Cici my playmate, the girls sang.
Come out and play with me, slapping thighs,
And bring your dollies three, clapping hands,
Climb up my apple tree…
“That’s so cute,” I gushed,watching their little braids bob as their mother shopped.
“Did you play that game when youwere little?” Lawrence asked, adding his brand of soap to my basket. Was heexpecting me to pay for that? I wasn’t going to use it. Why should I buy thingsfor him? Ah, but I shouldn’t be angry. How often did we get to shop together?
“No,” I replied, distracted by thesoap. “No, I didn’t speak English when I was that young. We sang, Savez-vousplanter les choux?”
“Don’t know it,” Lawrence shrugged.
“I guess not, monsieurl’anglophone. It means, do youknow how to plant cabbages?”
“You Francophones and yourcabbages!” he chuckled. “People you love are ‘cabbages,’ cute things are‘cabbage-like’…”
“I know, mon chou. It’s all about the vegetables with us,” I agreed.Lawrence shot me a naughty grin, but I kept my lips sealed as the two littlegirls pranced by with their mother. Once they’d left the aisle, I couldn’t help giggling, “Carrots are good,but cucumbers are better.”
Lawrence’s lips turned up and Icould tell he was clenching his teeth to keep from laughing. His ears glowedbright red. I continued, “But when I was a young, of course, all I wanted toeat was…” Lawrence was perched over the precipice of my unfinished sentence.What fun I always had, keeping him in suspense. “…candy.”
That’s when a red light bulbilluminated above my head. Right there in the shampoo aisle, a deliciouslybrilliant idea tickled my mind.
“I have to buy something secret.Can you wait for me outside?” I requested. When Lawrence’s coy gaze turned to apanicked glare, I quickly added, “It’s not a pregnancy test, don’t worry! Thereare plenty of other things to buy in a drug store.”
Wiping the imaginary sweat from hisbrow, Lawrence handed me five dollars to cover his soap. Ah, my lovelyLawrence. That man knew me better than anyone else on the planet. Taking hold of his hand, I kissed itspalm, lingering, licking, before finally releasing it. When he’d left the store, I sneaked overto the candy aisle.
* * *
“Take off all your clothes and havea seat in my reading chair,” I instructed Lawrence. “I’ll be back in two seconds.”
Sorting through my Shopper’sDrug Mart bags, I collected every bit ofcandy I’d bought. This was goingto be some surprise! Stripping off my jeans and lime green top embroidered withbutterflies, I stuffed my pink push-up bra and g-string strategically with allthe sweets I would need.
When I opened the bedroom door togreet my naked man, long red licorice shoelaces dangled from my hips. My brawas full of those big gummy pacifiers or whatever they’re meant to be—the onesthat have a line going up and a loop on the top, like a magnifying glass. Frommy cleavage, sprung a fruit roll-up and a pack of lick-a-made.
Lawrence laughed when he got a goodlook at me. “Are you my candy girl?”
“Are you my sugar daddy?” I shotback with a giggle.
His brow furled a little at thequestion. “Of course not. When have I ever given you money? You’re probably themost independent woman I know.”
“Calme-toi,” I whispered, resisting the urge to remind himhe had only just given me five dollars to cover his soap.
Pulling the fruit roll-up from mycleavage, I traced Lawrence’s jaw line with the candy paper. “It was only ajoke.”
Smiling so demure, Lawrence rolledhis eyes to acknowledge his hypersensitivity. I planted a soft peck upon hisclean-shaven cheek. My poor baldy never did understand what I saw in him,always figured I must be after his money. I’ve told him a hundred times, if itwas money I was after, I wouldn’t be dating a librarian!
Back in the game, he smirked andinquired, “Exactly what are you planning to do to me?”
Yanking a licorice shoelace fromthe hip of my g-string, I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “First I’m going totie your hands behind your back.”
“So I don’t run away, you mean?”
“Yes, because I know how much youhate it when I try giving you head,” I teased, B-cups overflowing with sarcasm.
A smile as wide as the sun isbright broke across Lawrence’s lips. “Oh, is that what we’re doing?”
“That’s what we’re doing,” I confirmed,wrapping the licorice lace around and around his wrists, securing the endstogether.
Eyeing the gummies sticking out ofmy bra, he asked, “What are those for?”
I let out a laugh, like an mmm combined with a throaty cackle. Snatching a gummyfrom my bra, I poked my tongue through the centre, savouring the corn-syrupysweetness.
“For this…”
With a sly smile, I grabbed anotherone of the candy pacifiers and fitted the loop around the base of his penis.“See? A home-made cock ring!”
“A what ring?” Lawrence asked, throwing me a queer look.
Such a sex-toy virgin!
