Santana was on the radio, “Man, it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun.”

He wasn’t kidding. Welcome to summer in Houston, Texas.

The hot breeze blew humid air off the Gulf of Mexico and across Galveston Bay, up the ship channel to downtown. The ‘Feels-Like’ temperature in H-town was 108°F. The thermometer on the back deck said 99° F. The Fourth of July weekend was upon us and the forecast was sunny and hot.

Catherine already had her morning fling with Lucky, her favorite dildo. Her orgasm was less than two hours ago and she was still raging with lust. She was definitely going to need a nice hard cock and the sooner she got one, the better.  

This weekend, Catherine was single. Her girlfriend was in Florida with family, and her boyfriend was in Las Vegas chasing tail. Her side-piece Randy had to work a shutdown all weekend so she wouldn’t see him until next weekend.

Angelina was usually ready for a date. She and her boyfriend Brad were always eager to hook up. For now, she would leave her options open.

Catherine had just completed her morning run. She ran the five-mile round trip to the park and back in fifty-five minutes flat, a pretty good time for her.

She ran into the house and walked it off. She did her breathing exercises to bring herself under control. She walked out on the deck to look around the yard.

Catherine had several citrus trees growing in the yard and loved using the fruit in her recipes. She had Ponderosa and Meyer lemons, Mexican limes, and kumquats. The trees were a lot of work to keep, but she thought they were worth it.

Catherine enjoyed growing citrus and using the fruit in drinks and pies. Two Meyer lemons and four Ponderosas were ready today, and several limes would be ready in the next day or two.

She used the Ponderosas, a few eggs, and basic ingredients to make a lemon meringue pie. She put it in the gas oven for a few minutes until the meringue tips were brown, then set it on the counter to cool.

She decided to work on her all-over tan, peeling off her running outfit and kicking off her Nikes. She laid a beach towel on the lounge chair overlooking the backyard and rubbed on a ton of lotion.

She did her back first, lying face down on the big towel. Even with cocoa butter slathered all over her alabaster skin, she could only lay out for a short time. She did her back for twenty minutes, rubbed on more lotion, then did her front for twenty minutes. The label on the bottle read, ‘Turn or Burn’ and she didn’t want to burn the girls.  

Catherine gave her boobs a quick feel; they were full, firm, and hot, slick with sweat and cocoa butter. She liked her boobs. Other girls had bigger boobs than she did, but Catherine thought her boobs were pretty hot too.

Time was up so she stood and stretched, sunshine glistening off her lightly tanned nude body. As light-skinned as she was, she could never manage to get more than a light tan.

Sunburn? No problem. Dark tan? Not happening.

Catherine figured a light tan was better than no tan at all.   

She pulled out her messy bun, ran her fingers through her hair, and shook out the honey-blonde locks cascading down her back.

She stood peering across the backyard, shading her baby blue eyes with her hands. Through the slats of the perimeter fence, she saw a tiny movement.

“Good morning, Mr. Johnson,” she said and waved her arm. She couldn’t see him, but he never missed a chance to peep at her through a knot hole in the fence. He was surely getting his eyes full today.

Mr. Johnson’s hand appeared above the fence and waved back, a loud voice saying, “Good morning, Catherine.”

She giggled. He must have one gnarly eyeball from looking through that knothole for nearly an hour in this heat. She put the towel over her shoulder and grabbed the lotion.

Mr. Johnson is an older widowed veteran who lives in the house behind Catherine’s. At sixty-two, John is six feet tall with a classic dad bod. He has a handsome, friendly face, hazel eyes, salt-and-pepper hair, and a great sense of humor. A few years ago, he lost his wife Maggie to a car accident. Now, it is just him and his dog, Jake.

His daughter, Mary, and sister Jill visited him from time to time. He was fully able to take care of himself and did not hesitate to frequently and often hilariously remind both ladies of that fact.

Sometimes when Catherine was out front working in the yard or sitting on the screen porch, he would stop by to chat and have a glass of tea.

Catherine always had gallon jars of tea on the deck railing, soaking up the sun. She brought one of them in and set it on the kitchen counter. She toweled off, still damp from sweat and suntan lotion. As the AC cooled her, her skin tightened, and her nipples stiffened.

She was getting chilly, so she threw on her USA flag bikini and coverup in honor of the holiday. She sat on the end of the bed and brushed her long blonde hair, humming along to an old song on the radio. After she finished her hair, she went back to the kitchen.

She removed the lid of the one-gallon tea jar, removed the tea bags, and squeezed them into the liquid. Next, she added a cup of white sugar and stirred it in. She grabbed two big lemons from the kitchen window sill, cut them in half, squeezed them into the tea, and dropped them in.

