0 comments/ 172250 views/ 15 favorites Candy Cane By: NaughtyWriter Candy looked herself over in the mirror then grabbed her purse and walked outside. The cold wind blew her skirt up, revealing the tops of her red stockings to all the passing cars. A taxi screeched to a stop, just a few feet from her. She glanced over and saw the driver staring at her with lust filled eyes. She smiled and sauntered over to the passenger door. He leaned across the seat and opened it. "Hey baby, need a ride?" he said. She pressed herself harder against the car, revealing her cleavage to him. Then she said, "I can always use a ride, honey." He licked his lips, then turned his on-duty sign to off. "Get in," he said. "What do you have in mind?" she asked in an innocent voice. "I want to give you a ride that you will never forget, sugar lips," he said with a big grin on his face. She nodded her head, then said, "Got any money?" He looked at her for a moment then hesitated before answering. "Fifty bucks. What will that get me?" She licked her lips and said, "Everything and more." She opened the door and slid into the seat. He reached across her, pulling the door shut, while getting a real good view of her breasts. He pulled the car away from the curb then turned the corner onto a quiet street. He parked in a dark spot, then said, "Let's get busy." She shook her head and said, "Pay first." He sighed and dug into his jeans pocket, pulling out a substantial wad of money. He counted out fifty dollars then handed it to her. She said, "Ok, I'm ready." Nearby a car peeled out, then several cars pulled up next to them. Bright lights shined on the car. Candy opened the door without a word and got out. She walked away from the cars, glancing back to see the man being arrested. "Another 'John' bites the dust," she said as she walked over to the surveillance van. She opened the sliding door and climbed in. The detective sitting inside, said, "Very good work, Candy. Think you can do it, again?" She nodded her head, even though pretending to be a hooker made her uncomfortable. It was her first night, working undercover. She had been reassigned to the night shift after being written up for using to much force during an arrest. The van took her back to the main strip, then she resumed her position on the corner of a busy intersection. She paced back and forth for a while, then she walked to the edge of the street, turned around, bent over and pretended to adjust her shoe. She heard a whistling sound in her earpiece. She knew that the other cops could see her ass. She didn't care because she just wanted to get as many arrests as possible so she could go home. She stood up and began to pace again, casually turning off the microphone and earpiece transmitter that she wore on her waist. Then she stepped into a nearby bar, to use the restroom. When she came back out, she didn't notice that the van was gone. If she had left her equipment turned on, she would have heard the call for a triple homicide, nearby. She swayed her hips, exaggerating her steps, causing her breasts to jiggle. She hoped that would get the attention of passer bys. It worked after a few minutes. A middle aged man pulled up in a fancy car. He rolled down the passenger window and said, "I will pay you $500 if you spend the rest of the night with me." She smiled and opened the door. After she shut the car door, she said, "What do you have in mind?" He turned and looked very deeply into her eyes and replied, "Fucking your brains out, then licking you until you beg me to stop." He didn't wait for her response. He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, causing the car to lurch out into traffic. She wasn't sure how to react, because what he had said, turned her on. Candy squirmed as she tried to keep her cool. Then she remembered what she was supposed to say to signal backup to move in. She said, "Ok, I'm ready." The man turned and looked at her with an evil smile on his face and said, "Good. I am going to give you a night you will never forget." She listened for the sound of approaching police cars. Then she glanced around and saw nothing. Panic started to set in when he turned the car onto the entrance ramp of the highway. She said, "Where are we going?" He didn't answer her. He just drove faster. She decided to stay quiet and get out of the car, the next time it stopped. When he exited the highway, a few miles later, he stopped at a red light. Candy reached over and lifted the door handle. It didn't unlatch the door. She pressed her shoulder against it. Then she looked at the man. He laughed and said, "Thought you were going to escape, before giving me a night of fun? I don't think so, bitch." He looked at her with anger flashing in his eyes. She sat back, and tried to think of what to do. "Where the hell is backup?" she wondered to herself. Suddenly, the man grabbed her hair and roughly yanked her head into his lap. "Suck me, whore!" he commanded. When she didn't respond, he pulled off the road, slammed on the brakes and unzipped his pants. His long, thick cock sprang out, slapping her face. He tightened the grip on her hair, and yelled, "Open your mouth, or I will make you sorry that you didn't obey." Something about his voice sounded dangerous, so Candy slowly opened her mouth. He forced her head downward, making her take his cock into her throat. She gagged as he began to thrust in and out. He held her head still, with his strong hands, while he fucked her face. Candy struggled to breath each time his massive muscle rammed into her throat. He moved faster and harder with each thrust. Her throat began to feel raw. She tried to break loose of his grip, pushing against him with her arms. But it was no use, he was to strong. At first she thought it was her imagination but his cock actually got bigger as he mouth fucked her. It swelled so big around that her jaw bones were aching from her lips being stretched open to wide. He plowed into her so hard, that it felt like a jackhammer to Candy. Her back was beginning to ache from leaning over at that