"Hey there... lil' buddy." Laila greeted Erwin with a glance toward his crotch that, if it were more blunt, would have knocked him on his butt.
Samantha demurely rested her fingers against her collar, carefully cradling her ice cream treat in her other hand. "Oh yes, Laila and I have a great deal in common as it turns out," She said, "We get together and talk about boys, fashion... girl things, you know."
"Hey, I can talk about fashion and boys too!" Erwin said.
"Please, Erwin, fashion differs with all persons. You know just how to tease with a display of bare skin, but Laila understands and appreciates how bold one can get while revealing comparatively little."
Laila's fat-packed back seat did not fit with what Samantha had just described, not from where Erwin was standing.
"Anyhoot, listen darlin', Sammy n' I got a little somethin' we were discussin' and it's a good thing ya'll're here, because you can answer it as somethin' of a professional..." Laila began, sprawled out on Samantha's bed, "Which do ya think would feel better?"
"Reckon if I did this..." Laila prompted, before she parted her lips and pushed her tongue out... and out, and out! Erin snapped to attention, a thrill running up his spine as Laila made a slow and deliberate show of extending her plum-coloured tongue like a python on the hunt. With impressive dexterity, she circled her tongue around the rainbow swirl ice pop she was enjoying, twisting it up along the phallic length of the treat. She watched him with one eye, unable to help but smile as she performed the impressive binding of treat with tongue, entangling it in a spiral of warm, moist-looking muscle that slickly trailed the cold surface and smeared its colouring a little with its almost corkscrew-like motions.
"What she means, Erwin, is whether that would feel good en coït." Samantha explained, "Our country friend here seems to believe that her technique is superior to my own, and while I'm not a boastful sort, I simply cannot concede to her."
"While her technique is impressive, I believe she lacks, as she often does, a delicate touch..." Samantha rebutted. Erwin's attention snapped to his bat friend, watching as she parted her own glossed-up lips to let her smooth, pink tongue spill out. She was, as in all things, very delicate as she dipped her tongue into the glass containing her ice cream, where she worked it around the ball-scoop on the top in a way to relish in its flavour and savour every bit of the trip. Erwin's hair nearly stood on its ends as he watched her push in, squishing the dairy cream up around her tongue as it trailed down the inside of the glass in plain view to reach the bottom and even impress upon the bottom of the sundae glass like a small bowl to cradle what was beneath.
Erwin had already felt his sticker constricting around his growing erection, that bulged proudly down to his knee in his pants, but then they started moaning. They lavished his ears with a lusty song while they appeared to just enjoy the taste of their ice creams that much.
Snap... pop, pop, pop!
The pressure had reached maximum yield and that boyish boner breached the barrier of his pants by straining its integrity to the limit. The fastens on the side, designed for easy removal of the garment, just popped off one by one, exposing his big red-sheathed pole. Erwin was stunned, the erotically charged situation he had walked into shorting his system for a moment.
Laila and Sam exchanged a knowing look. Mission "Pants Bust" was a go.
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