Still wondering what she was doing over the long weekend, she poured herself a big glass of iced tea, grabbed a slice of pie, and went out front to sit on the screen porch. It was cool out there with the big ceiling fans running. She could watch the world go by and have some pie.

The big screen porch ran down the front of the house with two doors facing the street, one at each end, directly opposite the front doors to the house. The lower half was solid, and the top half screened. The big ceiling fans kept the air moving and helped keep the bugs out.

The porch was furnished with two high-top tables with four stools and an old leather couch with two matching chairs. It was a versatile space with plenty of room to set up a porch sale, massage table, or play cards at a poker table.

Her Schwinn was leaning against the side wall next to her room, her girlfriend sat at the opposite end.

The big electric delivery van pulled up without a sound and stopped in front of the house. Catherine went over and held the door open so Dennis, the driver, could bring in the boxes. Her new toys were in the van.

“Hey, Dennis. Hot enough for ya?”

“It’s 100 degrees in my van, Cat. The friggin’ AC broke down.”   

“Oof! That sucks. Can you come in for a minute? Do you need a bottle of water or anything? I asked.

“No, thanks. You’re my last stop. I have to bring the van in for service, then I’m off for the weekend.”

“Well, thanks for bringing those boxes in for me.”

“My pleasure, Catherine. See you later.”

“See ya, Dennis.”

Catherine returned to the porch, sipped her tea, and finished her pie. She opened the boxes, oohing & ahhing at all the new outfits to wear and toys to try out. She was going to turn up the intensity with her girlfriend, so she picked out some canes and outfits just for their BDSM sessions.

She also ordered various vibrators to complement her growing toy collection.

She was like a kid in a candy store when she saw the many types and styles. She limited herself to five devices, so she picked out a C-shaped clit vibe, a second butt plug like the one she got for her girlfriend so now they both had one, a Magic Wand, and a double-ended vibrator for two. Now she just needed someone to help her try them out.  

All of a sudden she heard the music in the distance:

“Round and round the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel,

They ran and they ran and they had great fun. Pop! Goes the weasel!”

It was the ice cream truck! Catherine hadn’t seen Dave the Ice Cream Man in weeks.  

Dave usually passes by just about eleven o’clock, but by the time he makes his way through the neighborhood, it is lunchtime. Catherine couldn’t think of anything she’d rather have for lunch than puddin’ pie banana pops, dixie cups all flavors and push-ups, too. She loved it all - ice cream sandwiches, fudge bars, Creamsicles, and freeze-pops. She was going to stock up.

She was Jonesing for a frosty treat. There were no kids at this end of the block, so it probably wasn’t worth it for him to come down this way very often. Well, Catherine was going to make it worth his while. He was her Ice Cream Man and she was gonna stop him when he’s passin’ by.

She figured if she let him cool her one time, she’d be his regular stop.  

Catherine met Dave while playing in the pool league soon after she moved here. He was a sexy, muscular, dark black man, ripped from weight training at the gym. He was just over six feet tall and very strong.

He was a really good stick, very difficult to beat. She came close several times but managed to beat him only once, and that was because she cheated—not on the table but off.

First, Catherine slowly got David drunk as they played a few warm-up games. Misdirection was the name of her game, flirting and distracting the hell out of him with the transparent sundress and thong she was wearing. He scratched on the eight ball and Catherine took the win. Misdirection is part of the game, and Catherine misdirected the hell out of poor Dave.

She threw all her toys back in the boxes and brought them inside. Then, she grabbed her phone, slipped on her sandals, and went out front to wait. She could hear him working his way up one street and down the next, “Pop! Goes the Weasel!” blaring as he worked his way through the neighborhood. It was taking forever, so he was probably getting mobbed on this hot, sticky day.

Catherine was hot and sticky. The fans kept her cool on the outside, but inside, she was about to boil over.

She could still hear the music in the distance and walked out to the street to look up and down it. There was no one in sight, let alone the ice cream truck. The hot weather had everyone inside sucking up the AC.

Suddenly, Catherine saw the truck pull up to the stop sign a block away. She stood in the middle of the street and peeled off her cover-up, pulling it over her head and off, revealing her petite, sexy body and big boobs dressed in tiny a string bikini. That did the trick. The truck turned and headed toward Catherine.

She stood in the middle of the street as he approached, circling her and parking by the curb. As he opened up, she went around to the truck's curb side.

When the side door opened, Dave greeted her with a big smile. “Hey, Catherine! Where have you been all my life?”

He was wearing a tight, white tank top, his ripped, muscular body, and arms in full view. He had a light sheen of sweat on his jet-black skin. Catherine’s insides were burning with desire for this hot Nubian stud.

