4 comments/ 53198 views/ 26 favorites A&M - Latex Candy is Sweet By: RePetitMort Part One Their relationship so far had been passionate, fun, and sexy, but Maria knew that much of that had been driven by Alan's fantasies, with which she gladly participated. Recently, Maria had decided that she wanted to take a more active role in shaping their love life, and had found her inspiration in a most... unusual place. A few weeks back, in a humorous but surprisingly sexy attempt to get her comfortable with switching from her previous, female, doctor to a male one that was covered by her HMO, Alan had dressed himself up for a fantasy where he "examined" her with a latex glove in all her intimate places. Something about the feel of that latex glove sliding around and in her body had sparked something hot inside her, something different. After a quick consult with one of her kinkier friends, she had dreamed up a scenario sure to spice things up and assert her own sexual flavor to their lovemaking. While shopping online for the perfect outfit, she came across a set of pink latex opera gloves and thigh high stockings; a pink almost alive in it's electric vibrancy, one which brought all sorts of naughty thoughts to mind regarding things sweet and virginal with a dirty twist. Given that her petite 5'3" frame, heart shaped face, big eyes, full, pouted lips, and high, cute voice had made her seem years younger even late into her twenties, she felt that it matched nicely and was sure to show Alan that despite her looks, she was an experienced lover with dark passions. To compliment the gloves and stockings she chose an outfit she was sure he'd never expect: a pink latex corset top with optional, inflatable breasts and an indecently high matching mini-skirt complete with petticoat ruffles. Topped (or bottomed, she giggled) with a barely-there pink thong she was *sure* she'd shock her beaux and gain some respect for her own fantasy ingenuity. She'd chosen a night to wear it when she knew he'd be home late, and when he called one Friday to cancel their dinner date because his boss had requested that his whole team stay late to finish out a deal, she knew her time had come. Telling him not to worry, that she'd cook up something nice at her place and that he should come over whenever he was done, she left work early and headed to pick up some special lubricant that her kinky friend had suggested she use to ease her donning. At the drug store, she grabbed the big bottle of water-based lube and ran to the checkout line to have as much time as possible to get ready. Waiting in line she saw all the Christmas decorations out and right there, on the counter next to the register was a display of those old-fashioned, huge peppermint sticks. Like a miniature barber pole, almost a foot long and easily an inch wide, she smiled evilly as she realized how to complete her image tonight. The clerk eyed her oddly as she paid for her lube and the trio of large confections, but she was beyond caring, already thinking ahead to her perfect fantasy. At home, with everything ready for a late (very late, if she had anything to say about it) dinner, she took a shower, and took an hour to put her long, silky black hair up into ringlets. She applied a thick cover of blush, bright red smudge-proof lipstick, and enough mascara to make her eyes seem overlarge in her now almost cherubic face. Maria laid out all her garments on the bed with the lube and recalled her friend's instructions. Suddenly a little nervous, and slightly aroused by the thought of what she was about to put on, she pushed through the butterflies bouncing around in her tummy and poured a generous amount of lube into one hand. Liberally, she applied it all up and down her other arm until it was slick to the touch. Drying her hand on a nearby towel she'd laid out to clean up the excess lube she grabbed the first glove and slowly slid it up her arm. The sensation of the wet latex slipping up and across her arm was delicious, and her eyes half-lidded in appreciation, but it was when her fingers finally slipped in the hand of the glove that she felt this incredible, warm, wet, grasping sensation all the way up her arm starting with the tips of her fingers working it's way through her palm and across the back of her hand. She marveled at this sweet, wet, tightness and the way the dusky pink looked on her lightly tanned skin. There seemed to be little pulses of electricity flowing out her arm and down her body straight between her legs and she felt her body clench sensually. All this from one glove, she thought? As Maria began pouring lube into her now gloved hand in order to similarly moisten her other arm she noticed a curious glistening in her hand which she made a mental note of as the lube slid across the fabric. Rubbing down her ungloved hand and arm with lube was an experience as well as she felt as sense of intimacy mixed with detachment from touching herself, as though she were inside someone else's body while still feeling it touching her own. With a little shaking and considerable anticipation she eased the other glove up her now-slicked arm. Once again that wonderful slippery sensation caressed her arm followed by that same soft/tight wet heat grasping her arm as though it were her most intimate of intimates. Somewhat overwhelmed by the feelings this latex was sending through her, Maria decided to sit to apply her stockings rather than stand, as she'd