and the topping

You push her back, until she rests on the next empty seat. You lean over, licking adoringly at the forty-year-old's conical teats as your hand finds the stud of her little denim shorts. Undoing them, your hand manages to fight the tight denim bondage and finger her lightly furred cunt. As she bucks in climax, she pushes her dark nipples further into waiting mouth. Finished with your snack, you pull your hand out of the swampy cutoffs and massage her taut titties. Then your other hand pulls a gooey banana from the bowl and feeds it into the brunette's gasping mouth. She greedily takes it all the way down, the fruit bulging her throat before you pull it back out. You both snicker as you see Lawrence run for the backroom.

The old men get up from their seats and close in. You both turn your attentions to the remaining audience. As the woman gobbles the banana, she reaches for the last peeled fruit and feeds it through your waiting, pouty lips. The men groan in unison as they watch you screw your face down the phallic fruit. Two zippers are heard opening in the relative quiet.

Shadows cover you both as the distinguished-looking old men are now beside you, seeping cocks in hand. The taller man  takes the banana from you and tosses the mush to the table.

He feeds his prick into your waiting mouth as his friend drops to his knees and feeds the woman below you his white-haired cock.

The old men groan in unison as they pump back and forth into your twin suctioning mouths. You hope you won't have to call for an ambulance before you're done. Cum spews down your throat and dribbles out your lips, splattering like a fresh layer of topping on the brunette's pointy peaks. You hear the other man grunt as he goes off, filling the other waiting mouth.

Seconds later, you kiss his cock clean. "Thanks, grampa," you say, looking him in the eyes.

"Thanks, daddy!" your friend joins in.

The men disappear just as Lawrence reappears, heading for your table.

"L-let me keep the rest of your order in the freezer 'til you're ready to leave."

"We seem to be out of bananas," you simply state to the geek, giving him sad-eyes. Your friend swirls the melted cream around the dish, looking at him sadly as well.

"I don't know. He seems to be hiding one in his pants. Why don't you check?" asks your friend.

"Okee-doke," you reply, grasping his fly and tugging.

"Please don't.." he pleads as you shuck his large geekcock.

"I'll let you have my cherry," you smile sweetly as you take the fruit from the mess and reach up and feed it to him.

"You're about as cherry as I am," laughs the forty-year-old. "Gimme." She grabs at the wavering dick.

"There seems to be more than enough for the both of us," you giggle as you smear topping along the length. 

Lawrence is in geek heaven as both pairs of lips lave their attention on him.

Of course, he doesn't last. Shell-shocked, he stands, his dick out his fly as he reminesces how you two shared his warm cream, slopping spit before him.

As you walk arm in arm, you hear a girlish shriek from the ice cream shop. You both laugh.