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The Virgin Chronicles - 19
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)

***

These stories are a series of accounts of young girls 
losing their virginity and discovering the world of sex. 
In Part 19, Irene is a middle-schooler who passes her 
long summer days with thirty-year old Walt, the Ice 
Cream Man. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral)

***

Part 19 - Ice Cream Irene

My name is Irene. At the time of this story I was 
thirteen and in middle school. I was 4 feet, 4 inches 
tall, with long brown hair. I had not started puberty 
yet so my body was straight and flat with hardly any 
curves at all. I looked much younger than I was. 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 to wear 
dresses, faded brown cotton ones which came above my 
knees and showed off my pretty legs. My breasts were 
just starting to develop. They were nice little mounds 
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 cream truck would 
come by playing its 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 young, 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. I was 
embarrassed and started to apologize. Walt stopped me 
midsentence and assured me there was nothing to be 
embarrassed about. 

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

Then one day as I was sitting on his leg and we were 
serving some customers, I felt his free hand under my 
dress. He merely rubbed on my inner thigh. But when I 
didn't pull away, his hand found its way onto my bare 
slit. It was really wet down there and it really made 
his leg wet. 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.

Maybe because I didn't have a father I craved his 
affection and melted into him. My wet bare slit pushed 
against 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 hot wetness on 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 cumming 
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 felt around. I knew 
what a penis was but I never saw one up close and 
certainly never touched one. Grabbing the fleshy member, 
I pulled it out of his pants. As it sprung straight up I 
could see it was eight-inches long and hard as a rock. I 
felt it all over, fascinated.

He directed me to stroke it up and down and I 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 little girl slit. 

On each stroke, it would brush against my clitoris. 
Finally as I started rocking faster and pressing closer, 
I exploded, causing him to cum 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 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. 
After straddling Walt with my bare slit and rubbing 
against his 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 into my 
pussy opening. It stopped immediately, when he hit the 
barrier protecting it. I didn't quite understand what 
was happening but I had a pretty good idea.

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

When I nodded yes, he pushed up 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. Then my body seemed to react on its own. 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 cumming, this time 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 cum, drip out 
of my pussy hole onto Walt's lap. 

I don't know what came over me, I must have wanted 
another taste of that cream, so I got down on my knees 
and started licking the cum 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 cum 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 of his truck, I heard a high 
voice ask, "Can I get you an ice cream cone, ma'am?"

I looked up and saw a little girl sitting on Walt's lap.

More stories to come...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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