Cookies & Cream Ch. 03

"What is thick, Love?" Charles asked as he gave her a hard pounding. He pressed on her sensitive breasts as he plowed her harder, making her moan loudly. "Your dick...your dick is thick, Baby! Oh, I'm gettin' dizzy!"

"Such a weakness you have with my champagne, precious!" Charles lifted one of his wife's legs and turned her to her side, giving her pleasure deeply. "Are you about to burst yet?"

"About to burst? Baby, I'm bursting! I'm bursting!" Emma becomes red and pulled her hair, wailing for her husband's thick, penetrating bottle. "You have such a naughty bottle! Fill me with your champagne!"

"Oh my, you're eager for me, aren't you?" He chuckled naughtily, lifting her hips and slapped her bouncy ass, making her quiver and hold on to her hubby's waist. "Oh, you do have a naughty pussy, Emma."

His line made her smile and giggle with him, whispering to him in his ear, "Say it again."

"You have a naughty pussy, Baby." He whispered back, slowly moving his hips, making her feel him inside her tight walls. "Yes, your pussy is so naughty, it needs a ruler to slap it!"

"Oh!" She gasped and laughed as she started to rock with him, swaying back and forth as started to thrust her loving husband. "I love it when you go disciplinarian on me! Give me a spankin'! This pussy is bad! Very, very bad!"

Then at the peak of climax, there was a knock at the door. The man cursed as he came inside his wife, panting. "Oi," he yelled with a struggle in his voice, "We are closed!"

"It's me, Eleanor." Emma clapped her mouth shut as Charles took his clothes and rashly put them before he ran to the front, seeing Eleanor at the door in her swimming suit. He opened it. "What's up, Elle?"

"I just want to know something. Who was that man that just came out of this diner?"

"Oh..." His mouth curved into a smile. "You minx! You have a thing for new men. Oh don't deny it, Elle! I know you! All right, look, he's new and he's from Ireland. He's a bit timid at the moment, so if he shows up again, be nice to him." He didn't mention he was a Catholic. He didn't know how she would react to that. "So, Elle, do you have anything else before I send you on your way?"

Eleanor gaped her mouth and looked directly at his eyes. "Yes! Your fly is open...and you got women's drawers on you!" She turned around and ran back to the lake as Charles made a starling yell. "Emma! Why didn't you tell me I was wearing your pink shorts?!"

Outside the diner, Amanda walked behind her best friend when she heard a couple of guys talking along the field. Now at that time, I helped John and his buddies practice soccer when this happened, so I had the chance to see the two men. Their names were Peter and Miguel. The former was an excellent player, but he was more of an artist and poet. While practiced, the tall Russian-born player recited a sonnet from seventeenth century Russia. He claimed it was from one of the lovers of Empress Catherine.

"So now," the poet said, showing off his balancing trick with a red soccer ball on his bony knee, "Allow me to make a sonnet about this ball."

"Do that, Peter, and we'll kick yours!" One of the players cried. Amanda heard the cry and took the glance at the field. It was nothing special at first, just a bunch of players with a ball to kick. Then she looked at glistening, sweat dripping off the chest Peter...then she basically grinned. She thought of the words, "Sweaty boy" in her mind. Then, she remembered hearing on the car radio on the way to camp last Saturday it would possibly rain the next day. Would the man be playing then? And would there be mud involved? "Dirty boy."

"What?" Melissa said to her best friend, looking sternly at Amanda. The woman shook her head and tossed her short hair. "Sorry, I thought I was thinking to myself."

Melissa followed her friend's eyes right to the male soccer player, shirtless and sweaty. She felt her own blood rushing everywhere. She was even tempted to bite her lip until it bled. When the timer went off, someone called out lunch. The guys chuckled as they patted each other's backs and high-fived all around. John got first dibs for lunch. He was aching for some baby back ribs, and I wanted his.

"Peter, did you bring anything for lunch?" I asked the tall man with the long salmon hair in a ponytail. He gave me a thumbs up. "Yes, I did. I had the Dutch fry cook me a pastrami on rye with green peppers and provolone. I think I will enjoy the dish. Said it was his first time making it. Looked really wonderful when I picked it up."

"That's great, Peter! We don't want you to wait for that great sandwich! Best you go on back to your cabin and chow down!"

The man waved and started to run east to the scattered trees where the two friends stood. They waved to Peter with smug on their beaming faces. Amanda then stated something she wouldn't regret later. "Hey, my friend and I are going back to our cabin! Would you like to join us for lunch?"