originally intended. Grabbing the bottle of lube with a gloved hand reminded her of how shiny her hand had become once covered in wetness. Teasingly, she poured the lube directly on her latex-clad arm and shivered as she felt the stream fall on, yet not on, her skin. Rubbing in the lube produced a deep shine on the latex that she found herself marveling at, reminding her of other pink, wet places, and causing her to realize just how aroused this whole process was making her. She then rubbed more of the contents of the bottle all over her legs, wanting both to feel those sensations here, but also knowing that if she allowed herself time to pause after one leg was finished, she might never make it to the other. She intended to don her stockings in quick succession, but she was unprepared for just how much the feel of wrapping her first leg in latex would get to her. Immediately, she noticed the wetness between her thighs grow as the liquid heat seemed to push up from her foot all the way up to edge of her nether lips and underside of her ass. With ragged breaths she tried to forge ahead and slide on the other stocking, but halfway through she couldn't control her arms as her eyes slid shut and she simply sat there and *felt* how wrapped and warm and slick she was and with an effort of will tugged the final stocking into place. Grabbing the bottle of lube, she headed to the bathroom to check herself out in the wall to wall mirror above the double sink. She was totally unprepared for the image that confronted her, however, the slim, waifish woman replaced by a shiny, wet, sexual being, clad brazenly in nothing but long gloves and stockings, declaring her femininity to the world by leaving her most sensitive parts free. Maria quickly applied the lube to her stockings to complete the shine, and was struck by how *different* she looked. The latex slimmed but also defined her arms and legs, eliminating details, but accenting curves in the most erotic way possible. As she spun in front of the mirror, she also noticed that the high stockings were pushing her already perky ass up in a delightfully slutty way. As she watched this woman who could not possibly be her, place those slick/shiny wet hands on various parts of her body to assess her look, she became incredibly aroused. She no longer felt like Maria, but *possessed* somehow, enchanted by this material, this feeling, this *woman* in the mirror staring back at her. The evil grin she sported in the drug store crept back upon her face and she watched this woman pour lube directly onto her body in thick, watery streams that cascaded down her body only to be caught by a glove and rubbed all over her aching skin. Caressing her breasts was giving her fits, but when she moved on to rub the lube into her ass her hands clenched her cheeks reflexively as a fresh wave of sexual heat enveloped her body. She felt like she was breathing fire, she was so hot and the need burning inside her threatened to consume her if she touched herself any more. Through clenched teeth she uttered a desperate moan and moved her hands away from her body to pick up the corset top and start sliding it over her frame. The awkwardness of this action seemed to quell her inner fires for a moment until the bulk of the garment slid past the wideness of her shoulders and cleavage and slipped into place like it had been made specifically for her. The feel of her breasts sliding into the inflatable cups and the thick, warm latex grasping her belly like a lover was enough to send her to her knees on the thick faux-fur rug in front of the sink. It was some moments before she had mastered her breathing and the sensations running amok through her body enough to stand and walk back over to the bed. The petticoat mini skirt was a gorgeous touch, but donning it did little to stoke her flames. The tiny latex thong that covered almost nothing, however, she knew was going to be a problem. Deciding to leave it until later, she simply lubed up the fabric and set it aside. The final step, as it were, was to don a pair of matching, pink PVC fuck-me pumps she'd bought to complete the outfit. 3.5" heels thrust her ass out like an advertisement, and added a welcome tightness to her calves and feet. Prepping herself in front of the mirror she realized she'd yet to lube her top and skirt, and see what inflating her breasts looked like. With no little trepidation she began rubbing her top with lube and felt the flames explode beneath her skin, not at all cooled by the watery slickness she shined into her tummy, breasts, and skirt. Instinct and desperation taking over, the woman in the mirrors hands became a frenzied blur, rubbing themselves faster and faster over her body, grasping, grabbing, gasping, and moaning in nigh-orgasmic frustration. Dammit, she'd wanted to wait for Alan, but this woman, this other her wasn't going to wait. Giving herself over to her darker side in a long moan of release, one hand continued its frenetic stroking and groping of her chest and tummy while the other dove for her cleft, cupping her heat and driving it back inside of her. Her eyes lidded and her breath panted as she felt her gloved fingers penetrate her nether lips and find that glorious nub of pleasure. It only took a moment for her body to come in quick, crashing waves, but as her shaking frame rested against the countertop, she realized that she'd only just stoked the flames as she felt her darkness