A Night of Surprises

Surprises Can Be Good

My name is Tracy. Odd name for a man, but then I didn't have much choice in the matter 48 years ago. My parents were big fans of Spencer Tracy, and since our last name was Spencer, well, you get the picture.

I work as a systems engineer for a rather large and national company and find myself travelling for roughly 90% of the year. It isn't the kind of life for many people, but it suits me and has afforded me the opportunity to see a good deal of this beautiful country. It does not lend itself to having a wife or family. I have tried many times to maintain a long-term relationship, but the travelling and time away from home always ends up being an issue. After all, who wants to be tied to a man that is almost never home for more than a couple of weeks at a time. I get paid very well and the company pays for my rental cars, flights, and accommodations, but it does leave you lonely and disconnected.

Pittsburgh is home, and I have a beautiful two-bedroom ranch just outside the city that my younger brother and his wife maintain for me while I am out on the road. I pay them a monthly stipend which helps them to get by since both of them juggle nine-to-five jobs and are raising my three nieces and one nephew.

I am currently working on a project for a large financial firm in Dallas and have been here for nearly a month and a half now. Being single and being away from home, I tend to work longer hours during the week and then do the tourist thing on the weekends. I'm not much of a drinker but do go out to the bars occasionally to try and get laid. This job is slated to end next Friday, and then I will finally get to head back home for a couple of weeks. There have been several logistical problems and issues, and the company has been difficult to deal with, so I have not had an opportunity to get out and let loose. But, with the project nearing completion, I find myself with a little more free time.

It was Friday afternoon, and as I was walking out of the job site and heading to my car, I thought to myself that I might just go out tonight and try to get lucky at one of the local bars. I've been so busy the last couple of months, that I have not been able to pursue any female companionship, and my cock was really letting me know that it needed taken care of desperately. So, I put the truck in drive, headed out of the lot and turned towards the apartment that is my temporary home, with the intent to get a shower, grab a bite to eat, and get dressed for a night out.

As soon as I got in the door, I headed straight to the bedroom, undressing as I went. I really needed this shower. Partly to wash off the Texas heat, and partly to wash off the stress of the week. The water felt very soothing cascading over my body, and I could literally feel the stress rolling off my body and down the drain along with the soap bubbles. When I stepped out of the shower, I stopped and took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. Not bad for 48 I thought out loud to myself. I'm five foot ten, about two-hundred pounds, kind of stocky and muscular, bald head, and blessed with a very nice ass. Unfortunately, the nature of my job does not afford me the luxury of getting to the gym as often as I should, and I have a little extra belly than I am happy with. I try to combat the middle-age spread by eating well and walking whenever I can, but life happens. I looked down at the cock hanging between my legs and can already feel the blood starting to cause it to swell in anticipation of getting laid tonight. Most weeks, if it weren't for internet porn, a vivid imagination, and a hand that I am intimately familiar with, it would go neglected.

Not being from here, I was not really familiar with the local night life or privy to what bars would offer me the best chance to get laid, so I decided to just head down to Parkwood Blvd and wander in and out of the bars until I found one that looked promising. By the time I found a place to park that I felt was safe, it was already 9pm. The first couple of bars I found were just not my style as they catered to a much younger crowd with loud, pulsing music that would likely give me a pounding headache and a case of blue balls. The next one was a nice little country western style bar that was populated by a much older crowd that looked as if they came here to drink themselves slowly to death.

That was a hard NO. I finally came to a little bar tucked neatly at the end of a strip mall and I went in. I was surprised by the number of people there, and by the age ranges. In the corner, a nice blues rock band was on the stage playing their set. I quickly scanned the clientele and decided that this may just be the place for me tonight, and I strolled up to the bar to order a beer. I spent the better part of the next couple of hours dancing with a couple of different ladies and drinking more beers than I'd had in quite awhile. The band stopped playing around one and the crowd started thinning down, pairing up, and heading out. By one-thirty, there were only about twenty-five people or so left, and I was really starting to think that it was going to be a bust and that it was once again going to be me and my right hand.

