An Unexpected Surprise

There I was in a Village bar nursing a beer and contemplating yet one more
lonely weekend since Christy and I had broken up, I’d had three horny weeks of
solitude and it was starting to get to me. I was so absorbed in my self pity, I
hardly noticed the foxy redhead next to me. In fact, it took a few seconds to
respond to her comment in a deep throaty purr, “A girl does get thirsty around
here.”
I focused on a pale pretty face with a bit too much eye makeup and a
carefully painted crimson pout. She grinned and repeated, “Well, are you buying
this thirsty girl a drink or what?” After two White Russians, Karla seemed very
relaxed and very ready to be fucked.
So it didn’t take too much persuasion to bring her back to my apartment. In
the cab, she reached over to explore my crotch into hardness and planted a kiss
on my cheek. Needless to say, by this time her small firm tits and big blue eyes
were distinctly turning me on.
I hardly had a chance to put on some mood music before Karla came up behind
me, running her hands slowly and sensuously up and down my chest, reaching under
my T-shirt to tantalizingly play with my nipples. I was a bit taken aback by
her erotic aggressiveness, but the tingle of her fingertips was very sweet.
Kissing her open red lips, her musky perfume enveloped me. The second I touched
her tits she arched backwards, filling my hands with her tiny pointy breasts.
I took off her shirt and her very low cut lacy brassiere was straight out of
a porno spread. Her breasts made up for their lack of size in their amazing
responsiveness, her nipples growing rock hard and rigid beneath my probing
tongue.
By the time she unzipped my fly, my cock was bursting. She got right down to
business, and began hungrily licking my dick. Karla had no trouble swallowing
all of me as she buried my cock in her mouth. I came almost immediately and sure
enough, she swallowed all my load. But when I tried to unsnap her jeans, Karla
surprisingly scooted out of reach.
“Baby, I sure hope you re not going to get mad,” she began, suddenly
switching to demure damsel. “I just may not be what you think. With that, she
slowly lowered her jeans, revealing a lacy bikini that matched her discarded bra.
I certainly wasn’t expecting her well-formed cock that sprang out.
“I’ll leave, if that’s what you want,” she quietly said. I lay back,
stunned, on the pillows looking at the naked woman before me, long red curls,
tear-filled eyes and a young man’s genitals.
As if sensing my hesitations, Karla kissed me and once again her perfume
sent me reeling. As our tongues lazily dueled, my hard-on grew and curiously, I
grabbed hold of her cock pressing against my leg. I just couldn’t bring myself
to suck her off, but as her moans increased so did my sure strokes, and as she
quivered and exploded, she came just like a girl… all soft moans and tremors.
Some more kissing and fondling, and she certainly felt as smooth and soft as
a young woman. Not a trace of hair under her arms, or her cheeks, and certainly
none on her long shapely legs.

So when Karla bent over, and offered me her creamy white ass, I couldn’t
help but respond. But before I plunged into things she deftly slipped a condom
on me and proceeded to sensuously grease my cock with KY Jelly.
Hesitantly, I pressed my prick up against her asshole. It quivered in
response, as though it were reaching out to suck me into its inner reaches. I
pressed more and it parted, letting me in. I felt its warm, firm walls grip and
hold onto me as I went in deeper and deeper. It was a new sensation fucking her
in the ass, something I’d never done before with anyone. The sensation of her
ass gripping my cock was sublime, tighter and better then any cunt I’d ever
fucked.
Once I was all the way in and I realized she wanted me to fuck her hard, I
really got into it. After all, if this was the way she usually got fucked, she
must be able to take it. So I pulled back, pressed forward, and began pounding
with all of my might. I rode her hard and fast, and just as I began to spurt, I
realized Karla was shooting a matching wad.
As she nestled up into my arms, Karla recounted her weird tale. At ten, she
wore miniskirts and played with dolls. At thirteen she was shaving her legs and
wearing makeup. Every cent that came her way she saved for medical treatment,
thus her pretty little tits.
“And the only time anyone knows is when I want them to,” Karla whispered.
Apparently, she’d become so adept at “passing” that no one in her office where
she worked suspected a thing.
Before our night was over, Karla had resucked me to hardness and we shared
one more adventure of back door bliss. Karla was such an expert massaging me
with her sphincter muscles that I totally forgot it was a man I was banging—with
her whispering sweet nothings and her totally feminine ways she rivaled any
girl.
I’d like to say I was man enough to have seen her again, but one brief
steamy night together satiated me. I’d never had a more experienced or
erotically arousing lover then Karla, but I guess I’m really just an ordinary
guy who just prefers an old-fashioned fuck.