beg for something to fill her burning void. Inside, she was nearly screaming with frustration as small mewlings came from between the red, shiny lips of the woman in the mirror, as she cast about desperately for anything to plunge inside her depths and abate the ache in her loins. Unfortunately, Alan kept all of their sex toys at his place, and Maria had only ever used a hand vibrator, never having wanted a penis without a man attached before. But this other woman *needed* something, and her eyes lighted on a prop she hadn't planned to use until much later. Oh, NO, she thought embarrassedly, but this other woman had her legs already in motion, clicking heels striding desperately across the floor towards one of the peppermint sticks she recently purchased. Unwrapping it clumsily, her gloved, wet hands peeling back the wrapper with difficulty, she released her impromptu dildo from its wrappings and with no time for second thoughts, slid it authoritatively into her molten cleft. Almost instantly, she locked her muscles around it, unable to stifle a load moan of relief as she felt some small measure of sanity return as the need abated. Still, this other woman worked the stick in and out of her with a vengeance, darkly elating in the debauched usage of the treat, which Maria could no longer deny was exactly what she wanted at the moment. As her body neared a second stronger orgasm, she felt her sense of propriety being overwhelmed by the joy and pleasure emanating throughout her body. As one, she and the woman in the mirror came again in a triumphant shout, and a languid warmth slid over her perceptions, coloring her world pink at the edges and driving her burning hunger deeper into her body, her lust slaked only momentarily. With a lustful grin, she slid the red and white pole out of her moistness with a sticky pop and examining it for a moment gave it a thoughtful lick. Lips wrapped around it, tasting the sweet mixture of sugar and her juices, she realized that this freedom, this perspective was more than just Maria, that it needed a name, to suit its darker, sensual personality. Mind churning, and keeping the confection with her, she quickly slid into her thong, reveling in the slick warmth it reflected back into her and the way it slipped enticingly between her ass cheeks and nether lips when she walked. Deciding to treat Alan to the full show, she grabbed the pump for her inflatable breasts and slipped the needle into the valve on each side, increasing her bust size from a modest B to something closer to a D. Grabbing the lube, she perched on the edge of the bed, still working the pole through her lips in wanton anticipation, waiting for Alan's arrival. She didn't have to wait long, hearing his keys in her lock only minutes later. She heard him call out and set down his work things and coat before coming to investigate the bedroom. Legs crossed, foot kicking, she sucked slowly up and down the treat as he walked in the bedroom door and froze. As his eyes tracked lustfully across her form, her gaze locked onto his and she popped the stick out of her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'O' for a moment before she smiled that evil grin and purred, "Hi, I'm Candi! Wanna fuck?" Part Two Alan stared at her, shaking, for a moment, torn between disbelief and arousal. His eyes took in every detail of her outfit, and she preened under his scrutiny. As he moved in to kiss her hungrily, she stopped him with a latex-clad finger to his lips. "Not there," she said throatily, pushing her hips forward to open her legs wide for him. Her finger moved to her bottom lip, where she licked it briefly, then traced a slow line down her body to the spread lips of her pussy, touching lightly on her button, which made her head roll back in pleasure. Her eyes closed from the sensation, and she half moaned, "*here*. I want you to taste your Candy." He dropped to his knees and breathed in her scent, moving forward lightly to run his tongue over her outer lips, causing her to quiver and gasp with pleasure. As he drank in her taste, he noticed... something else besides her normal salty sweet taste down there. Taking a deeper lick he tried to figure out what it could be; it was sugary with a hint of something cool, almost like... His eyes snapped up to hers as he stopped for a moment, and saw her finishing a moan with a pout as he pulled away, her voice muffled by the thick peppermint stick she was fellating. She noticed his look and gave that wicked grin, popping the stick out again to murmur, "Don't I taste *good*, honey?" At this evidence of her debauchery and deep eroticism, Alan found himself over taken by lust and shuddered, almost tearing his shirt and pants in an effort to disrobe as quickly as possible. "Candy" watched him with naked interest, eyeing his form appreciatively with a wicked look in her eyes and, as his pants finally came off, a lascivious grin around the cane in her mouth and a small noise of appreciation and anticipation as his member came free from confines of his underwear. Her free hand had been stroking herself lightly throughout his impromptu show and now reached out to grasp him around his full, erect length sensuously. Alan couldn't help but sigh as she slowly wrapped her oiled glove around his cock and pumped him slowly off, seemingly reveling in the feel of his rock-hard flesh underneath her hand. When his eyes opened again, he noticed that she was staring at