Licking The Neighborhood Ice Cream Man

Buxom Blonde Public Servant Hilda Humper stars in:
"Licking The Neighborhood Ice Cream Man"
Written by Victor C. Nathan


Hilda Humper had always been a civic-minded woman. She cared much
about others and about her community as well. Hilda's caring spirit
showed in her personality and behavior. Her ebullience and good-
hearted nature were evident in all of her numerous efforts. In a
word, Hilda was a giving woman. It was in this very moment that the
true extent of her selfless giving really showed. The 38-year-old
buxom blonde knelt to do her work.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah," Hilda purred as she worked at her latest civic
project. "Let's get these old hot and icky pants off so momma can
play with her favorite big boy's pee wee. Oooooooo, yeah. My poopsie
woopsie's pretty pee pee tinkle toy needs mommy to pet him and rub
him and stroke him and suck him and love him. Is baby's wee wee ding-
a-ling getting longer and harder for his boobie mommy, hmmmmmmm?"

"Sure is, Miss Humper," the neighborhood ice cream man Larry Fallus
replied with a hearty, reassuring grin. "You've almost got my big man
free down there. Just take the pants all the way down and you can
just pull it right out of my briefs in a flash."

He would have helped her, but Larry knew that Hilda always liked to
take his penis out for herself.

"These pants of yours are a little cumbersome," Hilda said with a
grunt as she struggled with his zipper that seemed to be a bit
stuck. "Fuck a duck! Don't you jam with me, you fucking zipper.
You're just trying to keep Hildy from getting to Mr. Wee Wee. You'll
never stop me from sucking my big boy's pee wee, no matter how hard
you try."

Even as Hilda struggled with his zipper, she rubbed the bulge of the
ice cream man's wee wee through his pants until his crotch looked
like a tent, her fingers kneading his knob through the thick fabric.
Finally she jettisoned any hopes of glimpsing at his dick through the
zipper first, as generally was her modus operandi, and just yanked
his pants down as if she would tear them apart. Larry grinned as her
bulbous boobs jumped with the effort. It was for this reason that
Hilda got ice cream brought from his truck and straight to her door
and never had to walk out and buy it herself. It was because of this
kind of reception that he always gave Miss Humper her push-up pops
for free.

"Wheeeeeeeee!" Hilda squealed as she perused Larry's erect wee wee
pole as it pushed out the front of his Hanes underwear briefs. "I've
got him! I've got him! He's all mine now! Let mommy peel down baby's
undies. I can almost taste him now."

Hilda kissed the head of the ice cream man's hardness through his
Hanes shorts and then grabbed the elastic waistband for what was her
most excited moment. Larry Fallus drew a deep breath as the big-
tittied trollop slipped off his underwear, easing it way over the
giant erection that stabbed outward into the air in a seemingly
eternally protracted shaft of rigid flesh. Hilda gushed with emotion
when it was exposed to her, like an archaeologist who had discovered
an ancient artifact for the first time and had unearthed it with
great gusto and expectation. The busty broad took it in her tiny,
slender fingers and slid her hand down the smooth and solidified
trunk of his sexual organ as she enjoyed the very texture, shape and
thickness of Larry Fallus' phallus, much like she always did with a
man's part before she enjoyed it in sundry other ways.

"Oh, Larry, baby! Yes, baby! It's so very hard and soooooo, soooooo
longgggggg! Momma likes her big boy's big grown-up weenie dinky pee
wee!" Hilda exclaimed as she now had quite a rhythm going with her
jerking on the ice cream man's manhood, yanking the skin up and down,
her eyes agape as she watched it get even more solid and fill wholly
with blood.

The tart licked her thick, shiny lips, relishing the thought of
tasting and eating on his big pecker for her lunch on this blazing
hot summer day that promised to be hot in many other ways too.

"Oh, poopsie, how does that feel? Hmmmmmm, baby? You like the way
momma does that shit to her boy's cutesy wutesy wee wee swizzle
stick? Are your silly ballsies whipping up a big batch of special pee
pee for mommy's ingestion? Cause you know how she likes to chug down
all of your yummy mummy gummy fizzy jizzy sticky wicky special pee
wee wee wee juice from your wee wee love rocket heady weady cum
squirter. Mmmmmmmmm, yessssssssss!"

Hilda was delirious with the desire to take him in. Her fingers
rubbed his balls now and slid through his matted pubic hair. Hilda
leaned over and kissed his nuts and giggled when a bubbling drop of
pre-cum appeared at the tiny hole of his penis head.

"Aaaahhhh, yes, Miss Humper!" Larry let out a slightly subdued cry as
the school teacher tongued his balls and tousled his pubic hair with
her fingers. "Fuck, yeah! Free ice cream for a fucking year! Holy
shitttttttttt! That feels good as fuck!"

"Rowwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Hilda growled like a tigress in heat as
her tongue slid over his healthy and very heavy testicles and cleaned
them like an animal with young. "Mmmmmm, Larry. Your ballsies smell
like sweet raspberry ice cream. Yummy!"

"Yeah, I'll bet they do," the smiling Fallus replied as she lapped
his gonads till she could practically see her reflection in the
bastards. "I was eating a raspberry popsicle while I was driving
today. I dropped it in my lap while going around a curve and it had
melted so much that it leaked right through my pants and drawers."

"Mmmmmmmm, slurrrrrpppppppp! That would explain why your silly
nutties would be sweet like that," Hilda giggled as she kissed his
dangling "stepchildren" and moved her tongue up to higher and more
jutting terrain with enormous outcroppings. "It would also explain
why your undies had a pinkish tint when I first saw them. I was sure
that your tittie momma had a boy baby. Tee hee hee!"