It was then that I felt a hand touch my shoulder and heard her voice ask me if I would allow her to buy me a drink. When I turned to see who my mysterious benefactor with the sweet voice was, I was floored by the beauty that was staring up at my face. She couldn't have been much older than her late 20's, short dark hair, and a very petite body with tiny, little A-cup tits. I accepted her offer, and we sat there at the end of the bar and talked and sipped our drinks until the bartender came over at two-thirty and told us that they would be closing soon. He apparently knew my new friend, because he looked at her and asked her if she was ok and if she needed a ride home.

Before she answered him, she looked over at me and asked, "Do I need a ride home?"

I didn't even have to think about my answer, and I said simply, "I would be more than happy to take you home tonight." Double entendre intended.

She turned back to the bartender and said, "I have a ride tonight, Johnny, Thanks."

I watched her stand, grab her purse, and head towards the ladies' room while I stared at her sexy ass walk across the room. Just then, Johnny leaned over the bar towards me, and he said, "Jules is a good friend of mine. She is a very special girl. She has been through more shit than you can possibly understand, so please don't hurt her."

I looked up into his eyes and I could see the genuine concern in his face, and I told him that I would take very good care of her, and that I would make sure that she made it home safely.

When Jules returned from the bathroom, I stood, and we both headed towards the door and out into the warm Texas night. I don't know what this lovely young girl saw in me, but I certainly was not about to question it.

I said, "I hope you don't mind, I had to park over towards the mall, so we have a little bit of a walk back to the truck."

She gently slid her arm around mine, and said softly, "It's a beautiful night for a walk, and I could certainly do much worse than to be escorted by a handsome and sexy man."

I noticed that her head was barely higher than my shoulder as she leaned over against me and we continued the two mile walk back to my truck, talking about what we did for a living, where we were from, about our families, and places we had been. The conversation flowed so naturally and freely, and it was a very welcome distraction from the last few months. It felt so good to share this type of intimacy with someone, even if we didn't end up sleeping together. I knew that I needed to be totally honest with her, so when we finally reached the truck, I stopped and turned her to face me, and I said, "I am having an amazing night. I would like nothing more than to go back to my apartment, make crazy love together, and curl up and talk together until dawn. But I am only here in Dallas for another week, then I will head back home to Pittsburgh, so I cannot offer you any promises of anything more than this week. I just feel like you need to know that before we go any farther Jules. I can take you back to your place, we can go find an all-night diner and get something to eat, or we can drive out by the lake and curl up and talk. I will understand either way and won't be mad."

She raised up on her toes, leaned in, and kissed me full on the mouth. Her lips were both soft and wet and I eagerly returned her kiss. We stood like that, kissing, for a long time, before she broke off the kiss, turned and opened the door to my truck, and climbed up in the passenger seat. "Your place Tracy."

It was 4am by the time we pulled up in front of my apartment and headed to the door. Between the time we left the bar and arrived back at my place, I had learned that she was 28, she preferred older, more mature men, was in the process of getting her real estate license and was working for a local agent setting up houses and apartments for viewings. She said she loved the work and couldn't wait until she finally got her license. She also alluded to the fact that she had a few bad relationships and for that reason did not date much anymore. Judging by her friend Johnny's concern for her back at the bar, I figured that she was drastically understating just how bad that 'bad' was.

I told her that I too did not date much anymore either. Partly due to the job and being on the road so much, and partly because I, too, had a few failed relationships. I told her about my brother and his family and that I live my 'family' life vicariously through them. I also told her about my ranch back home, and how it was my sanctuary from the stress of everything else in life. I just found that talking to her was the easiest and most natural thing in the world.

I opened the door to the apartment, and she leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek, said simply, "Thank You," and walked in.

