ffreak
old man
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For dragonhearted
It was a really hot day on the island; even the customary breeze off the ocean seemed too hot to move. We were on our way back from lunch, which we only pieced at, when my dragon hearted love decided she wanted some ice cream.
“What flavor do you want?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t know; chocolate or strawberry. Hey, you know what I do want? I want some of that chocolate syrup, you know, like you use to make chocolate milk? It doesn’t get hard when you pour it over ice cream.”
“OK,” I said, “so are you going to get chocolate and pour more chocolate over it, or are you going to get strawberry and pour chocolate over that?”
“Oh yeah, that sounds good, mixing them,” she said.
I stopped at the little grocers and ran inside, leaving her in the air conditioned truck.
When I climbed back into the cab, she was sitting there, her bikini bottom untied and her legs spread, trying to get more of the air across her wet pussy. I wondered if the wet little drops I could see were sweat or something sweeter.
I pulled across the street into the drive-up lane of the ice cream shack.
“You better close up there or you’ll be giving some kid a heat stroke if he sees you.”
She smirked at me and drew the strings back over her hips and put one of her heels against the material to hold it up.
I ordered two triples; one chocolate, and one strawberry. I handed both to her so I could drive.
“So do I get to eat from both of these?
“If you want, but if you’ll give me a minute, I’ll make them even better.”
I drove to the gate; it’s on a side of the property I hadn’t taken her to before. I had to get out and unlock it, move the truck inside and then go lock it again.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“At the point,” I said, “no one can get down here unless they hike over land they’re not supposed to be on.”
I drove around a bend and stopped the truck.
“OK, here’s your treat.”
I pulled the two syrup containers from the bag, one chocolate and one strawberry.
“You got both? Cool!” she said.
I reached behind her and untied her top. When I pulled it away from her, I pushed her hands against her so the ice cream mashed into both her breasts.
“Oh, that’ll cool me off all right, why’d you do that?”
“Anything that gets on you, I get to lick off,” I said.
“Well why didn’t you say so,” she said, and then she bit the bottoms from both cones and grinned at me.
I finished opening the top of the chocolate. Since she was holding the strawberry ice cream in her left hand, I up ended the bottle over that.
“Whoa, boy,” she said.
I followed her, covering the ice cream completely, and overflowing her hand, chocolate dripping onto her leg. Then I poured the rest of it over her breast.
“Oh man, that’s not actually cold, not hot, but not cold.”
“Try it,” I said.
She took a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry ice cream.
“Mmm,” she said and nodded, the two colors on her lips.
Then I opened the strawberry syrup.
“Are you going to do the same thing?”
“Yep,” I said, and tipped the bottle over the chocolate ice cream, doing the same thing, covering all of the ice cream until red syrup was flowing over her hand and then pouring the rest of it over her right breast.
“Oh God that feels wickedly good,” she said.
“That was the idea,” I said, “try the other now.”
She took a bite of the strawberry covered chocolate. Her lips show the darker red this time.
“Mmm, they’re both good,” she said, “want to taste?”
“Of course,” I said, and bent down and took a nipple in my mouth.
“Oh, well, that’s an idea, too,” she said.
Her hand must have moved by instinct, because I felt the cold wet of her ice cream hit my cheek.
I decided to try the other flavor and went for her other nipple.
“Um, keep that up, big boy and we’re going to have ice cream all over your clothes,” she said.
“I can fix that,” I said, and pulled not only my shirt off, but my swim trunks too.
She looked at my hard cock, a drop of pre cum already glistening on the end, and said, “Oh yum, do I get to taste that?”
“Only after I get it coated”, I said, planning on eating her first.
Instead, she plunged both cones at my cock, wiping the slick freezing concoctions from one end to the other.
“OK,” she said, “can I taste it now?”
I laughed. “Be my guest,” I said and pulled her down on the seat and straddled her breasts.
She leaned her head up and I aimed my shaft for her mouth. She licked the tip.
“Mmm,” she said, and then took the entire knob in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl around it.
“Taste good?” I asked.
“Uh mmph,” she said.
It felt pretty damn good to me, even if my butt was sliding around on her gooey breasts.
She gave a valiant try for a couple of minutes, but the position was too awkward and she finally gave up.
“That was great, hon,” I said, “Now I want a taste.”
I scooted back down her body, pushing the syrups as I went. When I got up and looked, I had gathered a good amount of topping on her tummy. I scooped it to her pussy and massaged it all over and into the edge of her lips. Looking up, I saw her licking at the ice cream cones.
“Let me have one of those, hon,” I said.
She handed me the strawberry coated chocolate. I dumped it on her tummy, at which she let out a gasp, and proceeded to rub it on her pussy while I pumped a finger in and out of her.
