{"id":41253,"date":"2023-10-06T02:00:51","date_gmt":"2023-10-06T00:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=41253"},"modified":"2026-02-14T07:42:21","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T06:42:21","slug":"their-frostie-freeze-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/their-frostie-freeze-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Their Frostie Freeze – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cI\u2019ll take a triple decker chocolate ice cream cone,\u201d Greg said to the teenage boy in his cone hat working at the Frostie Freeze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThree dollars,\u201d the boy replied, bored.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg set down the bills. \u201cYou\u2019re really ripping us off, you know. Three dollars for one cone.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The boy in the odd hat shrugged and said nothing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg knew the price was steep but watching Karen made it worth every penny. He took his cone and met Wayne at the corner of the small ice cream stand.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s got a vanilla tonight,\u201d Wayne said. \u201cMan, just the way she licks that cone. If only she would …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s got to be good at giving head,\u201d Greg said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood? You mean great.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll upgrade my opinion when she finishes sucking my own dick.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI never pictured her as giving head, on her knees,\u201d Wayne said. \u201cI considered her more a classic missionary, liking to be flat on her back and getting fucked hard.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou think too much about her. How many years has she been in your dreams? Causing more wet socks than can be counted.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSince junior high. Her tits just\u2014bam!\u2014popped out.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo did her ass.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything.\u201d Wayne scooped out a spoonful of his chocolate sundae with nuts. \u201cI bet she has caused more guys to you-know-what than any other girl. Combine all the fantasies of the other girls and the total would come to less than Karen alone.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg dabbed his mouth with his napkin. \u201cGot to say she\u2019s done a lot in my dreams too. Someday it won\u2019t be a dream.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, man. It ain\u2019t gonna happen. That\u2019s the real dream. You\u2019re a dumbass if you believe it\u2019s true.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou talk about living by faith, but you don\u2019t really believe, do you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019d fuck Faith too.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I mean. But I agree about Faith. A little big for my taste. I\u2019d taste her in case I\u2019m wrong.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo are you going to do something, make a move, to get Karen? You can\u2019t stand back here and get laid. Your dick\u2019s not long enough.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow do know how long my cock is, dude?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShut up.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to make my move,\u201d Greg said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTonight?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg eyed Karen, who sat on one of the pink tables at the Frostie Freeze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTonight?\u201d Wayne asked again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg inhaled deeply. \u201cYes, tonight. I got this. Just a couple of minutes to finish my cone.\u201d He ate half of his ice cream in a single bite.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAt the clubs, a guy buys the lady a drink. You going to buy her ice cream as your \u2018in\u2019?\u201d Wayne said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would that convey to her, to buy her more ice cream?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you\u2019re right. She might think you think she can put a lot of food away. A chowhound. Avoid the extra ice cream. How about a napkin? No,\u201d he corrected himself immediately. \u201cThat might say you think she\u2019s messy. Tough to get an \u2018in\u2019 with these girls.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wayne ate another spoonful of his sundae. \u201cI think the hardest part is her friends. All those eyes glaring at you as you come up to them. Then it\u2019s easier to get talking to one of them and miss the one who you really want to talk to. Ugh, packs of girls. Is getting laid worth the effort?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure as fuck it is,\u201d Greg answered firmly. \u201cThe titties, the pussy, the things they can do with their hands and lips. Trust me, you need to get laid soon.\u201d Greg slapped Wayne\u2019s chest. \u201cI\u2019m going to get Karen now.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve gotten laid before, son,\u201d Wayne called back faintly. But Greg had already left for Karen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg\u2019s heart sped up as he walked to the pack of girls with his prize in the center of it. In his mind raced the many dreams, more so fantasies, he had had in which Karen was the star.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGreg, I\u2019ve wanted to fuck you for so long. Let\u2019s go right now. Forget everyone else. You\u2019re the only one I want. You\u2019ve got my full attention. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I\u2019m willing.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The thought jolted through Greg\u2019s mind as he approached. He had to wash it away so he could make this a relatively normal guy-and-girl conversation at the Frostie Freeze.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Karen, hey everybody. What\u2019s up tonight? Hanging out?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The stares of the girls, who had been interrupted from their chitter-chatter, hit him, slapped him in the chest. His cheeks warmed. He had to swallow. Why couldn\u2019t she be alone?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, hanging out,\u201d Karen replied dryly at the obvious question.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The other girls studied the specimen that had approached their pink table. He felt their eyes run up his body. His gray loafers, thin legs, khaki shorts, pineapple-patterned button-up shirt, disheveled hair. He questioned his whole choice of clothes, his haircut, his style.