Chapter 4

“Suck on it,” she demanded.

“Tasty, yeah? Now put it back inside me,” she said.

With bated breath, I returned the popsicle to between her legs and pushed it in again. Puanani seized up again. She threw her head back and whimpered at the blue sky as if to beg for rain. She gasped. Her whole body trembled as the popsicle slowly went in. Her abs, I noticed for the first time, rippled in a sinewy display of insane fitness — the result of an active North Shore life, I suppose, not the least included hauling a cooler full of popsicles up and down V-land. The frenzied, trembling display was an awesome sight, but also alarming, like watching aluminum foil arcing and sparking inside a microwave. The popsicle’s iciness seemed to be hurting her too much, and I didn’t want to hurt her, so I quickly pulled it out.

“What are you doing? Put it back in,” she begged.

“Are you serious? You looked like you were in so much pain!”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “But a good pain. Please, Roz, put it inside me!”

“Um, if you say so.”

I pushed the popsicle back in. She began to writhe again. Oozing out of her crevice with the consistency, and fluidity of lava was the creamy confluence of yellow popsicle and her sex. The farther it went in, the more the creamy effluence oozed out to pool on the beach towel on which we sat.

Once the popsicle wouldn’t go in any farther, I pulled it out again. In its short escapade inside Puanani’s nether regions, the popsicle had lost half its volume. The poor thing.

I sucked on it again. This time I could taste the slight vinegary hint of Puanani’s pussy on it. Mmm… so good.

“Here, have some more,” Puanani said. She swiped two fingers into her slit to gather up the slush that remained there, then she held her dripping fingers to my mouth, inviting me to taste.

I wrapped my lips around her fingers and slowly sucked off all the sugary goodness. Then she sat up, leaned over, and stuffed her tongue down my throat to have a taste for herself.

As we made out, she grabbed the popsicle out of my hand.

“Your turn,” she sang.

“Mmmf!” I cried with her face stuck to mine as she raked the popsicle across my abdomen. The icy popsicle was electric against my skin, shocking me into tenseness, oversaturating all my senses.

We continued kissing. The popsicle went down my body. I knew exactly where it was going and wouldn’t stop it. It had to go there.

Funny, how only just an hour ago, I was lounging all lonely-like on the beach, dreaming of a charming and sexy surfer boy to come by and flirt with me. Oh, how innocent I was way back then. How naïve I was to be so content to dream of such pitiful crumbs that is the stuff of a timid schoolgirl’s imagination. An hour older now, an hour more worldly, I knew that what I really wanted in life was not to flirt coquettishly with a polite and strapping young bachelor in the hopes that I may be courted, but to be pleasured with a popsicle by the likes of a demented Hawaiian sex goddess named Puanani.

I spread my legs apart to give her entry. I parted my bikini bottom for her, only realizing when she glanced downward to inspect my hairy pussy, that this was the first time I had ever exposed myself sexually to another person. But at this point, I was not about to start being coy.

“Mmm, cute,” she said, licking her lips.

She position the popsicle over my pussy, to allow the melting juice to drip onto my clit. I flinched with every drip and sighed as rivulets of cold trickled into my crevice.

“You want me to fuck you with the popsicle?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I muttered.

Vaguely, I remembered that the two surfer boys were somewhere still out there, somewhere past the breakers, waiting for the big waves that’ll never come. Sometime, at some point, they’d come back in. When? I have no idea of knowing. They might be returning to the beach now for all I knew. What would they glimpse as they approached? A fever dream of sugary beach nymphs, of course.

The popsicle touched my clit. The arctic frost caused a rippling shock wave through my body. The sensation was almost too much. I felt like an industrial transformer about to explode. I covered my mouth as I let out a yelp. But Puanani, who clearly enjoyed such proximity to danger, kept persistent. She rubbed the icy popsicle head against my clit, drawing long moans out my mouth.

The popsicle migrated southward, dipping into the folds of my plump labia to reach my tight little hole. The pain was numbingly intense. It short circuited my nerves, causing me to spasm.

“Still want me to continue?” Puanani asked.

How considerate of her to ask.

She pushed the cold slick popsicle into my vagina. It slid in easily, bringing along a pain that felt like searing heat. I clenched my jaws tightly. My arms and legs shook uncontrollably, but I kept my legs dutifully spread, to allow her to keep pushing the popsicle into my pussy like I was a reverse push-pop.

Then she pulled the popsicle out. The searing heat faded, replaced by a numb tingling like a thousand little pinpricks inside me.

I nodded. Yes, to the wonderful popsicle pain so strange that I couldn’t tell it apart from intense pleasure.