“Oh, shit, that’s cold,” she said, “and it’s making me hot as hell, baby.”
I started licking her while I continued to work the cream into her body.
“Yes,” she hissed, lifting her hips from the seat.
She tasted very good. The creamy chocolate, a little of the dark chocolate syrup, lots of the sweet red strawberry syrup, and another headier flavor, almost like a touch of citrus and vanilla; like I said, very good, and very distinctive. It’s funny how different things remind us of different people. I was always going to be able to remember this flavor as hers. I was sure that every time I though of her, I would remember how she tasted right then. Of course my hands kneading the soft flesh of her butt while I buried my mouth in her pussy and she tried to twist around in my grip helped reinforce the image for me too.
She was repeating herself, “Yes,” she hissed, “yes, yes, yes.”
When she started bucking uncontrollably against me, I tried to drink down any of her juices I could find. She finally settled down and I swung up and guided my cock right at her dripping pussy. But she beat me to the draw and shoved the ice cream from the other cone around me just as I slipped into her. Immediately she locked her ankles behind me and we set up a steady rhythm.
She was right, the ice cream was intensely cold and the feel of it running over my cock as I slipped back and forth in her hot pussy was wild.
“Yeah, babydoll,” I said, “this is great.”
“Of course it is,” she said, “kiss me, silly.”
That sounded good to me, so I kissed her all over her face until she was laughing hysterically and trying to slam my butt into her pussy with her heels.
I managed to pull her up and rock back on my knees while I kissed her like she really meant full on the lips, and plunged my tongue into her mouth. Now the only sounds we made were moans and the sticky slap of me going in and out of her soaking pussy.
From the new position, she was able to grind herself against me better and we both had to break the kiss as the juicy concoction began to thicken and provide more friction and more heat to our intimate embrace.
Sparks began to appear behind my eyes and bloom into fireworks as she tightened her grip on me and we both came. My cock pumped its cream into her as her muscles fluttered my length, pulling and sucking the last of my essence into hers.
We sat for a while, sweating in the air conditioning.
“Your truck,” she said, “your poor, sticky truck.”
“I know where there’s a faucet out here,” I said, “Besides, I think it might be fun washing the truck out in the nude.”
-FF (hope you liked it, I did)
ps. oh, KHAN-E, wonder what your favorite flavor could be? Something exotic?
It was a really hot day on the island; even the customary breeze off the ocean seemed too hot to move. We were on our way back from lunch, which we only pieced at, when my dragon hearted love decided she wanted some ice cream.
“What flavor do you want?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t know; chocolate or strawberry. Hey, you know what I do want? I want some of that chocolate syrup, you know, like you use to make chocolate milk? It doesn’t get hard when you pour it over ice cream.”
“OK,” I said, “so are you going to get chocolate and pour more chocolate over it, or are you going to get strawberry and pour chocolate over that?”
“Oh yeah, that sounds good, mixing them,” she said.
I stopped at the little grocers and ran inside, leaving her in the air conditioned truck.
When I climbed back into the cab, she was sitting there, her bikini bottom untied and her legs spread, trying to get more of the air across her wet pussy. I wondered if the wet little drops I could see were sweat or something sweeter.
I pulled across the street into the drive-up lane of the ice cream shack.
“You better close up there or you’ll be giving some kid a heat stroke if he sees you.”
She smirked at me and drew the strings back over her hips and put one of her heels against the material to hold it up.
I ordered two triples; one chocolate, and one strawberry. I handed both to her so I could drive.
“So do I get to eat from both of these?
“If you want, but if you’ll give me a minute, I’ll make them even better.”
I drove to the gate; it’s on a side of the property I hadn’t taken her to before. I had to get out and unlock it, move the truck inside and then go lock it again.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“At the point,” I said, “no one can get down here unless they hike over land they’re not supposed to be on.”
I drove around a bend and stopped the truck.
“OK, here’s your treat.”
I pulled the two syrup containers from the bag, one chocolate and one strawberry.
“You got both? Cool!” she said.
I reached behind her and untied her top. When I pulled it away from her, I pushed her hands against her so the ice cream mashed into both her breasts.
“Oh, that’ll cool me off all right, why’d you do that?”
“Anything that gets on you, I get to lick off,” I said.
“Well why didn’t you say so,” she said, and then she bit the bottoms from both cones and grinned at me.
I finished opening the top of the chocolate. Since she was holding the strawberry ice cream in her left hand, I up ended the bottle over that.
“Whoa, boy,” she said.
I followed her, covering the ice cream completely, and overflowing her hand, chocolate dripping onto her leg. Then I poured the rest of it over her breast.
“Oh man, that’s not actually cold, not hot, but not cold.”