angel. She turned her hips and moved into a kneeling position. That took some of the pressure off of her lower back. She felt a cool breeze moving up her legs. She was suddenly aware of being very wet. Her own body was betraying her. She tried to fight off the desire building inside her as the man continued plumeting in and out of her mouth. He noticed her ass sticking up in the air and moved one of his hands down her back, letting up some of the pressure on her head. When he dipped his fingers under her skirt and felt her soaked panties, he said, "You dirty whore. You like having your face fucked like this?" Then he made a strange growling noise and began to thrust faster. Juices began to seep down her thighs as his fingers rubbed her lips through her wet panties. His cock moved deeper into her throat each time he rammed it back inward. She could feel it beginning to twitch against her tongue and tried to pull away. She hated the taste of cum. He moved his hand back to her head and used all his strength to keep her from lifting her head up. His swollen shaft completely filled her throat, she couldn't breath. She kicked her legs and swung her arms, trying to pull her mouth off of him. He had her trapped. His monster cock exploded in a frenzy, deep in her throat. She choked on his hot cum and man meat. Cream poured out the corners of her mouth, oozing all over the man. He said, "Swallow it bitch!" She tried to swallow the sticky fluid, hoping that the ordeal was over. He let some of the pressure of off her, allowing her to lift her head a little bit. Then he said, "Lick it all up, dirty whore." She shook her head, no. He said, "Do it, or face the consequences." She didn't budge. He said, "Don't say that I didn't warn you. He let go of her, giving her the oppurtunity to sit up. She watched him unbuckle his belt then pull it off of his jeans. He scooted across the seat, until he had her pushed up against the door, then he grabbed her arm and yanked her toward him. He was so strong that he lifted her body completely off the seat, making her fall face forward across him. He slapped his arm down across her back, pinning her against his lap. She bucked and kicked when he lifted her skirt. She heard his breathing quicken when he ripped her panties off, baring her ass. He ran his fingertips across her skin, sending tingles to her clit, which she tried to ignore. He started smacking her ass with the folded belt. The stings brought tears to her eyes. "Stop. I will lick you," she pleaded. He hit her harder with the belt. Her ass felt like it was on fire. He spanked her about fifteen times before he stopped. Then he pushed her off his lap, leaving her kneeling on the seat with her ass pointing toward him. Before she could reposition herself, he had raised up on his knees and was leaning over her. Candy could feel his rigid cock, pressing against her soft ass cheeks. He said, "Don't move or I will use my belt, again." She stayed perfectly still, even though her nectar tickled her legs as it trickled along her silky skin. He slid his cock head into her slit and began to wiggle it up and down, getting it slippery. Then he pointed it at her puckered little asshole. She moved slightly, then was rewarded with a hard slap on the ass. "Don't move, whore!" he growled at her. She obeyed and gritted her teeth, dreading what was to come. She felt him pressing against her little opening. She just knew he would rip her wide open with his massive cock. She held her breath, until he ram-rodded into her with all his might. His thick shaft, split her tight ass, moving all the way inside her. His balls bounced off of her womanhood, sending pain and pleasure through her at the same time. It was almost overwhelming. He pounded in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her sphincter around him. He just loved to fuck virgin ass. It was surprising to find a street whore who hadn't had anal sex, though. Between thrusts, he said, "I could fuck this tight ass, all night long." She began to thrust back against him, enjoying the new sensations that she was feeling. It seemed so naughty to be enjoying something that she had always considered off limits. She squealed in delight as his pole moved into her, balls deep. He fucked her wildly and aggressively. His groans filled the car, making him sound like a sex starved wild man. Sweat dripped off of his face, onto Candy's ass, as he looked down to watch himself penetrating her tightness. That made him even hotter. He could see how far he had stretched her little crevice. He loved to make a woman bend over so he could be the driver. Candy was enjoying every stroke so much that she matched his rhythm. She fucked his cock with her tight ass, just as fast he fuck her. It was quite intense. In and out. Fast and hard. Deeper and deeper he went. Her body began to shake as the unthinkable happened. An orgasm swept through her, causing her muscles to contract even tighter around the man. He groaned loudly and shot a load of cum deep into her ass. It spewed from him like lava from a volcano. He held her tight against him until he had emptied his balls into her tight ass. Then he pulled out and wiped his shaft across her tender ass cheeks while he watched her sphincter slowly close, then suddenly snap shut. He knew that it would be very swollen in a few hours. He smiled at the thought of fucking her ass again. He pulled her out of his way, then sat back down in the drivers seat. He tucked himself back into his jeans, then he started the car. Candy sat back up in the passenger seat, very aware of her sore ass. She didn't care how bad it would hurt the next day, she wanted more. She didn't say a word as he pulled away from the curb. He drove for several more miles before pulling into a motel parking lot. He parked the car, and grabbed her arm, yanking her out of the car with him. He drug her to a door that said, Room 108 on it. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed her through the doorway, making her fall onto the bed. Then he began to undress. He stripped down to his bare skin, then said, "If you so much as move an inch or leave this room, I will hunt you down and make you sorry." He walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Candy was very tempted to get up and leave. But she didn't, not because of fear, but because of desire. She lay very still on the bed, waiting to see what would happen next. She shifted, moving onto her side, trying to sooth her sore ass. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. The next thing she knew a cracking sound filled the room. Her ass burned in pain. She opened her eyes and saw him swinging the belt toward her. It slammed down against the same tender spot, again. He didn't stop until she started begging him, "Please, sir. Stop. I will obey your every command. I will be your sex slave." He stopped moving his arm in mid swing, with a very aroused look on his face, and said, "Call me Master, bitch." "Please, Master. I will do anything that you ask of me," she said. She saw his cock swell even bigger, pointing straight at her. It must have been ten inches long and big around as her wrist. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. He looked at her red ass and said, "Bend over, slave." She trembled, and said, "Yes, Master." He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks with his fingers. She jumped when he touched her sore asshole with his finger. He smiled, knowing that she was nearly swollen shut. He looked down at his throbbing cock. It was a lot bigger than it had been in the car. He was more aroused than he had been in his entire life. He had always wanted a sex slave. His biggest fantasy was coming true. He reached down and grabbed a wad of her hair, yanking her head up off the bed. Then he thrust into her ass, with all his might. Luckily, nobody was in the nearby motel rooms to hear her screams as his pole ripped her ass wider. He reached under her and began to tease her clit. Her screams turned into cries of ecstasy within minutes. He rocked in and out of her, letting her tight muscle milk his shaft. It was the most intense feeling. He could feel the cum in his balls, boiling. "Oh..My..God! You're so fucking tight!" he gasped as his semen burst from his loins. Wave after wave of cream shot deep into her rectum. Her sphincter rippled against him, pulling out every drop he had to offer. He collapsed against her, breathing very heavy. That's when he felt something hard pressing against his stomach. He slid his hand into the waistband of her skirt and found her transmitter. He saw that it was turned off. He knew what it was. He threw it on the bed and stood up, without a word. He walked over to his jacket and pulled something from the pocket. Candy watched him, wondering if he had figured out that she was a cop. He climbed back onto the bed and pulled her arms behind her. She felt the cold steel being wrapped around her wrists. Then she heard the cold click and knew he had handcuffed her. He pulled her off the bed by her hair and forced her onto her knees. He glared at her, assuring her that she should not move. She heard the water running, again. When he came back out of the bathroom, he walked over to her and said, "Open your mouth." She didn't dare disobey, considering she was helpless. She opened her mouth, expecting him to shove his cock in. But he didn't, he rammed a ball gag into her mouth, and secured the strap to the back of her head. Then he pulled her to her feet and walked her over to the closet rod. He uncuffed her left hand and lifted it to the bar, after he turned her to face the wall. He secured her right hand to the bar, then dug out another pair of cuffs. Candy could see that they were standard police issue handcuffs. She wondered where he had gotten them. When he was done, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Looks like I got myself a real prize. A cop, that moonlights as a whore." She shook her head, in disagreement. "Well, if you like to be fucked like the whore that you are, I think I can arrange that. But first, I must punish you for being deceptive." Candy yanked her arms, trying to free herself from the rod, when she looked over her shoulder and saw him pull a cane rod out of a dresser drawer. She tried to scream but the ball muffled every sound she made. He laughed and began to rip the rest of her clothes off. Then he began to strike her with the stick, leaving welts up and down her body. She bit the ball, trying to control herself from screaming, again. But he hit her harder and harder until she couldn't help but scream. He struck her at least fifty times, then he moved around in front of her. He said, "Now I am going to show you, just what I have in mind for you, my sex slave." He uncuffed her and then secured her hands behind her back again. Then he led her out the door, fully naked, to his car. He shoved her into the back seat and shut the door. Then he got in the front and started the car up. He watched Candy in the mirror. He could see the raw lust and fire in her eyes. She would be perfect for his new project. She tried to turn her body, so that the painful welts wouldn't touch the vinyl seat, but it was no use. He drove the car across the state line, deep into the countryside. During the ride, Candy tried to think calmly. She figured he was going to kill her. She would have been shaking from the cold, but she was to scared and aroused to notice. When he pulled up to a guard shack she strained to read the sign. It said, "Diablo Maximum Security Prison" Alarm spread through her like wild fire, when the guard opened the gate and let them pass thru. He didn't give her a second glance even though she was naked and struggling to get free. When he parked the car, he pulled her out by her arm and led her toward the door. He pressed the buzzer. A guard opened it, and said, "Good evening, Warden Smith." He gave Candy an amused look then shut the door behind them. She was led to a room with a bed in the center of it. She glared at the man who had taken her there. She couldn't believe that he was the warden of a prison. He grinned wickedly