The Ice Cream Man (Mgggbb, ped, oral) By SilentSteps -------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short, let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you. -------------------------------------------------- The sound of sprinklers and mirthful children filled every corner of Cheer Street. The aptly-named block sat at the very heart of the hidden world that was the Community, in the most well developed of its suburbs. It was a beautiful summer day, and the street had a very idyllic look to it with its green yards and trees gleaming in the sun. Kids were chasing bugs as well as each other, and most adults were out relaxing too. It had been a harsh winter, and few wanted to be indoors on such a day. Of course, one must mention that some of the sounds and sights were more particular to the lifestyle of the Community. Many of the children's squeals were in fact moans and gasps of pleasure, as all arrangements of little boys and girls made love together in kiddie pools, or out upon the dewy grass. Others were enjoying a leisurely 'horsy ride' with their fathers on the porch swing, or tumbling around with their mothers in the sun. Some, particularly a number of toddlers and infants, were more quiet and peaceful, as they snuggled into the laps of their fathers and softly nursed for that creamiest of milk which men provide to small children. Closer to the street that day, two beautiful four year old girls (twins at that) were down in the grass, enjoying the pleasures of incest. Each prodded their tiny tongue into the other's small, puffy sex in full view of their approving contented mother at the porch. The siblings were butt naked and enjoying their youth in plain sight, sometimes rolling this way and that so the other could be on top where the full weight of one's prepubescent cunny could squish against the other's angelic little face. It happens that those two were the first children in the neighborhood to hear the sounds of 'twinkle, twinkle' playing vibrantly through the air. The twin who was last to be on top gasped and peeked up from her sister's puffy pink vulva, dribbling a rope of saliva all the way down to the tiny sex. She stared excitedly down the road and gave her hips a wiggle to get the other child's attention. A big white van was moving slowly down the street, playing its tell-tale melody, and pretty soon both children were looking in its direction instead of at one another's baby-sized cunny slits. "Ice cweam!" They shouted together, eyes big and wide, before scrambling to their feet on their skinny little legs. On the porch, their mother waved to her children. "No running on the road! Stay on the sidewalk!" She called. "Yes mommy!" They sang back, as they padded their bare little feet in the grass towards the vehicle. Further down the road, a couple of much older boys - perhaps around nine or ten - paused their bikes in the middle of the sidewalk and turned them towards the noise. One was as blonde as the twins, with bright green eyes, and the other was an androgynously beautiful brunette with freckled cheeks. The latter stood up on his bike pedals with his daisy dukes perking up in the air behind him, and instigated a race back toward the sound. Seeing that cute butt flex through the denim with each pedal was more than enough to get the other little boy chasing behind. The front door opened at a house not far from where the children were converging. A little girl with long brown hair was walking somewhat carefully onto the porch, followed by both of her parents. Her small hand was in her mother's, as though to keep the child from falling. The father had only a shirt on, and his spent, gleaming cock advertised that it had just been busy with the child. Given the labored way the little five year old was walking towards the sidewalk, it had been a lot for her. She was still smiling, however, and the only signs of any real distress were some faint tinges of blood around the base of the father's cock. The five children and two adults walked toward the sidewalk as the van came to a stop nearby. It's side was painted all kinds of happy colors, with the big words 'ICE CREAM' enthusiastically featured in a garish font. The side door opened wide, and the driver sidled over to greet the kids. He was more of an ice cream boy than an ice cream man. He was a young stud, only recently eighteen and sporting a sexy 'swimmers' build. But he was also less of a jock and more of a 'punk' type. He had a few small piercings and a slight green tint to his hair, but he carried himself as a relaxed, polite, and charismatic young man. He was the kind of person you expect plays an instrument and who, at worse, smokes a bit of pot here and there. He grinned a handsome grin as he spotted three caravans headed his way: two ravishing boys on their bikes, two butt-naked twin girls with flushed and licked baby pussies, and one lone little lady that seemed to have just been mercilessly pounded by her father. Naturally, his cock stiffened in his pants for all of the little tykes and their various predicaments, but that was pretty normal on his rounds. After all, no sane man can be confronted with small children without at least the smallest bit of sexual excitement. Especially cute ones like these. It didn't hurt that he was a fan of a juicy cock now and then as well, and that the father at the back of the crowd had a powerful looking piece hanging out for all to see. But