Ice Cold Pussy

It was a scorching hot day and I had been busy in the garden, as it got rather overgrown and out of hand. I had decided to have a break and sat down in the shade to recover. My body was glistening with sweat and I was deciding what I could do to cool down. Just then I heard the familiar sound of summer in England, the chimes of an ice cream van. I went out to the street and there was the van, parked up in the street. The chimes acted like the pied pipers flute. Neighbours were coming out of their houses and queuing up for an ice cream. I joined the queue, last in line, just as I had done when I was a kid, full of anticipation.

When I got to the front of the queue, I was confronted with the sight of sexy blue eyes and long, jet black hair. She leaned forward, exposing a magnificent cleavage held in place by a shirt tied at the midriff. “What can I get for you?” she smiled.

The question caught me out as I was mesmerised by those breasts, plump and slightly tanned, that her shirt was struggling to conceal. “Oh I’m sorry,” I spluttered “I’m not sure.”

“Well you look pretty hot,” she grinned.

I assumed she was referring to that fact that I was sweaty and flushed from the gardening, but this was not the case. She was planning to give me a lot more than an ice cream.

She leaned over the counter her breasts close enough to smell them and whispered, “I know what you need but I can’t give it to you here. We will have to go somewhere a bit quieter.”

Now I had no idea what she was talking about. But something told me to agree. She disappeared from the counter, reappeared in the driver’s seat and, before I knew it, we were parked in up in the woods near my house.

She smiled at me and went into the back of the ice cream van. “I think you will enjoy what I have for you,” she shouted over her shoulder. I was still puzzled. I couldn’t work out why she had brought me to the woods to give me something that I could have bought on my street.

I turned in the passenger seat to see what she was doing. She bent over a large open freezer revealing the top of her thighs and the curve of her bottom, and reached in. After a few seconds she pulled out a long, cylindrical, ice lolly. She ripped the wrapper off and held the lolly out to me. As I reached out to take it she pulled it away from me and, with a playful scowl on her face said “No! That’s not for you! I have something else in mind for you.” She closed the lid of the freezer, turned around and sat on it. Parting her legs wide, making her flimsy summer skirt ride up around her thighs, her free hand reached down to her black thong. As she sucked the ice lolly felatio-style her fingers pulled her thong to one side, revealing her pussy, framed by pubic hair. Holding her pussy lips open she stared at me and, in a well practiced movement, placed the tip of the arrow head in her pussy and began to insert it, biting her lip at the sudden shock of the ice cold lolly in her hot, wet pussy.

“There’s nothing better than a hot sweaty dick in an ice cold pussy,” she purred.

I felt my cock stiffen in my shorts. I climbed out of the passenger seat and stood in front of her. I let my shorts fall to the ground and my cock swayed in front of her. She slid the ice lolly out of her pussy and held it out to me. I licked the tip of the lolly, tasting a cocktail of raspberry and pussy juice. I moved closer and eased my hot cock into her cold pussy. The feeling was amazing, heightened by the sight of her breasts, now hanging loose from the open shirt. She held one and teased the nipple with the tip of the ice lolly. “Does that feel nice around your cock? Is it cooling down?” she asked.

It was difficult to explain. Normally the effect of something cold on my cock is to return it to an unaroused, soft state. But in her pussy it retained its hardness, despite the cold. “Not exactly,” I whispered, “I think it is making things hotter.”

The next five minutes involved no speaking. I thrust my cock, again and again into her sticky wet pussy, to the rhythmic music of her moans and sighs, while my tongue followed the journey of the ice lolly, around her breasts and nipples, then up to her mouth, probing and playing with her cold, raspberry flavoured, tongue. Then she moaned and shuddered as her pussy contracted around my cock, locking it in and making me gasp. Her orgasm sent spasms through her whole body. She flung her head back, freeing her mouth from mine and jammed the remains of the ice lolly in her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure.

I could feel myself beginning to tense up and my balls become tight as I approached my own climax. She sensed this and leaped off the freezer. On her knees now, she spat the remains of the ice lolly out and took the whole of my cock in her frozen mouth. She sucked wildly and, unable to hold back any longer, I screamed “Oh fuck!” as I released a torrent of hot cum into her mouth.

She eased my cock slowly out of her mouth, cheeks bulging, looked up at me and grinned. She stood up, took a small plastic ice lolly mould from a drawer and proceeded to dribble into it, filling it to the top. Then she placed a lolly stick in the mould and put it in the freezer. “I love raspberry cum flavour, it’s my favourite,” she laughed.