Double Dip


A warbling yelp, far louder than any of the sounds thus far split the night.

Karen gestured toward where the sound had originated.

"At least someone's getting some," Vanille mumbled, her voice full of mock jealousy. Of course, there was some real envy beneath the playfulness, as it had been several months since she'd been with anyone.

Karen yawned. "And on that note, I think I'm going to bed. A girl can only listen to that for so long before she starts getting depressed. You?"

Vanille swirled her cup of wine. "Think I'll finish this."

"I'll see you in the morning, then. Good night."

"Night," Vanille responded.

It was almost surreal, sitting naked in a lawn chair with a cup of wine in hand, watching the moonlight sparkle on the lake. A couple of weeks ago, she couldn't even have imagined she would ever be here — let alone feeling as comfortable as she did. Perhaps there was more to her streak in college than she'd thought.

Mellow from the wine, she dozed off, but only for a few minutes. When a bug flying close by her ear snapped her back into wakefulness, she stretched and opened her eyes, preparing to rise.

The sight of the two young men standing in front of her caused her to start. A split second later, she realized that she was sitting with her legs parted and her head leaned back, thrusting her breasts upward. Lit by a combination of moonlight and firelight, she was on full display for the pair in front of her.

The smiles on David's and Greg's faces hinted that they'd enjoyed the show.

Vanille drew her knees together, trying not to make the motion too obvious, in order to hide her embarrassment. "Little late for ice cream, isn't it?"

"I don't know. A double dip sounds really good about now," David said. He then turned to his friend, and the grins on their faces grew wider.

"You're lucky I'm such a sweet girl," she said as she stood. Naturally, having such strapping younger men admiring her was the real reason. It felt good, and was more than worth the effort of dishing them up a couple of bowls before bed.

Vanille pulled back the tarp hanging around her awning, opened the back door of the truck and climbed in, her body once again responding to the pair. They followed her and stood in the doorway waiting while she retrieved bowls and spoons. Between the wine and her arousal, she felt the desire to show off a little. Rather than kneeling to reach into the cabinets, she bent over instead. Nerves kept her from peeking to see if they were looking, though she had the sensation of eyes upon her.

There was only a little left from the last batch, but it was enough for a couple of bowls. She opened the freezer and retrieved the container — once again bending over to stick out her butt. When she straightened and turned around, both men lifted their eyes slowly, making no effort to hide that her show hadn't went without an audience.

David's eyes roved down from her face for a moment. "Little cold, huh?"

"Well, it is a freezer," she managed to say, a chill running up her spine from knowing that he was looking at her stiff nipples.

It was then that she noticed.

The two impressive cocks she'd been sneaking glances of all day were noticeably larger, and no longer dangling. Instead, they were steadily rising upward. The sight was almost mesmerizing. So much so that she didn't realize how long she was openly staring.

"Getting a little warm out here," Greg said, snapping her out of a trance and flooding her face with warmth.

Vanille's heart beat fast. She might have been able to pass off the looks as some curious nudist admiration, but the erect cocks now bobbing only a couple of feet away spoke of something entirely different.

Are they actually turned on? Both of them?

Even her mini fantasies throughout the day had never dared to go there. She'd never been with more than one man at once, though it had always been an incredibly arousing thought. Still a little doubtful, she decided to play it safe, and handed over the bowls.

David dipped his spoon almost immediately, but rather than bringing it to his mouth, he asked, "Do you want a bite?"

The faint tingling she'd felt between her legs all day whenever the pair came around spiked into an electric pulse as wetness flooded her sex. The look on David's face spoke very clearly of hunger — and not for ice cream. This was one fantasy in which she had indulged, and having a man feed her always set her on fire.

She smiled — hoping against hope that she wasn't dreaming or imagining things. "Sure."

David extended the spoon to her lips, and she parted them. The taste of vanilla awakened her taste buds, even as her flames of passion soared higher. He withdrew the spoon slowly, and she sucked it. A small kissing sound accompanied the spoon finally leaving her lips.

"How about another?" Greg asked, his spoon already moving toward her lips.

Vanille drew in a deep breath and nodded, repeating the sexy display. A little bit of ice cream clinging to the back of the spoon near the handle dribbled onto her chin.