“Dave! It’s been weeks. Are you dodging me?” she joked.

“Well, if you keep dressing like that I’ll stop by every day!” Catherine giggled at his remark.

“I had to make sure you wouldn’t forget about me, Dave. One bomb pop, please.”

Catherine gave him a big smile with her pretty blue eyes. His face showed a combination of loving admiration and pure animal lust.

She pulled a scrunchie off her wrist and put her hair up in a ponytail to cool her sweaty neck. Her string bikini top was stretched thin across her breasts and a little patch of red, white, and blue cloth covered her blonde bush.

Dave reached into the freezer and handed over the red, white, and blue bomb pop, a long rocket-shaped popsicle that would last in the Texas heat. This girl was so hot he thought she would catch fire.

 “Thank you, Dave,” said Catherine, keeping her blue eyes locked on his brown ones. “I was hoping you have enough treats left to fill up my freezer. You know all my favorite flavors. Would you do it for me, Dave? Would you fill me up?”

Dave couldn’t believe it. He had crushed on Catherine for years, never dreaming he would see her like this. She was smoking hot and looked like she was ready to go.

He told himself, “Don’t fuck this up, man, just go with the flow. I think she wants more than ice cream. She wants the D.”

Catherine had her left hand holding her ponytail and the right one was pushing the bomb pop in and out of her mouth, still staring at Dave. He turned on the radio and Catherine’s hips started swaying to the music.

Catherine pulled the big popsicle out of her mouth and started melting it on the back of her neck, sticky popsicle juice running down her back to her bottom. She put it back in her mouth for a few more sucks before pulling it out again and melting it on her throat. Red, white and blue juice streamed between her breasts, down her belly to pool in her cute belly button.

Catherine rubbed the icy treat on her nipples as Dave watched, the bulge in his shorts growing by the second. First, she pushed it down her top to tease her left nipple, soaking it with juice that dribbled down her body to her hip. The right nipple got the same treatment, then she melted it all over her belly.

She shoved the bomb pop down her bikini bottom, humping it to melt the rest of the juice on her pussy. Catherine had completely coated herself in sticky popsicle juice in the sexiest manner possible.

She made a production of licking the juice off the popsicle stick and handed it back to Dave.

Catherine said, “I’d like to order whatever you have left ‘To Go’. For my freezer. Fill me up, Dave.”

She stood by the door covered in juice looking up at Dave. His shorts did nothing to hide his manly bulge. She looked down at it and then back up at Dave, giggling.

Dave stepped down to hold the little blonde in his arms and feel her big boobs against his muscular chest. He leaned in and kissed his crush, covering her mouth with his, finally tasting the popsicle flavored blonde.

Catherine kissed him back passionately. She was impossibly horny and burning with desire. She wanted this man inside her.

Catherine pulled away. “Come on, bring all that stuff and put it in my freezer before it melts out here.” She turned and walked into the house, grabbing her coverup. Her little tush sashayed back and forth. Dave was mesmerized by the sight.

Catherine yelled, “Let’s go, Dave!”  

Dave snapped out of it. He pulled all the treats out of his truck as fast as he could and brought them into Catherine’s kitchen. When Dave came in, she was standing there, holding the freezer door open.

Catherine was watching him the whole time, eating popsicles and melting them all over herself, her hips making an involuntary grinding motion.

She was completely covered in popsicle juice when she pulled off her top and threw it on the floor in front of the freezer. Dave couldn’t miss it.

He looked at the soaked bikini top lying on the floor, closed the freezer door, and turned around.

Catherine had her arms up, her hands on top of her head, looking at Dave. Her full breasts and erect nipples begging for his touch. He stepped forward, took her in his strong arms, and devoured her face, neck, and shoulders.

He massaged her big tits, squeezing and caressing them. He ravaged them with his mouth licking and sucking her long thick nipples. He gave her nipples a good workout, pinching them between his fingers and thumbs.

“Harder Dave. Pinch them harder,” she said and he did. He pinched and tugged on them, stretching them as far as they would go. He pinched her nipples tightly and twisted them hard. When he leaned in to give each one a sucker bite she lost it.

Catherine shivered, “Oh God, fuck yes Dave. Fuck yes. I'm cumming, Dave!”

Catherine sunk her teeth into Dave’s chest just above his right nipple and creamed her bikini, shuddering in orgasm as her nails dug into his back.

Dave grimaced, “Mmmmm!”

She threw her head back and moaned, ”Dave…ooooooo, Dave.”

Catherine’s hands were in his shorts as Dave kissed and caressed her mouth and breasts through her orgasm.

