Sophie’s Ice Cream and Blowjob Stand

As it turns out, by now, most people in town had figured out what Sophie was doing in the back of that ice cream booth, because of all the shop talk that occurred between old men in barber chairs and the local coffee shop. But no one seemed to object; in fact, Sophie sometimes had men order the deep throat truffle with their wives or girlfriends right there nodding their approval. I mean, who could blame a man for wanting to pork the mouth of a pretty blonde teen in short shorts! The girlfriends would wait and eat their ice cream cones while their boyfriends were in the back feeding Sophie. Some girls even came into the back themselves to take pictures.

“You’re sure you’re 18?” everyone asked her, because of her sweet young face.

“Uh huh,” she always answered cheerily if asked at the front, “Hmm hmm” with a brisk nod if she was answering in the back.

As for me, my summer passed far too quickly. I visited Sophie every day at the ice cream stand, to stand while Sophie kneeled and blew. I always told her about my day as she listened intently, staring up at me while bobbing her head. One day, her mom, who knew I was her daughter’s most regular customer, asked if I wanted to pop over for dinner at their home on a day when someone else was tending the shop. Sophie then asked if I’d pop over earlier, to take her horseback riding, since that was one of the activities I’d told her about. I told her I was happy to, arriving in fact just after breakfast. Sophie was wearing the exact same outfit she’d worn that first day I’d caught her in the act… her camel-coloured short shorts, dark pink top, pink-rimmed ankle socks and white tennis shoes. Her mom met me at the door too, and asked if I could just wait a minute, because she was just finishing up making a picnic lunch for us. When she returned with a picnic basket a few minutes later, Sophie already was on her knees in the front hall blowing me. Her mom just smiled and commented that her daughter probably wouldn’t need much lunch.

Sophie had never ridden a horse before. I helped her up onto hers, my hand strategically supporting her bum to help her raise herself onto the big black stallion she had been assigned, and then continuing to rest on her sweet behind as the stable hand slowly led the horse around the pen a few times to give Sophie confidence. Finally, however, we were off, taking it slow along a gentle trail to go to a nice little meadow about a three kilometres away. By the time we got there, it was nearly lunch time. I stood to eat my sandwich, only because Sophie insisted that her lunch was between my legs.

In fact, it was while she was on her knees servicing me that she glanced over to see both stallions as their members slowly lengthened. She couldn’t believe how big they were.

“Can you hold them if they start moving around?” she asked me.

I nodded. But I basically just moved around with my camera taking hundreds of pictures of Sophie with each horse as she dropped to her knees again for some very unexpected fun. Several minutes into the second horse, she waved me over to join in. So I went to stand next to the horse’s left hind leg facing Sophie, and whipped my item out. Sophie immediately lunged onto it with her mouth and started on me. Of course, both her hands had to support the horse, so she was all mouth on me. The second time she latched onto me, I told her just to relax and open her throat. Then I grabbed her head with both hands and started pumping her face for all I was worth. Sophie just stared up at me with big eyes as I repeatedly rammed myself down her throat. Then, after about thirty seconds of this, she returned to Starbuck (cute name, eh?). As luck would have it, a couple of older boys from Sophie’s school came by on horses about then, and I handed my digital to one of them and my videocam to the other. Sophie alternated between the horse and me while her eyes darted between cameras. Near the end, I was driving my rigid rod so hard and deep down her throat that I bumped her cute little nose with my belly every time. I could hear the gurgling gulp sound every time my cock-head popped past her tonsils. All she could do was lean forward from the waist with her head tilted back and her mouth opened as wide as possible to give me unlimited access to her throat, her eyes watching my face appreciatively. Of course, this meant she was neither kneeling fully upright or with her bum resting on her shoes. Instead, her cute little bum was jutted out and held about 4 or 5 inches above her shoes, the top of her baby blue satin bikini panties showing out the waist of her shorts, the shorts themselves as tight as they could be. (Later, she was thrilled at how cute her bum looked in all these pictures and the video). She had to kneel upright a bit more when she worked the horse, but this looked great too.

The horse erupted first. Of course, Sophie already knew about the ferocity and amazing volume of a horse’s stream from the first horse… so she sputtered only a little bit the second time. My volume couldn’t even come close to comparing; but the blonde teen moaned appreciatively as I gave her all the seed and sperm I could muster. And, as always, she made my cock tingle like crazy by continuing to slide up and down its length as I shrank, and only popped off to swallow my cum when I was fully soft. Of course, now there were four new rods to suck. So the video-cam was handed back to me while Sophie confidently tackled another rider and ride; and then the final rider and ride. It was past two when Sophie got to see anything but the underside of a horse so she could ride back to the stables.

We got back to Sophie’s home about four, and she took me up to her room. It was mostly pink, with lots of posters on the walls, and several ‘Sixteen’ magazines scattered around. There also was a computer on a little desk that piqued my interest, as well as old grade 10 math and science books. ‘Hmmm,’ I thought to myself.

