Ice Cream Girl, Part 3 (M+g, inc, prost, ped, oral) by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~~~~~~ "What took you so long?" Rachael berated as the girl descended the steps of her apartment building. "Your daddy left almost 20 minutes ago!" "I couldn't leave, Mark was eating and I didn't want him to see me like this," she replied raising her arms to the side as if they were wings. Rachael looked at the mini-whore clothes she bought for her and smiled. The shorts were too small; causing what little meat she had on her thighs to bulge as it stretched tightly across her mons. The tube top was too big and she had to keep pulling it up to cover her small, honey-colored nipples. She didn't know how to apply the make-up and looked more like a clown than the whore she was meant to be. She also had on the wrong shoes, choosing to don slip-on sandals instead of the sneakers she had on yesterday. "Let's go inside your apartment, we need to make some changes to your look and I want to meet your brother." "Meet my brother? Why?" "I think it's time we meet. Besides, I want to discuss his role in all of this." "Huh? What do you mean?" "You'll see. Come, let's go, we don't have a lotta time." Slipping into her room, Rachael had her change shoes and removed the make-up before applying a fresh coat. "Where's Mark's room?" she asked pulling the younger girl into the hallway. She pointed to the second door down with a nervous expression. "I'm going to go in and talk to him for a while. You stay in the hall `til I signal for you and then come in, okay?" "What do you want me to do?" "You'll know. Just don't fuck this up, okay? I'm counting on you to do this right," she added smiling down at the pre-adolescent tramp. Slowly opening his door, she peeked in to see him lying on his bed wearing headphones and making strumming motions on his chest. She smiled. He's very cute, although a little dorky. Looking down, she pressed her finger to her lips telling her to remain quiet and entered the room. He jerked, his eyes flew open and he gasped as she sat on his bed, touching his crotch. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he nearly screamed trying to move away. "Relax, Mark, I just want to talk," she said returning her hand to his cock. "How did you get in here? Where's Emma? What are you doing?" he rambled off as she squeezed the slight bulge under her palm. She glanced down at her hand as it slowly massaged the rapidly inflating tool tucked away, hidden from view. He was a teenager, a boy and more than likely controlled more by his hormones than his head. She squeezed the growing erection again before returning her stare to his face. He had the look of confused fear, but no longer struggled as she coaxed his cock to complete firmness. He even grunted slightly as her fingers wormed their way up his shorts to grasp his hard-on, giving it a gentle squeeze. He was very hard as it soon grew too large for the tight confines and she unbuttoned the shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. His eyes were focused on her fingers as his dark pubic hair came into view and sucked in a gasp of air as she reached in to pull his erection out. Although handsome, he was very shy around girls and no one other than himself had ever touched his privates. Grasping the sides of the jean shorts, she struggled to pull them off and instinctively he lifted his butt, allowing her to do so. He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd often dreamed of a beautiful girl coming into his room and seducing him, but he never imagined it would actually happen. He had noticed this girl outside of their apartment many times whoring herself to strangers and she was often the object of his masturbatory sessions but he never in a million years would have thought... He grunted as she placed her mouth over his cock and began sucking. "Oh God," he mumbled, grasping his sheets with his fists. "Just relax," she garbled around his cock before pushing it to the back of her throat, eliciting another grunt from the boy. He was tense, his arms and legs rigor from shock as she began working on his cock. "Here," she said pulling her head away from him. "Lie down and relax. Let me take care of you, suga," she whispered moving down to allow him to shift into a straightened position. "Close your eyes and just enjoy what I'm doing," she added returning her mouth. He moaned as she took all seven inches of him into her mouth. He was young and still growing and she knew one day he'd be quite the stud with his good looks and soon-to-be big cock. She slurped, the suction noises echoing in the small room. He moaned again, bringing his hands to his face in disbelief. Turning toward the doorway, she noticed her young apprentice hiding in the hall, peering around the frame, watching what the older girl was doing. She motioned with her finger for the girl to come closer and checked to make sure Mark was still too occupied to pay attention. He was and she smiled. Having Emma get on the bed