Ice Cream Irene

My name is Irene. At the time of this story I was ten years old, and just finished Fifth Grade. I was 4 feet, 4 inches tall, with medium length brown hair. I had not started puberty yet so my body was straight and flat, with hardly any curves at all. I just moved to the suburbs with my single mom.

Being single, my mom had to work all day. She didn't have money for a babysitter so I was left alone, to fend for myself. We didn't have a lot of money, for anything. I was a loner and kind of a waif. I liked too wear dresses, bright cotton ones, which came above my knees, and showed off my pretty legs. My breasts were just starting to develop. They were nice A-Cups, and made the top of my dresses push outward. I was sort of rebellious, and never wore panties underneath.

I spent most of my summer days, alone, playing at the nearby park. Each afternoon, the ice creme truck would come by, playing it's happy tunes, and parking in the lot, selling to the many kids who were there. I never had money for any, so I always stayed in the background.

One day, when it was not very busy, I heard the ice cream man call out to me. He was in his thirties and wore a white shirt, white shorts, and a little white hat.

"Hey, would you like some ice cream?" he yelled.

"I don't have any money," I answered.

"I didn't ask if you wanted to buy some, I asked if you wanted some." he said. "You always look so sad and lonely by yourself over there."

I approached the open side window, and he handed me a cone.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Irene," I said. "Thanks for the ice cream."

"Oh, you're welcome." he said. "My name is Walt. Why are you always alone?"

"We just moved here, and I don't know anybody yet," I explained.

"Well now you know me and you can come over and visit me whenever you want." he said.

During the next few weeks, I visited Walt often. We talked a lot, whenever it got slow. He must have enjoyed my company for he gave me whatever ice cream I wanted.

One day, when it got really busy, Walt invited me into the truck, to help. I handed him the selections, as he gave them out and rang up the sales.

I was really good, I helped him a lot. He couldn't legally hire me, but he gave me all the ice cream I could eat, and even gave me my own white hat. There was only one chair, so I started sitting on Walt's lap when we were passing out the treats. I could feel the bulge in his shorts, pressing into my backside.

Even though I was ten, I knew what that meant. I had seen my mother, with many men over the years. I had seen their boners get stiff around her, and heard her moaning in the bedroom. I was happy I was having the same effect on a man.

Sometimes, when reaching back and forth, his hands would brush over my little breasts. I would gasp each time that happened, but I liked it.

One day, as I was wiggling to get comfortable on his lap, I straddled his right leg. My dress lifted up, and my bare slit, landed on the top of his exposed thigh.

He winced slightly and looked a little surprised to feel that I was not wearing panties. It got busy, and I really couldn't move off so we stayed that way. In fact, it felt so good, I rocked back and forth, all the time we were selling.

When I got off, I noticed a wet line, on his leg. After looking at it, I looked up into his eyes and smiled.

For the next week, I sat on him, the same way. He didn't seem to mind.

Then one day, as I was sitting on his leg, and we were serving some customers, I felt his free hand under my dress. First it merely rubbed on my inner thigh, but then it found its way onto my bare slit. It was really wet down there, and lots of liquid was dripping onto his leg. His hand then went up to what my mother told me was my clitoris. He started rubbing around in circles, and I was hardly able to deal with the customers.

When all of them left, Walt pulled the window closed, and rubbed me, until I felt my body shake all over. I saw this happen to my mother once, through her cracked bedroom door so I assumed this was something good. I knew it felt good!

When I had calmed down, Walt swiveled me around, and I was facing him, with one leg on each side of his hips. He leaned down and kissed me, opening his mouth as he did. I kissed back.

"I love you, little girl," he said.

With that I melted into him. My wet, bare slit pushed onto the bulge in his pants. I rocked into him, again and again, continuing our passionate kissing. All of a sudden, I felt myself explode once more, and felt his bulge throbbing. This time I felt a lot more wetness, surrounding my pussy.

As I climbed off, I looked down, and saw a huge wet spot on his shorts, where his now deflated bulge was. I must have looked a little puzzled, so he explained cuming and what had just happened to both of us. I was glad. It explained a lot of what I had been seeing with my mother over the years.

He implored me to keep this our little secret, gave me some ice cream, and I left. I could hardly wait to see what else would develop.

We repeated this activity, over the next few days, but since he was feeling my bare slit, I thought I should get to feel what was inside his pants.

I finally got the chance, after he had made me cum one day. I swiveled around and reached for Walt's zipper. Pulling it down, I reached in, and pulled out his penis. It was eight inches long and hard as a rock. I felt it all over, fascinated.

I pumped it up and down, and felt Walt's breathing get swallow and he started to moan. I took my hand away, and scooted my body close to his. My bare slit pressed against the shaft of his penis. As I rocked myself up and down, the underside of his shaft, rubbed all the way up and down my ten year old slit. On each stroke, it would brush against my clitoris. Finally, as I started rocking faster, and pressing closer, I exploded, causing him to ejaculate, all over my slit. It felt amazing, as I reached down, and rubbed the hot, waxy fluid, all over both of us. I even put my fingers, up to my mouth, and took a taste.

"Ummm, this is the best flavor of cream in the whole truck," I laughed.

It was turning out to be a really fun summer.

The next day, after selling to the lunch crowd, we closed the window, and picked up where we left off yesterday. Straddling Walt, with my bare slit, rubbing against my shaft, he reached over and lifted my butt slightly with one hand, while using his other to place the tip of his penis, into my pussy hole.

When he let go of my butt, his penis slid up to my pussy opening. It stopped immediately, when he hit the barrier protecting it.

"Are you ready for this this?" he said, looking me in the eyes.

I didn't answer, but merely pushed down hard, breaking through my cherry. It only hurt for a moment. Our bodies were completely pressed together, and his penis was completely inside of me.

My little pussy was surrounding his penis, gripping it tight. I started to lift myself, up and down, sliding him in and out of me. It was a different feeling from any of the other stuff we had been doing. It was more intimate, more fulfilling and the pleasure was more intense.

I slid my pussy up and down his shaft, coming almost all the way out and then going as deep as possible. His penis felt twice as long. We did this slow, steady pumping, for fifteen minutes and then I just had to speed up. When I did, I felt him cuming deep inside my pussy and that caused me to explode, in a powerful orgasm.

As the ripples died down inside my vagina, I lifted myself off of Walt. I felt a huge load of semen, drip out of my pussy hole, onto Walt's lap.

I don't what what came over me, I must have wanted another taste of that cream, but I got down on my knees and started licking the semen, off of Walt's crotch. I swallowed all that was there, and decided to lick his penis clean.

As I had the flaccid member in my mouth, it started to grow again. I continued to suck in earnest. After a little while, I felt his penis throb, and Walt shot another load of semen, right into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all in one gulp, but there was so much, a little dripped out the sides of my mouth. I scooped this onto my fingers, and licked them clean.

Walt looked delighted. What started as a friendly, free ice cream cone, turned into so much more. He not only gave me free ice cream, but the fathering I never had. I gave him, well you know, me!

He found a way to hire me as his helper. We continued our relationship all through Middle and High School, until I moved away.

I came back, a few years later, to say hello to him.

As I approached the window on his truck, I heard a voice ask, "Can I get you an ice cream cone, ma'am?"

I looked up and saw a little ten year old girl, sitting on Walt's lap...

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