at her and said, "Remember, you will obey my every command or I will punish you." He said, "Lay on the bed, face down." She slowly moved toward it, then laid down. He uncuffed her, removed the ball gag and pulled her further up onto the bed. He secured her wrists to leather cuffs that were attached to the bed frame. Then he forced her onto her knees until her ass was pointing upward. He shoved two pillows under her stomach and secured her ankles to the foot of the bed. Then stepped back to observe his work. He walked over to the door and said, "Guard, I am ready to begin." A few moments later, Candy watched in horror as a group of prisoners were led into the room. Several of them looked at her, longingly. They turned to look at the warden, when he said, "Who wants a piece of that ass?" All the men spoke up at once. Then the warden said, "From now on, the prisoner who gets the most work done each day, on the chain gang will get to fuck that ass." Candy began to kick and scream, trying to break loose. A sudden hit on her ass, stopped all that. She hadn't realized that the warden had the cane pole in his hand. He turned back to the men and said, "I will let you jackoff on her, tonight. But no touching. The only way you touch her, is to out work the other prisoners, tomorrow." They eagerly shuffled toward her. She could see that all of them were sporting large erections. She began to cry in shame as they stared at her exposed privates. The men circled the bed that she was lying on. She moved her eyes from cock to cock as they began to stroke themselves. She forgot about trying to escape and became infatuated by what they were doing. She turned her head, occasionally, to watch the men on the opposite side of the bed. She felt heat building deep inside her as she watched this display of meat, set before her. One of the prisoners commented, "Look at that pussy juice, running down her thighs. If I get to fuck her ass, tomorrow, I want to taste that juice." All the men nodded in agreement, and began to stroke faster. Candy Cane Candy rocked her hips in rhythm with them. It was as if they were all fucking her. She could feel their pleasure, as they stroked themselves. Her clit tingled and twitched as each man approached orgasm. When they started shooting off their loads, onto her back and ass, she erupted in an orgasm. Her cunt gushed out hot liquid on her thighs. All the men groaned, simultaneously. When the last man had shook the cum from the tip of his cock, the guard led them out of the room. Then the warden walked to the head of the bed and lifted her head up. His hard cock pressed against her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth, sucking him in to the hilt. Watching those men, had made her crave the taste of man meat. She rocked against him, taking him in and out very fast. She mouth fucked him with the urgency of a locomotive. Her lips glided along the length of his shaft, so fast that her face became a blur to him. He thrust against her, going into her throat each time she sucked him in. That intensified his pleasure. When he started to cum, he rammed himself forward, and forced her face into his crotch. He grunted very loud as his cum sprayed her tonsils. Candy greedily swallowed every drop. Then she licked him clean, after he released his grip on her. He stepped back from her and said, "Very good, sex slave. I will reward you by letting you sleep without being handcuffed. Get your rest. Your going to need your strength for tomorrow." He left the room, then the guard came in jingling a set of keys. He smiled at her, as he looked her over. He squeezed her ass and said, "Whoever gets a piece of this will be the envy of all the other prisoners." He flicked his finger against her puckered ass hole and said, "Don't sleep to soundly. I might be tempted to sneak in here and take a piece of this." Then he uncuffed her and left the room, locking the door behind him. She let out a sigh of relief and rolled over. She moved the pillows out of the middle of the bed and laid her head on them. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. Her clit throbbed unmercifully against her nether lips. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. The welts on her ass, prevented that. She finally settled into a restless sleep, dreaming about being in a room with a hundred men using her one after the other. She woke up with the feeling that she wasn't alone, a few hours later. She sat up and listened. She didn't see anyone. She laid back down and closed her eyes, again. She wondered if the warden was serious about letting a prisoner fuck her ass if he did the most work. The thought terrified her and turned her on so much that she had to calm herself by playing with her clit. When she was done, she drifted off into a dream filled sleep. The last thought that went through her mind that night was, "It's such a turn on to be a dirty whore." Candy Cane For those of you who are looking immediate sex, the “oh fuck me daddy” kind of thing, I apologize. I need some intelligential stimuli to get my rocks off so to speak so most of my stories are written like that. I admit there is some “fuck me daddy” but you have to read to find it. Candice smiled as she glances at herself in the tall mirror in her bedroom. She looked incredible if she did say so herself and she did. The man she was prepping for wouldn’t know what hit him. At 5’2, 115 lbs, Candice was every man’s fantasy. Her body was the stuff of wet dreams. She wasn’t built like a willow stick; her body curved in directions the way a woman’s body should. Her breasts were high and firm, her stomach flat and taunt. