My Favorite Popsicle
(m/f, oral)This is yet one more sad attempt to write normal porn. Sigh. It's just a normal blowjob story. I got the idea one morning when I was getting up. I had more important things to do, but it sounded like it wouldn't take long to write down. I hate writing the details about sex so it's kind of like a writing exercise for me. I'm more interested in all the symbolism and stuff.
"Ummm . . . my favorite," I murmured, as I tried to peel off the sticky wrapper. I love Humdingers. They're my favorite type of popsicle. The wrapper was stuck so I had to peel it off carefully, getting my fingernails all sticky. "I can't wait to get it into my mouth. It's so huge and red and tasty." I dropped the sticker on the table carelessly and leaned back, licking at the tip.
Jay was watching me. He says he likes sundaes more, but at that moment he looked jealous. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like what you got?" I swirled my tongue around the tip then nibbled on it with my lips. I could still hear the ice cream truck a couple of blocks down the street.
Jay just stared silently for a moment, then went back to his sundae, eating the cherry on top.
"Ummm . . . I could lick these all day," I moaned, kicking my legs over the arm of the sofa and getting comfortable. I licked all around the edges. It was so cold that it stuck to my tongue at first, but the warmth of my mouth made it start to melt and get all slippery. I licked my way up the sides, savoring the delicious red juices. I closed my lips around the tip and sucked on it hard, swirling my tongue.
Jay was ignoring his sundae again. I just blinked at him.
"Heheh . . ." he chuckled, nervously. "Ahem. I should buy you ice cream more often." He stirred his ice cream around aimlessly, making a big mess.
I sucked hard on the tip, and pulled it out with a loud pop.
"Yes, you should. You don't know how much I love sucking on these!" I moaned and pushed it deeper into my mouth, pulling it out slowly, sucking off each and every liquid drop, and loving the taste.
Jay put his sundae aside. He leaned forward, holding his head up with a wistful expression. "You look so gorgeous like that!"
I arched my eyebrow. "Well, thank you," I mumbled, grinning. "I guess!" I held it sideways and licked and sucked on the sides. It was starting to melt faster. Droplets ran down the stick and over my hand and wrist. I tried to lick them off faster but it was no use. "You know, the only thing is, this always makes me all sticky and wet."
"Uh huh?" Jay said.
I showed him my sticky fingers. I sucked one into my mouth and nodded at Jay. Then I went back to my long lovely popsicle, taking the rounded tip between my soft lips and sucking as hard as I could. It made a slurpy sound. When I pulled it out with another loud pop, the tip was white. I sighed.
"What now?" Jay asked, getting all caught up in it.
"It just annoys me," I said, frowning. Then I sucked again on the tip, even harder. When I let go, I examined it. It was even whiter, shading down to a light pink lower down. I whined to Jay, "I don't like when it loses its flavor."
"Awww . . ." he said, really concerned. "That sucks."
I slid it back into my mouth, slurping the melting juices and nodded at Jay. It was starting to drip all over me again, so I had to lick the sides clean, of course, from the bottom to the top.
"Well, it still tastes good," I told him, sucking on one side. It turned a little whiter there, too. I showed him. "It's cute in a way. Kinda like a little popsicle hickey, don't you think?" I held it sideways and wrapped my lips around the base, sucking hard at the juicy part.
Jay was shifting in his seat, looking uncomfortable and tense.
"Now look, Jay!" I told him, noticing his expression. "Next time, just get one for yourself. You look like you want to steal this from me!" I clutched the stick protectively. I rotated it, sucking it on all sides while keeping one eye on Jay. "You better not even think about it. It's mine." I licked the fat red droplets forming at the base. "All mine and I don't want to share it. You got your ice cream."
Jay's voice became husky. "I don't want a popsicle. I want you."
"Me?" I asked with my best fake expression of innocence. I turned it upside down, dangling over my mouth, letting the red juice drip down the sides, off of the tip, into my mouth. When it stopped dripping, I breathed hot air on it, just to make it drippy again. I stuck out my tongue and gave the white icy tip a few fast licks, then lowered it slowly down, sliding it deeply into my mouth. I whipped it out again, very quickly, with another loud slurpy pop.