I walked over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed two beers out, and then proceeded to give her the three minute tour of my temporary home away from home. It had a large open floor plan with a very nice kitchen on the right and a spacious living room on the left, one door that led to the master bedroom, and one that led into a very well-appointed bathroom, that also had a door that opened into the bedroom. We made our way back to the living room and curled up on the couch to drink our beers and chat. I made a joke as she was taking a pull from her beer, and she ended up spilling some of it down the front of her blouse. She immediately got very flustered and started apologizing repeatedly. I could see that she was quite embarrassed, even as I tried to tell her it wasn't a big deal. I stood up, got her a towel from the kitchen, and after handing it to her, went into the bedroom to retrieve one of my t-shirts for her to put on so that I could wash her blouse.

Taking the t-shirt from me, she excused herself and made her way into the bathroom to change. While she was washing up and changing, I strolled over to the big window of the living room, opened the sliding glass door, and leaned against the frame watching as the first strains of the impending dawn were starting to be visible in the eastern sky. I heard her come out of the bathroom, and when I turned around, I was blown away. She came out wearing my t-shirt, which looked like a dress on her petite body, and obviously without a bra, as I could see her hardened nipples poking at the front of the shirt. Her diminished attire was definitely having the desired effect, and I started to feel the blood fill the shaft of my cock. I couldn't help but stare as she began to slowly walk towards me from across the room.

As she neared me, she raised her head up to look me directly in the eyes and she said, "Judging by the way you are staring at me and the growing bulge in your pants, I take it that you like what you see?"

I reached outward and placed my largish palm against the side of her smooth, unblemished cheek and I said, "That old T-shirt never looked that good on me, and right now, you look absolutely stunning." Then, I leaned forward, gently letting my lips find hers, and started kissing her passionately. She placed one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, and she kissed me back. Not like a first-time lover, but more like two people who have shared a deep long-time relationship. Hard and strong and then slow and gentle and sensual, and needful.

Without warning, she dropped her hands from my body, stepped back, turned, and slowly walked towards the bedroom doorway. I could see the dark outline of her panties through the thin material of the shirt and the round curves of her tiny, petite little ass. My God, my hand is so big that I could easily cup her entire cheek in my meaty grasp. I was mesmerized.

I started to walk towards her and when she got to the frame of the door, she turned towards me, lowered her eyes towards the floor, and she said, "Are you sure this is what you want? I'm different than most girls and I have been hurt really badly in the past. She raised her eyes back up at mine and she continued, "I trust you. Not just that you won't hurt me, but also that you will be a gentle and caring lover."

I didn't say a word, I simply took the last few steps towards her, reached down and cupped her ass and lifted her up and against me. She was so light and delicate, and I felt her legs slowly wrap around my waist as she leaned back in and started kissing me as I finished carrying her to the end of the bed. I sat her down on the edge of the bed, took a step backwards and started to take my shirt off. I felt her hands fumbling with my belt and the top button of my jeans while my cock strained and throbbed, aching to be free from my suddenly too tight garments. Now that my shirt lie in a pile on the floor, I looked down to watch her expertly slide my pants down and grab my cock with her slight hands through the silky material of my briefs. I know that I am bigger than a lot of guys, but I really don't consider myself huge or 'hung' by any stretch of the imagination. But, when she yanked my underwear down and my throbbing dick sprang back up to hit her in the side of the face, I swear it looked like a fucking monster next to her mouth.

Her hand could barely wrap around the shaft, and she looked up and straight into my eyes and said, "It's so big, and hard, and beautiful. You are the biggest one that I've ever had baby."

The look on her face and in her eyes told me that she was not just feeding my ego but was genuinely entranced by the meat dangling before her eyes. I guess that foreplay was over because she suddenly opened her mouth and wrapped her soft, supple lips around the head and started sucking my cock like it was the last meal she would ever have. I was in sensory overload as her head bobbed up and down getting it slick and wet and the feeling of the fat, bulbous head hitting the back of her throat. If she kept this up, I was not going to last very long at all and would soon be filling her mouth with my hot, salty semen. I needed to stop her before that happened, because at 48, my recovery time is not what it used to be, and I needed to feel my cock slide into her and fill her lithe little body up. So, regrettably, I stepped back, feeling my cock slide from her warm, wet, hungry mouth. It was my turn to return the favor for her and lick her sweet little pussy.