“Try it,” I said.
She took a bite of the chocolate covered strawberry ice cream.
“Mmm,” she said and nodded, the two colors on her lips.
Then I opened the strawberry syrup.
“Are you going to do the same thing?”
“Yep,” I said, and tipped the bottle over the chocolate ice cream, doing the same thing, covering all of the ice cream until red syrup was flowing over her hand and then pouring the rest of it over her right breast.
“Oh God that feels wickedly good,” she said.
“That was the idea,” I said, “try the other now.”
She took a bite of the strawberry covered chocolate. Her lips show the darker red this time.
“Mmm, they’re both good,” she said, “want to taste?”
“Of course,” I said, and bent down and took a nipple in my mouth.
“Oh, well, that’s an idea, too,” she said.
Her hand must have moved by instinct, because I felt the cold wet of her ice cream hit my cheek.
I decided to try the other flavor and went for her other nipple.
“Um, keep that up, big boy and we’re going to have ice cream all over your clothes,” she said.
“I can fix that,” I said, and pulled not only my shirt off, but my swim trunks too.
She looked at my hard cock, a drop of pre cum already glistening on the end, and said, “Oh yum, do I get to taste that?”
“Only after I get it coated”, I said, planning on eating her first.
Instead, she plunged both cones at my cock, wiping the slick freezing concoctions from one end to the other.
“OK,” she said, “can I taste it now?”
I laughed. “Be my guest,” I said and pulled her down on the seat and straddled her breasts.
She leaned her head up and I aimed my shaft for her mouth. She licked the tip.
“Mmm,” she said, and then took the entire knob in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl around it.
“Taste good?” I asked.
“Uh mmph,” she said.
It felt pretty damn good to me, even if my butt was sliding around on her gooey breasts.
She gave a valiant try for a couple of minutes, but the position was too awkward and she finally gave up.
“That was great, hon,” I said, “Now I want a taste.”
I scooted back down her body, pushing the syrups as I went. When I got up and looked, I had gathered a good amount of topping on her tummy. I scooped it to her pussy and massaged it all over and into the edge of her lips. Looking up, I saw her licking at the ice cream cones.
“Let me have one of those, hon,” I said.
She handed me the strawberry coated chocolate. I dumped it on her tummy, at which she let out a gasp, and proceeded to rub it on her pussy while I pumped a finger in and out of her.
“Oh, shit, that’s cold,” she said, “and it’s making me hot as hell, baby.”
I started licking her while I continued to work the cream into her body.
“Yes,” she hissed, lifting her hips from the seat.
She tasted very good. The creamy chocolate, a little of the dark chocolate syrup, lots of the sweet red strawberry syrup, and another headier flavor, almost like a touch of citrus and vanilla; like I said, very good, and very distinctive. It’s funny how different things remind us of different people. I was always going to be able to remember this flavor as hers. I was sure that every time I though of her, I would remember how she tasted right then. Of course my hands kneading the soft flesh of her butt while I buried my mouth in her pussy and she tried to twist around in my grip helped reinforce the image for me too.
She was repeating herself, “Yes,” she hissed, “yes, yes, yes.”
When she started bucking uncontrollably against me, I tried to drink down any of her juices I could find. She finally settled down and I swung up and guided my cock right at her dripping pussy. But she beat me to the draw and shoved the ice cream from the other cone around me just as I slipped into her. Immediately she locked her ankles behind me and we set up a steady rhythm.
She was right, the ice cream was intensely cold and the feel of it running over my cock as I slipped back and forth in her hot pussy was wild.
“Yeah, babydoll,” I said, “this is great.”
“Of course it is,” she said, “kiss me, silly.”
That sounded good to me, so I kissed her all over her face until she was laughing hysterically and trying to slam my butt into her pussy with her heels.
I managed to pull her up and rock back on my knees while I kissed her like she really meant full on the lips, and plunged my tongue into her mouth. Now the only sounds we made were moans and the sticky slap of me going in and out of her soaking pussy.
From the new position, she was able to grind herself against me better and we both had to break the kiss as the juicy concoction began to thicken and provide more friction and more heat to our intimate embrace.
Sparks began to appear behind my eyes and bloom into fireworks as she tightened her grip on me and we both came. My cock pumped its cream into her as her muscles fluttered my length, pulling and sucking the last of my essence into hers.
We sat for a while, sweating in the air conditioning.
“Your truck,” she said, “your poor, sticky truck.”
“I know where there’s a faucet out here,” I said, “Besides, I think it might be fun washing the truck out in the nude.”
-FF (hope you liked it, I did)
ps. oh, KHAN-E, wonder what your favorite flavor could be? Something exotic?
<--------- from Ling