And on the titan monster-breasted dame moved in her wee wee feast.
She was just getting started. As Hilda raised her head higher, her
nose bumped the end of Larry's length and she chuckled at the way it
felt when it struck against her little ski jump. Her blonde head went
higher until the ice cream man's penis was exactly even with her
mouth whose ruby lips were already slightly pursed.

"Oh, Hilda," Larry sighed, his pupils growing wide and large. "Are
you ready to take it? Are you going to take it now? Cause my dick is
throbbing for you."

"You bet your sweet raspberry nuts I'm going to suck the fuck out of
this whopper!" Hilda exclaimed as she wrapped her right hand tightly
around the end of his penis, somewhere just below the end of it so
that only the big pee wee head peeked out from the circle of her
rounded, grasping fingers. "Now it's time to pay for this week's push-
up pops, baby Larry. Don't you think?"

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh," was all Fallus could manage in response.

Hilda always did take his breath away when she did this shit to his
wee wee every week.

"Yesssssssss, Hilda. I do thinkkkkkkk soooooo."

And the payment that was due soon arrived. Larry would take Hilda
over money any day of the week, especially on this day, his favorite
day and neighborhood by far.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhh!" Hilda cried while wearing a naughty smile
as she looked at the swollen pee wee head that peeked through the
encompassing grasp of her fingers curled round about his erect pecker
that pointed straight ahead. "Oh, what a big, long sweet boy Mr. Wee
Wee is. He is momma's favorite popsicle. He is big-tittied Hildy's
special push-up pop. She likes to make him push up and right out of
his fucking underwear, his fucking raspberry skivvies. Now let momma
have a taste."

"Taste away," Larry declared with a sigh that bespoke and gave a true
indication of the level of arousal Miss Humper's tender care was
truly eliciting in the extended trunk of his wee wee stick. "Do it,
Miss Humper, do it. Take him."

"Fuck, yes, baby," Hilda cooed simply as she brought her lips to the
penis head that was trapped in her velvet grip, the lucky vice of her
little hand that held his girth.

Hilda's tongue darted out much like a frog's would and tickled the
cleft of his urethra until he yelped his pleasured approval like a
child being playfully tickled on his belly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, shittttttt!" Larry Fallus practically screeched. "That
feels good to my push-up pop penis!"

Hilda released Larry's hard-on from the hold of her right hand and
instead slipped his wee wee into the O shape of her opened and widely
parted pouty lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Hilda grunted as she took his manhood into her oral
embrace just past the mushroom top of his shaft and continued to
slide him in further still until her mouth held nearly every bit of
him.

The suckhappy Humper wasted no time and her gorgeous and comely
blonde head began a sleek up and down motion that caused the ice
cream man's lucky wee wee to slip cheerily in and out of her deep
mouth and throat that took in every inch of his dick, a smidgen at a
time. Smidgen by smidgen was the way it began. It was a slow motion
at first, that watched his pecker disappear in and out of Hilda's
face whose lips were stretched just to fit him inside it. Hilda
reached up and gently steadied her rhythm by holding the base of his
organ with her left hand while her right hand went into her panties
to strum the nub of her clitoris like a cello string, and instead of
music, produced unadulterated pleasure. Hilda had always loved the
ice cream man since she was a child, but her adult pasttime had her
sucking the popsicle in his pants instead of buying the one that he
sold from his truck.

"Oh, fuck!" Fallus screeched at the top of his lungs, loving the
payment plan that he and Miss Humper had set up. "I'm almost ready to
come, Miss Humper! Holy shit, I'm going to come! Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

And Hilda knew that his big cock was ready to spurt its load out in a
jiffy too. She wasted no time as she slid him out of her mouth, doing
an oral retreat as she whipped his saliva-tinged tinkle toy from her
face, still rubbing it, not stopping her stimulating of it for a
single second as she raised herself just a bit for what she had in
mind.

"I know you've heard of an ice cream sandwich," Hilda Humper laughed
as she took his penis in one seamless motion and slipped its
stiffness between the titan titties that she parted with her other
hand. "You'll never see a fucking sandwich this big again. Tee hee
hee! Now squirt momma some of that yummy special wee wee juice she
loves so much. Make that jism fly out of your fucking tinkle toy
popsicle pecker, now!"

Hilda squashed his wee wee between her J cups and began to slide his
shaft up and down and watched with a silly grin as he squirted
upward. His semen leaped high into the air as Miss Humper boob-
clenched him through it all. The ice cream man's jism rained down
upon her, much of it landing in her wide open mouth. Soon they were
done for the day.

"Nice doing business with you, Miss Humper," Larry said with playful
sardonic seriousness when he slid out from between her boobies, his
wee wee flopping free of her confines and bobbing up and down like an
excited puppy's tail.

"Well, sir," Hilda replied with a grin, her bulging boobs and her
pretty face slathered with his jism. "I believe you owe me some
change from our transaction."

She glanced at his waning wee wee curiously and spotted some semen
glistening on its shrinking surface. Hilda leaned forward and
promptly cleaned it off with her tongue, savoring its unique flavor.

"Yes, that's it," Hilda giggled shamelessly when she was done lapping
at his stalk. "Now we're all even. I always like an ice cream man
that has change. Tee hee hee! See you next week, sweetie. Bring your
push-up pops and that push-up pop wee wee of yours too. You know
what, baby? You've got me trained. I should call you Pavlov. Every
time I hear the fucking bell on your truck ring as it comes down this
street, my pussy gets wet. Hee hee!"


THE END