Porno Gelato


By Lana Fox

In the heat of summer, after closing time….oh, the things I’d scoop onto Amina’s golden body! She’d lie along one of the long cafe tables, her naked body so shapely and brown, her eyes bright with excitement. I’d be almost naked, too, wearing only panties as I scooped ice cream into my hands and let it melt between them. Amina would squirm with excitement at this, begging for my touch. At last, when I pawed at her skin, rubbing the ice cream onto her soft breasts and hard, dark nipples, she’d shiver and beg, “Kathy, harder, baby!” In answer, I’d lay my palms onto those breasts, giving a messy massage, so that her flesh glistened beneath trails of lemon sorbet or slicked vanilla fudge. She’d arch her back, writhing, mewing like a kitten, her thighs rubbing together as I worked her body. The memory of her cream-slicked nipples—so impossibly small and hard—is something I still get off on, even now.

Amina’s cunt, which she always shaved for these rituals, would be smooth and wet, ready for slippery fingers. I loved to rub strawberry gelato onto her pussy lips, my fingers slow and teasing at first, as she spread her knees, breathing, “Baby, please baby.” She’d grasp the sides of the table as I fucked her, her arms so stiff, as if she feared her body would launch if she didn’t! Shivering and writhing, she’d plead, “Harder! Do it more!” 

Oh that summer! Such heat and cool relief! I’d have screwed her forever if she didn’t live far away, in a land I foolishly pictured as a set from a Bollywood movie—a place that smelled of tamarind and sounded like tiny bells. 

As it was, we made the most of our time together. I’d scoop vanilla onto Amina’s belly and glide it slowly towards her cunt, torturing her beautiful body. She’d smile and gasp and cry out as she writhed around, trying to work that ice cream towards just the right places. “Let me touch it!” she’d cry. “Can I touch my pussy, Kathy?”

I always said, “Not yet,” and her dark eyes would gleam. She loved being tormented, my dirty ice cream girl.

Sometimes, the memories of her come to me like snapshots:

Me, finally naked, clambering onto Amina so that the whole ice cream table heaved under our weight. My own breasts and pussy would press against Amina’s, glossing the curves of her body, a meld of nipples and thighs. Thrusting and grinding, pussy on pussy, I’d lather us into a gasping euphoria, the table squeaking under the desperate, jerking pressure, while Amina’s hands forgot the rules and pawed my buttocks with silken cream.

Once Amina was so horny that her eyes reflected fireworks, I’d rise up and push two fingers in her pussy, feeling the now-warm cream mixing with her juices. 

There, I’d fuck her in a bursting frenzy, so her muscles clasped around me as she bucked and bucked, her hips squeezing out every last cry of pleasure. Oh, she wailed and swore, all blasphemy and heaven, her desperate cunt squeezing and plunging onto my fingers. The scent of sweet gelato mixed with the sound of her climax is a memory I’ll never top.

After, when it was my turn, she’d lay me down and lick me with her perfect kitten-tongue, until I myself was clutching at that table, begging her to suck my clit. That girl’s tongue was heaven, and she tortured me so well, slicking me into a frenzy, then stuffing her sweet-tasting fingers in my mouth. “Suck,” she’d say, “suck a little heaven.”

But true bliss came just minutes later, with Amina’s fingers fucking me as her eyes reflected her words: “Give it to me, Kathy! Give it to me now!”

At her bidding, my pleasure would billow like a merciless storm, filling every crack, every thirsty little cell.

I’ll never forget those perfect soaring moments, when the world tasted of strawberries and thick, forbidden cream.

This story first appeared at The Deeper Daily, where you can always find similar sexy reads.

Lana Fox is Co-Founder of the erotic Go Deeper Press. You can find more of her short sexy reads at The Deeper Daily and in Dirty Little Numbers, which she co-edited with Angela Tavares. Her sexy books include Cream: An Erotic Romance, and Confessions of a Kinky Divorcee. She has appeared in numerous anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica 2015, and regularly edits collections by various authors. Join in the fun at www.godeeperpress.com or on Twitter at  @foxlana / @GoDeeperPress.


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