and between his legs, she pulled her mouth free and pointed his hard cock toward the young girl. She hesitated briefly until Rachael's hand behind her head brought her face closer. She knew what she wanted her to do and opened her mouth as the head and a few inches disappeared. The boy gasped again. Taking the young girl's hands, she filled one palm with his nearly hairless balls and put the other on his shaft, starting her by helping to stroke it up and down a few times. Standing near the bed watching, she smiled as the girl gave her older brother a blow job. A wide grin creased her face and a cold chill ran down her spine as she realized of what she just did. The boy's hips slowly pushed up and down, his butt coming off the bed slightly as he fucked his cock into his little sister's mouth. He was getting close, his fists once again gripping the sheets and his face became contorted. Rachael leaned over to kiss him, slipping her tongue inside of his, feeling him groan into her mouth. "Does that feel good?" she whispered the breathy question. He sighed, his butt bouncing more rapidly as the young girl struggled to keep up with his thrusts. Suddenly he stiffened his eyes flying opened. If she's kissing him, who's sucking his cock? Jerking his head up, he gasped at seeing his little sister's mouth planted firmly around his cock, her small hand quickly stroking his rod. "OH GODDdddddd!" he screamed out. He was too far to stop and couldn't hold back. His body jerked, rocking the bed as his twitching cock filled his younger sibling's mouth with his cum. She continued sucking and caressing him as his spasms slowly waned until they stopped. He fell limply against the bed. "Did you enjoy that?" Rachael asked leaning over once again to kiss him. He turned his head away. "Why did you do that?" he asked staring at the wall. "I thought you could use a little relief," she said winking at the young girl still holding her brother's cock. "She's my little sister," he mumbled almost too low to understand. "Yea, I know. Isn't that great? You can have relief any time you want now. She'll do it, just ask her. She really *loves* cum and will drink yours anytime you want." "Please get out. I don't want you coming in here again," he said still not looking at either of them. "Okay, have it your way. Come on, Emma, let's go," she said moving away. "Emma's not going with you, she's staying here." "Why? So she can suck you off again?" "NO! She's not supposed to go outside without one of us." "It's okay, she'll be with me," she added winking again at the girl. "Emma, you're not going!" he said finally turning to look at the young girl who just swallowed his seed. "I'd hate to have to tell your father what you just did to your little sister. How do you think he'll react?" "I didn't do anything to her. You made me!" he growled. "I'm sure he won't see it that way. As far as he'll know, you made her suck your cock and you came inside of her mouth. It doesn't matter what you argue, the truth is you saw that she was sucking you before you came and you still came knowing it was your own little sister doing it. You wanted to cum inside of her mouth or you would have stopped her or pulled your cock out before you busted your nut. Admit it. You liked it and you're glad she did it!" He turned away from them, once again staring at the wall. His cock was lying flaccid over his balls and he could feel the last drop of cum slowly making its way down his crinkled balls. She was right and he wouldn't be able to convince anyone of anything different. "Come on, Honey, let's go. We've got work to do," she said reaching out for the girl's hand. Mark slowly turned his head watching as his little sister walked out of his room with the whore he used to have fantasies about. He groaned seeing what she was wearing and closed his eyes as she struggled to keep the top pulled up. A single tear rolled down his face as he heard the front door close. *** "You did great!" she told her as they descended the steps. "I'm so proud of you!" "Is Mark going to get in trouble?" she asked looking up. "Not if he keeps his mouth shut." "Why did he get mad? I though it would make him feel good if I did that." "It did make him feel good, really good but boys are silly. They don't really understand about sex and what they're supposed to do. He'll be okay, trust me." "Are you sure?" "Yes. But one way to make sure he's okay is for you to do that to him again. As many times as you can. It'll be good practice for you too." she added smiling down at her. "Now let's go get some ice cream, I think you've earned it." She kept a smile on her face until after they crossed the street. She really loved ice cream. The ringing of the bell as they entered brought all the attention to them. Abdul's ice cream parlor was busy. One customer was waiting at the counter while he scooped out a bowl of strawberry ice cream and there were several other customers sitting at the few tables, some eating, others talking. She waited until the man at the