She was still wearing my T-shirt, which is so fucking sexy to me. I lowered myself down to my knees in front of her on the bed and I started kissing her and playing with her sexy, tiny little titties through the shirt and feeling the nipples harden as I squeezed and mauled them in my big hands. I slid my right hand up her hip and grabbed the silky material in my fingers and followed with my left as she reached down, grabbed the sides of the T-shirt and lifted it up over her head. Her tits were perfect. Firm and small with beautiful nipples that were already hard from my previous ministrations. Finally, here they were, right in front of me for my eyes and lips to feast upon, and so I lowered my head to the right nipple and took it into my mouth while flicking it with my tongue. With both hands, I yanked her panties down to her knees while continuing my oral assault on her breasts. My lips were steadily kissing their way down her body slowly, tantalizingly. When I moved my hand to start playing with her pussy, my hand bumped up against something hard and fleshy. When I looked down, there sticking up just inches from my face was a rock hard 5- or 6-inch penis where I had anticipated her pussy to be. I was so startled by this revelation that I fell backwards in a pile on my ass in shock.

She immediately pulled her legs up and scrabbled up to the top of the bed where she curled up with a look of terror on her face. Suddenly, everything about the night came into clear focus, I was still fucked up, but I now understood. When Johnny warned me at the bar and Jules told me that she had been hurt before, they meant that she had been beaten before and not heartbroken. I had just assumed the latter and I now knew that, as I looked up and saw the shear look of terror on her face. I was so wrapped up in myself and in getting laid, that I failed to see the signs all night.

"Please don't hit me", she said through tears. "I can just get my clothes and call a cab."

I slowly pulled myself to my feet and instantly felt such absolute sorrow for her and the things she must have endured before. "It's ok Jules." I said, as sympathetically as I could. "I would never do anything to hurt you. It's my fault really. I missed the signs. I just saw the chance to make love with a beautiful, young girl and suddenly the little head took over the thinking."

I saw her visibly relax and sit up against the headboard of the bed, eyes still glistening with the tears that were there a moment ago, and she said, "Your little head may be smaller than the one on your shoulders, but it is certainly not little and it is still hard as a rock baby. "Look, I know I'm not exactly what you were expecting, but I feel bad that I got you all worked up. If you'd like, I can still help take care of you. I promise that no one else will ever know, and you don't have to touch mine, I can take care of it myself later. I am every bit as horny as you are, and I'd really like to still make love to you." Talking so fast now, her words were almost running together as she tried to convince me to follow through with our original plans.

I could tell she was telling the truth as I looked down and could see her little cock getting harder and harder, until it was sticking straight out in front of her. I was completely torn at this point. I've never been with anyone like her before, but she was right, I was so fucking horny and needing to cum right now, that it wasn't even funny. Most girls would never dream of letting me fuck them in the ass with my thick cock, and here she was telling me that it was ok and that she indeed wanted me to do just that. Besides, she did say that I didn't have to touch her dick. It's not like anyone but her and I would ever know. As I was running over the positives and negatives in my head, I was quickly coming to the conclusion that the only negative was the stigma of me knowing that she also had a dick. I guess tonight was going to be a night of firsts for me.

I think that she could see the war going on inside my head and she was determined to end that war as she crawled across the bed, opened her mouth, and let my hard cock slide between the soft lips of her warm mouth. And as she started sucking it wetly, making slurping noises, my eyes rolled up into my head, and my mind lost the battle as surely as if I'd thrown up the white flag. I watched her ass moving with the rhythm of her as her mouth bobbed up and down the length of my shaft trying to get it deeper down her tiny throat. Her mouth felt amazing wrapped around my thick cock, sucking it harder and harder and faster and faster, craving the hot, thick, white prize that she wanted so badly.

Instinctively, I reached down and put my hand against her beautiful face that was crammed full of my dick, and I said, "Jules honey, if you don't stop, I am going to shoot a week's worth of my cum into your sweet mouth. I am so close to cumming baby."

