One good turn deserves another…and so does one good turn-on
I’ve been driving my ice cream truck in Harlem for nearly 10 years now, and I stick out like a sore thumb in that neighborhood. Being lily-white with flaming red hair will do that. Some of the people on my route I’ve known for as long as I’ve been working up there, or nearly. And some I think of as friends.
I first met Lakweesha seven years ago, when she was 13. She and her little brother, Marcellus, were standing at the truck. A number of kids had ordered. Finally Lakweesha asked if I had any freebies.
They had no money; my heart went out to them. I was 23 at the time. Motioning her to the window, I told her to hold out her hand like she was giving me money. And I handed them an ice cream. It was blistering hot that day, and I could see the relief on their faces.
Evidently Lakweesha never forgot that.
Seven years later, early last summer, she stood at the side of the truck again. Lakweesha was no longer a gangly 13-year-old. She had blossomed into one drop-dead gorgeous woman! She stands about six feet tall and is built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She must sport a 38D-25-37 figure, without a drop of fat.
Her shorts were very short, riding up the crack of her ass. Her tube top strained to conceal her luscious tits. And her short Afro was dyed a bright blonde. Her thighs rippled with muscle when she moved. And her belly was cut into a six-pack. One hot woman!
Being bi, I found myself imagining what she would look like naked. Not that that much imagination was needed, the way she was dressed. Very revealing.
Her brother was with his buddies at the back of the crowd around the side of the truck. Lakweesha muscled her way to the side, opened the door, and stepped into the truck. “Close up now and drive off,” she said. Urgency filled her voice.
I looked at her, stunned. “Why?” I whispered.
“Just do it!” she insisted. “I’ll explain in a minute.”
I felt fear hit me in the stomach. Closing the side panel without explanation, I started the engine and drove off.
There is no passenger seat in one of these trucks. So Lakweesha squatted on the floor at the sliding door. I couldn’t help but see the tight shorts ride into the cleft that was her thick, dark cunt-lips. The fear I felt was suddenly peppered with lust, and I felt an intense wave of desire flow through me.
About a block away she said, “My little brother and his friends were going to rob you. I overheard him discussing it in the living room. I remember what you did for us way back when and appreciate that forever. I wasn’t going to let him do that to you.”
I was floored! Her brother had always been so nice to me. I didn’t know he was doing things like that. “Won’t you have to face him later?” I asked. I figured he would be pissed off.
She stood with a grin on her face. “Ain’t none of them bastards want to mess with this,” she said proudly. I could see why. She’s big, powerful, and beautiful.
She squatted again, and again her lips were revealed. I couldn’t keep my eyes from them. The hunger was building inside me. I’d never been with a black girl before. And she was coal black. The contrast of her dark skin against my lily-white skin would be one very erotic sight. The two of us entwined in a hot lesbian tryst would look damn good in my memories!
She saw me looking at her cunt. “You like that, white girl?” she asked.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t know if she was into girls or not. She had caught me peeking, and I felt like I did when I was six and my dad caught me stealing from my mother’s pocketbook. I was embarrassed and felt my face flush.
“Oh you doooooo!” she said in a sing-song tone. She stood and went to the back of the truck. I watched in the rear-view mirror. Without hesitation she peeled the shorts from her sumptuous body. God! I gasped. She is truly beautiful! Everything on her is firm. Her hips are thick and muscular. Her thighs taper, thick with muscle. Her cunt is plump and full, the lips forming a neat slit. The dark hair is trimmed into a narrow strip.
Her tube top followed, and she stood there, stark naked. From the movement, her big, soft tits bounced and swayed freely. My own cunt was feeling an extreme ache. I was getting wet and needed to get off, now!
Since I have been on the same route for so long, I know the neighborhood. I knew where some semi-privacy could be had, and that’s where I drove to.
As soon as I shut down the engine, I turned and stripped. I’d like to think at 30 I’m not bad-looking either. As I said, my hair is a flaming red. It is thick and cascades to my upper back. At five-seven, I am slender, with 36C tits. The nipples are pink and the areolae swell. They look like almost-ripe cherries when I am horny. And I was very horny at that moment.
I approached her, trembling. I felt my hands quivering with excitement.
No words were spoken. It was like we each knew what was in the other’s heart. I went to my knees and brought my mouth to her heavenly cunt. Just as it looked, it was firm and full. My pressing my lips to it brought a moan from her: “Nnnnnnnnyes white girl!” she gasped.