“A cock ring,” I explained. “Itkeeps your delicious penis all nice and engorged.”
Taking this whole candy-bondagesituation one step further, I tore another licorice lace from my g-string.
“What are you doing now?” he asked,snickering at the silliness of it all.
Showing instead of telling, I tiedthe lace very loosely just under the head of his penis, wrapping the licoricearound his body and securing it behind his back. Nice work! Now, hisgetting-harder-by-the-second cock stood straight up and I could put the nextphase of my plan into action.
Tying the center of anotherlicorice to the downward end of our gummy cock ring, I cautiously encircledLawrence’s squishy little balls with the string. As I looped the lace aroundhis balls a few times, my candy-coated lover gave me an odd look. Finally, heasked, “What is this all about?”
“Now you have a candy ball-harnessto match your candy cock-ring,” I explained. With little experience in the landof sex toys, he still seemed unsure. I continued, “It kind of squeezes on your balls, makes you come harder.But if you don’t like the harness, I can always eat it.”
That got him laughing again, givingme a chance to step back and observe my masterpiece. With my man tied up likethis, balls straining forward, cock rigid and upright, the waters of my eagerpussy rendered my lower lips slick. “Do you know how hot you get me,Lawrence?”
Of course he didn’t; he soundervalued himself. “I don’t know why…”
Throwing myself into his lap, Iinterrupted with a sensual embrace. God, did he know how to kiss! His tongueflailed wildly against mine, his mouth hot and sweet. I started wishing Ihadn’t tied his hands behind his back, wanting so badly to feel those expertfingers penetrating my slit, rubbing my clit.
Like a kid in a candy store,Lawrence tapped his toes eagerly against the parquet. Having been inspired bythe fruit roll-ups with the punch-out shapes, I tore one sheet of the stickyfruit paper from its plastic backing. In one hand I held a heart shape, in theother a star. Planting wet kissesalong Lawrence’s cheek and down his neck, my eager mouth made its way to hisnipple. Licking the relatively hairless area until it was good and sopping, Istuck the heart over top. As my man erupted in laughter, I did the same with theother nipple, licking over topof the fruity star-shape. Tabernak, his body was delicious! The candy coating wasjust the icing on the cake. Sucking at his nipple, hard under the fruity paper,the raspberry flavor impressed my taste buds and infused the air with its sweetaroma.
When I reached flesh, I flicked the heart nipple, biting the star one.Lawrence let out a deep moan. I wished he would say something hot, like ask meto wrap my sweet lips around his big cock, but Lawrence never said things likethat. He was always so quiet in bed; I was not.
“What should I do next?” I teased.
“Oh,” he blushed. “Whatever you want. Doesn’t matter.”
Kissing him again, I suggested, “How about I give you head?”
“That sounds good,” he replied with a goofy grin.
On the floor at his feet, I ripped open the pack of lick-a-made. Tracingmy tongue along the marathoner’s firm thighs, I poured the flavored-sugarover top, spilling it all over the floor. Nothing like a good mess! Descendingon those muscular limbs, I sucked up that saccharine dust, biting here andthere for fun. What flavor was this supposed to be? Banana. How apropos.
Lawrence gasped as I worked my wayup to his constricted balls, poking my tongue between the bands. Mmm! Cherry and testicle was asurprisingly enticing aroma.
“Go easy,” Lawrence warned as I tookin his delicious balls, the hairs tickling the roof of my mouth. I traced thetip of my tongue up the candy pacifier, encircling his rigid shaft, getting itgood and wet.
Out to lunch already, Lawrenceleaned back in my chair, eyes closed, and released a heavy moan. That’s when Igave myself a treat: I wrapped the fruit roll-up around his wet shaft, but helooked down with alert.
“You’re not going to put that overthe head of my penis, are you?”
“No, mon chou,” I assured him. “Just around yourshaft.” He grinned, so I continued with the naughty words. “…around your rock-hard, strainingmeat. Your big, rigid cock…”
Head tilted sideways, I wrapped mytongue around his raspberry-flavored shaft, savoring the fruitiness. It wastime to release his cockhead from the ties that bind. I snapped the licoricelace with my teeth and his juicy meat lunged at me as I chewed the candytreat. Knowing precisely what hewanted, I flicked that little seam along the underside of his cockhead with mytongue.
With a pleasured snort, Lawrencegazed down at me in disbelief. “How did you get so good at this?”
My heart jumped for joy! Even just afew words of encouragement go a long way, and I sought to repay the compliment.Encircling his cockhead slowly, I took that gleaming tip between my lips andlapped his pre-cum. Sinking down, down, down, my lips met the sweet raspberry.As his cock slid in and out of my mouth, I tasted even more raspberry. I tookmost of his cock in my mouth and my lips reached near to the base of his shaft,where the gummy cock ring strained under the pressure of such engorged meat.
