David Takes a Vacation

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

She did her best, I'll give her that. She was on the down stroke when the first blast hit and it went straight down her throat and into her belly. Fortunately she was not taking a breath at the time. Semen is one thing you do NOT want to aspirate. The head of my cock was right at the deepest point in her mouth and I held her there while my cock fired a torrent of thick salty seminal fluid into her alimentary canal.

I let go of her head and she came up for air, gasping, as my launcher fired another volley that caught her square in the face. She was still stroking me with her hands and I was still cumming. She plunged her mouth back onto my jerking spitting trouser snake and tried to swallow the tsunami of semen coming her way. She couldn't do it. Cum leaked out around her lips and came out of her nostrils in spite of her heroic efforts.

Awareness began to return as I came down from my orgasmic high and I noticed that Amy had a hand between her legs and she was frigging her pussy to froth while the last dregs of my seminal explosion were dripping onto her tongue. She was cumming. Giving me a blow job had really turned her on. That caused my cock to give a jerk and spit one last measure of my manly essence. It continued to jerk but there was nothing left to ejaculate. I was spent.

Now, I was the rag doll. I barely noticed as Amy finished her orgasm and turned her body around to put her face next to mine. She smelled like the booths of those adult arcades I'd frequented as a young man – she smelled like cock juice. I smiled and pulled her face to mine for a kiss. She resisted for just a moment – after all, there was still semen in her mouth – but then she gave in and we swapped my bodily fluids freely for a few minutes. I licked her face clean of my excrescence. Then I kissed her again.

"We need a shower, Ms. Lucella."

She laughed. "Yes, I believe you are right, Mr. Donaldson."

"Shall we?"

"We'd be fools not to."

And, so we did. We showered. I fucked her in the shower. We cleaned up again. We got out. We had some drinks. I fucked her on the sofa. Finally, we were both sore and as the saying goes, fucked out. She dressed, in spite of my offer to have her sleep over, and having kissed me thoroughly at the door, refused my offer to walk her back to her place, and left.

I went to bed, sleeping on the wet spot. I had some great dreams. And when I got up about mid-morning the next day, there was a note under my door.

"Dear David,

Last night was wonderful. You are an incredible lover and I have never felt so much pleasure in my life. But, on the walk back to my suite, I did some thinking. I don't know what happened to me yesterday or what, if any, part you played in it. But everything is different for me now. I have to find out what happened or at least try. I am leaving the resort this morning and flying home on the next available flight. I want to see a doctor I know at the and try to determine if this is real.

Please don't think that my disappearance is in any way about me running away from you. Far from it. I would love to spend more time in your company. You are more than just a wonderful lover. We had a delightful evening aside from that and I would be happy to repeat it another time.

But for now, dear David, I must have some answers.

Affectionately Yours,

Amy"

"Well," I said aloud to the empty room, "that was unexpected."

And then I made coffee, a vague smile on my face, and thought to myself, "no good deed goes unpunished."