he had a job to focus on, so he leaned down towards the the five little children that had now made a little semi-circle in front of the open door and were smiling up at him expectantly. "Hey kids," he said, "Do you all know what flavors you want? We have grape, banana, strawberry, watermelon, peace, vanilla, chocolate, and french onion dip." The children all giggled together at the young man's fib, even those who didn't really know what french onion dip was. One of the little blonde twins piped up, this time without the other, though she knew full well how to speak for the two of them. "We want wadda-mewons!" "Alright, watermelon! ... and by the way, you two, there's no shade out here by the road. Do you both have your sunscreen on?" The ice cream man couldn't help but be concerned. The children were both completely naked, and so very beautifully pale-skinned. He wondered if their little pussies could get sunburned, and how awful that would be, especially if one tried to shove their adult cock inside. "Yeah." One said, before rambling on as children do. "Mommy rubbed us all over a'fore we went out to pway, but dat made us vewy horny and we started lickin on each other some." The other went, "Yeah, and I got some sunscween on my tongue, it was sooooo gross!" As all of the children giggled about this, the driver couldn't help but be infected. He laughed and shook his head. "Well, sunscreen or not, your little kitties look yummy to me." While the two girls beamed at the compliment, he turned to the center of the group where the lone five year old girl was standing in wait. He tilted his head and smiled at her. "A little rough anal from daddy today, sweetheart?" Speaking for her, the mother of the child placed a hand on her tiny shoulder and said, "Oh goodness no, she's five years old." Indeed, it would have been ridiculous for a girl of that age to not be entirely used to anal, even a rough pounding. "It's just, her father only just took her cherry, so she's having trouble walking." So that explained the trace of blood on the father. All of the other children looked to the newly deflowered little girl with a chorus of 'ooooh's. For the twins, that was still a ways off, and the boys of course didn't have to go through that, but each and every child knew how important that experience is for little girls. "Well, well!" The ice cream man exclaimed, "This is a big day, then! What's your name, sweetheart?" The child blushed and shifted her weight between her tiny bare feet. She didn't seem all that shy, but it seemed she could be when she had a spotlight on her. "I'm Emi, what's your name?" "Well, I'm Scott. Prescott, really, but that sounds silly, right? But enough about me... is your little kitty feeling okay? Your daddy looks preeeeetty big!" He talked to her in the playful, slow way adults normally talk to children. But he had to at least sneak in a play-flirt at the hung father. The father, who'd just been tangentially complimented, couldn't help but join the conversation. He stepped up, his cum-dribbling prick resting on his daughter's shoulder with a sticky flop. "Oh, she was a little champ about it. We promised her a treat and, well, here you are!" "Yeah." The preschooler agreed, as she tilted her head into her father's comforting genitals as though to cuddle the plump shaft. "I'm just a 'lil sore. See?" Scott smiled with delight as this tiny little sex doll lifted her dress up front, showing her panty-less pussy. The other children peeked, mostly with interest at the state of it. It was a child's pussy sure enough, nice and tight and pink and innie as they always are. And yet it was also a little parted, a bit red from the strain of accommodating a full-grown erection so early in its development. Any blood had been mostly wiped, but some very faint smears of red could be seen as you looked closely, particularly under the hem of the skirt. It was also still glistening with lube and a few strands of white cum from her father. One of the little twins told her, "I heard it feels better next time." "And your tummy feels all big and stuffed like you ate a bunch!" Added the other. "It does!" The pretty brunnette boy with the freckles added, "Even when it's in your butt! It's fun when they go in!" "Yeah!" The twins sang together. Emi, having had enough attention, lowered her dress and giggled. "It's okay. I just wanna fit more. Only daddy's helmet part got in." The child's mother patted her on the head. "You're still very small. Don't worry. Daddy had a good time, didn't you, dear?" "I certainly did! We're both very proud of you, sweetheart." Scott the ice-cream man smiled at the sweet scene, though his erection now bulged aggressively in his jeans. The whole exchange had him throbbing. No matter how many kids he'd been inside, no matter how aggressively he fucked the tiniest of children, they never ceased to have that effect. Inhaling deeply again to subdue himself, he peeked back into his truck pointedly and asked, "So, what flavor will it be for you, Emi? A cherry, maybe?" Amidst the laughter that followed, the recently-fucked five year old furiously shook her small head back and forth. "Noooooo, I want strawberry!" "Of course sweetie. I understand." Scott then moved on to the two boys. By god that freckly one was pretty! He could almost be mistaken for a little tomboy. The other boy was cute too, if a bit more masculine. He had actual pants on instead of the other kid's daisy