It’s hot as hell today. The heat index is expected to top out at a “feels like” temperature of 103°F. It’s miserable and sticky out; the humidity being the main source of the inescapable hot, damp air. It’s as if someone is spritzing a spray bottle over an erupting volcano, causing the muggy atmosphere to drown everything it touches.
We’ve been doing yard work the last couple hours. You pulling weeds from the flowerbeds, me mowing, weedeating, edging, and, finally, leaf blowing. I’m halfway through leaf blowing the backyard when you go inside. You come back out a few minutes later in a swim suit, carrying two extra tall ice cream cones. I try to wrap up quickly, watching you lick up the drops from both of the cones in your hands as they drip down in the searing sunshine. The view is hot for reasons other than the sun.
“That looks so good,” I shout over the leaf blower.
“They are,” you say, standing next to the pool, licking at the drips that are nearing your fingers.
I choose to forget about the last bit of lawn clippings and leaves. You step downards into the pool as I set the leaf blower down. The nearer I get to you, the further you step out into the water. “Game on, my brat,” I think to myself.
“Where you going with those?,” I ask, now a couple feet from the pool. You’re near its center now– standing flat on your feet, avoiding the tippy-toe area a foot or so away. You respond giggling and trailing your tongue around the circumference of the cones.
I kick off the old running shoes I now use for mowing days. You lick them faster as I quickly strip out of my socks, shirt, and shorts. I’d jump in, but I don’t want to splash and ruin the ice cream. Instead, I rush in. You squeal as my feet touch the water. I reach you in a rapid rush and scoop you up weightlessly in the water. I snag one of the half devoured ice cream cones from you as the wake I created bounces off the edges of the pool around us. They’re just basic vanilla ice cream cones made with those styrofoam sugar cones. But it’s so damn good on this burning day after all we’ve been up to out here.
You hug onto me with one of your arms, licking your little pink tongue around your ice cream between giggles. Your laughter quiets after a monent and your eyes gaze up to meet mine.
You stare at me, and run your tongue up from the very bottom of the scoop where it meets the rim of the cone all the way up to the top. Coating your rosy tongue in a milky white. You do it again, not breaking eye contact. I feel my cock stiffen with each centimeter your tongue climbs.
I watch your flattened pastel tongue melt against the white cream. Running over it smoothly. You twist the cone around the pad of your tongue. I dig into your ass cheek with the fingers of the hand I’m using to hold you up. The next time the tip of your tongue reaches the apex of the creamy scoop, you take the width of it between your lips, slowly filling your mouth deeper and deeper; never breaking eye contact with me.
You shift in my arm so that you’re directly in front of me. You feel my stiffness pressing up against your thigh; you continue to suck on the cone in your mouth as I watch you. A small white drip forms at the corner of your mouth. It unravels me.
I press up against you and you wrap your legs around my hips. You glide your bikini-covered pussy slowly along my shaft.
You busy yourself sliding what’s left of what I’m wearing down and off using your feet. All while sucking more and more sloppily on your creamy ice cream cone.
I toss what’s left of mine into the yard and grab onto your hips. I pull your body along my cock, sliding you back and forth against me. I tug on the bows tied at your sides, letting your bikini bottoms fall and drift away in the pool.
Your stuffed mouth lets out a muffled moan as your naked labia part and glide unobstructed along my shaft. You’re wet. It’s an odd sensation– feeling how wet you are while we’re immersed in water. Your wetness is slick, frictionless. An undeniable slipperiness that was trapped between your lips despite the water. I grab the cylindrical end of the cone sticking out from between your lips. You surrender it to me, slurping at it as I pull it from your milky lips and I toss it next to mine.
“You’ve made quite the mess of those lips,” I say, licking the corner of your mouth before sucking on your lower lip. I bite into the fleshy center of it, then kiss you hard. Your cold vanilla bean tongue is a treat, and these sticky lips are now matching the ones below.
You moan into my mouth. Water crashes between our chests as I shift slightly and pull you down hard onto me. You gasp at the sudden, forceful intrusion. After a few deep thrusts, you throw your head back as I easily bob your body up and down along my cock. The motion forming little waves in the pool that radiate outwards from our bodies. They get faster and larger as I fuck you harder and harder.
I am slamming you down onto me. You start playing with your clit, one arm clinging around my neck. Your moans get louder and more desperate as you get closer and closer to orgasm. I’m lifting your weightless form roughly down onto me, letting you rise up on my shaft a few inches, so I am never fully exiting you. I pull you down hard, bottoming out and hold you there. You whimper, squirming and grinding needily against me as I walk us to the pool’s built-in steps, my cock speared against your cervix and not letting you off.
Your fingers are furiously working your clit as I set you on the stone and ram into you again. The edge of the stone beneath your pussy making you feel tighter. It pushes me closer, but you beat me– I’m almost there when you come hard, your insides clenching and pulsing around me as I pound into you. It feels fantastic, causing me to hit that point of no return I was so near. I thrust twice more before pulling out and moving up a step to shoot my load all over your neck and chest. White rope after white rope is painted onto your cleavage.
I step back to the floor of the pool, and look at the masterpiece I’ve made. I smile at my work of art, and take two fingers and scoop up some of the cum that has pooled at the base of your neck near your throat. Your lips part for me as I insert my fingers into your mouth. You lick and suck them clean.
“Mm, you’ve always been such a sucker for cream,” I say, scooping up a bit more.
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