And meat it truly was! I’d neverfelt his cockhead so distended, so huge. Even its texture was different.Instead of that shiny, smooth and soft tip I loved to suck, it was becominghard and beefy.
“Ow!” Lawrence exclaimed. “It’sstarting to hurt. I think it’s the cock ring.”
Lawrence’s meaty cock was gettingtoo big, if that was possible. So, sticking my naughty tongue between the baseof his shaft and the gummy, I snapped off the sugary treat.
“Seems to me that you’re getting allthe candy,” Lawrence lamented.
“Poor baby,” I consoled, sticking myboobs in his face.
My legs turned to gummy worms as hetraced his expert tongue along my cleavage, in search of candy. Poking his noseinto my bra, where all the gummies were hiding, Lawrence’s tongue found my hardnipples and my pussy clenched jealously. Pressing my tits against his face, Iran my hands through the short hair at the back of his head. He was good atwhat he did, even if it was just sucking my tits.
When he finally stole a gummy frommy bra, I sank back down between his thighs, my knees in the banana-flavoredsugar I’d spilled earlier. The texture of his cockhead had gone back to normal,shiny and appetizing. My man was going to come, and it was going to begood!
“Oh, Audrey!” he moaned as I sankonto him, taking in his big, rigid cock all at once. I love it when he says my name!
Plunging his raspberry rod into mymouth, I sucked him eagerly, sending my tongue twirling around his deliciousshaft. All this cock-sucking had my cunt salivating, begging for attention.Unable to ignore the call of my clit, I sent unoccupied fingers under myg-string to satisfy my jealous pussy.
Grasping the base of his shaft,sticky with all the sugary candy, I swirled my tongue around Lawrence’scockhead a few more times. When I swallowed his penis, taking him in until mylips met my fingers, my man’s strong hands combed through my hair. The mauditcon broke free frommy candy cuffs! Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. It was good to feel himstroking my hair, bringing it forward to fall against his sensitive thighs.
“Oh, Audrey,” he repeated, leaningback in the chair, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into my throat as Isucked him. It got to the point where I had to hold his hips down with myelbow, what with my other hand busy stroking my clit. Merde, was it good to see my shy Lawrenceso into it!
With the fruit roll-up nearlydisintegrated, my candy man’s legs began to quiver. It was game-time. Lawrencewas about to come, and the licorice harness still encircling his balls meant hewould come harder than ever. Pressing my lingerie-cloaked tits against hisballs, I buried his rigid rod in my mouth, vowing not to liberate it. As Imoved my head up and down on his shaft, never releasing the suction I’d created,the oral pressure mounted.
Lawrence slid his hands through myhair, pressing down on my head, and then ceased all movement. The tremors inhis thighs started up again, until his feet were tapping the floor like Bambi’s Thumper. This was it! Body juttingforward like he was having some kind of fit, my man let it all come flowingout. As I stroked his sticky shaft, sucking for France, Lawrence squeaked histypical high-pitched orgasm noise. There was no one more adorable.
Swallowing his endless stream ofcum, made sweet by all the candy, I released his tender balls from theirlicorice prison. Lifting me by my armpits into his lap, Lawrence tried toembrace me, but I pulled away. “My mouth tastes like cum. You don’t want tokiss me.”
“I do want to kiss you,” heprotested, hugging me tightly and wrapping his grateful tongue around mine.“And, anyway, it’s my cum.”
“Oh, so you want it back?” I teasedas he pulled a licorice lace from my g-string.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” headmitted, taking one end of the candy cord in his mouth and poking the otherend into mine à laLady and the Tramp. When we met in the middle, I pulled away, batting my lasheslike a shy puppy.
We sat together, curled up in myreading chair and eating candy out of my
undergarments, until I caughtLawrence checking the time. No matter how long he spent with me, it was neverlong enough. My heart sank, swimming with the cum pooled in my stomach. Hekissed my nose, then my forehead, then uttered those familiar but dreadedwords: “I need to get going.”
Nodding with disdain, I shuffled myfeet in the candy sugar dusting the parquet. “No problem,” I lied. Sure, fine,love me and leave me. Whatever.
When he’d slipped on his khakis andhis Word on the Street polo shirt, he brushed my cheek with his thumb. I kissed thecandy-sweet palm of his hand. “So, I’ll be over Sunday morning, okay?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, trying to smileas I walked him to the front door in my pink lingerie. He slipped on his browntasselled shoes.
“See you Sunday.”
I flipped the deadbolt behind him.Why did Lawrence always have to leave? At least there was lots of leftovercandy to keep me company. Sometimes it pays to have a sweet tooth.
Originally published April 2010