Catherine said, “Mmm…Dave has a nice cock…just right…oh, Dave!”  

Catherine couldn’t wait to feel it in her mouth…sliding down her throat…choking her. Oh, God! There was nothing that made Catherine cum harder than the thought of choking on a thick black cock, gurgling around it as it entered her throat again and again.

Choking on cock. The thought made her weak in the knees.

Catherine pulled Dave’s cock out of his shorts. She held his black cock with both hands, stroking it and marveling over it in awe. She had never seen a black cock before. This cock was cut, eight inches long, black and beautiful.

Catherine thought, if there were beauty awards for cocks, Dave’s would surely win first place.

The scent of his sweaty balls was intoxicating. She wanted to lick them, to capture that manly essence. She had to taste his sweaty balls, feel his cock throbbing in her mouth.

Her mouth was watering. She wanted to taste his cum.  

Catherine dropped to her knees in front of Dave and pulled his shorts down. She held the head of his cock in her mouth, one hand holding it and the other jacking him off. She gripped his cock tightly with her lips and tickled his cockhead with the tip of her tongue.

She reached between his legs and fondled his heavy balls. She tugged them gently while she jacked him off. The scent of his sweaty balls filled her nostrils and she wrapped her lips around his hefty meat.

Dave moaned and humped Catherine’s face, jamming his cock down her throat and making her choke on it. She moaned around the black dick as it swelled in her mouth.

“That’s it, choke on my fat dick, girl. Choke on it!”

She was choking on his cock when he started to cum. That’s all it took for her orgasm to hit, girl juice soaking her bikini bottom and running down her inner thighs.  

He filled her mouth with ropes of thick cream as she sucked his balls dry. She looked up at him so he could see her mouth filled with cum and watch while she swallowed it all.

Catherine was one hundred percent sure she would let him cum inside her.

“Oh, Catherine! Dammit, girl! That was the best blow job I’ve ever had!”

She giggled, “Come, sit with me.”

Catherine stood up and brought him in to sit on her bed. She stood in front of him, not wanting to take her eyes off him for even a second.

“Dave, that’s the first time anyone made me cum just by playing with my boobs. Plus you have a beautiful cock. I bet you didn’t know that’s my real favorite treat, did you? Choking on your cock made me cum so hard I almost passed out.”

“So I can take all the ice cream back?” Dave teased.

Catherine punched him in the leg, “No.”

She stood in front of him at the foot of her bed massaging her boobs just out of Dave’s reach. She looked into Dave’s eyes, teasing him as she spoke.

“I bet you fuck good too. Don’t you, Dave? With that long thick cock.”

Dave fell back on the bed propped up on his elbows. “Catherine, if you get me hard again I’ll suck those tits and your sweet pussy and fuck you all afternoon.”

Catherine couldn’t help laughing, “Damn straight you are! You’re mine today, Dave. I caught you fair and square. You’re a keeper and I’m keeping you.”

She reached down to the front of her bikini bottom and stroked her kitty through the thin material. Dave’s eyes followed.

“How do you know I’m a keeper, Catherine? Maybe you should throw me back?”

“Hold that thought,” she said, padding off through the house, returning a few minutes later with a ruler.

She stood between his knees and pushed him back on the bed. His semi-erect cock stood straight up.

“Wow. It’s still hard!” Catherine laid the ruler on the bed and wrapped a hand around Dave’s cock. She gave it a few strokes, feeling it grow in her hand. She grabbed the ruler and measured his cock.

“Eight inches, you're over the limit, so you’re definitely a keeper.”

She returned her hand to his cock continuing to stroke it. She was impressed that he was still hard. Most guys she had sex with were one and done. Dave was different.

“You like that Dave?” she said, putting her other hand down her bikini bottom to stroke her dripping Kitty.

“I’d like it better if you got rid of the bikini.”

“You wanna see my kitty Dave?”

She pulled off her bottom exposing her blonde bush. She wrapped her soaking wet bottoms around Dave cock and continued to jack him off.

“Oh, Catherine. Yours is the first blonde pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day. It’s not going to be the first thing you do with a blonde pussy today.”

“Let’s get you a closer look,” she said as she climbed on top of him. He scooted back up her bed to the pillows where he could lie back and watch this blonde angel in action.

She crawled up his body on all fours, kissing his balls, and giving his cock a quick suck.

He was rock hard now, but it could wait.

The sexy blonde laid her hands flat on his hard six-pack abs, running them up his torso under his tank top and pulling it off.

She kissed his belly and stuck his tongue in his belly button and wiggled it around, eliciting a giggle from Dave.

“Ticklish? Good to know.”

