Mr. Mint, his long spindly legs in his red and white striped suit,  licked the edge of a peppermint stick.  His pink tongue taking long and luscious licks, caressing the sides as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.  Lord Licorice had the Queen in his lair, bound ass-up in his black sticky ropes, knees tight under her breasts.  He was whipping her along her lily white back, causing red welts to rise, like the stripes on the candy stick Mr. Mint was sucking on.  His hand down his pants as he stroked his other peppermint stick that was growing harder by the moment, he moaned in unison with the Queen as he watched Lord Licorice choose a bright orange gum drop from a bowl... fingering the Queen's lovely  ass, he shoved the gum drop into her tight, dark hole.  Her white-blue hair streaming down to the floor she groaned in delight as Lord Licorice used his black leather gloved fingers to trace up her spine.

"Want more, my dear Frostine?" he growled in her ear.

Unable to speak from the large jawbreaker he had placed in her mouth, she simply nodded her head.  Again, Lord Licorice went to the candy bowl and this time returned with a red  gum drop, wedging it in to join the first one.

Mr. Mint sat watching with rapt fascination as he watched the creamy liquid slowly dripping from the Queen's shaven lily white lips as she moaned again in delight of the pressure caused by the sweet gooey treats embedded within her.  He did not notice the extra hand on him, helping him stroke his large stick.  To his surprise Grandma Nut had joined him.  The much older woman had removed her false teeth and greedily placed her lips around his shaft, adding to his pleasure as her gums slid up and down, causing ripples of pleasure to fill him.  He placed a hand on her short white curls and prompted her to pick up the pace a bit, as he leaned back and watched as Lord Licorice brought forth a large unicorn-horn lollypop.

Lord Licorice rolled the confection down Queen Frostine's spine, down the crack of her ass and thrust it between those white, creamy lips.  Her eyes opened wide as he pumped the whole nine-inch long lollypop into her and back out, her juices squirting from her almost immediately as she came over and over again, the ribbed spirals form the candy causing more and more pleasure to consume her.  Lord Licorice added another gum drop to her anus , pushing it in slowly, methodically, causing her to cum yet again.

Mr Mint could take no more of the excitement and came in the crones mouth, she swallowed him down and stood back up.  Readjusting her curly gray wig, she left the darkened room, wiping a bit of the peppermint cream from her chin.

Queen Frostine lay breathless in a heap, sweet liquid leaking from her anus and vagina, Lord Licorice, licking slowly at the sugary remnants of her pleasure, his handle-bar moustache tickling her sensitive skin, causing her hips to grind closer to his face. His tongue darting in and out, making sure to get every last drop of her, sucking on her swollen clit as if  it was a succulent berry.

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Back at Candy Castle, King Candy was lounging in his red and black smoker's jacket,  black silk drawstring pant and red ascot.  Clutching a pipe in his teeth, he ordered his young ward, Princess Lollypop, to dance for him.

Princess Lollypop's hips swayed to the mesmerizing beat of the drum beat.  Her lovely midriff, smooth and slicked with glittered, sweet smelling oil, glistened in the lamp light as moved and gyrating to the belly dancing music.  A tinkling of the small bells that she had attached to her ankles and wrists went along with each fluid movement.  Her small finger cymbals clicked as if to punctuate the sharp movements of her hips as she danced around the king.

King Candy reached out and let his hand skim her body as she twirled past him again, the music coming to a feverish pace, her body looking as if it were in the throws of passion with some invisible lover.  All too soon, the song came to an end.

Princess Lollypop, her breathing heavy from such a dance, was flushed a lovely shade of pink.  The king took a glass of wine from a table  next to his chair and took a sip.  He raised the glass, as if in offering.  When the princess reached for the drink, he encircled her thin wrist and pulled her to him, crushing her lips to his so she could take the nectar from his mouth. She gladly drank from his lips and giggled as his whiskered face tickled her satiny skin. His hand cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss, his other hand cupping her small breast, lightly squeezing. His thumb slowly caressing her nipple, causing it to harden like a sugar dot through the fabric of the  gauzy bra-like top.  His mouth smiled against hers when he felt her shudder from his touch.

Standing, he guided her to a room next to his chambers.  In the center of the room was a large, circular tub.

"Undress, my sweet," King Lollypop commanded in a soft, but firm, voice.

The princess removed her clothing, slowly, shimmying out of the skirt and veils that covered her thin form.  She stood before him, her skin still pink from her dancing, her eyes wide and her smile innocent.  The king examined every inch of her with his eyes, "Such perfection," he mused out loud.

King Candy led the princess to the tub and helped her lay down, the ceramic of it felt cool against her skin.  Taking his hands he fondled her small breasts, pinching her nipples a little, watching her eyes grow even larger as she noticed his large erection starting.  She reached out, encircling the shaft through the silk pants.  The king stopped his exploration of her lovely body for a moment, allowing her to examine his lust for her.  However when she began to reach for the waistband, wanting to release his mighty beast, he stopped her.

Removing the belt from his jacket, he bound her wrists above her head onto a small stake she hadn't seen above her head.  He then spread her legs and did the same with each foot, using his ascot and another scarf he took from his pocket.  Then removed his jacket and pants.  Bunching each into a ball, he placed one under her head and the other under her hips.

"Comfortable my dear?" he asked, brushing her hair from her eyes.

"Yes, father," she replied.

"Good," he replied, taking a can of whipped cream from the table and shaking it.  The king covered her torso in the cream, taking special care to  cover her tits and the valley between them.  He then lowered his bare ass down upon her, feeling the cream ooze between his crack, causing his member to stiffen more. Then he shoved his hard, large cock between her breasts, through the thick cream, and into her open and waiting mouth.  He slid up and down her body, propelled by the slippery cream, her tongue lapping it up like it was an ice cream cone.  Feeling the ridges and ripples of his cock on her tongue, she moaned for more.  He could feel the pressure building within him, but he was not yet ready to explode.

He removed himself from her and left the tub again, this time,he returned with his hands behind his back.  Princess Lollypop craned her neck to see what it was that King Candy was hiding, but couldn't.

"What do you have for me father?" she asked.

She gasped as he produced the popcicle he had hidden, "Cherry," he chuckled at his little joke, "I felt it was appropriate."

Princess Lollypop blushed at his comment.  The king kneeled down between her spread legs and lovingly ran his fingers through the soft auburn curls, seeing the little droplets of excitement that clung to the crisp hairs near her puckered lips.  He spread those lovely lips with his fingers, feeling her shiver in anticipation.  He leaned in closely and inhaled her sweet fragrance, tentatively tasting her.  He slowly slipped a finger in, till he felt the resistance of her inner wall and withdrew, not wanting to take her virginity quite yet.  He heard her sigh and looked up, she was looking longingly at the popcicle that was slowly beginning to drip. His smile spread and a twinkle came to his eyes as he placed his tongue to the frozen treat.  He then, in a swift movement, impaled her with the treat, breaking through her.  She screamed in delight, bucking wildly as the stinging sensation of the ice cold popcicle rammed into her.  He continued to fuck her with the ice pop, red juice flowing from her lips as he did, until the stick was all that was left. He threw the stick to the side, and taking his own rod, followed its wake and pushed inside her.  The icy feeling of her velvety walls around his shaft was a thrilling sensation.  He felt her stretch and yield to his thick cock as he drove into her, faster and faster.  His balls were slapping against her sticky posterior as she came   over his stiff rod.  His face inches from hers, he licked the tears of pleasure from her cheek as he exploded inside her.