dukes. Sometimes a contrasting pair of boys like that turned out to be extra-special friends. Scott had to inquire. "Hey there, you two. Are you boyfriends?" The boys nodded and giggled, leaning their little heads together. Then to make a show of it they turned their heads and gave a kiss on the lips while still giggling. To be a fly on the wall... Scott found himself chewing the corner of his lip as he thought about it. "That's very sweet... anyway, uh, what flavors do you two want?" "Banana please!" Said the freckly boy. What a big surprise. Little slut. "Grape for me." Said the other. "Okay!" Scott exclaimed as he clapped his hands together. "Oh, do the grown ups want anything?" Emi's parents held their palms out and shook their heads to indicate they weren't interested and had only come out to look after their child after her ordeal. Scott had figured as much. "Two watermelons, one strawberry, a banana, and a grape. Coming right up! Don't you guys go anywhere." As the children chittered on together, Scott got up and walked to the back of his truck. Into the cold innards of the beast. It was cold alright, but not enough to relax the red-hot poker pressing at his thigh. God those children were fuckable! Somehow, he managed to ignore his straining prick as he opened a large crate, revealing several sticks pointing up from mold sheathes in neat, color-coded rows. Then he began selecting the requisite flavors between his fingers, pulling them from out one by one. Each was differently colored, but they all had the same exact shape - the perfect shape to make a small child salivate. A frozen adult cock, complete with a slightly upturned head and pronounced veins running down the sides to tickle little mouths and throats. Ever the pro, Scott managed to hold the five pops between his fingers separated just enough not to touch. These were ice cream pops, sweet and milky and also very easily mixed if they came into contact with one another. He had to be careful. Carefully, he returned to the front of the van. "And here you go, kids!" He announced, reaching out so the children could take their treats. "Ahh, they're all the same peepee!" One of the twins observed as she picked up her ice cream. The other kids all had immediately started licking and suckling on the tops of theirs, a bit too overheated to care as much. "Well," Scott admitted, "they're all molded after mine." "That's cool!" exclaimed the blonde boy, as he stopped to examine his popsicle. "Your thing is real nice lookin'. I like this really big vein here on the side." He gave the 'vein' a nice hard lick after pointing it out. Scott found himself blushing a bit, but he was indeed pretty proud of what he was carrying. Not quite a girthy child-stretcher like that father, but long and handsome enough that it kept kids squealing. It also made a nearly perfect ice cream pop. Feeling the bulge against his thigh and watching the cute kids licking at the likeness of his cock, Scott decided he'd done his job and could be a little more free with the children now. "Any of you kids wanna see? It's pretty big and hard right now." There was a chorus of muffled 'mmhmms' as the children all looked up, some eying his pants and finding out the tell-tale bulge. What a sight - multicolored cocks shoved into their innocent little faces, big eyes gazing up with interest. One of the most lust-inducing sights imaginable. "Bet its a lot warmer than your ice cream!" said the blond boy with the grape popsicle, between his noisy slurps. "Hehe, you got that right." Scott said, as he set his feet down on the edge of the door frame and unbuttoned his jeans. He hadn't lied, and it was only a quick zip and a swish to produce his red, aching erection to the eyes of all these beautiful children. Even the two adults eyed it up and down and smiled to each other. All the tiny children had their eyes fixed firmly upon it, some giggling already at how identical to the popsicles it was. Scott had the freckle-faced boy pegged well, it turned out. The youngster gave a big slurp to his yellow banana-flavored ice cream and took a few steps towards the man's fanned out thighs, looking up at him. "I wanna taste it." He said, as innocently as a child might ask to taste a piece of candy. And what was Scott going to do, say no? "Sure thing, big guy. Get yourself a suckle." Scott laughed, patting his inner thigh. It caused his erection to bobble, until the boy's small hands caught it by wrapping around the base in two tiny little fists. The others watched with casual smiles. Little Emi's head got patted from behind by her mother, who broke up the scene for a moment to announce that she was going to start dinner. "You can stay out here with the others, but be safe, okay? Mind the road. And if you feel too sore, come get some cream on your cunny and lie down." "Okay, mom." Emi agreed, without turning her head from the sight of a throbbing adult erection, every child's joy. Just then she remembered her good pedo-manners and turned to her mother and lifting her mother's short skirt and landed a wet kiss and a lick on her mother's exposed wet pussy. Her mother rather enjoyed her daughters service and stroked her daughter's lush beautiful hair before leaning down and sharing a giggling kiss. Her dad chuckled and took his wife's hand. "I'm going with you. Let's go get some AC, dear." As the other adults walked away, Scott caught them making one last peek back at his cock. And then - 'SHIT!' His mind suddenly screamed. That freckly-faced cutie had just downed the ice cream man's cock down to the base in a single suckle. The little slut didn't waste a second, his puffy little lips immediately slamming into those heavy adult balls. Scott gripped the edges of his seat in a mix of extreme pleasure and a kinky side of pain. "Ah.... cold mouth...!" He stuttered, reaching out to ruffle the little slut's beautiful head of hair with a trembling hand. The little guy just giggled around his mouthful and kept going. He bobbed up and down very quickly, holding his little popsicle to the side. Just then, little Emi took a step forward once again and her face lit up with a big silly smile. "Your thingy's getting all yellow like a banana!" She announced. Scott looked down. Sure enough, the little boy's mouth had picked up all the coloring from the ice cream, and his cock was starting to look like a big, veiny banana. After a few more strokes, the little guy pulled off and looked too, giggling with delight as he wagged it by the base with his small fingers. "You're the banana man now!" He announced, as the other children burst into giggles. Scott didn't know what that was even supposed to mean, but children's weird sense of humor was its own sort of fun. One of the twins came skipping over. "Hey! Ewybody! I haffa idea! Lemme!" A set of -very- tiny little fingers reached out grasped for the teen boy's shaft, and the boy politely stepped aside. The tiny face of a four year old girl quickly replaced the little guy as she jammed herself down between Scott's thighs, unceremoniously gobbling that dick right back up. She even used her throat the tiniest bit. Scott sighed with pleasure at the precious sight, reminded suddenly of the few times he'd had the joy of cock-feeding infants. She wasn't on him for long - after a few light bobs she pulled right back off, revealing that Scott's cock was now green from the watermelon. However, her paintjob only started an inch above where the boy had painted him yellow, causing the ice cream man's cock to be multicolored. The child wiped her lips and looked around. "We can make his pee-pee into a wainbow popsicle!" Before the young man could protest - as if anyone would - the giggling children crowded between his thighs, forcing him to spread his legs wider. Even the recently-deflowered Emi was playful and giggly now, sucking on her popsickle hard to get her mouth colored right. So many tiny little heads so close to Scott's aching erection caused the tip to cry a tear of precum in its joy. The other little boy was the next to go down, proving he wasn't -all- top after all. He plopped his mouth right down, sending another wave of cold through the shaft that then quickly heated right back up as the boy bobbed up and down. After a few slurps he pulled off, the precum sticking to his lips and trailing along before he swept his tongue out to drink it up. Now Scott's cock was a a mismatched dither from yellow to green to purple. Scott barely got a look. As soon as the boy pulled off, little Emi's face went -plop- between the adult's legs and started to suckle and slurp. Each time the children changed places was a brief icy blast, followed by tingles of pleasure and, finally, sloppy warmth. Scott leaned back and accepted his fate. He'd be the ice cream man with the rainbow dick. That sounded better than whatever the 'banana man' mantle had meant. The second twin went last, which was only fair since she was the same flavor as her sister and needed to be further off from the last shade of green. For her, it was just the head she suckled, but that was just as well. Her tiny mouth felt really amazing there, and it gave her the freedom to twirl her tongue around the head in pleasurable circles that made Scott's legs tingle all over. Finally the children fanned out a little, all giggling and going back to their popsicles. Scott looked down, smirking, and gave his pelvic muscles a few twitches to bounce the sloppy rainbow-colored shaft around for the children. "You know..." he said, thoughtfully scratching his chin. "I could probably make them like that, if I layered it... you kids may be on to something." "That sounds yummy," one of the little boys said, "but you're yummier, mister." "Well thank you sport, but I only have one of these and can't feed every one of you little rascals. Not in one day." He mused the point over a bit. "And now I can't even stuff one of your little pussies, either. You cant put sugar inside there, you know, its bad for you." One of the twins asked, "Butts are safe, right?" "Well yes..." Scott paused and looked at all the children. He was too close to cumming to try to butt-fuck every single one of these kids, as much as he was sure he'd enjoy it. That and he wasn't supposed to with the smaller ones yet, as those holes were still for their fathers. No, he had to decide a better way to make this fair. But he had to get off with these gorgeous children, too. "I tell you what... I think we need to remember how special a day this is for this young lady here. She finally got her daddy inside her, isn't that right, sweetie?" Emi nodded, smiling brightly around the ice cream. "So how about we let her lick up the very first rainbow popsicle! And when the cream comes out, I'll let all you children share it, okay?" That gorgeous freckly boy came over and crossed his little arms over the adult's hairy thigh. "You promise to gotta come