Her hands looked small and pale against the dark black skin of his well-defined pecs.

She pushed the shirt up and over his head and pulled it off.

It was his turn to shiver and moan as Catherine laid her own trail of sucker bites on his chest. She sunk her teeth into his erect nipples and tugged gently, watching him as she did..

She moaned. “Mmm…you’re going to make me cum again if you don’t stop, Dave.”

They both laughed as she sat on top of him straddling his lap. She could feel him against her bottom, still semi-hard.

“Did I tell you how sexy you are, Dave?”

“No.”

“Did I tell you how I love to kiss you and feel your strong muscles?”

“No.”

“Did I tell you how sexy it is to see my white skin against your black skin?”

“Mmm…you’re right. The contrast is stunning.”

“You know how much I love choking on your big, black cock. Did I tell you how delicious your cum tastes?”

"No."

"Taste this."

Catherine crawled on top of Dave, his back flat on the bed, and gave him a sexy wet cum kiss.  His muscled chest and arms were so strong, so sexy.

Her big tits were getting another nibbling and sucking from Dave’s big lips and tongue.

“Girl, you taste like a blonde popsicle.”

Catherine’s natural sweat mixed with cocoa butter and popsicle juice was the flavor of the day.

She let out little moans as Dave made love to her sticky tits, licking and sucking them clean.

Catherine said, “Well, Dave, it’s time to see what that tongue can do for real.”

“Bring it, slut! I’ll make your toes curl!”

Mmm…she liked the dirty talk; it gave her a shiver to be called his slut.

Catherine turned around and positioned her pussy inches from his face.

“Eat me, Dave. Make me cum all over your face.”

He strained to reach her dripping snatch with his long tongue, she hovered just out of reach to tease him. He reached up and pulled her down, licking up and down her blonde slit.

She ground her pussy on Dave’s face, rubbing her clit on his nose. Dave grabbed her with his big hands and held the squirming girl in place as he ravished her pussy with his mouth.

Catherine stroked Dave’s growing cock and sucked it into her mouth. She was deep-throating it, choking every time it bottomed out in her throat. She was lost in ecstasy between choking on Dave’s big, black cock and the feeling of his talented tongue in her pussy. She was going to cum again.

Catherine pulled his cock out of her mouth and moaned. Dave just kept going, tongue fucking her just right. She exploded in orgasm gushing all over Dave’s face. She was moaning and mumbling gibberish shaking and drooling all over his cock and balls.

Dave sat up holding the orgasming girl, picking her up, and lying her back on the bed.

“Fuck me, Dave! Fuck me!” she yelled, stretching out on the bed and spreading her legs. Her hands went to her tits as she watched Dave.

“Don’t worry, slut. Dave’s got something for you!”

Dave grabbed Catherine’s ankles in his hands and picked her legs straight up and spread them, lifting her ass as he dragged her to the edge of the bed.

Dave placed the tip of his thick cock at her tight hole saying, “Here it comes, slut. I’m going to fuck that little pussy, now.” He slammed it into her tight blonde cunt, sinking it balls deep and fucking her silly. He was soon power fucking her, pounding in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass with a loud slapping sound.

“Fuck it! Fuck me! Fuck me, Dave!”

Catherine was delirious, still orgasming from his expert pussy eating, now she was receiving a dream fuck from this big, black stud. She loved to be taken by a big, strong man, and Dave checked all the boxes. He was manhandling her and being rough, holding her in place and forcing her legs apart, he was like a jackhammer pounding away at her like a madman. She was stretched open deliciously and completely, loving the power fucking that Dave was giving her.

She felt another climax building. A big one this time. She reached down with the fingers of her right hand to hold Dave’s cock to jack him off while he fucked her. She used the fingers of her left hand to rub her throbbing clit. She was getting close. Mmm…oh yeah…It was gonna be a big one…mmm…Dave was moaning…ooo…ohhh…mmm.

They screamed together as they orgasmed simultaneously.

Dave slammed his thick, black cock all the way inside Catherine’s clutching hole and emptied his balls in her tight pussy. Her muscles gripped his thick pole and milked him dry.

Catherine felt him paint her insides with hot, sticky sperm and it triggered her third orgasm. This time she sprayed girl juice all over them as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her body shaking and trembling, Dave ground his dick into her until she pushed him away.

He sat down in her chair, his crotch covered with her juices. Catherine was lying on the bed, shaking and twitching to the last remnants of her orgasm.

“Dave you fucked me sooo good!” she said, “Stay with me?”

“Catherine, tomorrow morning we’ll watch the sunrise as we orgasm together,” said Dave.

Catherine sighed, “Oh, Dave.”