she did it always smiling, always smiley. That was her greatest charm.

I yanked her jacket off in one sharp pull and two swollen nipples and a pubis trimmed into the shape of an arrow came into view. Lucía loved being creative with the hair on her cunt. Once, on her birthday, she’d shaved her pubic hair into a heart. Another time she’d left it looking like a skull with two pointed horns. That loudness had not amused me one bit and I told her so, but she laughed with her usual laugh and answered that I had opinions to spare.

I pushed her shoulders down so she would kneel. At once I took hold of my hardened cock and rammed her face with it. I dragged my shaft and balls over her cheeks, over her lips, over her chin. From her mouth I brought my scrotum up to her nose, and Lucía sniffed at my balls hungrily, as if she wanted to snort the few hairs that had survived the razor. I moved my testicles over her forehead and the start of her hair, passed them over her brows, and then rubbed them over her nose, her lips, and her cheeks again until she could feel them in every pore. I didn’t stop until I was sure she was going to smell like my face for the rest of the day.

Then I shoved my cock to the back of her little mouth several times in a row, without mercy, drawing a sound like splashing every time my shaft plunged into her saliva-filled mouth. My balls tried to smack Lucía’s chin with each thrust and failed. Despite all her efforts, and the truth is she was trying with real heat, it was obvious there wasn’t enough room in her mouth and throat. She couldn’t stop her teeth from scraping my flesh shaft, and she could barely hold back the gag reflex rising from her flat, beautiful belly. Even so, she didn’t turn her face away. She only narrowed her eyes and looked up at me, teary-eyed, without losing her smile.

—Slowly —I said, more to myself than to her, when I saw the tears starting to fall.

I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs and gave her a break. She took a breath, spat a thread of saliva onto the floor, and looked at me with that little brat face she always made whenever she was about to do something she hadn’t yet announced.

—Get into the position I tell you —I asked her.

I told her to get on all fours, resting on her knees and elbows, her back arched and her ass raised. I loved seeing the roundness of her ass cheeks while I rubbed my cock over her face. I grabbed my balls, pressed them together, put them in her mouth, and left them there a good while while I masturbated at an even pace. Half a minute later I caught her by the hair and ordered her to kneel again and cross her arms behind her back, just above her ass, so I could fuck her mouth properly without the obstacle of her hands.

When, after a few thrusts of hard cock between her teeth, her face went red from the lack of air, I laid her on her back with her legs bent. In that position her small tits came fully into view, with rigid nipples, and her belly split by a round, deep navel. I also got a privileged view of her cunt trimmed into an arrow shape and her pink, protruding labia. There wasn’t a single hair left in the shaved groin around that muscular vulva. The opening was wet and looked very appetizing, but I didn’t fuck it. That wasn’t what I had in mind that night.

What I did was position myself astride her, with my knees slightly bent, and offer her the cleft of my ass. Lucía had a prodigious knack for moving her tongue over my asshole, and she spent a good while doing wonders to my anus. I love little girls who prefer sucking and licking to fucking, and Lucía was one of them. I could feel the tip of her tongue drawing small, quick circles, then long, slow ones, then small again, with no rhythm other than the logic of pleasure itself. At moments I closed my eyes and just listened to that soft little smack her lips made when she kissed me.

—Fuck —I murmured.

Lucía laughed without taking her tongue out, and the vibration of her laughter climbed up my spine like a current.

When I’d had enough pleasure, I got off her, shoved my cock back between her teeth, and emptied all my cum into her moaning mouth. Lucía never objected to receiving my load on her tongue, and that time was no exception. When I pulled the tip of my prick out, she gargled with the semen and then proudly, smiling, showed me the result: the cavity of her mouth was overflowing with white fluid mixed with foamy saliva.

Lucía sucked badly, but she swallowed well. However, that time she didn’t swallow my spunk; she spat it into the palm of her hand and showed it to me like someone displaying a trophy. She looked at me, smiled again, and then suddenly slapped my semen mixed with her saliva onto her left cheek and smeared it violently all over her face, all the way up to her forehead, ruining her fringe with her palm. Sometimes Lucía surprised me with antics like that. Once, in a threesome with one of her academy classmates, after she finished sucking me off, she spat the semen in the girl’s face. The girl was not amused and left slamming the door, but Lucía laughed her ass off for half an hour. My dear Lucía was a bit nuts, but she never lost her smile while doing all kinds of filthy things, and that made her terribly sexy.

Lucía burst out laughing with her face still varnished in jizz, and as she did so her small, stiff nipples moved up and down. A trail of cum slid down her chin, a drop detached and landed right in her belly button. She stared at it as if watching a basketball play and laughed again, this time with that weak, tired laugh she got at the end, after everything.

—I swear one day you’re going to laugh yourself to death —I told her, wiping the sweat from my neck.

—I don’t care —she answered—. As long as I keep smiling.

And she kept smiling. She lay on the floor a little longer, her arms open and the white stain shining on her cheekbone, staring at the ceiling like someone who’s just gotten off a ride. Then she slowly stood up, picked up her jacket, put it on without fastening it, and went to the kitchen for water barefoot, with her ass still speckled with the red marks of my fingers.

I stayed on the sofa, trying to catch my breath, listening to her humming something in the other room. I thought that of all the women I’d slept with, none had known how to turn sex into a shared joke without losing a single degree of intensity. None had had that ability to go from the rawest filth to laughter in less than a second, without any of what came before ceasing to be true.

Lucía came back into the living room with a glass in each hand and offered me one.

—Next time, do I fuck you already or do we keep going like this? —she asked, the way someone asks the time.

—Whatever you want —I said.

She shrugged and took a long drink. There were still traces of my semen stuck to her neck, just below her ear, and she didn’t seem to care.

That was how she was. Always smiling, always smiley.