Cookies & Cream Ch. 10

"He is in one of the cabins," Rosa said, joining her spying friend. "I think I saw him in front of the red roof cabin."

Heather grabbed Mark's jittery hand, feeling adventurous. "I say we check out that row of cabins."

"Hold on, girls!" Mark cried out, his cheeks blushing crimson now and his nostrils flaring. "We can't really want to peek into every cabin over there, are we?"

"Where are your guts, Marky-poo?" Heather replied, kissing his heating cheek. "We'll only be looking for Tony, nothing more. Come on, it's not like we would catch everybody in the act. Now, take a deep breath and let us move to the neighborhood."

This was all hush-hush, their ventures in the neighborhood. I shake my head every time I heard this story from Katie. In their venture, they met Major Alfred Granger and his wife Alice. Now, those two were the usual veteran couple, very patriotic. The husband was tall and muscular (decent shape for a seventy-six-year-old), thinning ginger hair, gray eyes, sunburnt skin. His face was hard looking, eyes shaped like almonds, nose large and bullish, lips thin and long in width. His wife was the complete opposite. She was round and soft-hearted with silver hair, light green eyes, and her skin Peach with a shade of tan in some places.

They were doing the usual man-and-wife ritual (like crocheting and looking into their album a lot). It was all quiet until the colonel slammed down the blue album and looked directly as his wife. He smiled idly and turned his head at bedroom next to his leather chair. The wife was still doing some needlework when the man walked slowly to her. Then, in a swift pace, he took her cloth project and threw it across the room, rolling in the kitchen before settling under the small dining table.

"Alice?" He asked with his hard, stern manner to his wife, now giving him full attention. "It's time for personal inspection."

"Oh, no!" Alice piqued, pretending to dread the inspection. The retired Vietnam solider nodded and stood up to her. "Oh yes, Alice, we are going to inspect...each other! Now, head to the bedroom and take off your clothes!"

"All of them?"

"All of them!"

The wife saluted her hubby and rushed into the door with the soldier undoing his fly before he entered. As the old man shut the door, the others became paralyzed in shock when they discovered a pint tin of barely eaten ice cream with whipped cream and graham cracker crumbs. Their suspicions were confirmed when the Colonel shouted in the other room, "My God, Alice! You're wetter than the day I came back from Vietnam!"

"We don't want to find out what they're doing!" Rosa whispered with repulse, going to the next-door window. The others trudged behind her, feeling some nausea. The view was a tad better, seeing two naked women kissing on their unmade bed. Katie peeked around the corner, noticing a young man handcuffed on the wall. "Is that Tony?" Rosa saw the ash brown hair in a mess and his round blue eyes glistening as he seen Jessica and Becky rubbing each other sensually.

"Oh, yeah, that's Tony all right..." Rosa pressed her lips shut as Heather made her impish giggle. "It looks like our delivery boy is taking a break."

Jessica held her girl tightly, pressing her tanned chest with her ivory hands. She made a deep groan as she leaned forward and sucked on her nipple greedily. She kept an eye on their captor, hanged on the wall...and hung in his pants! Boy, when it came to men, Jessica wanted to make them suffer. I felt sorry for the guy in a long haul. He did deliver the ice cream. However, his timing wasn't great, especially when he saw two angry half naked lesbians.

So, there he was, cuffed on the wall next to the hallway door, watching Jessica and Becky have steamy, fiery passion, his pants becoming tight. Jessica giggled at the boy as she poked her head between her girlfriend's legs, sticking out her spit covered tongue. She pressed her two finger on Becky's pink lips, making her bony hips jiggle. Tony made a groan and sizzle, his pants not making him anymore comfortable. Jessica giggled like a malignant elf.

"You like some lesbian pussy, boy?" Jessica asked the man teasingly, her fingers swirling on Becky's lips to play with both her partner and her prisoner. Tony huffed and held his breath, trying to block out Becky's moaning. She began to beg. "Jessica, let him go! I feel uncomfortable with the delivery man present as it is!"

Jessica ignored Becky's plea and stuck her two fingers in inside her deeply, making her moan deeply. "You see that, boy? Do you want to pound her like this with your dirty cock?"

Tony looked away, panting as he felt his boner pressing on his zipper. "Hey...c-come on, Miss Knight, I'm sorry for interrupting your kissy time with Miss Blume. I didn't mean any harm, M'am! I...am just doing my job!"