counter returned to his seat. "I didn't know you were so busy. We'll come back later," she whispered looking around at all the customers. "What do you mean?" he asked puzzled. "You've got too many customers to close up right now; we'll come back when you're not so busy." "These aren't my customers," he said grinning. "They're hers," he nodded with his head toward Emma. Looking back, she noticed that they were all men. No women or children and they were all staring at them. A smile came across her face. Seven men were seated around the small round tables and at $50 each that would be $350! A squeaking sound coming from the back of the room produced another man emerging from the restroom and she smiled. Make that $400. "How do you want to do this?" Abdul asked turning her attention back to him. Rachael knew from past experience that men loved watching sex. That's why porn is so popular and when they watch, they get turned on more and cum quicker. It would be best if they could all go into the store room but that would be too cramped. "Three at a time worked last time." Abdul smiled. He really enjoyed sharing the girl's mouth with the others and knew the other men would feel the same way. But which three would start?" Making the announcement in Hindi, several men stood up and he had to step in. They all wanted to go first but he knew that would be impossible. Rachael looked down at the frightened girl partially hidden behind her back and pulled her to the side. "Don't be like that, Emma. You know what you've gotta do if you want ice cream." "Two scoops?" she asked looking up at the taller teenager. "Yea, two scoops, if you're good." Abdul took soda straws and cut them into eight different sizes, having the men chose one. The three longest straws were to go first and everyone watched as Rachael steered the young whore behind the counter toward the back room while Abdul locked the door, flipping the sign around. The three winners followed the girls, unzipping their pants as they entered behind the counter. The others crowded around the doorway of the small room vying for the best view, watching as the girl pushed her lips over the cock head of the first man. Whispered words could be heard from the spectators as she went to work. *** "Rachael, I'm tired," she grumbled pulling her mouth away from the fourth man's cock as spittle of cum dropped to her chest, running along her sternum to collect at the elastic on the tube top resting on her waist. The top had fallen long ago and she grew tired of pulling it up, allowing it to cover her belly button. The men enjoyed having access to her small nipples and fingered them while she sucked. "You're talking too long making them cum," she said kneeling next to the girl. And you need to use your hands more. Your mouth feels good to just suck and let your hand jerk them off. Let me show you," she added pulling the next man to stand in front of her. He was uncircumcised, as were most of the men there, and grunted as she pulled the foreskin away from the tip. "This is how you do it," she added lowering her face to him. The next man in line pushed his cock toward the girl, bumping the tip against her lips, receiving an angry comment from the man Rachael was sucking. To keep the peace, she offered to switch and traded with Emma. Having two whores to suck their cocks seemed thrilling, but all wanted to let the young girl suck them as they had never experienced such a young child doing it before. Rachael readied them, got them hard and excited until Emma finished with the man she was sucking then Rachael would turned the new man over to her, pulling the next customer in line closer to be sucked. Like an assembly line, the girls made easy work of the men and one by one they left, making room for those waiting. It was after 8 before the last john finally came, filling her belly with the ninth load of cum for the night and Abdul escorted him out, re-locking the door. Emma was still in the back room, sitting on a stool next to Rachael when he returned smiling. Walking closer, he unzipped his pants, fishing out his hard, drooling cock. Emma swallowed hard, grasped it firmly then lowered her mouth one last time. Watching the girl for two straight hours sucking cock after cock had him right on the edge and he didn't last long and quickly shot his thick wads of cum to the back of her throat. She was thirty but the salty goo didn't do anything to relieve her thrust. He held her by the back of the head for several minutes after cumming just to enjoy the pleasure her soft, sucking mouth provided. "She is excellent," he grunted toward Rachael. "Where did you find her?" Smiling she looked over to the girl still suckling the man's softening cock. "She found me," she replied with a giggle. The two scoops of ice cream she earned was hurriedly eaten as Abdul kept insisting they leave so that he could close up to return home to his wife. Rachael didn't want to be outside in the crime blighted neighborhood much longer as she knew the types of