"Yes," he said. I loved the way his eyes locked onto my lips. His stare excited me. "I'd love to be that popsicle." I giggled and gave my popsicle a soft little kiss, getting some juice on my nose.
I was surprised by how he moved with such stealthy grace, sitting next to me on the sofa, almost hovering over me suddenly like a vulture. I leaned away from him, holding my popsicle away.
"I told you, I don't want to share it."
He leaned forward, licking the red droplet off of my nose. "I don't want your popsicle. I want your lips."
"My lips?" I asked, my curiosity aroused. "Oooooh baby! Are they red, yet?" I pouted for his inspection.
"Very red."
"And how about my tongue?" I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, as far as it would go. I felt like the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood.
"It's cherry red just like your lips."
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips. "I bet my mouth is cold, too." I sucked on one of his fingers and watched the startled expressions that flew across his face.
He pulled out his finger and leaned closer. At first, I closed my mouth when he tried to kiss me. His persistent sucking and nibbling on my lips made me breathe harder. He tickled my mouth with his tongue tip, insinuating himself between them, and I let him enter me, sliding across my lips and tongue gracefully.
"Ummm . . ." he moaned as he withdrew, his face flushed, his eyes dreamy looking. "You know, you taste just like cherry, too."
I chuckled. The popsicle juice was running down my fingers again, so I went back to licking them, while listening to him.
He leaned closer and whispered hoarsely and quickly, "I want your lips. Wrapped around my cock. Suck me off."
"No way. That's disgusting." I said. While staring him dead in the eye, I slowly slid my the juicy red shaft into my mouth, almost all the way to the stick, spun it around a few times, and then gracefully pulled it out again, with a loud slushy sound. I examined it. It was getting smaller and really drippy. I licked at it rapidly but it ran down my chin and throat, into my blouse, getting all over my tits.
He pushed my hands away and licked my chin clean.
"And Jay, besides," I told him between moans, "I don't know how to do it!"
He looked at me like I was from outer space! Then he laughed. "Yeah, you know how to do it all right! Trust me." He licked the moist red trail that ran down my throat, making me gasp, while his fingers worked at the buttons of my blouse, exposing my cream colored bra. I struggled to keep licking my popsicle, my arms waving all over, spilling some on the back of his shirt. He was tugging at my bra and lapping at the top of my breasts while trying to pull them out.
"I can't do that!!" I protested.
With his face nuzzled between my breasts he mumbled, "Why the hell not?"
"Because . . ." I looked around, frantically. In a mousy voice, I told him, "Well, I'm a vegetarian, for one thing!" He managed to free one of my breasts.
"Yeah, well," and he nibbled on my nipple too hard, making me jump. "Just imagine it's a popsicle." He sucked my nipple again, soothing it between his lips. "A Humdinger."
"But . . .what about your little squirmies?"
"My little what????" he yelled, pulling back and looking at me, puzzled and frustrated. "And what about them?"
He went back to feasting between my breasts like a pig at the troth. The popsicle was broken in half, and I had no idea where the other half was!
"Well, they're alive, right?" I managed to gasp out. I was getting seriously turned on! One of his hands was in his lap, fumbling with his belt and pulling out his shirt. "I just have a problem with the idea of all those little squirmy things bumping around in my stomach, all confused in the dark, like that!"
"Oh yeah, all confused in the dark," he mumbled, sarcastically. He had his cock out. He pulled my free hand, which was wet and sticky with sweet juice, into his lap, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. I stroked it slowly while he mouthed and licked my nipples. My pussy was drenched! I clamped my legs tightly.
I didn't try to stop him when he took my popsicle away and laid it on the coffee table, to eventually melt into a big sad red puddle. He cupped my head between his hands and kissed me, then he led me face down into his lap. I came face to face with his cock, which was hard and throbbed in my hand, the tip white with wetness. I scooped up some of the wetness with my finger, and licked it.
"That's a good girl," he groaned. "Now suck on it, just like a popsicle."
"But I don't know how!!" I lied. I gave it a tentative lick. "Do you promise me you'll tell me if I'm doing it wrong?" I licked around and around the head while I slowly stroked him.
"Yes!" he moaned. "I'll tell you how. Oh that feels good! Keep doing that!"