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPretty good ice cream here. I\u2019ve been waiting all winter for this place to open,\u201d he said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe all have,\u201d a fair-skinned girl said, answering instead of Karen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a pause. A moment\u2019s pause may be quick, but, in that situation, it lasted forever. Greg wished he had never come over. He could have just dreamed about Karen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGot any summer plans, Karen?\u201d He specified this time who he was talking to. He didn\u2019t care about the other girls\u2019 plans.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh, a couple of trips, I guess,\u201d she replied dryly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou planning anything?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The group felt awkward with the strained talk between Karen and Greg. The other girls remained silent and looked on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWyoming, I think. To see the Rockies, the mountain range, not the baseball team.\u201d He chuckled awkwardly and ended up laughing alone.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know the difference. It\u2019s the Colorado Rockies, not the Wyoming Rockies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t believe how badly things had gone in a moment\u2019s time. Karen nearly broke Greg\u2019s will to stand there. To the left, two girls giggled softly, then turned away to talk about something else.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to see the Rockies and the Rockies,\u201d Faith interjected into the conversation that had soured.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou would?\u201d asked Karen and Greg together.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJinx! Buy me a soda,\u201d Karen clamored to Greg. \u201cI want a root beer float.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg was astounded. Faith broke the awkwardness, and now he was buying Karen something to drink. A true \u2018in\u2019.\u201d Faith may have saved everything.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Faith. I\u2019ll get you one too, if you want,\u201d Greg said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI had an ice cream cone already.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust get a small float,\u201d Karen said. \u201cI mean he\u2019s paying for heaven\u2019s sake.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She grabbed Faith\u2019s hand and dragged her to the Frostie Freeze\u2019s ordering window.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith and Karen, with Greg, ate their floats at the picnic table and talked about the summer. Faith eased the tension so much and let the conversation continue smoothly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A few minutes later, Wayne came over. \u201cGreg, I need to leave. Gotta get the car back. You coming with me?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg\u2019s heart sank, disappointed. Things were getting good. Now Wayne\u2019s curfew fouled up everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe can stay,\u201d Karen interjected unexpectedly. \u201cGreg, we\u2019ll get you home tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg smiled. \u201cWell, Wayne, looks like I\u2019m not coming with you tonight. I\u2019m coming with Faith and Karen.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Wayne nodded and left, grinning.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When he was gone, Karen leaned forward and raised her eyebrows. \u201cYou know, Greg, I got what you said to him. A bad subtle message.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean? I would never …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith nodded at Greg too. \u201cPretty obvious, not as subtle as you thought.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg didn\u2019t know what to say. That choked-up feeling tightened his throat again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook, Kay, he\u2019s turned red. He\u2019s all embarrassed,\u201d Faith teased.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike a poor puppy dog with his tail between his legs,\u201d Karen added.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI bet he\u2019s got a tail between his legs. You know what I mean?\u201d She nudged Karen overtly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI certainly do. Wink, wink. I wonder if it\u2019s a big tail or a little one.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBig or small, it\u2019s a hard tail now. Well, poor doggie, is it?\u201d Faith murmured like an old woman talking to her spoiled pet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg\u2019s heart thumped fast, speeding faster than during basketball practice. His cock started to stiffen, like they had said, and was bent uncomfortably. It pointed down his thigh and toward the bottom of his shorts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He could have scrambled away in sheer embarrassment but opted to take a chance with overt flirting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a big tail, and it is hard.\u201d He emphasized each word.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFaith,\u201d Karen said, as if Greg wasn\u2019t there, \u201cI\u2019ve learned to never trust what a guy says about his dick until he can prove it. Too many guys are liars. Or they don\u2019t know how to use a tape measure.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey lie to me too. They tell me it\u2019s huge, and their dicks end up being puny wieners.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuch a disappointment.\u201d Karen brushed back her hair and dramatically rolled her eyes. \u201cAll I can do is lay there and feel nothing but the mattress bouncing up and down.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave our \u2018toys\u2019 ruined what we expect from a dick?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. But I have a feeling deep down inside that Greg here may have what we\u2019re looking for. Meaty, thick\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI like a set of large balls that smack against my ass when the guy fucks me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh! And a huge head, like a strawberry, bulging, and red like he\u2019s about to …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah, that\u2019s nice, very nice.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen touched Greg\u2019s hand. He almost jerked it away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWill you show us yours, Greg?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease?\u201d Faith added, dramatically hopeful, tilting her head and pouting her lips.