The tall, physical man stopped and turned to the pair of female strangers. His golden eyes blinked. "Join you?" He made an awkward smile at them. "I...well, we are strangers."

"Well, Stranger," Melissa wrapped her soft arm around Amanda and winked at the man, "maybe it's a lovely time to know us. I'm Melissa, and this is Amanda."

"Hey," Amanda said shortly. Peter walked to them and made an innocent grin. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Peter. So...your cabin...it is not too far you said?"

"It's right next to the grove where the trees are scarce. It's so peaceful. I just love the color of the cabin...it reminds me of a beach house my parents own."

Peter just happened to take a glance at the other teammates. The guys gave him toothy grins and a thumbs up, Miguel giggling like a naughty school boy. It was as if he was saying "Let the girls know you better! We will know when you do so or not." The soccer dude decided to take the offer.

A few moments later, Peter among the company with two incredible women. When they had their lunch, they chatted about their favorite majors. Amanda stated briefly she had a love for Languages and lately picked up a hobby of European Literature. Melissa, across her friend, found that statement quite skeptical. She knew her friend as athletic. She gave herself a reason to stomp Amanda's foot underneath the table.

"Oof!" Amanda squealed then clamped her mouth with her hand, her face Crimson with pain. Peter gazed at the lady. "Anything the matter, Miss Amanda?"

"Oh...I just bit my tongue!"

"A fact most appropriate." Melissa pulled out from her chair and walked to the cooler. "How about dessert?"

"Oh! Me! ME!!" Amanda cried. Peter was amused with the young woman's cry. "Dessert sounds really terrific. I feel that my stomach has room for whatever you have for us."

Melissa made a tiny chuckle before putting the bronze tin on the table. "It's only ice cream, dear. Nothing special."

"Nothing special, she said." Amanda disagreed, seeing the lid ripped away and the smooth light tan cream appeared with magical chocolate morsels slightly emerged on the surface. "This is my favorite flavor. It's chocolate chip cookie dough. Peter, why don't you take the first bowl?"

The man consented, letting Amanda scooped the delicious chip-filled cream into his bowl. Peter let out a soft moan as he was brought a small wooden spoon by Melissa. "Here, Peter, you must have something to eat the delightful treat. Plus, the wood enhanced the flavor of the cream. I found that out some time back."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Thank you." Peter dug into the blue ridged China bowl with his wooden spoon. As he picked up his spoonful of cream and chocolate, Amanda filled her bowl with four round scoops. She looked up at the man as he slowly consumed his first spoon. She blinked and made a blush of how he licked his wooden spoon to take out the heavy cream. When he finished, he made a silent sigh. "It's so delicious. Do you know who made this? It's...it tastes so natural."

"A couple who owns the ice cream parlor and diner make this. They claim this ice cream is the first of its kind to be good for you." Melissa replied with a doubtful look when she finished scooping her small dish. "Somehow, I really don't know how this ice cream is healthy...uh..."

Melissa watched the man took another spoonful of cream, this time with a tiny morsel on the top. He opened his hot mouth slowly, swirling his bubblegum tongue on the morsel, making it melt around it. Both girls watched the soccer player playfully stuffed his spoon in his hungry mouth, slurping it softly. Amanda gripped her spoon as some of the cream dripped from the edges of his mouth and his chiseled chin. He made another gratifying sigh...and the girls made theirs as they took a turn eating theirs.

"This cream is rather addicting." Peter admitted, stirring his ice cream a little bit with his finger. "I do think this will inspire me to write poetry."

When Amanda heard his rugged voice while eating her third or fourth bite (this she couldn't remember when she confessed this to me the following week), she couldn't help but feel rather...strangely desire to hear more of him. "You like to write poetry, huh?" Then she worded out "dirty boy" from her lips. After the wording, her other lips started to tremble. She quivered and moaned softly from the quake beneath the table. She bit her lip as she looked at Peter who nodded.

"Oh yes, I love to write poetry as well as reading it. Playing soccer helps me make it. You know how endorphins work."

"Oh right...endorphins enhances your entire self!" Melissa cried out unexpectedly. She blushed with the man turned to her as she went back to the bowl and ate silently afterward. "So true, Melissa; endorphins could enhance everything in your being." He smiled and leaned over to the blushing gal, kissing her cheek. "You look so adorable, Miss Melissa."