She pulled back a little, wrapped her tiny hand around my balls and the base of my dick and sucked even harder. I was too far gone, like a train out of control, and I felt jet after jet shooting into her warm mouth with a much-needed release. I could hear the sloppy wet sound as she wantonly swallowed every drop of my load and started licking it off the shaft, making sure not to miss a drop. She looked straight up into my face and said in the sexiest voice, "I love the taste of cum and you gave me a really big mouthful baby." Then she leaned back, giggling, and her little cock bobbed back and forth with every burst of laughter, which caused me to start laughing as well.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked down, and where my cock should have been starting to droop, it was still hard as a rock and wanting more. I normally need a good fifteen or twenty minutes to recuperate afterwards, but here I was amped up for round two.

Jules must have noticed it too because her eyes got wide and her jaw dropped open, and she purred when she said, "It looks like I'm really turning you on love. A man's cock never lies, and right now, yours is telling me that you want to fuck me. Is that what you want Tracy? Do you want to slide your big, thick cock into my little, tiny ass and stretch it like no man ever has? Do you want to unload another hot load of cum inside me? Do you want to hear me beg for it? Do you want to look down and see that monster buried inside me, making me moan and call your name?"

When I just stood there speechless, staring at her, she leapt forward, grabbed my still partially wet cock, and started to slowly slide her hand up and down it. She eased up to her knees and I felt her cock against mine as she continued stroking both of us together and leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. Our tongues suddenly dancing between each other's mouths, and I swear I could taste a hint of my own cum on her lips and inside her mouth. She broke the kiss slightly and I could hear her whisper, "Tell me what you want baby. Tell me what you want to do with me." And then her lips once again found mine, while she kept jacking us both in her tiny hand.

I reluctantly broke our kiss and the grip she had on our cocks, and I moved to the side of the bed and grabbed the lube from off the nightstand. I opened the cap while moving back to the foot of the bed, and I let her watch me slather it all up and down my shaft from tip to base. Then I looked at her in those beautiful eyes and I said the words that she seemed to desperately want to hear. "I want to fuck you Jules. I want to watch my cock stretch you open, and I want to feel it buried deep inside of you. Is that what you want Jules? You want to feel me explode deep inside of you and fill you with my hot load of cum?"

"Mmmmm, yes love, that is exactly what I want", she purred seductively. "But, please take it easy and go slow until I get used to the size."

She turned around and backed up to the edge of the bed as I poured a generous dollop of lube on her puckered little hole as it was jutting up suggestively at my engorged meat. From this angle, I could see her balls and cock dangling down as she lowered her head onto the bed in anticipation of the fucking that she knew was coming. I pushed forward slowly trying to get the bulbous head of my dick through her tight little rosebud. Finally, I felt it give way and the head disappeared into her with a pop, and she raised her head and said, "Oh my god baby, you're so fucking big!"

I looked down and I looked obscenely huge inside of her. Slowly, I started to ease myself into her a little at a time. I was so horny and turned on, that I could feel my dick swelling even more than normal and I kept pushing until I felt my hips meet the back of her petite, little ass. I did it, I was finally buried inside of her, and she was so impossibly tight. I didn't want to hurt her, but it was all I could do to not just start pounding her stretched out little ass for all I was worth. I reached down with both of my big hands and gripped her hips and slowly started to slide in and out, feeling it start to move more easily inside of her. Her moans were only fueling my animal passion. The heat and the suction on my dick were out of this world as I started to build up a steady rhythm back and forth. I saw her hand slip underneath her, and I knew that she was stroking herself to the pace of my fucking and I started to pick up the pace, feeling myself bottom out at the end of every stroke.

"Oh my god Tracy! Oh my god. I have never been so full of cock before, and it feels like absolute heaven baby. Fuck me. Please don't stop. I needed this more than you know love! FUCK ME HARD!"

Hearing her small voice saying those things to me just made me start drilling her relentlessly in and out for all I was worth. I started sweating and grunting, and I knew that my second orgasm of the night was not far off.

"Jules, baby, you are so fucking tight and sexy, and I am going to cum soon. I am going to pump every single drop of my scalding, hot cum straight into the deepest part of you. Oh, fuck baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes Jules! I'm cumming!"