him hungrily, and he could see that she was torn between continuing her slow handjob and taking him into her mouth. He could see her lips glistening from running her tongue over them as though the simple thought of having his cock between her lips was making her mouth water. His loins clenched tightly at the thought and her hand tightened around his member in response as her body echoed his sentiments. In seeming compromise, she came to a decision then, and, eyeing the contents of each hand, she locked eyes with him and slowly brought the sugared cane to her lips. Her other hand paused in its ministrations with her fingers encircled around the head of his penis, and as the candy touched her lips, she achingly sucked it inside her mouth. As the tips passed her lips, she fisted him in time with the stick in her mouth, as though her warm, wet, gloved hand were some surrogate orifice she could manipulate using her lips. The duality of her pumping hands drove him near the edge quickly, and his soft, breathless pants came faster as he watched his goddess in pink fellate the confection while handling his cock. Her eyes were closed in rapture and her hips bucked forward with each thrust in anticipation. Finally, she seemed to pick up on the proximity of his orgasm and she slowed down to an achingly slow pace and removed the stick from her mouth. As he watched, on the edge of release, she slowly eased the confection into herself, as he'd tasted before, and renewed pumping them both off, slowly in time with each other. This time her eyes stayed open, flicking between his half-lidded gaze and his almost painfully erect member. She would speed up and slow down at random, sometimes pumping deep, other times just slipping the tip in and out of her hand and pussy. On particularly hard thrusts she would gaze at his cock hungrily, as though imagining how good it would feel inside her, in place of her impromptu dildo. His orgasm had never faded, but he found the pressure mounting under the firm grasp of her wet fist with no release. He had never been so hard in his life. It was quickly building to the point of blurring the line between pleasure and pain, and it seemed that Candy sensed this, as after a sequence of particularly deep thrusts had left them both panting and groaning, she started fondling his glans, bringing him almost to the edge. Lips trembling, she fisted him one last time, down to his balls and took the head of his cock in his mouth while slamming the stick home deep into her pussy as her muscles locked around it. He came harder than he'd ever done, like a molten rush streaming out of him through their joined flesh. Only the fact that his knees half-locked kept him standing through the whole thing. He saw that her eyes had gone wild, and that her whole body was shaking, and as his come spurted into her gorgeous mouth, he could see her throat working to take it all down, as an almost soundless scream of ecstasy was coming from her lips, muffled by his cock. Wetness was dripping down the fist not wrapped around him as she oragasmed almost continuously for the better part of a minute. By the end of it she was red from exertion, panting for breath, and the come that she couldn't swallow before needing to breathe was pooled in the bottom of her open mouth and ran in trickles down the sides of her face from the corners of her shining lips. He found the sight so intensely erotic that his aching penis never had the chance to become fully flaccid before a new surge of desire brought him back to readiness as he watched. As she gathered herself, she saw his hardening cock and laughed, a sexy, lustful sound half on the edge of exhaustion, as she pried her sticky fingers from around the candy still gripped between her nether lips and said in a sultry tone, "Go ahead and taste, love. I got it ready for you". He slowly reached down and gripped the stick lightly where her glove had been, feeling the sticky warmth she'd left behind. Shivering slightly in desire, he eased it out of her while she hissed in either pain or appreciation, he couldn't tell. At her expectant gaze, he raised it to his lips and gave it an experimental suck. The taste of her was all over it, and there was a sharper tang to it, like some unexpected part of her essence from where his tongue would never be able to reach unaided. He found it thrilled him to taste her and made him hungry for more. A&M - Latex Candy is Sweet He set aside the candy and moved to take his position between her legs, when she stopped him, still breathing hard and said simply, "Shower". At first he thought she was asking to be done, but then saw the answering need in her eyes and understood. Straightening from his previous position, he knelt down as she wrapped her legs around his waist and slung her tired arms around his neck. As he picked her up under her ass, he gave a firm squeeze, to which she made pleased noises seeming to encourage him to continue. Walking to the bathroom he continued his fondling and she squirmed arousedly in response. Inside the bathroom she stopped him as they passed the long mirror and a smile blossomed on her face, which seemed to hold equal parts wicked desire and giddy freedom. He'd never seen such a look on her face, but vowed to find a way to give it to her again. Just before he began to walk again, he saw her eyes track up and down his body to fixate on his neck for a moment before she suddenly buried her gloved