"Whoops," Greg said, and chuckled. He used the spoon to gather up the dollop, and with his eyes locked on hers, brought the spoon to his own lips.

She couldn't suppress the shiver that vision inspired.

"One more?" David asked, not waiting for an answer either. As he moved the spoon toward her lips, he tipped it quite purposely, making no effort to hide what he was doing.

Vanille gasped as chilly vanilla cream spattered on her right breast and nipple.

His voice deep and full of seduction, David asked, "Want me to get that?" He gave his cock a squeeze at the same time.

"Oh yes," she answered in a voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, his tongue curling around the stiff point of her nipple. Vanille sucked in a quavering breath, and then moaned when he closed his lips around her.

Greg guided her to look at him, and her eyelids fluttered open. "Don't think I quite got all of that."

She nearly swooned when he kissed her, but had enough presence of mind for her tongue to join in a dance with his. All the while, David continued to suck her nipple. Somehow, in the midst of the kiss, Greg managed to drip a full spoon of ice cream on her opposite nipple. A choked off yelp escaped her from the shock as his lips left hers to find the creamy bud.

Panting for breath, she twined her fingers into the hair of the two young studs worshiping her breasts. Then, in a near simultaneous motion, both men released her. She whimpered in disappointment, but the lusty looks the pair gave her indicated that the fun was hardly over.

One of Greg's hands squeezed her butt while David took her hand, kneeling and tugging downward at the same time. Her legs feeling weak anyway, she sank down to the grass on her knees. Strong hands then guided her to lie down.

Her back arched as twin, heaped spoonfuls of ice cream dribbled over her breasts. Rivulets of the chilly cream ran down the globes, and the two finally put down their bowls. With them so close on opposite sides of her, she couldn't resist any longer. She reached out, gliding her fingers over both erect phalluses.

"Oh my god," Vanille whispered in a rush. They were both as hard as stone beneath her fingers, and felt even harder when she curled the digits around the throbbing shafts. She had only a brief moment to enjoy the sensation before both men pulled away to recline, leaning over her body.

Tongues swirled over her breasts, lapping up the cream. Lips closed over her stiff nipples, sucking hard and making her whimper. Again and again, the spoons rose over her, cascading the homemade confection over her skin. Cold cream and hot mouths teased and tantalized her, making her writhe on the grass.

Lost in a fog of pleasure, she wasn't ready.

A sharp gasp escaped her when a spoonful of icy cream spattered over her wet heat. Her swollen clit throbbed as the cream meandered between her nether lips, mingling with the wetness already there. David lifted his mouth from her sticky breast, giving her a perfect view of Greg slipping between her legs.

"Oh please, yes," Vanille murmured when the handsome young man hovered over her mound, looking into her eyes and smiling.

An inarticulate cry burst from her lips — stifled, but still loud enough to make her flush with embarrassment. His tongue traced the full length of her nether lips, gathering up the cream. Then, it wriggled between to the center of her pleasure.

She trembled as if from an inner earthquake, panting whimpers tumbling from her lips. Though sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead, chills ran all through her body. Young the man between her legs might be, but he was far from inexperienced. From the moment his tongue touched her, she was in a state of bliss.

David chuckled. "Looks like she likes that."

"So good. Don't stop," Vanille enthusiastically confirmed.

Greg let out a chuckling moan between her legs, his tongue slipping beneath her hood at the same time.

Vanille yelped from the direct assault, her eyes popping wide open. David knee-walked past her, and she saw the spoon he held at the same time as Greg noticed it. An almost evil grin spread across his face as he lifted his mouth from her folds and used his thumb to pull back her hood.

"Oh no. No," she whimpered as the spoon centered over her. Though she struggled against Greg's muscular body holding her leg to the ground, her efforts were weak. Deep down, she wanted what she knew was about to happen.

A spoonful taken directly from the center of the bowl, still almost completely frozen, dropped directly onto her sensitive bud.

There was no holding back the yelp that escaped her, but the shock was sufficient to overwhelm any sense of shame. Breathless from the vocal explosion, she shivered, her mouth open in a silent scream. Before she could recover, Greg's lips locked over her clit once more.