It felt like every single ounce of my energy was being shot straight out of the end of my cock and straight into her tiny little asshole and I kept going until I felt it starting to finally go down. Slowly my cock slid out of her with a wet plop, and a slow stream of my semen started to leak from that sweet little hole that I had just fucked.

I crawled up on the bed beside her, still sweating and breathing hard, and collapsed onto my side facing her. She dropped to her side facing me, eyes all glassy and teary, and she reached her hand up to the side of my face gently and said, "Tracy, that was the best, most amazing fuck I've ever had. Thank you. More than you can ever know, thank you."

I realized at that point that her cock was still hard as a rock. She still had not came once, and I had just had the pleasure of my second really hard orgasm of the night. Suddenly, I started to feel very selfish. She began to roll over towards the side of the bed to get up, and she turned and said, "I'll be right back love. I need to go to the little girls' room, get cleaned up, and take care of this." As she pointed towards her penis.

I was completely conflicted at this point. I felt guilty and selfish and sad. I completely surprised myself by saying, "Jules, don't go. I can stroke it off for you if you would let me?"

"Tracy, you don't have to. I told you earlier that you didn't have to touch it if you didn't want to. You don't have to do it because you feel bad for me. You have given me an amazing night, and I know and completely appreciate that it isn't what you had planned."

"Jules, honey, I think I would like to try. I think I actually... want to feel it in my hand and give you some of the pleasure that you have so unselfishly given to me."

She burst into a big, infectious smile and said, "Tracy Spencer, you sure are having a big night of firsts. This girl would be honored to have you jack my cock off." Then she laughed out loud, laid back down with her head and shoulders propped up on the pillow and her stiff little dick sticking straight up in the air, begging for a release.

I couldn't help but smile at her gentle teasing of me. I must seem as awkward as a teen virgin. So, I eased down the bed so I could easily stroke her, my head only inches from her little pecker. I think because inside, part of me wanted to see her cum. To see the head swell and turn purple, and then spit it's load out spurt after spurt. I had never touched any other cock in my life but my own, and here I was moving my hand up to touch the one before me. This was definitely not where I expected the night to lead when I walked out the door earlier tonight. So, I reached towards it slowly, and when my fingers finally touched it, it jumped and bobbed, and I quickly pulled my hand back, which caused another laugh from Jules.

"Honey, its no different than the one between your legs, albeit smaller, but nonetheless it works the same. Just stroke it like you would your own if you hadn't had the pleasure of meeting me tonight", she again laughed.

I felt like a small boy who was just discovering for the first time that it felt good to touch it. I reached back out and wrapped by big fingers around it for the first time. It was so hard, and it felt odd in my hands as I began sliding my hand up and down, watching as the helmet got tight on every downstroke. Deep inside, I was mesmerized and strangely turned on as I watched her cock so closely and continued pumping up and down. I could hear her moans, and it emboldened me to experiment a little with my strokes. Slowing down and speeding up, twisting my hand around it as I stroked, and watching as the end started to turn red and swell in my hands a bit. I let go of her shaft and cupped her tiny balls in my palm and gently rolled them around and pulled on them, which elicited more moans from her.

I have no idea where the idea came from, but after staring at it and playing with it for the last fifteen minutes and hearing her moans and cries for release, I suddenly wanted to wrap my lips around it and taste it. So, I looked up into her beautiful face staring down at me, and I asked, "Can I try and suck it for you?"

Again, this brought another round of laughter from her. "Yes baby. I was hoping you would ask. But I must warn you, I haven't cum in well over a month, so it may be more than you can handle your first time." And she reached her hand down and caressed the side of my head while steadily and gently pushing my head closer to the end of her throbbing, rock hard, little cock. "I'll let you know when I am close, and you can pull off and finish me with your hand."

"I've never done this before Jules, but I want to try. What if I suck at it?"

This brought more roars of laughter, and she said, "I hope you do baby, I hope you do! I'm sorry love, I'm not trying to make fun of you. I'm sure you have had plenty of blowjobs in your life. Just do what you like done to yours and it'll be fine. Please. I need to cum so bad baby."