hand in his hair, pulling strongly, torquing his head to the side and with a sudden sharp pain he felt her teeth bite down *hard* on the side of his neck. His legs almost went out from under him, as a wave of energy pulsed through him followed by a wave of almost surreal calmness. He stumbled back into the counter and leaned into it, supporting both of their weight with his buttocks as he reeled, feeling more than a little lightheaded. Candy was still wrapped around him, purring softly and stroking his bite with one of her slick, latex-clad fingers. The sensation was possessive and felt surprisingly good. He could tell she was watching herself in the mirror, and judging by the surge of wetness which now dripped down his stomach onto his twitching penis, she'd enjoyed herself as well. Moving slowly to the shower to start the hot water, he tried to put her down to maneuver better through the sliding glass door, but she would have none of it. Shifting her weight slightly to free up a hand, he found his task further hampered by one of her hands reaching down to fondle him again while he tried to work the knobs. Finally getting the water going, he brought his other hand back to her ass in something close to a slap in his aroused frustration. At this, her hand returned to his neck as she sighed contentedly at his unintentional spank and he realized her goal in grasping his member while he was otherwise occupied. His cock was now wedged between the two of them, nestled firmly in between her labia, and she was slowly easing herself up and down, frotting him between her lips as she moved. She was like a woman possessed, he noted, buried so deep in carnality that it had melded with her spirit, drawing her to explore every facet of pleasure she could. Her eyes were bright with excitement and arousal, almost innocent in their pure joy at these new sensations, and she gave a shiver and a half moan every time her slow slide brought the head of his penis bumping up against her clit. There was something indescribably erotic about the way she was using him for her own sexual gratification, yet also including him in the experience. He felt a storm of emotions inside, like some primal possessiveness; a desire to explore this new person, this new side of the woman he loved. Steam poured out of the now hot shower, covering them in waves of moisture. Her hair, already slick with the sweat of their lovemaking, now glistened, and the latex covering her body shone wetly as beads ran down her corseted chest. As the desire within him grew again his senses became sharper, and her movements seemed achingly slow. His arms, burning with the exertion of holding her up for so long, threatened to give out despite his newfound energy, so he set her down on the counter, their bodies still joined and sliding. She pouted cutely for a moment, but then he took over where she left off, moving slowly, and her eyes half-lidded in renewed pleasure. Leaning back against the mirror, her slick, gloved hands ran up and down his arms, sliding against his skin and leaving behind trails of fire. His hands free now to explore her body, he caressed her stocking clad legs, fingers slipping around until he squeezed tightly here and there. Smiling in approval, her hips began tilting forward and back in rhythm, to pull his cock fully through her lips. Now the whole of the underside of his penis was gliding across her clit, and she practically purred with the sensation. At the end of each stroke his tip brushed against the frilly micro-mini skirt she was wearing and his eyes began examining her torso, wrapped in tight bands of the latex corset. Watching his gaze move across her hungrily, she brought her hands up to squeeze her inflated breasts, pulling and squeezing the material strongly in order to pass the sensations to her actual flesh. She felt his cock twitch in excitement as he watched her seemingly maul her tits wantonly and her wanton grin decided him to his next course of action. Backing away slightly, he nestled one hand deep in her hair at the nape of her neck as the other cupped her ass. He pulled her to her feet strongly, maintaining a firm grip in both places and marched her into the shower. She preened under the attention, obviously enjoying his abrupt domination as the water cascaded over her shoulders and ran in rivulets down her chest. With a smirk, he turned her around in the shower and bent her over in to the wall. Moaning softly, she pressed her hands against the wall to steady herself and thrust her ass into his crotch, her voice increasing in volume as his burning hardness slid between her cheeks. Groaning deep in his throat, he slipped his hands around to her hips reflexively, pulling her deeper into him, heightening both of their urgencies. With a mock growl, he realized that she'd distracted him from his original intention and drawing back both hands he grabbed her ass firmly and extracted himself as she made a moue. Before she could react he stepped around to the side of her and spanked her once, hard. She hissed in pain, drew a ragged breath and pierced him with a look that was a mix of raw sexuality, need, and desire. He began alternating slowly, first one cheek, then the other, good firm slaps with his whole hand on the meat of her buttock, letting the heat of his hand take away some of the sting before he drew back for the hit. She was making tiny noises of approval with each hit and she was reaching