Amanda crossed her legs, feeling her mound becoming wet when she saw him kissing her friend. "Peter, could you...could tell us more about your hobby...please-Oh!"

Peter turned to the other blushing girl and chuckled. "You are adorable too...Amanda?" He came closer to her, seeing her quiver so much. "Are you okay?"

Amanda tried to contain herself as Peter touched her shoulder and rubbed it. She inhaled deeply and let out a sigh. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine. Please continue."

"Well, now that you're both present, I must confess I am presently writing a poem about a man in love with two women at the same time. I...I had that opportunity when I was eighteen."

"Oh?" Melissa piped, swallowing her third bite. "You were in love with two women at once? My..." She wanted to cry out "You dirty boy" since he began to sweat again. The liquid dripping off him made his smooth skin glisten. "You must tell us your experience."

Peter leaned back and whistle. "A tall order, my lady. It was two summers ago, when I first came to America with my family. I was preparing for my first year in an American university, shopping in this mall, when I first saw the girls. They were both pretty when they first entered the store. One had long, curly light brown hair and the other had short aqua green hair. Both bodies were different, but they were so cute.

"I couldn't help but wonder which one I want ask first. I wanted to talk to them, float myself to them to introduce myself. When they were picking out their clothes, I wanted to cry at their hands...their beautiful small hands."

When he talked about his experience with the two girls, he felt his groin growing and hardening beneath the oak table. He made a tiny groan and covered his hard on with his napkin. He looked at his audience and made a chuckle. "Ah yes, they were so different, but together, they were the most precious jewels in all the world. If only I had the chance to go to them and maybe make an impression to them."

"Well..." Amanda smiled at him as she stood up and leaned to him. "Right now, you're making a magnificent impression." She rubbed the man's shoulder and leaned on him, seeing his face go white as she brushed his hard on with her knee. "Oh! Amanda! What are you doing??"

"Making my own impression, you dirty boy!" She chuckled, brushing his blushing cheek with her orange sized bosom. Melissa covered her embarrassed face with her hands, not wanting to see her horny friend make a fool of herself. "Amanda, get a hold of yourself! He doesn't want it!"

"His mind may not..." Amanda grabbed Melissa's hand and guided her to his hard member, making him cry with embarrassment. "His body tells a different story."

"Please don't rub it too much!" Peter groaned weakly, feeling both women rubbing his body. Melissa made a coo as she rubbed his long member. "Oh my...you've grown so much, you naughty boy."

"Me? Naughty?? I'm not the one groping your..." He looked at the women, each now on both his knees who crossed their arms and gripped their tops, pulling them off their torsos and showed him their naked headlights. Amanda laughed softly from seeing his golden eyes drifting at their creamy and peach round breasts. "Would you want to grope us, just so we can be even?"

He swallowed, his Adam's apple moving before he leaned up and placed his huge hand on Melissa's perky orb first, while on Amanda, he open his mouth and lashed out his hot tongue, lapping on her erect nipple. Both of them moaned from the man as he squeezed, rolled, tapped, pinched, snapped, licked, lapped, flickered and sucked their perfect bosoms. They cried his name as he placed Amanda's right breast and Melissa's left together, his mouth sucked them both. They held him tightly, feeling wet on his thighs.

"Dirty boy!" Melissa cried, her big clitoris now swelled and pulsing in her now drenched panties. Amanda clenched her teeth as she felt her wet valley flowed on his half lap. "Oh God, why am I like this? P-Peter, we want to be your naughty lovers!"

"It...it is quite obvious, my dear!" Peter replied ruggedly, pulling his women close and kissed Amanda first, followed by Melissa. Both kisses them the three of them become intimate, playing with each other's hair. He smiled at them both, his hand combing his lovers' soft hair, giving him a redeeming smile. "You know, seeing your hair...I think you both will inspire me to finish the poem."

"Peter..." Amanda then felt his shoulder, smelling his musk on his glistening skin. She felt a bit of rendezvous with her friend entering the store, finding some decent clothes when she saw him...a pink haired teenager with demure yet shining golden eyes. Yes, it was those eyes that made her heart disperse and fluttered away that day. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You...you were that boy I saw that day!"