I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue in circles around it. His moans and pelvic movements turned me on something fierce. He couldn't have stopped me if he'd hit me over the head with a bat!
I released him and kissed his tummy. "Did you like that?"
"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss . . . ."
"Are we done, yet?" I asked coyly.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo . . . ."
I slowly licked him up and down the length of his straight pink cock. It gleamed with the moisture from my lips and tongue. I squeezed it gently. Another drop of fluid came to the top. I closed my eyes and lapped at it like a kitten with cream, then took the head back between my lips, sucking for more as if it was a huge pink straw. "I want more!" I whined.
"Oh, there's more there if you keep at it."
"I want every last drop," I mumbled, licking my way down to his balls. I took one into my mouth and rolled it around, then pulled back with my lips, releasing it with a loud pop. It made his legs twitch, and that excited me. I licked my way back up to his cock, taking it back into my mouth, sucking and pulling on it rhythmically with my lips while he just lay there and grunted like an ape. I couldn't help but rub my thighs together. I was so wet and turned on! My hard nipples dragged across his knees every time I bobbed my head or he moved his hips. His hoarse voice gasped out the long word "Suuuuuuuuuuck . . . ." More creamy cum oozed onto my tongue. I stopped and rubbed his cockhead against my lips, as if it was lipstick.
"Are you sure I'm doing this right?" I asked him, my voice both sweet and sultry. My tongue lashed out, whipping his shaft.
"Yes! Yes, you're doing it right! Sally, please? Puh-leeeeeeeeze make me cum???"
I held his cock in my hands just like an ear of corn and nibbled back and forth across the shaft. Finally I said, "If I do, do you promise to tell me when you're going to cum so I don't have to swallow?"
"Yes! No little squirmies!"
I licked where I had just nibbled. "No little squirmies?"
"No! I promise!! Please?????"
He was panting and looking desperate. I had this urge to just tease him longer, but my compassion overcame my evil tendencies. And I wanted to feel him twitch inside my mouth. I think that if I had stopped at that point he would have died of a coronary. I couldn't have his death on my hands!
"Okay!" I said, licking and nibbling on the tip. And then I lowered my mouth over him, engulfing his hot hard erection, making him moan and make happy little boy sounds, slapping his hands on the cushions. I sucked faster, letting the movements of his hips set the tempo. The way his knees were bouncing around my tits, I knew I was going to have a bruise. But I didn't ever want to stop! I moaned, too, because I was so anxious to make him cum. My panties were absolutely drenched. My thighs were wet and squirming against each other. My lips slid up and down the length of him, burying my nose in his curly hairs each time he pressed deeply into my hot wet sucking mouth. And my jaw? Well, it ached, but it still felt so sensuous and smooth, the way it slid across my lips and tongue! He started to pump my mouth faster, and I tried to keep up with him.
"I'm so close!" he gasped. I kept sucking. I knew he was going to cum, because his body became so tense and jumpy. And then he spasmed his way to a gushing climax.
"Now!" he shrieked. "I'm cumming!!!!"
I just kept on sucking.
"Sally! I'm telling you! I'm cumming. I'm . . ." he sobbed as the first warm spurt hit the back of my mouth. I just moaned and swallowed. His hands beat at his side, as if he didn't know what to do. I knew he was thinking that I was going to be pissed off about him cumming in my mouth, but it was really part of my diabolical plan all along! Yes, I am really that evil! Muahahahahahah!!! I was too busy sucking him and swallowing his delicious cum to laugh. It was all mine, every single nasty drop! And I swallowed it all.
All of a sudden, he stopped moving. I kept sucking, hoping for more, but I knew the fun part was over. I slid his cock out of my mouth, and looked up at him. He was grinning like a happy retard. I rubbed my achy jaws against his shrinking cock and gave him a few more licks -- just for fun!
"I tried to warn you . . . ." he said, sheepishly.
"Yeah, I know," I told him. I squeezed his cock hard, making him grunt, but I got what I wanted. One last sweet pearly drop of little squirmies that I licked off with a grin. "You dirty dog! I just got one thing to say to you."
"What's that?"
"Next time you get yourself a sundae? Get pineapple topping."
ennui 01/20/98
(copyright 1999 ennui)