back with her ass, as though asking for more. After a minute or two, her cheeks were rosy and she was cooing lightly with the slaps. Her head had turned up to watch him, and she took one hand off the wall to reach down and run her palm across the head of his cock. Taking this as a sign that she was becoming used to the pace, he reached his hand up and buried into her hair as before and hard as he dared, drew her head back firmly. She made a long moan of pleasure but her hand only gripped his cock firmly rather than letting go. Bending into her with a will now, he spanked her, harder and harder, faster and faster until her whole body rocked into each slap and her mouth and eyes were slammed open in a wordless grunt as she struggled to breathe. He watched as her eyes glazed from the mix of pain and pleasure and he counted down his final strikes, 3, 2, 1... at his last hit, harder than any of the others, he grabbed as much of her ass cheek in as strong a grip as he could and squeezed, and the air came out of her in a ragged rush of release. Her legs had gone weak, but he held her up into his body, spooning her back against him as he leaned on the wall and let the hot water roll down her body. She came back to herself slowly and her movements were shaky for a minute, but beyond the lassitude of her recovery, he could sense a deeper need for a final release. Knowing that her pussy was already sore from her previous confectionary deflowering, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the wall slot. Water-based and non-irritating he knew her "natural" herbal mix would work well as a lubricant. Turning her around to face the wall again, he flipped up her skirt and began dripping the shampoo onto the top of her ass, where it dripped slowly between her cheeks. Softly, he rubbed a little into the rawness of her cheeks as she sighed softly at the sensations and regarded him expectantly with a half-lidded gaze. Cupping one hand under her buttocks, he began collecting the dripping excess lube into his hand, then sliding it back through her cheeks. Sliding one finger down, he put pressure on the tight ring of her anus and she relaxed her muscles in response. Slipping in around the edge, he rimmed her with his finger for a moment while she made little "mmmm"'s of satisfaction. After a moment, he added a second finger, and to the sound of her tight, soft moans, he began finger fucking her slowly, as deep as he could go. He stopped a few times to collect more lube before reinserting his fingers and rolling them around inside her. He could feel the heat of her pussy through her body as his fingers penetrated her rhythmically, and her moans were becoming one long sound, almost too low to hear. Sensing her readiness, he pulled out to grab the shampoo one last time and get himself ready only to find her pouring a generous amount into one gloved hand and reach behind herself to coat his member in it sensuously. The impromptu handjob felt so good he groaned quietly and finally had to pull her hand away before he went too far to come back. Seeing how her touch had affected him, she chuckled throatily as he pulled her hand away and placed it back on the wall, ducking her head and opening her legs submissively. He brought his rigid tip to her entrance and rested it there for a moment, eliciting a short sigh from her before slowly applying pressure. As his head pushed through the both moaned and he slowly slid inch after inch into her body. Just before he hilted his hips to hers she gave a quivering moan and he felt the muscles inside her clench and the reflected heat radiating all around her ass. When his hips finally met hers, they stayed together for a full minute, simply reveling in the sensations as his hands roamed up and down her sides. Finally, he pulled out just as slowly, eliciting more moans from them both and stopped with only the tip still inside her. She made an urgent, desperate sound, and with no more slowness, he firmly pushed himself back in to the hilt and all the way back to the tip, fucking her deep and smooth. With no more breath for coherent noises, they fucked evenly, breathing raggedly, with groans and gasps coming almost on top of each other. The tension inside of him built to a fever pitch, until finally as he looked down the length of her body as she tossed her wet hair midstroke and bored a look of pure lust and desire into him that he felt the primal energy from before take him over. With something akin to a growling roar, he reached around to grab onto the breast cups of her outfit and squeeze her body into his in a powerful thrust. The air left her body in a grunt of desperation and his pace picked up to match the intensity of his thrusts. Both panting now, he fucked her powerfully and fast, overwhelmed by his need for this woman in front of him. At each stroke her hips slammed back to meet his as he braced himself against her body at her breasts. His hands mauled the inflated cups of her outfit, making noises like rubbing a wet balloon and she moaned a high keening sound in response. As his thrusts kept getting faster and harder that sound became more of a scream and his own guttural grunts became a roar as their bodies met again and again, his lust building until finally her whole body shuddered, like a minor seizure, from her feet up to her head, and he felt vibrations all throughout her ass, driving him over the edge to release, coming again and again deep