Jessica stared at the struggling lad as she sticks out her tongue and started to lick her lover's wet pussy deeply. "What flavor?" Becky moaned, shivering, and grabbed her girl's cream legs as felt something dampening entering her essence. She wiggled her pale ass as Jessica swiveled her tongue deeply. "Come on...what is the damn flavor??"

"Cherry...c-c-Cobbler!!" He shouted, feeling more that sweltering under his red pants. He opened his light blue eye and looked down. There was a huge stain on his crotch increasing by the second. He sighed and felt ashamed as Jessica made a chuckle. "Tut tut, boy. You fizzled before we got warmed up."

Jessica got up and climbed out of bed, heading to the bathroom with a pathetic grunt. Becky turned her head to the bathroom when her lover shut it, going to the nightstand to grab the key. She tiptoed to the man and unlocked her prisoner's cuffs. When Tony dropped his hands, and rubbed his bony wrists, he sighed with relief. "Gee, thanks, Miss Blume," Tony whispered, blushing to his rescuer. "I owe you."

"Think nothing of it. Now, take five dollars out of my wallet. It's the small camel shaped one with a snap. I want to...teach my girlfriend a lesson." She ended her statement with a wink. Tony saluted to her and made a run for it, almost bumping into her boobs. She guided the boy to the door as friendly as she could. She watched him as he snatched the wallet and took only five dollars. He placed only one bin on the table before he grabbed the blue bags and dashed out of the cabin.

Rosa and Katie wanted to follow the relieved boy as fast as they could. Mark wanted to follow them, but Heather grabbed his sleeve, lowering him back down under the window. He became anxious with her decision to stay, wondering why she even wanted to stay. Then, with shock, the answer arrived with a bang.

When the boy disappeared, Becky, picked up the bin and entered the bedroom again with her favorite red spoon in her hand. She took off the lid and dug the ice cream savoring the first bite. When she heard Jessica finishing in the bathroom, she gobbled up the second bite before sprinting back to bed, placing the ice cream bin on the night stand. She laid on her side, facing her love as she came out of the other room.

"The boy is gone, isn't he?" Jessica asked, noticing a lack of body on the wall. Becky smiled innocently and took out a pair of handcuffs. "We don't need him to get us off. Come on, hon, let's forget about what happened and start fresh."

Jessica smiled back and lied back on the bed, her lower back resting on the goose down pillows. Becky just nuzzled in her lover's thighs, licking her trimmed mound. She could hear Jessica moaning softly, her hand on her pixie cut hair. She begged her to lick her clit so she could forget that awful delivery boy. Becky obliged this request easily by flickering around it eagerly, making her girl tremble. The scene made Mark bite his lip.

"What do you think?" His girlfriend whispered in his ear, her hand barely touching his jean shorts. "Doesn't that give you an incentive?"

Mark questioned about his intention to his woman when he witness Jessica pulling her girlfriend to her and kiss her affectionately, their hips rolling one another. "Maybe..." he made a silent gasp when the women arched their backs and rubbed each other's mounds together, their legs intertwined. "Perhaps I could make something about this."

The man stepped back and started to walk with Heather trailing behind him. He felt a growth between his legs as he walked. The nudity of women made him aroused slightly. However, he was only semi-hard. He thought it would go down once he reached his cabin. However, another event caught his eye.

He walked in front of Melissa's sea green cabin where he heard some groaning in the front. The groaning grew louder, and as they did, Mark grew worried. Heather, on the other hand, knew Cherry Cobbler ice cream had delivered in that cabin. She tip-toed to the window as Mark skirted behind her. Sure enough, her detecting skill proved her right.

On the living room floor, Melissa deeply kissed Peter as he pounded her horny roommate doggy style. The Russian-born held his kisser tightly around her right rosy cheek as his other other stimulated Amanda's pink snow pea. Amanda kept moaning, her eyes gazing into deep space as her breasts kept bouncing on the blue rug. Melissa moaned as she smacked Peter's rolling behind, making him grunt. He straightened his spine as he released himself to Amanda, making her squirm underneath him.

They both panted as Melissa kissed Peter's neck, sucking it tenderly. She saw the man pulled out her best friend and stared at his massive, glistening member. She sighed. "After so much exercise, thought you were done."

Peter, drooped his chiseled head, his wavy pink hair covered his eyes. "How is your condition?" Melissa chuckled embarrassingly, covering her bare mound with her hand. However, the man could see some liquid dripping down her alabaster thigh. "You're ready for me."

