Vanilla
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Romantic Sex Story: Can it be too hot for ice cream?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Illustrated .
“It’s so hot,” Jo-Jo says.
“We could go out for ice cream,” Joe suggests. “Should we ask Amy?”
“I think Amy’s at a movie with Brad,” Jo-Jo says. “Anyway, it’s too hot for ice cream.”
“How ‘bout a slushie?”
“Mm, yeah, a slushie.”
“I could make you a slushie.”
“Yeah, make me a slushie.”
Joe starts peeling down Jo-Jo’s shorts and panties.
“What’s this?” Jo-Jo says.
“Hush,” Joe says, “I’m making you a slushie.” He pushes Jo-Jo back on the couch. He kneels before her and arranges her legs over his shoulders. He opens her cunt with his tongue. He licks and laps and sucks until Jo-Jo moans and mewls and her sap begins to flow—rivers of sweet hot slush.
“I’m ready for my ice cream now,” Jo-Jo says some forty minutes later.
“Ice cream?” Joe says. “You’re insatiable.”
Jo-Jo grins. “I want a big fat cone of creamy vanilla. A double-scooper.”
“Vanilla, eh?” Joe says.
Jo-Jo grins. “You think I should try something more exotic? More adventurous?”
But at the drive-in Jo-Jo chooses vanilla. A double scoop.
She licks and Joe smiles.
“Wanna go up to Spartan Hill and neck?” Jo-Jo asks.
“Neck?”
“Neck and pet.” Jo-Jo says. She takes a long slow lick of her ice cream. Her tongue is creamy white. “Neck and pet and fuck.”
“Mm,” Joe says. On the drive up Spartan Hill Road Jo-Jo finishes her cone while unzipping Joe’s pants. By the time they get to the top of Spartan Hill, his cock is out and stiff in Jo-Jo’s hand. The turnaround is just over the crest. Joe slows. Another car is there. Joe stops.
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