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body and she planned to keep it as such. She practically screamed, Fuck Me, even when she wasn’t trying to. There was just something about her. At 18, Candice was like many girls her age. Beautiful, vain, self involved, that and so much more. She knew she was gorgeous. Every man on planet Earth had told her so since the minute she had popped from her mother’s womb. Every man saves one. He never seem to notice when she walked into a room, never commented when her perfume was applied just right. He ignored her, a fact that never failed to irritate Candice to no end. Sam Logan was a handsome man. He could get any woman he wanted, and had in the past done just that. He was constantly rejecting offers from beautiful sexy women from every walk of life so Candice’s beauty was of no use to him. He had seen prettier, more seductive as well, in his time. Candice wasn’t even on his radar screen. She was to him just a pretty trinket he had picked up on vacation. He was her legal guardian, the keeper of her gate, so to speak. Everything she had was because he gave it to her. The expensive clothes she wore, the brand-new Mercedes that she drove, all giving to her by him. Everything hers was his except the one thing, the only thing she has wanted from him since the minute they met. His love. Candice had been 13 when they first laid eyes on each other. A very old, very angry 13 year old who knew too much about life. She lived out of a suitcase and lied to survive. The face of an angel, the body of the devil’s bride, and the mind of a genius…that is, if you counted conning an art. She did, so in her opinion, she was a total Einstein. The morning of that day her social worker arrived at the foster home she has been in for about 3 months. Candice hadn’t been surprised to see the overworked, underpaid government servant. With one look, Candice grabbed her packed suitcase from the cramped room she shared with 2 other girls and headed out the door. She asked no questioned, knowing the routine by heart now. The family hadn’t wanted her, explaining to the adoption agency how Candice was just too much to handle along with the other 4 kids they received payment from raising. Candice had had to go. The car was silent, Candice remembered, that day. She kept her eyes forward and her mouth shut. She hadn’t wanted to know where she was being taken, her mind already planning the escape from the new place. She knew it and the worker knew it as well. She would be gone in 24 hours. She always was. She wasn’t a bad child, the worker had thought, she had just had some bad breaks in her life and she had yet to find anyone who would take the time to figure her out. The car came to a stop in front of a large house. So large in fact, Candice was sure that you could get lost in there and stay lost for a while. Facts that sort have appealed to her. She stepped out the car, grabbed her suitcase, and headed for the door, following her social worker’s heels. The house was incredible, something out of a movie. Candice could almost see a movie star step from the house wearing a beautiful gown being escorted by a handsome man who was madly in love with her. Hearing her own thoughts, Candice snorted. Yeah, right. Like anyone from that house would want you, she thought. No, she thought, this must be a home or something. Shaken from her thoughts, Candice watched as the front door of the house open. As she watched a tall, balding man stepped from the house wearing a black suit. Even from Candice’s untrained eyes, this dude must have been the butler. For some reason, Candice felt relieved. She didn’t want to do to a home, didn’t want to be just another helpless child in the system that didn’t care whether she was happy or not. Many nights, she cried herself to sleep, wishing, hoping that the years would fly by and she would be 18, then and only then could she truly begin to relax. “Good evening, Sir, I am from the Orange County Social Services Department and I have an appointment with Holden James,” Marissa Gray said, in a voice more tired than she looked. She was so tired of placing these children in one home and then the next week have to come get them just because the foster parent’s couldn’t “handle” them. Sighing to herself, Marissa pushed Candice into the door after the butler. In Marissa opinion you didn’t “handle” children, you cared for them. All to often now-a-days, people wanted immediate results and didn’t want to take the time to get to know the children, to bond with them. Well, there wasn’t nothing that she could do about it. She couldn’t force someone to take the time and get to know the child that was in her care, all she could do was watch over the children, keep them from harm, and hope that they found the family that so many of them wanted. Unable to read her social worker’s thoughts, Candice had no idea the turmoil that was rolling around in her. She could only feel the butterflies in her own stomach as they waited on the Holden James man to arrive. Never before had she ever been this nervous about meeting a foster parent, never so afraid that someone wouldn’t like her and would send her away. She told herself that she didn’t care whether or not the man liked her, she could careless if some rich bastard thought she was worthy or not, but still…a part did. Candice glanced down at herself and grimaced. She looked like a bag lady, with clothes to big to fit her small form. Most of her things were hand-me-downs and had more holes in them than a strainer, but they were hers and no one, not even the police could take them away from her. Marissa noticed Candice’s reaction and agreed with her. Candice looked like a ragamuffin. Taking pity on the child, Marissa asked the butler where the bathroom was and then directed Candice to it. She knew that the girl wouldn’t thank her but she didn’t care. She saw the thanks in her eyes and that was enough for Marissa. Candice hurried to the bathroom, where standing under the bright bathroom light, she grimaced again. She looked ten-times worse than she had before. Her hair, a dull as dishwater brown, was pulled back from her face, making her appear gaunt and sickly. Her eyes, bright and intelligent, were a soft blue color but seem unusually large on her pixie face. She was small for her age, earning the nickname ‘Small Fry’ at the last home she was in because she was little but she was tough as well. With her height, one had to be or they were easily walked