Her hands found my hair and pulled my face to her crotch. I let my tongue slither out and squirm against her swollen clit. The pink of her cunt starkly contrasted with the dark flesh of her skin. Rich, rich candy! Exotic sweets. How I wanted to eat this divine woman.
Her legs parted, and she leaned back as I slavered over her cunt. Her juices flowed like she had not had any sex in quite some time. I licked and lapped all over her cunt-lips, sliding my tongue into her slippery cunt, trying to get all the juices she was giving up. But I couldn’t get it all.
I looked up, my mouth open and pressed to her hot cunt. She was leaning back against one of the coolers. Her round, firm ass supported her body. Her hands were massaging her big, sexy tits, squeezing the flesh surrounding her nipples as she rubbed those nipples together.
My cunt was sopping. I ached to reach down and frig myself off. But she was all I could handle at the moment.
As I ate that hot, musk-rich cunt, she moaned and groaned. Occasionally her hips would buck wildly, uncontrollably, with the hot searing pleasure of orgasm. And she stayed just like that, leaning back, legs parted wide and teasing her tits.
Finally my neck got the better of me. I had it cocked back to get at her as best I could, and it crimped on me.
When I pulled away, I expected her to object. But she didn’t. Instead she cooed, “Oh man, are you good. I ain’t come like that in a long, long time! Lemme do you!”
Okay. You don’t need to bash me upside the head to make me know a good thing. We traded places. Since I am smaller, it would have been difficult for her to do me while on her knees. She simply picked me up and sat me on the cooler, then knelt before me.
Before I could stop her, she opened the freezer at our side, reached in, and came up with a grape Popsicle. Before I knew what had hit me, she had half of it stuck into my fiery cunt. I wailed with the shock of the cold. I tried to pull away from it, but she held me fast. I felt the cold numbing me after a minute and settled down a little. When another minute had passed, she slid the iced treat from me. Opening wide, she stuck it in her mouth and slowly pulled it out. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned with a smile. “Grape cunny!” She handed it to me, and I took it as she went to her knees.
I barely felt her tongue at first. I was numbed. But gradually I started to feel it.
Remember how, when you were a kid, your parents couldn’t get you out of the snow if they tired? Finally, hours later you’d come in, numb to the bone? Remember what it felt like thawing out? That prickly heat slowly creeping into your body?
Imagine that and the delights of a girl’s skilled tongue slithering in and out of your cunt at the same time. I was lit up! It felt like a small-volt battery had been connected to my flesh with each stroke of her tongue. Each stroke brought fiery, intense pleasures shooting through my cunt. It reverberated into my abdomen and had me jerking and spasming uncontrollably. And I hadn’t even come yet.
She worked that magic on my cunt for what had to be half an hour. My legs were drawn up with my heels on the edge of the freezer, giving her complete access to my loins. And she licked and sucked my hot pink cunt for a good 30 minutes.
I did come a couple of times near the end of her rapid-fire tongue. That squirming oral sex organ repeatedly dipped into my raw, sopping, sensitive cunt flesh over and over and over again. It was almost like a dick. But it was better! It could flex and bend and twist around inside me, and that drove me half insane.
After I’d erupted twice, she did back away. But she didn’t let me stop there. She stood and helped me down off the freezer, and then she climbed on it. She scooted her butt back a bit and spread her legs wide. “Cunt-hunch me,” she panted. “Get yours against mine and grind, baby!”
Oh! My! God! I had seen this in porn movies but had never done it. Cunt to cunt. Hot, horny lips, stiff, sensitive clits rubbing and bumping together!
I hopped on. Straddling her hips, I squatted down and positioned myself so my cunt was right in front of hers.
She drew her legs up, and I sat on my butt. Arching my hips a little, I felt the press of our hot, quivering cunts. Immediately I started to gush. I felt wave after wave of pleasure burst through me. I had never felt such exquisite delights as this before. The raw essence of female rubbing against the raw essence of female. There is nothing so fine as that in all the world.
I did have a schedule. And now I was late. After we had brought each other off a couple of times, we made plans. She would meet me around the corner from the ice cream company every morning. She would ride with me. I had a break, 30 minutes every morning, an hour lunch, and 30 minutes in the afternoon. In the evening, overtime, I worked at my own pace. So I took another break then.
For the rest of the summer we did the nasty in the ice cream truck. Now we live together. I am back in school, and she has an interest in going. I am trying to get her in on grants. I think it will work.
Yep! Thirty and in college. No better way to remain young than to surround yourself with wild youth. And Lakweesha certainly does like my circle of friends. She is a sex fiend and can’t get enough. Which is fine with me!