"Yes, I am!" Melissa jumped on him, her wet lips touching his leaking crown. "I'm so damn crazy for you, Peter! Oh, you're so..." She couldn't finish her sentence when Amanda snuck behind her and kissed her lips, rubbing her perky bosoms as Peter watched with glee, bucking his hips to push his drill up inside Melissa's wild pink blossom. "Good girls, you two. Oh, you're going to keep me hard for hours, aren't you?" He growled, taking Amanda's hand, and kissed her wrist. She shivered from his lips and went down to kiss them sensually. Melissa moaned, seeing them kiss. "Hey...I'm still present!"

Peter chuckled, breaking the kiss. "My Sugar Plum Fairy, are you jealous of your friend, The Snow Princess? Come now, my Fairy, come and kiss your Nutcracker Prince."

"Oh, you are so charming when you call me your Sugar Plum Fairy!" Melissa leaned down to meet friend and boyfriend alike and kissed them both. The three of them held on to each other as Mark's head became dizzy. He just witnessed something he never thought of seeing. A sexual performance was the last thing he would ever see in his lifetime. So...how would he do with his own? If anything, I think at that point he was persuaded to try the naughty dairy.

Mark and Heather headed to the diner and parlor to see for themselves about the ice cream itself. Mark was more curious about the product more than his girlfriend did since he knew almost nothing about it. When he opened the door for Heather, the place was barely busy. When I saw the couple that first time, I had a feeling they would be making serious whoopee if they aren't too careful. The man himself looked like he didn't even know what he was getting into.

John and I were on a booth ordering an early dinner. There was also Father Alexander who talked to Charles about the day. There were also few couples that were only visiting the place, waiting for their meals as Tony re-entered the diner. Emma just organized her menus into their holders as the delivery boy came behind the counter saluting to the owners.

"Mission accomplished, Mr. and Mrs. Mersfield! All the tins have been delivered!"

"Cheers, Tony," Charles said to the lad, checking his Donald Duck watch. "It took you longer than I expected of you though. Did you have any trouble, lad?"

"Well," the Dutch boy recollected, "I delivered one bin to Jessica and Becky and they were naked."

The priest choke from his coffee hearing that as Charles stood there leniently. "And?"

"They tied me up on the wall as punishment."

Charles nodded as the priest cursed something terrible under his breath, followed by a quick prayer. I was baffled hearing all of this in general. John, however, was more focused on the food when a girl named Ingrid came in with our appetizers. This waitress was one of the oldest employees under the owners, serving it for five years. She was chubby in the middle and very voluptuous on the breasts and hips. She has short blond pigtails and sea green eyes, plus her height is a nice five-foot-four.

"Here we are," she said cheerfully, setting down a huge basket of fried goods. "One sample platter for two. There are the onion buds, fried mushrooms, chicken sliders, mozzarella sticks and pepper poppers as you requested."

"Oh, I'm starving!" I cried, grabbing a hand on the onion buds. Tony waved to Ingrid and blushed as he went inside. As the waitress grinned at us and turned to go back, she saw Heather with Mark. She gasped. "Heather?"

Heather turned around. "Sis!!"

Now, allow me to explain all of this. Heather and Ingrid haven't seen each other for six and a half years. Heather and Mark lived together in Boston, MA since college years. They barely come around Florida to visit them since they couldn't afford it then. However, due to some recent events, Mark took the job in Orlando and he and Heather stayed there for roughly a month. When Ingrid explained to me about this the next day, it made sense that the two sisters clinged on to each other and danced like maniacs.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're back in Florida!" Ingrid said to her older sister, letting go of the hug. "Does Mom and Dad know about you...and Mark yet?"

Heather held her boyfriend's hand and blushed. "Ah-ha, well, Mark and I are still settling in our new humble abode. With his promotion, we could pay our bills early."

Ingrid gasped. "Oh my God!" She squeaked, hugging her sister's boyfriend. "I'm so happy for you!" Mark could tell her joy, her body warming his side. Charles laughed as he looked at his waitress and her bear hug. "Oi Ingrid, why don't you serve Father Alexander another cup of Joe, huh? You can gab to your family later."

The blonde waitress skipped to the counter and took Alexander's mug to put to the kitchen. This amazed the priest. "Does this usually happen in your diner all the time, Charles?"

Charles made a sly smile and put a finger at the side of his nose. "I'll tell you this though. It's never boring in the diner. Good or bad, it's never boring."