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He countered their comments. \u201cGirls tell me stuff too. I wonder if they\u2019re telling the truth.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d The girls answered together.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat they can do with their tongues, how tight they are.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The girls looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and then looked back to Greg.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA girl would never say that. If you ever do hear it though, trust a girl when she\u2019s telling you those kinds of things,\u201d Karen said. \u201cGirls don\u2019t lie like guys do. We\u2019d rather prove it and leave it a secret. Secret for her and her lover to know. But we\u2019re nice and tight, right, Faith?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A smile crossed Faith\u2019s lips. \u201cTest these lips. Both sets.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg was astounded at these girls, talking about all this.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Bleep-bleep<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

The taillights and turn signal lights flickered on a red SUV parked nearby. And the engine <\/span>ahemmed<\/span><\/i> into a low growl.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cReady to go, Greg?\u201d Karen giggled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe means, \u2018come\u2019 with us,\u201d Faith added.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen drove with her hand at the base of the steering wheel. Faith relaxed in the passenger seat, and Greg rode in the back, his knees rubbing against the passenger seat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They rode in the luxury Land Rover in an awkward silence out of town. Greg\u2019s mind was on what was ahead. The opportunity for a fuck made everything else pale, forgettable for Greg. Multiply that by having two girls and Greg wouldn\u2019t have cared if he was sitting in the most expensive sports car. Nothing else mattered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The girls must be excited too, Greg thought, hoped.<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg got a quick glimpse of Faith moving her hand across her chest, like she was attempting to release the heat caught under her shirt. Karen had only one hand on the steering wheel. The other hand was out of sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing the girls, he had a strange thought. It would be a wild move, once in a lifetime. It could failure completely. He had no other choice. He unbuttoned his pants, undid his fly and slid his hand into his underwear. He felt his hardness cocked uncomfortably to the left. He shifted and happened to look up and see Karen\u2019s eyes in the rearview mirror. Her eyes squinted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She reached up with her lost hand and bent the mirror down. Her eyes, which had smiled a moments before, now widened in surprise. \u201cGreg, my god!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Faith shouted toward Karen.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg didn\u2019t answer Karen, and Karen didn\u2019t answer Faith.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen pulled the white Land Rover to the side of the road, and both girls turned toward the backseat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg was frozen in shock. He had exposed himself and had silenced two girls. He feared their silence was his death.<\/span><\/p>\n

Their stunned faces slowly lightened up. Faith again broke the odd silence.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s so, uh, hard.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, standing straight up.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid the car ride do that to you or was it …?\u201d Faith asked but didn\u2019t finish her question.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t doing anything except driving,\u201d Karen said, aghast, throwing up both hands in innocence.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg gulped down the stoppage in his throat, so he could speak. \u201cIt was you two. Both of you did this.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, not me,\u201d Karen again justified herself. \u201cI was just driving the car.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I wasn\u2019t even talking. I was only sitting here,\u201d Faith said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Whether they were only driving or simply silent, neither could take their eyes off what stood proudly through his unzipped zipper.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith pressed her lips together. She asked, \u201cCan I touch it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg said nothing so she reached between the two front seats and wrapped her hand around its length. Her hand was cooler than the heat expiring from the throbbing erection. She began to stroke his dick gently, cautiously, like it was breakable.<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg closed his eyes in pleasure but was startled when he no longer felt the cool hand on him. Instead, Faith opened the front door and climbed into the back. She was beside Greg.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She admired the erection as if it were a treasure she had uncovered. Her hand wrapped around it again, contrasting the coolness with the heat. She toyed with it, watching Greg\u2019s body jump and jolt with different touches and pressures.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\"sila<\/a><\/p>\n

Greg closed his eyes in the sensation. Unexpectedly, there was a different touch. He opened his eyes. Her wet lips gently kissed the strawberry tip and pulled away. Her bottle-green eyes, shining, probed him for a reaction to her kiss. Her touch jolted his body, and she needed nothing more. Faith leaned down for a second kiss, but this time she swirled her tongue over the head. A French kiss. Her eyes rated Greg\u2019s reaction to her mouth\u2019s work.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep doing it, keep doing it,\u201d he murmured.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith turned to Karen, who still sat in the front seat. She was stunned by what she had just witnessed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t let me have all the fun,\u201d Faith said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m okay right here,\u201d she replied.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t want to?\u201d Faith asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen\u2019s scrunched eyebrows and limp bottom lip announced no.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith gave a few strokes and then asked her, \u201cHave you ever actually touched one before?