over, and Candice didn’t like being walked over. Not having the first idea what to do with herself, Candice washed her face and hands’, making sure that every fingernail was dirt-free. She wanted to look clean if she couldn’t look beautiful. Sighing softly, Candice opened the bathroom door and hit Holden James squarely in the face with it. If she hadn’t been so afraid she might have laughed. Oh, no, she thought, now he will never want me. Suddenly feeling nauseous, Candice was afraid she was going to throw up all over the name who was to be her foster father. Not knowing what to say, Candice kept quiet. When she was afraid she became quiet and had never been more afraid in her life than at that moment. This didn’t even compare to the time that Jimmy Yen, one of the foster brother, had made her touch his thing. That had been scary but, damn it, this was worse! Holden tried to keep from laughing. He couldn’t believe that he had just walked into a door. Not that it was unusual for the absentminded scientist, but he just couldn’t believe he did it. He had been heading to the library to meet with the social worker that he had spoken with earlier, and somehow didn’t see that the door was open. Oh, well, no harm, no foul, he thought to himself, chuckling. Just then he noticed the little girl that was cowering behind the door. Ahh, this must be his new daughter, he thought. She sure was a little thing. Nothing like what he would imagine a girl her age would be like. He almost groaned in frustration. He didn’t want a foster daughter, or any kind of daughter for that matter, but his mother had somehow talked him into adopting this child. He would be…he couldn’t remember the child’s name. He would be her foster father for 6 months and if after that time, he decided that he didn’t want her, and then he could return her. Holden thought the whole process was incredibly screwy to him. He hadn’t known there was a return policy on children. If he had, he would have asked his parents to replace him a loooonnngg time ago. Holden couldn’t contain himself, he laughed at the thought of his uppity mother dragging him by the ear to the Children’s Return station and asking for another one. He could even picture her was the receipt saying, “No, I know that there is nothing wrong with this model, I just want a new one.” Looking up at the man in front of her, Candice’s brows rose as she listened to the man laugh. She had no idea what was so funny but whatever it was, it sure had this dude in stitches. A part of her wanted to laugh also, there was something about his laugh, something that drew you to laugh with him. Too frightened to laugh, all she could do was give a little smile. She loved the house so much already and she hoped that the man wouldn’t give her back. The bathroom that she was just in was bigger than the room she had had back at the other foster home. Pure greed was the reason she wanted to stay. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that to have a house like this you had to have mucho dollars and she wanted some. Holden looked at the waif standing before him and broke off the laughter. She looked so, he thought for a moment, she looked lost he wanted to say. Not lost as in location, but that was the only way to describe her. It made him want to grab her up and take care of her. Which was exactly what he was doing, he suddenly thought. He was becoming her guardian, the person that would make the decisions concerning her. The level of responsibility made him almost dizzy. He didn’t want this, didn’t want to be accountable for someone else when he could barely take care of himself. Oh, who was he kidding? He didn’t take care of himself, the servants did. He didn’t know where he would be if they weren’t around to make sure he ate, or showered, or brushed his teeth. “Hi,” he said in a voice that could only be described as high. He was scared out of his mind. Holden had no idea how to talk to a 13 year old, much less a 13 year old girl. Most fathers were given 13 years to figure out how to talk, but not him. Holden made a mental note to call his mother and yell…yell really, really loud. Candice looked up at the man and smiled tremulously. She couldn’t make the greeting come from the depths from her throat. She wasn’t afraid of the man but she was afraid that she would trip over the words and make a fool of herself, and seeing as how she had just hit him with the door, she didn’t want to press her luck. Holden held out his hand, and said, “My name is Holden, what’s yours?” “Ca-Candice,” she stuttered. Taken his hand, Candice blushed lightly making Holden smile. She was so cute, he thought. He could already imagine how beautiful she would be when she grew up, and he could also imagine the trouble he would have with the boys. Hey, back up man, you can decide you don’t want her remember, but he knew that there was no way he could give her back. He could already imagine her as his and Holden was very picky about things that belong to him; no one was allowed to play with them except him. After that, the two headed back to the library where the plans were finalized and Candice became his foster child. Candice’s blood thrilled at the idea. She would have a daddy, someone to call her own. Once Candice was settled into her room, a beautiful room made up in pinks and purples, which just happened to be her favorite color, Candice just knew that Holden would come to talk to her, but he didn’t. When she went down to dinner he wasn’t there, and he didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning either. It hurt her at first, didn’t he want her, but when the butler explained it to her, she understood. Holden, her father, in her mind she called him daddy, was a very busy scientist and at times he forgot the world around him. Candice would just have to be patient. And patient she was. Candice waited 5 years for her daddy to notice her but it never happened. Oh, he took care of her. She was never want for money. She had the finest clothes, cars, and education that money could buy, but she didn’t have