Father Alex stared at the co-owner as Ingrid served him another cup of coffee. "Irish Crème and a sprinkle of Sugar."

"Thank you, Miss Ingrid. God bless." He took a sip as Emma saw Mark looking at the specials. "Well, hello there! Welcome to the Cookies & Cream diner and parlor. What can your Auntie Emma get ya?"

Mark made a tiny cough and walked over to the counter, his feet almost tripping him. "Hello there. There is word that you just made a new ice cream."

Emma nodded. "I sure did. It was inspired by my hubby Charles. It's Cobbler mini-week here. Yesterday was Peach Cobbler, today is Cherry Cobbler and tomorrow, I'll make the special...Apple Cobbler Ice Cream."

Heather licked her lips, smiling. "That sounds so delicious, Mrs. Mersfield, I can't wait to try the Apple. For now, we'll take the cherry."

"Whoopee!" Charles cried with a chuckle as his wife started making a batch of cherry Cobbler ice cream. "Sir," he said to Mark, "you're in for a special treat. You eat those cherries, you will be slurping up cherries for days." He chuckled before Emma slapped his crown of his head before finishing mixing the cream. The startled man made a laugh at his blushing wife and wanted to go further before he saw Father Alexander still sitting on the stool with a cup of coffee tipped to his jaw. "Oh... bollocks."

I had to give that man in the cloth credit tolerating such vulgarity from Charles. I'm pretty thankful he didn't speak further about cherries as Ingrid gave us our order. I really couldn't tell you what happened during our dinner (hell, I was thinking about John the whole time while we ate). All I could tell you is there was some embarrassing exchanges between server and customer. All in all, Mark was a good sport for listening to Charles and his double entendres.

Now let us fast forward to a half hour later where Mark and Heather arrived in Ingrid's cabin (the nice sister suggested to them to stay for the night). They stared at the pink, fluffy cream with cherries, whipped cream and graham cracker crumbs. Mark tapped his finger on the green table as he stared at the cream as it began to produce some small dew on the surface. He wondered how much he would take before the serum takes its effect. Heather stared at him, holding his hand. She knew how cautious he was.

"It's okay, Mark," she said, rubbing his arm. "You really don't need to eat this to test it. And...I don't know about your take on it, but if you do try a little and something pops out, we can consider something called a sixty-nine."

Mark crossed his eyebrows, staring at the semi-soft served cream. "No, I think I can do this. I can take a bite. If something happens, then this ice cream is indeed an aphrodisiac like Rosa and Katie stated. Let's test their statement." He took the spoon near him and dug it into the cream deeply. He picked up a walnut sized bite of cream with some crumbs and a cherry on top. He opened his mouth wide and slipped it all in him. He savored the whole bite. The sweet red cherry, the buttery soft crumbs, the creamy whipped cream, all melted in his hot mouth, swallowing it smoothly.

After a moment of awkward silence, Mark felt normal. Nothing changed whatsoever. Heather held his hand, seeing his eyes not dazed from lust. He was just his normal self. He shrugged. "I guess the ice cream didn't take effect."

"I guess not." Heather said, digging her share with a spoon. "Perhaps the serum works for people who need it."

"That might be the case," Mark concluded, taking another bite of the cream. As they continued consuming the ice cream, something felt odd about the room. Mark began to perspire and fanned himself as Heather took off her tank top, showing her camel sports bra. He took a glance at her bra and started to feel a stir. He gulped as he started to unbutton his blouse. Feeling helpful, Heather obliged finishing unbuttoning him. Soon, they gazed at each other, their desires began to rise.

"Well..." Mark said, his blouse opened and his Peach chest now exposed to his girlfriend. "Did the heat increase just now?"

"Um...Ingrid did say the air conditioner works. Do you want to have it on?"

Both bit their lips, their fingers gripping on the spoons. Soon, Mark slammed his soiled spoon down and stood up. "Yes...yes, darling, I think we should turn it on."

It was at that very moment Heather stopped him from going any further, grabbing his pants. She clutched on the rim of the pants, her knees shaking. Mark turned to her, seeing her tremble. "Sweetheart? Don't you want me to turn it on?"

Heather's lips coiled around, but the words never emerged. Her untranslated slurring turned into sensual moaning when she stared at his crotch. Something in his blue jeans began to grow, and she craved for it. Mark began to feel aroused and grunted her name as she loosened his jeans via unzipping with her teeth. She tugged his gingham prison and pulled, letting his now grown boner popped out in front of her.