Rendered senseless to anything except the exquisite pleasure once again, her head lashed back and forth on the ground beyond her control. At her side, she could hear David offering amused encouragement to his friend, but she couldn't make out a single word. A knot somewhere between a tingle and an itch built beneath her mound, the first hints of an approaching climax.

Greg's tongue delved deep inside her, offering respite for her pleasure-fogged mind, and allowing her eyes to open. Finding control over her voice again, she looked down at the gorgeous man between her legs and said, "So good."

"That's some sweet pussy," he responded before suckling her folds between his lips.

"You want something sweet, too?"

Vanille shifted her gaze toward David just as he dripped ice cream directly onto the head of his cock.

"Damn," he exclaimed, and stiffened. After blowing out a hard breath, he knee-walked closer, his ice cream covered cock twitching next to her lips.

She didn't hesitate in the slightest.

Vanille moaned around the big cock in her mouth, delighting in David's grunts. A far different, tangier taste mingled with the sweet vanilla, evidencing a drop of pre-cum seeping from the tip into her eager mouth. She braced her elbows beneath her, lifting her body from the earth so she could take him deeper.

"Oh hell yeah. You know how to suck a dick. You like it, don't you?"

"Mmm hmm," she responded without slowing.

It was everything she could have imagined, and more. She had a hard young cock in her mouth, throbbing from her ministrations. An equally perfect man was between her legs, lapping her with the eager gusto of youth, but the skill of a man far older. Her pleasure mounted, and soon she had trouble concentrating on the hard organ between her lips.

An especially sharp jolt of pleasure caused her to cry out, David's cock slipping from between her lips. Her elbows slipped from beneath her, and she fell to the grass once more. Her hands lifted to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples.

"Think you're about to get her off,"

"Oh god yes. Please don't stop," Vanille begged.

"You gonna come?" David asked.

Her voice rising in both pitch and volume as she hovered at the cusp of oblivion, she answered, "I'm going to come so hard."

Greg's lips centered over her clit, drawing folds, hood, and the swollen nub between them. He sucked hard, his tongue teasing in what seemed to be everywhere at once, and she came.

Vanille had just enough presence of mind to slap a hand hard over her mouth, stifling the scream of ecstasy as she exploded in orgasm. Her body convulsed, clawed fingers digging into the earth. Her thighs snapped together, trapping Greg's head between them, holding his mouth against her. She had never come so hard in her life, and thought for a moment that she was going to black out from the pleasure.

Previously tight muscles went limp as the first climactic wave released her, and Greg jerked his head from between her legs.

"Damn," he chuckled after catching his breath.

Vanille jolted from the cooler air kissing her hot pussy, setting off another wave of pleasure. Untouched, she continued to come, panting for breath and whimpering for what felt like an eternity. At last, her orgasm settled into aftershocks.

She was dripping with sweat and still twitching when David said, "Eiffel Tower, dude," and held out his hand over her.

Greg slapped his hand against his friend's and laughed. "Your turn."

Having barely come down from the most intense orgasm of her life, Vanille realized that it was only beginning.

She swallowed hard and pointed with a trembling hand toward the truck. "Water."

"Sucked her dry, man," Greg said, and then gave his friend a thumbs-up before rising to enter the truck.

David slipped an arm beneath her back and helped her sit up. He gave her breast a squeeze and said, "You've got great tits. I don't know how I kept from having a raging hardon all day."

Said erection was well within reach, and Vanille didn't squander the opportunity. She wrapped her fingers around it, once again amazed by the girth and hardness. "God, you have a gorgeous cock. Both of you."

"Hot as that mouth is, there's somewhere I'd much rather put it."

Vanille gasped, her body tensing and a fresh rush of wetness flooding her sex. "There's somewhere I'd much rather have it."

"Hell yeah," Greg said as he emerged from the truck and handed over a cup of water.

Vanille drank, soothing her throat, and drained the glass dry. Her fingers never uncurled from around David's throbbing erection.

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Ready to have that pussy stuffed?"

"Oh yes, I want it."

Greg made a curious gesture, placing the heels of his hands together into an L shape. David nodded and reclined.

"Ride him and suck me?"