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen transformed from the know-it-all about sex to a silky, white virgin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHis penis is nice. Better than the others I\u2019ve touched. And I can feel his pulse when I hold him.\u201d She gripped tighter to feel the quickened beats. \u201cCome on, Kay, just try touching it. He won\u2019t cum on you. He needs to be worked a little before that happens. No much though.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want \u2026 I want to see you play with him. That\u2019s what turns me on,\u201d Karen replied. She choked out the last words.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKay, have you ever really touched, actually felt, a guy\u2019s dick before?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, not really, not like you are now.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to try it. You need to learn now. Greg here is willing to be your Guinea pig.\u201d Faith patted his thigh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I will be your Guinea pig, Karen\u2014gladly.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen exhaled, and both Greg and Faith knew she had come around, even if only for one light touch.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen sat next to Greg in the back seat, opposite to Faith.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis, Kay, is a penis. A cock. A dick. A member. A fuck-rod.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI get it, I know the names, Faith,\u201d she interrupted sarcastically.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe penis is an appendage that will make your life feel so much better. And, so you know, you\u2019re staring at a good-looking dick. It may be hard to top this one unless you find a porn star.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Karen said again.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, he likes you to take it gently in your hands. I can feel him tense up and then breath.\u201d Faith tightened her hold and glanced at Greg. He had done just what she described. \u201cBe careful when you see his face turn like he\u2019s in pain. He\u2019s about to \u2026\u201d Faith stopped abruptly. \u201cSay it, Kay, say it. What\u2019s he about to do?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen\u2019s eyebrows dripped with awkwardness, and her back was humped over as if her one wish in life would to be out of the backseat of her SUV.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust say the word,\u201d Faith egged. \u201cHe will be about to …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She wanted her friend to fill in the last word. A word, it seemed, Karen thought too sinful to say\u2014if her mouth had ever before let the word slip through her pink lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

To Greg, Faith wanted to hear Karen say the word too. Her body was overheating.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSay it.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen glanced at Faith.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe is …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She peeked at Greg.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c… about to …\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen shifted her eyes to the cock in Faith\u2019s grip. Then she said it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c… about to \u2026 cum.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith released a pent-up groan of pleasure instantly and stuck the dick deep in her mouth, its impression showing against her cheek. She sucked, bobbing her head, her red hair flinging about wildly. Her sudden engorging sent Greg\u2019s body into a fit. His legs tightening, his back straightening, his butt cheeks squeezing. He grasped for anything and his hand found Karen\u2019s craned neck. His fingers instinctively gripped it and brought her face down, next to Faith\u2019s face, which was smeared with saliva and lust.<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith too grabbed the nape of Karen\u2019s neck and brought her face down to hers. She kissed her friend, her tongue stretching into her open mouth. Karen\u2019s eyes widened in shock, but Faith took over. She would not let Karen stop her mouth from making love to her. Faith all but leaped over Greg to reach the just-revealed virgin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith got to Karen like a lion to a lamb, but in a moment the two were neither lion nor lamb. They were lovers. Their heads turned as they kissed. Karen\u2019s fingers ran through Faith\u2019s hair.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Kay,\u201d Faith said, having torn her mouth from Karen\u2019s, \u201cI never thought you would be so good. I could only dream.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen enjoyed it. \u201cI want more of you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKiss me here.\u201d Faith moved her lips next to the purple tip of Greg\u2019s dick.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen moved down and put her mouth on Faith\u2019s fattened red lips and the slippery penis. They began their kissing again but included the erection that was in their way. Tongues touched, they licked. Lips smacked and engulfed the penis.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon the girls were struggling to get everything into their mouths. One would take his entire head and let her tongue ring around the tip. The other would lick the length and flick his balls with her tongue. Then their mouths changed places.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Greg\u2019s breathing intensified. His heart thudded against his chest, and his cheeks turned red. His teeth clinched. He tried to control what was about to happen. He couldn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

He growled and shortened his breath. In a twirl of momentary ecstasy, he shot cords of cum. A strand landed on Faith\u2019s flushed cheek, but the largest clumps hit Karen\u2019s lips and her nose. She immediately pursed her lips and shut her eyes. The other blob slid to the end of her dainty nose.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faith leaned in and let her tongue lick a creamy clump. She then kissed Karen, leading into her mouth with a tongue covered in cum. The girls\u2019 make-out intensified to the point that blouses were unbuttoned. Karen abruptly stopped, huffing in exhaustion. \u201cWe can\u2019t. Not with him here. We need to go to my house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Greg, we have something to do,\u201d Faith said. \u201cWe\u2019ll drop you off at the Frostie Freeze.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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