people that roamed the streets after dark. None she wanted to associate with. Hastily they made their way back to Emma's apartment and noticed a man sitting on the front steps and stopped. It was too dark to see him clearly and Rachael was afraid he may be a cop if Mark reported what she did earlier. Slowly they approached until she heard Emma exclaim, "Mister Charley!" and dashed off to meet him. She breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't a cop. "Where have you been?" he asked standing. "It's late. I've been here for an hour waiting. Mark told me you left about 6 o'clock." She looked over to Rachael unsure if she should answer. "She met with some friends," Rachael said not elaborating. "Remember our deal from last night?" he asked smiling down at her. Emma swallowed hard before slowly nodding. "Let's take a drive." Rachael sat in the passenger seat listening to the slurping and sucking sounds the girl was making as she feasted on the older man's cock. It was too dark in the car to see, but judging from the noise he was making, she was sucking him like a pro. She's come a long way these past few days and is getting much better. He grunted loudly, panting as he slowly rocked the car from his movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he babbled before letting out one long whiny sound. The rapid gulping sounds coming from her young protege was all she needed to hear to know he was filling her mouth with more cum. The girl hasn't complained about the taste for a while so she must be getting used to it. Rachael smiled at the thought. "You want me to drop you home?" he asked starting the car. Rachael glanced to the clock on the radio and noticed it was 9:08. "Naw, I don't live far and I want to talk to Emma for a while. Thanks anyway," she said swinging the door open. "Let's go, Honey." Charley backed out of the alley way, watching as the two girls neared the entrance. Now that he came, he felt a little guilty about abusing his friend's young daughter like that. Reaching for his cigarettes, he lit one, blowing the smoke out of the window as he turned toward the freeway. He hadn't zipped his pants and reached down to feel the spongy flesh. He shouldn't keep doing it, but she sucks so well. He smiled taking another drag. "We've got to do something very important tonight, okay?" "Something important? Like what?" "You know what you did to Mark earlier?" she slowly nodded. "I want you to do that again to him." She stopped and looked up at the taller girl. "Why?" "Because we need to make sure he won't tell anyone about our little game we play and if you keep doing that to him, he won't tell. So you need to do it at least one more time tonight. More if he wants to, okay?" She groaned before nodding and the pair continued toward her home. "What if he don't want to?" "He will. I'll be there to make sure he does. After that, you'll be on your own to do it." They entered the darkened, quiet home, making their way down the hallway to his room. The door was shut but light was coming from under it. Reaching for the handle, she pushed it opened and walked in. Mark was wearing only a pair of briefs, lying on his stomach looking at a magazine, which he quickly pushed under his pillow. "Whatcha looking at?" Rachael asked barging into his room followed closely by Emma. "Nothing. Now get outta my room!" he shouted looking away from them. Reaching under his pillow, Rachael grabbed the magazine and he attempted to get it away from her. "Give me that!" he shouted as the Penthouse magazine was pulled free. She laughed. "Mark, why are you wasting your time looking at this when you've got that living with you?" she asked turning her stare toward Emma. "She's my sister; I'm not supposed to do stuff with her." "Says who?" He knew the part about not doing anything, but not the reason why. "It's only a blow job, it's not like real sex or anything," she said pushing her hand under his hips and grabbing his semi-erect cock. "It's not right." "Who will know?" "Please stop doing that," he said feeling her hand squeezing his cock. "She's already did it once to you. One more time won't hurt. Come on, let her do it. She wants to, don't your Emma?" she asked the girl. Mark looked her way, noticing she was shaking her head. "Roll over," Rachael whispered in his ear, giving his cock one last squeeze. He remained still. Giving his hip a shove, she lifted his crotch from the bed, exposing his erection. Not resisting, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He knew what would happen and didn't want to see. Grinning, she pulled the girl closer and gave her a little nudge toward the bed. She swallowed before climbing between her brothers outstretched legs once again. Grasping his elastic waist band, she pulled the front of his underwear down, releasing his rigid cock. "Go on, do it," Rachael urged watching as the young girl opened her mouth, lowering her head. ~ end of part 3 If you're enjoying this story, drop me a line and let me know! wetfly6969@aol.com