visit me 'cause I wanna ride on it sometime." "Me too." Agreed his boyfriend. Little boys were always crazy to get their little bottoms filled, it seemed. "Deal." Scott all-too-easily agreed. That was a given in the first place so, easy out. He then turned his eyes to the five year old 'not-so-virgin' at the center of the gaggle. She blushed, of course, but happily swallowed down the last of her ice cream off the stick and handed it back to the nice man, so as not to litter. Scott set it in the ashtray area and waved his hand invitingly over his achy prick. "Have at it." Emi's tiny little hands rested on Scott's inner thighs, looking so much smaller in comparison, and she went right back down on the adult prick. Her eyes closed tight as she gobbled him down, nice and deep, and gave the length a few gentle suckles. Slowly, he felt his cock becoming a little less sticky as the rainbow ended up in her tummy instead. Then she started bobbing her tiny head in a soft rhythm. "Ah... good girl..." Scott sighed, his eyes lidding as he watched the adorable, almost sacred sight of a kiddy blowjob. Meanwhile, the other kids started to get a little frisky together. The boys had their little stiffies out and were furtively masturbating one other side-by-side. Seeing that, the twin girls smiled at each other and then took the same stance, their fingers finding their ways to one another's preschooler pussy. Scott grinned as all arrangements of genders got represented: little lezzy sisters, gay preteen boys, and a cock-starved little girl between his legs. There was something magical about every gender playing with every gender in only a few square feet. Briefly, Emi pulled off of Scott's penis and regarded it carefully. Then she began to run her tongue up and down, from the head to the balls, grooming the last of the mixed colors together. More and more of a fleshy tone shone through as she cleaned it all over like a mama cat. Then she was right back to sucking. She did about as you'd expect for a kindergartener, being not fully trained yet but still well-adjusted to the act from a life time of healthy incest and good old-fashioned pedophile parenting. She was certainly getting the ice cream man closer each second with her tiny, strawberry-painted tongue. Scott was dizzy now with pleasure, nearly to the point of panting. "You... youngsters... sure have a lot of energy." He stammered, as his legs started to quake slightly. "And such a healthy appetite... but don't forget, Emi... your mommy is, ah...! Is cooking dinner. You'll need to share the cummies so you... don't get too full... it sure feels like there's a bunch in me. You... nnh... you children still hungry for one more treat?" "Yeah!!" they all cheered together in their tiny, high pitched voices. Emi simply nodded with the cock in her mouth and reached up, gripping the shaft in both tiny hands, pumping him like a piston while she worked. Sensing that the ice cream man was about to burst, the children tightened up between his legs as they massaged one another's genitals and opened their mouths upwards. He could see all their soft little tongues and the opening of each fuckable preteen throat. Scott gritted his teeth as his balls tightened up, ready to unload. "Ugh... remember to... share... kids..." he managed, looking at all the little mouths opening, different colors on their tiny tongues. Finally, a loud groan of pleasure. The young man gripped his seat, and started to squirt. Little Emi made one loud swallow to devour the man's very first load, then pulled off as a second wad slapped her across her face. As she giggled at this, the other children moved in and turned the spasming cock this way and that, grasping at the spurting firehose of a dick as it burst at them again and again, getting a little bit in every last mouth. The two boys quickly turned to each other and began to french kiss deeply around the semen, while the twins sort of battled over who got the most (as siblings often do). When every last drop had been emptied, and the children were happily licking their lips, Emi reached up and pawed the cummy mess from her sweet face, licking at it from her palm. Now there was a benefit of spermfeeding them as infancy - no recoiling from the taste, just treating it like sweet candy. It was the most familiar flavor in their little lives. Through the haze of the afterglow, Scott heard one of the twins going "Thanks mister!", followed by all the others together. He opened his eyes and smiled down at the beaming little rascals. "Any time kids...." he purred to them, scooting back into his seat and leaning back. "I'm going to take a minute to recover..." There was no answer. After a few seconds, Scott blinked his eyes open and turned to see if the children had just up and vanished. Instead, the two sisters and two little boys were all in the grass of Emi's front yard, crawling all over one another in a horny little child orgy. A little girl's tongue was in a little boy's ass, a boy was devouring a four year old pussy, a little girl was sucking a boy dick... he couldn't focus on who was where, it was just kids having a good time at this point. But little Emi, tired and satisfied, was walking towards her front door for supper. Before she could reach the door, she did turn and give him a smile and a wave, which he weakly returned. 'I think I like this particular block', Scott thought to himself, as he leaned back to relax in his seat.