He twitted it again, then slid his lips over it and moved them in and out, milking the miniature cock within its soft robe. A quiet little cry came from Denise, and he felt the quivering of her thighs against his cheeks.
"Oh Ross! Some little sucks… please!" she begged. Then he remembered how he had excited her so much before. He kept his lips around the captive clit, applied suction, and made the little shaft come outward, sliding slickly in its cloak. He released it and it popped back into hiding.
"Yesss! Oh, God, yes!" she whispered, then began to moan constantly as he repeated the process. It was a sexy bit, even from his end. The little clit was forced by suction to make short fucks into his lips. From her end, it must have been divine, the way she was whimpering and uttering soft squealing sounds.
Ross missed only the joy of gathering her juice, and he kept thinking of it trickling away just below his mouth. Subconsciously, the thought made him hurry to get back to his honeypot. He began to milk the little clit faster, and each suck brought her closer to her finish.
She suddenly cried out as spasms shook her. Ross hung on to her ass, determined to keep her from bucking his mouth off her cunt as she convulsed. He slid his lips down to her hole, fucked into it with his tongue, then began to suck all around her quivering snatch as she twitched and jerked and uttered moaning sobs of joy.
Her biggest wave of passion slid her cunt out from under his mouth, and he gave up the game to wait out her completion. As he saw her thighs close on the wet bundle of her snatch, his cock reminded him that it was awfully dry in the open air. It ached to screw its hard bulk into that sloppy nest, to bury itself to the limit in that convulsing sheath with the hairy mouth!
By the time Denise stopped writhing on the bed, she was on her belly. Her buttcheeks twitched faintly every so often, and her fingers – clawing into the sheets during her most frantic moments – began to relax.
Ross could wait no longer. He had to get into her. He leaned over her to grab her, but impulsively detoured to lick into the crease between her lovely buns. The cheek muscles jerked and Denise moaned. He stabbed his tongue into her contracted asshole and she squealed.
He laughed and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed. When he had her so that only her upper torso was supported by the edge of the bed, he propped her legs on the floor and thrust his hard, searching cock into the gaping, soupy maw of her cunt.
Her hole seemed to reach for him, so easy did he find the insertion. And as he shoved into her cunt, there was a swallowing by her tunnel that drew his prick into her hole immediately. He could feel the juices marinating his cock as he hit bottom.
With a sound that was almost a growl, but also like a laugh of triumph, he began to screw her. It was effortless. He rode on oiled surfaces all the way, feeling her every quivering wrinkle as he plowed inward, then feeling her wet brown curls clinging to his as he pulled back.
He screwed with short little fucks at times, trying to get the feel of a certain part of her tunnel as it surrounded his knob. Then he would use long drives to plumb her entire swat. Either way, Denise was voicing her enjoyment all the time. When he had to speed up for his finish, she sensed the end, and as she anticipated the joy of receiving his hot creamy gushes, she began to come again, too.
Her fresh claspings brought him off right away. He burst out a veritable cannonade of semen shots, and she gasped with the warm joy of the injection. Both of them felt it fill her tunnel and bubble out around their sloppy connection.
They came apart quickly and crawled onto the bed to rest. It was only after they began to feel almost dry that Ross thought to look at the bedroom clock.
"Shouldn't you be starting to think about that ice cream?" he asked.
Denise raised her head and listened to the sound of the motorized unit. It did not sound very labored to her; the contents had to get a lot stiffer yet.
"It's like a cock, Ross," she told him. "It has to get stiff before you can enjoy the cream."
He groaned, and she turned to look at him questioningly. He wore a pained expression.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I just imagined how painful it would be to come if my cream were that cold and stiff when it came out!"
"I'm just as thankful as you are that it comes out hot!" she told him. "I can enjoy the flavor better that way. Damn! Now I'm getting hungry for it. Ross… Ross?" She leaned over his crotch and licked at the smeared shaft of his prick.
"Could you manage to control your appetite for a few minutes?" he asked. "Like that cream in the freezer, mine can't be hurried. It takes time to manufacture."
"Can't be hurried, huh?" she said doubtfully. "I'll take that dare!"
She slipped her mouth over the limber cylinder of his cock and began to work at it slowly, her violet eyes bright with anticipation. Ross groaned and lay back in surrender.
He could hear the sound of the ice-cream freezer as its motor began to labor, and knew that the stuff would soon be ready. His own motor felt as if it were laboring, too. But he thought it would be a long time before his stuff was ready.
And then Denise began to use her educated mouth more effectively. As the seconds passed, Ross realized that the condition of his own mechanism was only one factor. The motor that was bringing him to completion was Denise, and she was running at full speed!
"Denise, baby!" he cried hoarsely. "Those sweet sucks are doing it! Ohhh! Take it, doll! Drink it up!"
He gushed for her like a primed pump, shooting his load into her hungry mouth in ecstatically painful spurts. She emptied his balls, then sat back and smirked, licking her lips.
Ross groaned at the weakness that assailed his guts. He looked up into the violet eyes. "I'm shot!" he told her.
"What you need is a dish of ice cream… for strength," she said. He let her pull him into the kitchen, then groaned again at her next words. "Oh, first, you have to turn the freezer by hand a little!"
CHAPTER NINE
Jack Cartwright and Coral McNally were on their way back from their shopping trip. They had the station wagon filled with supplies, items on the four lists they had taken with them. The next shopping trip would fall to another swapped couple.
"I've often wondered, Jack," Coral said as they neared the Harp Lake area. "Where does Diamond Creek go after it leaves our property?"
"Well, after it flows through the lake, so to speak, it snakes out to the west – that was it flowing under the little bridge we crossed a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact."
"I thought it flowed into town – into Fall Creek."
"Diamond Creek and Old City Creek both flow into a common waterway just above the town, where the falls are. From there it's called Fall Creek."
"So ours… little Diamond Creek… why, it must not be very long. It appears from underground just outside our property!"
"That's right. Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flows through – excepting our paradise, of course?" Jack turned onto a side road and picked up speed for a while. Then he took a narrow dirt road into a grove of willows and cottonwoods.
He pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping willow which hid it from the road. They got out and walked across the grass to a secluded little clearing. The creek ran past the edge of it, splashing softly against its gravel banks.
"This is perfect!" Coral said. "If our own place wasn't so ideal, this would be great for a picnic."
"So, let's picnic!" Jack said. He quickly divested himself of his shirt and trunks, glad to be out of the beach suit he had been forced to wear in town.
Coral slipped off her halter and shorts, then her thongs, as Jack shed his shoes and socks. They walked through the cool grass, enjoying the sensuous tickling of the soft blades on their toes.