“I’ll have to get you some of horses now,” I kidded her, my mind returning to all her posters. I then told her I wanted to use her computer for a few minutes to upload today’s pictures onto the ‘cute little website’ I’d created for her. She was very excited. I told her not to peak, and she didn’t. But, after I was done, she pulled me to my feet, walked me over to her bed and pushed me back onto it. No sooner had my back and butt hit the mattress than Sophie was on top of me again, her hands undoing my zipper and then her mouth finding my cock. There was a big mirror on her wall so that I got to watch Sophie working from the side, including her cute little butt as it hung over the side of the bed. (I’m not sure if it was because of nostalgia or what, but those shorts still were my favourite.) Mom entered the room to once again find her daughter’s mouth wrapped around my bone. And again he just smiled and shook her head.

“After you’ve finished having your fun, why don’t you come down to dinner?”

“Hmm hmm,” Sophie answered.

Dinner was fried chicken and rice and corn and great! I met Sophie’s older sister, Kate, who had slightly shorter, but still shoulder-length light brown hair, and who definitely appeared to be at least a year or two older than her sister.

“How old are you?” I asked Kate.

“Eight… I mean, nineteen,” she answered, catching herself and glancing quickly towards her mom. She then went on to explain that she was starting university, as a freshman, in just a few weeks.

Over the meal, I told both Mom and Kate about Sophie’s website, and offered to show everyone after we’d finished eating. Mom, especially, could hardly wait, and suggested we put off dessert.

Soon, we all were huddled around Sophie’s computer as I typed in… “Sophie_TheTeenageSlut.com” and the home page appeared. Mom and Sis were astounded by the tens of thousands of pictures of Sophie blowing me and many other men in her ‘back office’, including some cruder ones from my first days holding my one digital, to many, many great pictures from many angles from all the mini-cameras I’d installed quite early on (with Mom’s permission). I also had several full-length videos of Sophie in action. Sophie, Kate and their Mom loved everything. But when Kate saw today’s pictures, she gasped.

“Oh my God, Sis!” she said, smiling and then laughing. “You really ARE a teenage slut!”

But everyone truly was proud of her, she looked just so pretty looking right into the camera, her big blue eyes wide open, first with one horse and then the other in her mouth. I’d brought my video cam too, so there was full video coverage, including both times Sophie’s mouth suddenly was filled with so much creamy fluid that a bit leaked out the sides. She swallowed everything both times though, which impressed even me.

This time, it was Kate who pulled me out of my chair to lean me up against the wall so she could ‘punish me’ for being such a bad boy. I handed Mom my camera and she happily squatted down to film Kate as she put my poor bone through the cock-sucking of its life, and I entertained myself by watching Sophie’s sister’s also sweet ass, in tight, dark navy blue jeans, in that wall mirror.

“So… did you JUST turn eighteen?” I asked Kate as she bobbed her head to and fro.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered, absently.

And then she resumed her rhythmic pumping, while her Mom and younger sister just shook their heads in disbelief and laughed.

I spent my last evening enjoying a home-cooked meal, lovingly prepared by Sophie’s Mom while I porked both of her daughter’s mouths in the living room. Kate was wearing a short skirt and panties, so we even tried a little bit of the ass-to-mouth thing, me fucking Kate’s ass while Sophie kneeled nearby, waiting to taste my rod and everything on it when it emerged. Let’s just say that Katie didn’t disappoint and Sophie got a soft and brown taste treat, which she accepted hungrily. Everyone was sad that I’d be leaving the area until the next summer, but delighted that I’d offered to fly Sophie out to visit me in the big city one long weekend a month, starting tonight.

“I even bought her a ticket,” I grinned.

Sophie’s knees nearly buckled, she was so excited.

“Best of all,” I continued, “there’s a pimp I know who I’ve already called. He’s ready to put Sophie to work downtown on Friday and Saturday nights, starting tonight. He probably won’t pay her yet, but he’s promised to buy some really great outfits for her to wear for work (I’m talking jeans so tight and heels so high Sophie can wear them in any town anywhere and immediately draw customers). It would be great experience for her.”

Hearing all this, Sophie’s eyes looked to her mom longingly. Mom, in turn, looked at me to ask if I was sure that Sophie wouldn’t just be standing around all night with nothing to do if she wasn’t making money for Brutus.

“Oh No! Not Brutus!” I laughed. I knew he’d make sure Sophie had a good time and got some great experience for later. “He’s got dozens and dozens of biker buddies he usually has his girls do for free, and he’ll just have Sophie suck them. Besides, he’ll make Sophie promise to come back to work for him for a few years when she’s a bit older, so it’ll be more than worth it for him”, I said. “Trust me… Sophie’s mouth will be filled 90% of the time she’s with me. And Katie’s welcome too,” I said, holding up another ticket. “Twenty dollars per blowjob for her.”

At this, Mom smiled, looked back lovingly at her two daughters, and reminded them to both bring little make-up kits to fix their lipstick between clients. You’ve never seen two teenage girls pack so fast!