Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

I was already quite aroused and she worked so furiously, licking and slurping, that in no time at all I was ready to come. When I pulled my cock out of her mouth she knew immediately what I had in mind, and tilted her head back, mouth open like a baby bird, to receive my come.

I let it spurt onto her face and into her mouth, and let her lick the last few drops as they dribbled down the shaft of my cock. Then I straightened my clothes and zipped up.

When I was done I had her put her hands behind her head and told her to stay there.

Then I left the alley.

I made my way out to the square again and bought an orange popsicle from a street vendor. When I returned to where I'd left Carol she was, of course, exactly as I'd left her: kneeling on the concrete with her back to the alley's entrance, hands locked behind her head and naked except for her sandals and the shorts and panties tangled around her ankles. Her behind was still a brick red that contrasted with the rest of her white skin. When she heard my footsteps approaching she quickly turned her head to make sure it was me, then returned to her position.

I walked around in front of her. It was hot that day and sweat, mixed with my come, was dripping from her face. I knelt down and held up the popsicle in front of her and let her watch as I peeled off the wrapper and broke the popsicle in half. I lay one half down on the wrapper in a shady spot. Then I held the remaining half up to her lips.

She must have been dying of heat and thirst after everything that had happened because she attacked that popsicle with her lips and tongue even more vigorously than she had my cock. I slid the glistening orange ice in and out of her mouth a few times while she devoured it.

When she had eaten it all and licked the stick clean I tossed it aside and picked up the other half of the popsicle, already melted somewhat despite having been left in the shade. I took a few slurps to refresh myself then held it up in front of her as I had the first one. But instead of bringing it to her lips I lowered it slowly, watching her head tilt down as she followed it with her eyes. When I touched the icy tip to the depression in her collarbone she gasped.

But when I dragged it slowly down her chest, leaving a sticky orange trail, she began breathing hard through her mouth. Especially when I used the tip to paint first one breast then the other, tracing a spiral design leading up to each nipple, which I then circled and teased in turn until they were rock-hard and dripping with orange sweetness.

By then she had thrown her head back as far as she could with her hands still locked behind it. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth hung open as she gasped and moaned, but she shut it—and began biting her lower lip, breathing quickly through her nose—when I removed the popsicle and began licking the juice from her breasts.