She pushed the popsicle into my pussy again. I tensed up again as the lovely electric shocks recommenced.

But this time she did something different to mix things up. This time, she allowed her free hand joined in the fun.

She rubbed her thumb against my clit while she pumped the popsicle in and out of me, mixing in true pleasure with the pain, to show me that those two things were starkly different. Indeed, they were, yet they paired so well together. The intensity caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Wonderful firecrackers shot up from my frigid pussy into my heart to explode in a fiery delight.

Faster and faster, she rubbed my clit. Faster and faster went the popsicle in and out of me. Moments ago, I was so worried that someone might spot our demonically lewd act, but now I was only worried that she might stop and I might not get to experience the best damn orgasm in the history of the world.

Alas, the friction of my pussy caused the popsicle to wither away quickly. Despite the numbness from the cold, I could feel the phallic shape inside me slowly disappear, and, before long, there was nothing left to enjoy. Puanani pulled out the popsicle stick to show me what had happened to it, a sad look on her face. It was as if a school of popsicle-loving piranhas had gotten to it.

“Another one,” I begged.

Puanani shook her head. “Nope. I got a better plan.”

She flung the popsicle stick aside and lay down with her head between my thighs. “Time for a cleaning.”

How swiftly I had acquiesced. The line in the sand I had drawn earlier disappeared as quickly as a popsicle in a pussy.

First, she kissed and licked my thighs. One then the other. Gnawing gently with her teeth here and there. Her tongue slowly wandered up my thighs, tracing the creases where the sugary passion fruit syrup had started to congeal, followed shortly by an assault on the forbidden fruit itself.

She planted a soft kiss on the tip of my tight and tender bud, then lapped at it gently, like a cat lapping at her paw, watching my face for my reaction with her dreamy cocoa eyes, a gleeful smile on her face wide enough to show her pearly teeth. She buried herself deep into my pussy, slipping her tongue into my sugar-coated folds, exploring my depths with her tongue to get at every bit of sugar left inside. She was thorough with her tongue, swirling it around, flicking it up and down, alternating between my clit and my hole.

“You taste so good,” Puanani uttered breathlessly.

I shut my eyes to watch the glimmering sunlight pulse gold and red through my eyelids. The sunlight pulsed in tune with my heartbeat. Faster with every breathless second, with every rhythmic writhing of her tongue inside me.

Soon, without warning, the orgasm rushed down to my pussy, a flood of mana that cascaded down from the top of my head and up from the tips of my toes to race towards the nexus of the universe to collide into a colossal supernova. I creased up. I shivered. I gasped for air. My eyes widened and I went temporarily blind from the explosion of ecstasy.

When most of the explosion had subsided, Puanani crawled beside me. She rested on an elbow and watched me with a big proud grin on her face, and traced her fingers languidly up and down my skin while I slowly but surely made my way through the fading tremors of pleasure.

For a moment, I focused all my lazy attention on no thoughts, only the sensations that returned to me. The fluttering breeze, the sound of the gentle lapping waves, the lingering scent of passion fruit, and the warmth of the beautiful Hawaiian goddess beside me. I was happy.

The surfer boys came back in. We quickly pulled our bikini tops back on when we heard them splashing in the waves. They flashed smiles and waved at us.

“Hey Puanani, howzit?” One of them said as they jogged by us.

“All good!” Puanani called back. “You?”

“Nice day. Can’t complain. See you around.”

Then they disappeared, blissfully unaware of the popsicle-induced supernova that had just exploded on the beach (I hoped).

Puanani stood up, brushed off the stray sand that stuck to her sticky body and said, “hey how about we go for a swim?”

“Oh, yeah sure, but…”

Sheepishly I answered, “I never finished you.”

She shrugged. “How long you here for?”

A smile grew on her face. “Then we got time, huh? Don’t worry. I’m going to squeeze you for all you’re worth before you go back to the mainland, haole. Come on, let’s go get wet!”

And she ran off to the water. I watched her run for a moment, enjoying her divine butt sway as she loped across the sand, thinking how glad I was that I came back to V-land for my summer break and how wild and unforgettable this summer was going to be.

Thanks for reading my story. Please let me know in the comments below or by sending me a message what you thought! I always love to hear from readers. If the story turned you on, you owe me a popsicle! 😉

Here are some thematically appropriate songs I like:

Butterflies — Kolohe Kai

Cherry Bomb — nuff sedd

Honey Baby — Three Plus

Livin’ La Vida Loca — Ricky Martin

Mini Skirt — Mr. Ho’s Orchestrotica

Edge of the Ocean — Stick Figure

Puanani — Ben Vegas and Maila Gibson