Candy Custard made a date
To picnic by the garden gate.
Mandy Mustard she invited
To play a game that most excited
her as she prepared.

Candy stirred and mixed and baked
Bowls of batter, pies and cakes,
And as she filled a pastry shell
She felt a stirring in her loins as well
in anticipation.

When all was done she changed her scanties,
Donning silken bra and panties.
Then she dressed in Sunday best:
A summer frock showed off her breasts
and ample curves.

Garters she put on her thighs--
A sexy sight (for privileged eyes)!
Her legs she clothed in lace-topped stockings
And high-heeled pumps not made for walking
far put on her feet.

At last arrived Miss Mandy Mustard,
As glamorous as Candy Custard
Alike, except while both were fair
Of skin, Miss Mandy had blonde hair
and Candy was brunette.

Then Candy led Miss Mandy 'round
The garden to their picnic ground,
A blanket piled so deep with pies
And sweets that Mandy's eyes
grew wide.

Almost at once, though shy and tender,
Gently and sweetly they did surrender
To their love and to convert
Their lustful bodies to dessert
more sweet than any pie.

At first they'd dip a finger here
And dab it there, and then a smear
Would lead to more on legs or rear.
A little bit on fingertip
Could end up on a nose or lip,
'Til Candy found a bowl to tip
over Mandy's head.

Mandy's golden hair turned brown
With chocolate so she turned and found
A pie to splatter Candy's gown,
And (taking extra special care
To decorate her face and hair)
She made sure she got her share
of mess.

So they covered, bit by bit,
Clothes and footwear, tat for tit.
One tiny pull and that was it:
Their dresses they began to rip
And tear to shreds, rushing to strip
Each other, without care to unzip
themselves.

In lacy undergarments clean
They found a target too pristine
To guard against Temptation's will:
Their lingerie they moved to spill
upon and splash anew.

Candy Custard and Mandy Mustard
Filled their bras until they busted
With cream and pudding, cakes and pies.
They rubbed it on their legs and thighs
'til they were frenzied with desire.

"Candy Custard," said Miss Mandy,
"You've got me feeling rather randy.
I will be your messy slut
If you pour this syrup on my butt
and lick it off."

Candy wasn't very long
Divesting Mandy of her thong.
On her bottom round and bare
Miss Candy poured molasses there
and spread it 'round.

Eagerly she climbed on top
Of Mandy's bottom and the slop
She cleaned by tongue without a stop
'Til Mandy bade her move in deeper.
She found a crevasse rather steeper;
Between her thighs Mandy would keep her
forever if she could.

Mandy finished with a cry,
A quiver, and a sigh
Of pleasure had without a doubt,
So Candy, slick within and -out,
prepared to have a turn.

Her frilly underthings were scraps
Of ruined lace and loosened straps.
She took them off and then reclined
Upon the blanket where she'd dined
so recently.

"Open wide," said Mandy Mustard,
"I've a taste to lick some Custard.
But first I'll splatter you completely,
head to toe," and started sweetly
with a pie pushed into Candy's face.

Then more followed, on boobs and belly:
With tins of fruit and jars of jelly,
Bags of frosting squeezed above her,
She would Candy's body cover
lovingly.

"Almost done, and then to pleasure,
But here's another for good measure,"
Said Miss Mandy as she picked up one more treat.
"This gooey mess will be your seat
And then I'll tunnel through to eat
Your pussy, flavored as it is, so sweet
and sticky."

She kept her word, did Mandy Mustard.
So covered, though, was Candy Custard,
You'd think one more would hardly add to it.
She planted it with such a hit
That Candy moaned a little bit
and sought to rub it in herself.

Then to work went Mandy's tongue
And fingers, and before too long
She'd gotten Candy in the groove,
So wound up she could hardly move
except to pump her loins.

When it was done Miss Candy gasped;
Mandy patted her on the ass
And wiped her face discreetly.
Said Candy, softly, sweetly,
"I've never had it so completely
as you've given me today."

"Do you think," she went on, guessing,
"You would like another messing
In my garden in a week or two?"
"Candy Custard, to your name you have been true,"
replied Miss Mustard.

"But to myself I must be true
And share this of myself with you:
I do enjoy the occasional treat
But I choose savory over sweet.
Sauces, gravy, soup and beans
Are in the Mustard family genes.
So when we plan our rendezvous,
Come to my place and I will cook for you."