The thought of being filled from both ends by hard young cock was enough to steal her voice again. She nodded, moving to straddle David almost before she could form the thought. He wasn't wasting any time either, and stood his cock straight up as soon as she was over it. Greg's cock loomed in her peripheral vision, inches from her lips as she guided David inside her.

A deep, almost animalistic growl rumbled in the back of Vanille's throat as she sank down on David's big cock. She was soaking wet, and he slid easily inside her, filling her so full. Once every delightful inch was buried inside her, she started to move her hips in slow circles and turned toward Greg. He fed her his cock as soon as she parted her lips.

David bucked his hips up toward her as she stirred his cock inside her. Greg's hand fisted in her hair, and he tugged her forward and back while she engulfed him in her mouth. She couldn't handle more than half without gagging, but he seemed perfectly content with that. David helped hold her upright with one arm, while the other snaked over her thigh and found her clit.

Vanille whimpered and moaned around Greg's cock, her excitement building rapidly. David's fingers were every bit as talented as Greg's tongue, and she was stuffed full of his cock at the same time. Both men were groaning, evidence that she wasn't the only one thoroughly enjoying the experience. Greg's fingers tightened in her hair, and he took over.

She'd never had anyone fuck her mouth before, and it startled her at first. As if on cue, David moved his hand from her clit to her ass, shifting his body at the same time. She moved in response to the pressure, and her eyes widened when he started thrusting up into her.

She was being taken, two cocks driven by muscular bodies having their way with her. Though the tip of Greg's cock sometimes poked into her throat, causing her to croak, the feeling of being ravaged overcame any discomfort. It was as if the pair could read her mind, finding every fantasy she'd ever had, and fulfilling it to perfection.

The chilly itch of climax was beginning to swell when David's butt dropped to the ground and he took several fast breaths. Vanille started grinding her pussy on him again, but the two men had other ideas.

Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, "Doggy style."

With great reluctance, she lifted her hips, letting David slip from her clinging sheath. An almost desperate moan escaped her as an aching void replaced the wonderful fullness, but it didn't last long. David scooted from beneath her, and Greg grabbed her ass as soon as she spun to lower her hands to the ground.

"Now that's an ass," Greg said, and gave it a slap.

Vanille gasped and looked back over her shoulder to watch Greg move closer, the tip of his cock pressing against her nether lips. A moment later, she was full of hard cock again, and another filled her vision.

David's cock glistened in the light as it moved closer. The thought of tasting herself on him caused her to hesitate for a moment, but when the mushroom tip tapped against her lips, they parted of their own volition. Surprisingly, the scent of her own arousal and the taste of her juices had the opposite effect she might have expected. After the first burst of flavor, she sucked enthusiastically for every delicious drop.

"Your pussy taste good?"

Vanille let him pop from her lips just long enough to say, "I love it," before engulfing him in her mouth again.

"That's fucking hot," David growled, his hands coming to rest on the back of her head.

"Fuck, that pussy's tight," Greg growled as he pounded her. His balls slapped against her as his cock thrust deep, nearly to the entrance of her womb. "And that ass," he added before spanking it again.

Greg mimicked David's action, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. Already creeping toward climax, she soared from the power of his thrusts and his nimble fingers. Cries she couldn't contain prevented her from keeping her lips locked around David's cock, and he opted to squeeze her breasts, his hard, saliva-slick cock still twitching before her eyes.

Vanille's toes began to curl as she drew ever closer to an explosion. Greg pounded her hard, rocking her body forward until her forehead was tapping against David's cock. Before she could reach the point of no-return, Greg slowed. She could hear him breathing hard and cursing under his breath.

Desperate to come, Vanille begged, "Please don't stop. Please don't stop. So close."

Greg growled when she squeezed her intimate muscles around him and pushed her butt back at him. "Hang on. Too close to busting a nut."

"Please. Give it to me. Come inside me."

"Ah, hell yeah," Greg said, his voice full of excitement. His fingers dug into her hips and he drove his cock into her depths with full force once again.

Hearing how much it turned her young lover on, she continued to encourage him. "I want it. I want your cum. I'm going to come too. Fuck me hard."

"You want that load up in you?" Greg asked, his voice tight.

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