the one thing that she wanted most in the world…not yet anyway. Candice looked at herself on last time in the mirror. Gone was the scrawny, gaunt child with the big eyes and limp hair. She had been replaced with a voluptuous goddess with high breasts and rounded bottom. Candice’s looks had always bothered her but now, tonight, she was extremely thankfully to the gods for them. He would be hers tonight, whether he wanted to or not. For many years, her dreams, her sexual dreams had involved Holden. Dreams that brought her to the edge and beyond, and no matter how she tried, how much she wished it was different, it was always him. Oh, for years she had tried to hide them, tried to beat them down and keep those feeling secret, but finally she couldn’t. She loved him and she was going to make him love her. At one time she had just wanted his fatherly love, and that would have been enough, but deep down even then she had wanted him to sneak into her bedroom and pull her close to him. She had wanted him to pull the covers from her body and stare at her eye lust filled eyes. Many nights she had touched herself imagining him sliding into her, filling her to the brim with himself. Sometimes the dreams were so real, so genuine that she could almost feel his body pressing her into the mattress of the bed. She shivered with desire. Candice was standing at the cusp of life, one step away back was childhood, and one step forward stood womanhood. Tonight would be the next step, a ceremony that would take her girl to woman. She was in love with, had been in love with Holden James from the second she had set eyes on him, and she knew that once he felt her in his arms, felt the press of her lips to his, he would fall for her as well. Holden would never be called movie star handsome but there was something about him, something that drew her, just as his laugh had so many years ago. With chestnut tinted hair, and eyes the color of a morning fog, he was everything that she ever wanted. She thought that he looked incredibly sexy with his reading glasses perched on his nose, and when he was totally into his work, his eyes became misted and appeared far away. Many days she had spent in his laboratory watching as he created this or that. She loved to watch him work, loved to see that he was so passionate about it. Hours and hours she spent watching him bent over beakers and burners, classical music screaming from the speakers of the high-tech sound system, and never had she felt neglected. Even if he didn’t notice her, he still cared enough to share at least something of his. She laughed lightly remembering one of the numerous times when an experiment had went awry, leaving both of them covered in gunk. He never complained though, he would simply start again. One of the reason she loved him was because of his patience. No matter how many times something didn’t work, Holden would continue to work, to mold that until he finally had it just the way he wanted. Thinking of his tenaciousness made Candice dream of their love-making. She knew that he would think of her first, would make her experience joy before he did. Candice could picture him between her thighs licking her, making her scream in ecstasy over and over. She saw her hips driving into his face, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her body. Candice could only imagine the rapture he would bring to her, and now was the time. Candice walked down the stairs, her mind still filled with visions of them rolling between the sheets of his bed, both fighting for the top position. In most of Candice’s fantasies she was the one seduced, the one that was taken, but she thought of how nice it would be to the one in control. She could envision her body, tight and wet, wrapped around his, sliding up and down. Just then her foot missed a step and down the stairs she went, tumbling head first. As she came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, her head hit the floor solidly and her mind went blank just second before her eyes rolled back into her head. Holden heard the door of his lab open but didn’t take the time to look up from his work to see who it was. Mostly likely it was Candice. For some reason, that girl loved to be down here watching him as he mixed this and that until he had the perfect combination for whatever he happened to be making at the time. In all truth, he enjoyed having her there. She never bothered him, never asked questions; she was just…she was just there. Thinking of her made him smile and he looked up and began to say “Hello” when he noticed it wasn’t Candice but instead his butler, Gordon, hovering in the doorway. “Yes, what?” Holden hadn’t meant to be as harsh as he knew he sounded. “Sir, there has been an accident. Ms. Candice-,” Holden cut him off. “What, what’s the matter with Candice?” he demanded. “She has fallen down the stairs, sir and we have been able to get her awake. I have notified the police and there is an ambulance on the way.” The words sent a chill through Holden. Candice was hurt. In all the years that he had cared for her, she hadn’t once been sick, much less hurt. Not taking the time to remove the goggles from his head, Holden bolted from the room, his long legs taking the stairs back up to the house 2 at a time. He ran as fast as he could to the stairs but the sight before him made his knees go weak. She was dead, that was his first thought, and for a few seconds he thought he couldn’t see her breathing but as he got closer to her, he noticed she was. Thank God. Kneeling beside her, he pulled her from the arms of the maid who held her. She was so pale, he thought, almost deathly pale. Looking down at her, holding her in his arms, he began to weep. She couldn’t leave him, couldn’t be taken away from him, she was too young. As his tears fell onto her face, Candice opened her eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes were filmed with confusion. She had no idea how or why she was laying down. She looked up at Holden and saw he was crying. “Da-daddy,” she croaked in a strangled