I could see the trail of precum glistening on the head of her dick, and I finally took the plunge, leaned in and licked up the shaft to get a taste of my first ever cock. I was surprised that the taste wasn't bad at all. Kind of salty and slimy and warm, but not at all what I expected. I can't say that it was delicious, but I really don't understand why so many women refuse to or do not like it at all.

I slowly opened my mouth and let it slide between my lips until little more than the head was inside and started a slow sucking motion up and down, taking more of it deeper as I went. This brought a huge moan from Jules, and she placed both hands on my head and started thrusting up and down into my open mouth. It was making me so hot to know that I was obviously pleasing her with my newly acquired cocksucking talents. Soon she had the entire length of her cock buried in my wet, sucking mouth and was slowly fucking my face and heading towards a powerful and crashing explosion.

"Oh, fuck baby! That feels so good. Suck it harder Tracy. I am so close to cumming! Please-e-e-e-e-e-e-e don't stop yet!"

This emboldened me to suck her cock even harder. I moved it around in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, and alternated side to side, feeling it every time that it hit the side of the inside of my cheek. I reached up with my right hand, squeezed the shaft tight and started jacking her off at the same time I was sucking it in and out. I knew she had to be close by the way that she was starting to thrash around on the bed underneath me.

Then it happened. She screamed, "Pull off now baby, or I'm going to shoot every fucking hot drop of my load straight into your wonderful mouth!"

Part of me wanted to stop and just watch her shoot it across her belly and those beautiful tits, but part of me wanted her to finish in my mouth like she had done for me. Before I could decide one way or the other, I felt her body stiffen, and then I literally felt her load barreling up the underside of her shaft with my tongue, and then jet after jet of hot, thick semen hit the back of my throat. It caught me totally by surprise as another shot hit the top of my mouth. I could hear her in the throughs of bliss, and it made me keep my mouth locked on her hard rod as she continued to empty every drop of her cum in my still sucking mouth.

"Oh FUCK, Oh FUCK, Oh FUCK! I am going to cum-m-m-m-m-m-m! Take my fucking load baby. Take it all. Drink that hot fucking cum", she screamed while holding my head on her pulsating and exploding cock.

The first couple of shots went straight down my throat and I didn't even get to taste it, but the subsequent shots were so thick that it began filling my mouth, and I could taste the salty, slightly bitter taste. There was so much cum, that it started to leak from the sides of my mouth faster than I could swallow it. She finally let go of my head, and when I slid my mouth off the end of her still semi-hard cock, I could see streams of her cum running down her shaft and starting to pool at the base. I swallowed what was still left in my mouth and started to lap up the remaining semen with my tongue, making sure to clean her up good.

Through panting breaths, she looked down at me and said, "I'm sorry baby. It just felt so incredible that I couldn't stop. Please tell me you're not mad. Although, you do look so fucking hot with my load all over your lips and chin."

"I'm not angry Jules. Totally surprised by the amount of cum, but you did warn me. Not sure that I can say it tasted great, but I can say it wasn't that bad, and I am happy that I was able to bring you some of the pleasure that you gave me baby."

"Thank you, Tracy. Nobody has ever made love to me or made me feel so amazing as you did tonight. You are exactly the kind of man that I hope to fall in love with, one day. I'm sorry that I wasn't the girl that you were hoping to be with tonight, but I am so grateful that you shared it with me anyway."

I slid back up the bed to lay beside her tiny body and leaned in to give her a kiss. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes as surely as it must be in my own, and I suggested that we curl up and get a couple of hours of sleep. With that, she rolled over with her back to me and curled deeply into my body as I slid my arm around her little frame protectively, and that brought a low murmur of contentment from her lips.

I lay there for a few minutes reflecting on the night and of all the new and different experiences I had. It was truly a night of firsts for me. I could smell the sweet smell of whatever shampoo she had used, the subtle perfume she wore, and could feel the warmth of her naked skin nestled tightly against me. What other surprises and memories would the next week bring? Whatever the week would bring, I was ready to find out. And with that, I finally closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.