"Hmm?" He said dreamily, looking up at her. Melissa sighed, feeling his damp jersey and tried to pull it off his ripped torso. "Yes...oh, it was you we saw when we were in Macy's! You were so cute in those khakis and your blue shirt. I think it had a logo, but really, your face was so handsome. We wanted to come up to you, but we..." She lowered her head and tugged his red jersey. "We thought you might stick your nose at us and look away."

"No..." Peter cried, looking at their blushing faces. "The girls were you? But...but this means..."

"We can redeem ourselves!" Amanda yelled happily, giving him more kisses on his yearning lips. Melissa pulled the man, wanting his lips on hers...and his junk in her hand as well as Amanda's hand. "Dammit, dirty boy, we are sweating so much!"

"So true." Peter gasped for air. "Do you have a shower so we can bathe?"

The women pulled away his jersey, playing with his abs and chest, followed by a series of cooing and moaning at the idea of bathing. "We have a bronze tub." Melissa confessed. "It's in the master bedroom according to Bill, our counselor. We should run the water before we jump in it."

A few minutes later, three of them waited for the hot water to fill the huge, round bronze tub as they lied on the blue tiled floor, stark naked, kissing and tasting each other. Boy, were those three wanted to be really dirty! The women played with Peter's thick member, licking and sensually kissing it from his root to tip as he rubbed and caressed their pink slits, tasting them one lick at a time. He teased them both with his finger tapping on their swelled buttons, making them jolt. At this point, the women didn't care about tub and the overflowing water.

"You taste so delicious, the both of you!" Peter cried out in pleasure, lapping up juices from Amanda's quivering pussy. Amanda grinned as she felt herself clenched with orgasm. It was tiny, but made a sudden impact. "Oh, this was worth the wait! Peter, you really give good lady head!"

"Lady head?" Peter chuckled from her flushing comment. "That is beautiful! You really are a creative creature. You as well, Melissa. The way you fondle my monument and care for it, it makes me think you're a sculptor."

Melissa looked back at the athletic, imaginative man and smiled. "Well, maybe we could be even more creative in our now filled tub. Come on!"

At first, the three struggled standing from their wobbly knees. However, when stepped inside the warming water in the round tub, their muscles strengthened and proceeded where they left off, kissing fondled each other playfully. Peter was very fond of his new lovers' curves, his hands caressing their buttocks softly. They giggled as they licked away on his neck and nipples playfully, stroking his pulsing rod underneath the steamy water. It was total bliss none would stop...nor would they want to.

Soon, the women were ready for him. Melissa first climbed on Peter's hot lap, teasing his tip with a soft pussy grind, resulting with his deep moan with his chiseled head back with Amanda behind him, scrubbing his chest with her delicate fingers. When Amanda gently kissed his shoulder and neck, he arched his long back as his other lover begins to thrust on him, his rod going inside her.

"M-Melissa..." Peter groaned, feeling her pink walls wrapping around his thick shaft so tightly. "Please don't squeeze it so! I might burst too soon!"

"Really, naughty boy?" Melissa asked, blushing as she started to move, her pussy gyrating on her lover's pelvis. "In that case, let's see how long you can hold it!" From there, she rocked her hips on top of him, making him curl his long toes and his teeth clutched. He reached around Amanda and found her swelled button, his mouth turning into a grin. "Someone else is naughty."

"Peter, don't rub it!" Amanda protested, her face now cover with a shade of crimson. The man didn't listen, proceeding to rub her nether part, his shaft being pounded so roughly by his sculptor lover. Both women moaned for him, wanting him to cum and they would share the moment together. I was even told there was teasing involved...a whole lot of teasing. Of course, Amanda wouldn't have the heart to give me details on that department.

"Oh God, I'm so close to cumming!" Peter exclaimed, his face beat red as the water began to crash on the edges of the tub. Melissa rode her lover like a professional rodeo champion. She scratched his hard pecks as she took her last thrust, stilling her movements while climaxing on his lap. She made a soft coo as she lifted her head and ran her wet hand on her aqua green hair.

"Damn!" Melissa cried her head dropped back down, "Peter, you gave me quite an excellent work out! I need to relax a bit."

"So true. Rest, Melissa." Peter then turned to Amanda and groped her peach sized breasts. "You...do you want me still?"

"Of course I do." Amanda replied without hesitation, spreading her bent legs for him. However, when he placed himself over her and started to penetrate her crazed slit, there was small flash of light. That made him looked at the window. "What was that?"

Amanda looked to the window and only saw sun lit trees. "Whatever it was, it's gone now."