Exotic Tales of the Ice Cream Man   
      
   By Spin (M/g, pedo, 1st, oral)   
      
   You'll always remember the familiar music that precedes the arrival of   
   the neighborhood ice cream vendor. To children of all ages, the music is   
   like a magical flute, calling all kids to the street side, including the   
   neighborhood cuties...all waiting for their favorite brand of ice cream.   
   During the days of old, "Ice Cream" was a household word. Read all about   
   the secret life of a lucky ice cream vendor as he enjoys the perks of   
   his job. After reading my tale, you might think about changing your career.   
      
   Every summer I marvel at the cute little preteen girls that flock around   
   my ice cream truck-like groupies around a rock star.   
      
   I've been in the business for about ten years and still get a hard cock   
   every morning when I'm about to start my rounds - just thinking about   
   all the delightful pussy that will come my way...every day. Little girls   
   of various ages and ethnic groups will blink their cute little eyes in   
   appreciation as I hand them a treat. I watch as they unwrap the package,   
   their tiny tongues darting out of their little mouths and licking the   
   sweet ice cream. Then I imagine those same tiny preteen tongues, licking   
   the head of my thick, meaty cock as I fuck their warm, wet, thin lips.   
      
   "Hi Mr. Ice cream man." A little girl of about eight hollers as I stop   
   the truck in front of her house.   
      
   "Hi honey. What can I get for your sweetness today?" I answered, wearing   
   my usual bright smile.   
      
   The little child was named Cathy. Over the past numerous summers I had   
   been watching her grow into a stunningly pretty little girl. My mouth   
   watered while my cock strained eagerly in my shorts as she approached   
   the truck. Her cute little nose was perfectly proportioned to her pretty   
   face. Large crystal blue eyes made her even more attractive but my   
   favorite feature was her finely shaped little ass and smooth inner   
   thighs that contained what had to be the sweetest little pussy on the   
   planet.   
      
   "I don't have any dollars today." she said sadly while lowering her head.   
      
   I replied with a wink of my eye that her credit was always good with me.   
   Then with a smile, I handed her a Nutty Buddy, her favorite. I was soon   
   rewarded with an appreciative smile as she said "Thank you." Then she   
   turned to walk back to her house. Suddenly, she stopped walking and   
   turned to face me as she lifted her short dress above her waist,   
   revealing her sexy, white cotton panties. With a cute, "I'm being   
   naughty" look all over her face she threw me a kiss as she winked back   
   at me.   
      
   Somewhere there's an unwritten rule about when kids throw you a kiss   
   that says you must acknowledge the special honor in a special way. I   
   pretended to catch the kiss in my open hand and immediately put it to my   
   lips. Cathy giggled as she waved goodbye, then disappeared into the   
   house as I drove down the street.   
      
   A group of kiddies waited on the side of the street, about two or three   
   houses in front of me. Pandemonium announced my arrival as I pulled the   
   truck up near them. As usual, I made everyone form a line and stay out   
   of the busy street as I serviced their requests. A little cutie named   
   Stephanie was all smiles as she ordered a fudgesicle. I kidded with her   
   about being careful not to get it all over her pretty dress. Then she   
   accidentally dropped it on the ground as she opened the wrapper and   
   immediately began crying. As usual in such cases, I gave her another   
   fudgesicle, on the house. The tears suddenly stopped. She smiled and   
   said "Thank you." Another satisfied customer was added to my endless   
   list of loyal clients.   
      
   "You're a real softy for these kids, you old pedophile." I said to   
   myself as I drove off, hunting more business.   
      
   Today was Saturday, the busiest day of the week in my business. Years   
   ago I began to think of my little stable of preteen girl customers in   
   terms of their sexual attraction. I even mentally rated them from one to   
   ten. Little Sandy was having her birthday party and her mother asked me   
   to make a surprise visit, serving all the party guests their choice of   
   ice cream and assuring me that she would cover the costs. Sandy was a   
   ten and then some, in my book. At just seven years old she already had   
   shapely hips and the damn cutest little butt in the whole neighborhood.   
   She also knew that I was attracted to her cuteness and successfully   
   managed to get more then a few free ice cream treats during the summer.   
      
   The birthday party was in full swing as I pulled up to the house in my   
   truck. Sandy was the first to see me. Screaming and hollering with her   
   usual exuberance, she ran as fast as she could until she literally   
   leaped into my arms.   
      
   "Are you here for my birthday?" she asked excitedly as she hugged my neck.   
      
   "You bet!" I replied while I copped a quick feel of her sweet little   
   panty-covered butt.   
      
   "Can I ride in your ice cream truck someday?" she asked while fluttering   
   her baby blues at me, followed by a wet kiss to seal the deal.   
      
   Who could resist such a doll baby with a face that cute?   
      
   "Sure honey, but only if your mother says it's OK".   
      
   The party was filled plenty of cute preteen pussy, complete with   
   slender, sexy thighs and soft little butts that begged to be fondled so   
   I got the brilliant idea of giving each girl a ride in the ice cream   
   truck. As the guest of honor and official birthday girl Sandy was the   
   first one to ride. She couldn't see the road from the passenger seat, so   
   I let her sit on my lap. I could feel my hard, swollen cock take notice   
   the second her soft little ass snuggled itself on my lap. Off we went,   
   down the street with my hand resting on top of her smooth thigh. Sandy   
   was giggly and excited as she finally got what she wanted. I finally was   
   about to get what I wanted too.   
      
   "Hey! That's bad touching, my mom says." she commented when my hand   
   suddenly slid off of her thigh and under her dress.   
      
   The pleasant heat from between Sandy's warm thighs was arousing me   
   intensely. Slowly, I put my hand back on her thigh until she giggled   
   some more and then to my surprise, she reached for my hand and quickly   
   placed it back between her sweet thighs. Her legs opened wide as an   
   invitation I reasoned so I began caressing her incredibly smooth inner   
   thighs with my fingertips. This was a first for me. After years of   
   desire and frustration over wanting to feel up one of these little   
   morsels, I was finally having my way. Sandy sighed softly as she allowed   
   me full access to her forbidden child sex. She leaned back on my chest   
   as I drove the ice cream truck around the block.   
      
   With my hand cupped directly over Sandy's sweet little pussy slit, I   
   began fingering her tight, moist hole through her silky soft panties.   
   She looked up at me with a satisfied look on her face as I continued to   
      
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