into her body as their moans and orgasms combined, blurring their sense of self. His body felt so connected to hers that until her shudders began subsiding he didn't even realize that he hadn't been the one shaking. Together, they slumped slowly to the floor of the shower, his cock still inside her throbbing lightly. When they could breathe again, he wrapped an arm around her and hugged her to him tightly, and her hand came up to hug his arm back. "God, hon, that was unbelievable. What brought that on?" Alan asked. Maria just chuckled, tired but more herself than she had been a moment before. "Well, it started out as just a way for me to show that I can be pretty kinky myself, but then, I guess... ", she trailed off. He laughed then, and said, "I never really had any doubts, but that certainly proved it to me. I've never seen you like that before; you were like a woman possessed!" She was silent for a moment, with a tentative look on her face. He was about to ask her what was wrong when she leaned her head back into his chest and looked up at him from below with a serious expression. "Honey?" she asked, "Who do you like better, Maria or Candy?" He stared at her, hard for a moment, before answering quietly, "Maria, that was one of the most intense experiences I've ever had, and Candy was incredible, but she still felt like *you*, to me. Wild, even more passionate and definitely uninhibited, but still very much you. It was like I got to see a side of you that you'd never shown before and that was *so* incredibly beautiful." Her answering smile was like a ray of sunshine after a storm, almost dazzling in its intensity, and her look was equal parts loving and possessive. She drew him down slowly into a lingering inverted kiss then settled back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her. "It *was* me, wasn't it? I think I like that...", she said strongly, her hands squeezing his thighs. They lay there for a while in post-coital bliss before he said, half-jokingly "So... why pink?" She laughed again, but this time it hard a darker edge to it and he felt her muscles squeeze him suddenly from where he was, still inside her. "Because, all my life people treated me like a child, a doll, and even growing up the boys never really noticed me because of my size or my voice. I felt trapped in a girl's body with a woman's needs, and I always wanted to find a way to force people to see me as a sexual being. Pink represented everything I was accused of being: girlish, young, cute, but with Candy, there was an eroticism in it that couldn't be denied. It was like taking all of those images and turning them into something that was part of my erotic self instead of something to avoid. For the first time I don't feel like I have to do anything beyond be myself to be sexy," she exclaimed vehemently. Alan squeezed her tight as she finished, adding only, "I've never thought of you as a little girl, love." Her return squeeze involved only one part of his anatomy, but it was intense enough that he felt the shock of it throughout. He had to stifle a groan as his much abused cock attempted to rouse itself from tumescence, as she cooed, "Yes, you're such a *good* boy, and only a good boy could ever see Candy inside of Maria." He couldn't answer as she began to pulse her squeezes and her hands came up to stroke his face. After a moment, though, it became too intense and he gasped out, "Maria, I... can't. It's too soon, honey. I'm sorry, I need a minute or two." She pouted and gave him one last squeeze which made his vision go dark at the edges from the intensity, but then pulled herself off of him with a wet pop and turned in his arms to face him, giving him a light, but lingeringly sweet kiss. "Okay, love. I have dinner warm in the oven. It's got lots of protein to build up your strength for the *rest* of our night," she said with a look that promised a night of even more intense coupling for the two of them. Alan shivered, then asked, "Are you going to change out of your outfit and wash off, then?" She arched an eyebrow in response then smiled wickedly. "I *am* going to wash off, but as for the outfit, I haven't decided yet. You can't get rid of Candy *that* easily..." she said, running her hands over his chest. He chuckled and rose, picking her up easily and then stepping out of the shower to let her finish, simply putting on the cotton robe hanging on the back of the door. As he walked out, she called, "Oh, and sweetheart, would you get out that robe you bought me on our second date? I think you more than earned it tonight." Despite the arousal at the thought of Maria in the satin yukata he'd bought, especially given that it had slits on the sides almost past the hips, he couldn't help but wonder what sort of sex fiend had been unlocked inside his girlfriend. Laying out the robe on the bed, and heading into the kitchen he mused fondly that no matter what wild fantasy she came up with next, he would go along with it, more than willingly, for just one more chance to see Maria look so free, as she had earlier tonight. Perhaps, he chuckled, he would have to try to match the erotic fantasy she'd built tonight with one of his own. After all, it wouldn't do for her to think that she trumped him permanently. Candy was sweet, but he wanted to see her darker side unleashed, he thought with a wicked smile, and he knew just how to bring that out..... End Candy To Be Continued? Please vote yes or no!