voice. “Daddy, why are you crying?” Holden heard her voice and was afraid he was dreaming, but when he opened his eyes, he saw he wasn’t. She was awake, and she would be fine. He knew it, he just did. Pulling her closer until there wasn’t any room between their bodies, he kissed her forehead. “Candy Cane, you gave me a scare, little one. I was afraid you had left me. You fell down the steps and wouldn’t open your eyes.” Candice smiled lightly at the use of her nickname. Her daddy had called her Candy Cane for so long that it seemed to be second nature now to hear it. Laying in his arms, relishing the feel of his body so close to hers, Candice was almost glad that she had fallen. Almost that is. She had one hell of a headache coming on and knew that her plans for seduction would have to be postponed. She groaned out loud. She didn’t want to wait to feel him on top of her, didn’t want to postpone the presses of his lips against hers. Candy Cane Holden took the groan as one of in pain and he wasn’t far off. She wanted his body so much that it physically hurt and she knew that she couldn’t wait. It had to be tonight. The ambulance arrived and after waving them off, Candice was taken to Holden’s room to rest. Well, at least she was where she wanted to be. Now all she had to do was sit and wait. She undressed slowly simply because moving hurt too much. Pulling the covers up over her body, Candice curled up in a fetal position and closed her eyes. She would nap until Daddy came to bed. Sleep came almost automatically and with it the dreams of her and her lover. Candice was dressed in a long flowing white nightgown. She was standing with her back to bed, staring at him in the mirror in front of her. She watched herself lift a hand and untie the front of her gown, pulling the string slowly until it was undone. Never taking her eyes from his, she shrugged the gown from her shoulders. Milky white skin was gradually revealed. As her breasts came into view, she heard him suck in a sharp breath. Smiling the smile of countless women before her, she continued to expose herself to him. Finally the cloth fell the floor to lay at her feet, and she was complete nude in front of him. He could see both sides of her, she knew, and was looking at each one. He was staring at her breasts, watching as her nipples harden and stood to his attention. Holden could see her flat stomach and knew when she took a breath. His gaze dropped to her bottom and he groaned loudly. He absolutely loved her butt. If he could have worshipped it he would have. She giggled as he told her this, and shook her beautiful head of hair, which made it look as if she had just rolled from bed. His attention was drawn to the verge of her thighs as her legs shifted. No matter how many times he saw it, he would never get use to her shaved. He loved the feel, the look of it and he had told her many times. Holden held out his hand, beckoning her to him. She went of course. Her love was so strong for him that if he pulled her toward a cliff she would have jumped with him. Her heart sang with pleasure as she climbed onto the bed she shared with him, kneeling beside him. He raised his hand and caressed the side of her face. Just that little touch sent her nervous into overload. It was always like this, his body calling to hers and hers answering, screaming in fact back at his. His hands were rough to the touch from years of mixing chemicals yet they felt unbelievably soft against her satin smooth skin. He had told her once that he was almost frightened to touch her for fear she would bruise. Candice had laughed and then kissed him hard whispering “Daddy, I don’t break.” “Candy Cane, I love you,” Holden whispered, pulling her close by the back of her head. She practically had an orgasm right then. Her body never failed to enjoy those words. Her lips met his, softly at first and the harder as a rhythm was found. His mouth plundered hers; stealing her breath and making her clutch him to her. She felt his groan against he lips as he became aware of face that her bare breasts were pressed against his naked chest. Holden’s hands traveled down her body, touching and caressing every part of her starting with her throat. He loved her throat; he believed it to be the most beautiful thing about her. Her head fell back revealing it to him and soon his lips were latched onto it. His tongue dipped into the hollow at the base of her throat, tasting her. Her moans told him just how much she enjoyed the whole experience. Regardless of how many times they made love, he still relished in all the little noises that she made. Softly he whispered into her ear. “Do you like that baby? Do you like when Daddy touches you?” Holden laughed softly as Candice moaned loudly. Looking down at the juncture of her thighs, he could see the wetness pouring from her. She was wet, exceptionally wet and he could smell her arousal in the air. His cock grew harder at the thought of her legs wrapped around his, the way her muscle would contract on him as she came. “Daddy is going to make you feel so good, baby. Your hot, little pussy is going to be stretched wide with daddy’s dick. I am going to make you cum on my cock so hard you will be seeing stars for months. Do you want Daddy’s dick in you? Huh? Daddy is going to make love to you all night long, until your screaming my name. Do you want that?” Not waiting for her reply Holden’s hand followed the path of his words. Candice’s breath caught in her throat as his hand descended to the juncture of her thighs. He petted her, caressed until her legs shifted open wider for him to get a good look at her. She was absolutely beautiful and he told her so. “Oh baby, you make daddy so hot. You pretty little clit is so hard for me. You are wetter than a cat in heat. Tell Daddy what you want him to do, go on, little one, and tell me how you want me to make you feel good.” “Yes, daddy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to put your big, hard cock in my pussy. Please, Daddy, I need you inside me, fucking me hard and fast. I love you daddy. Please!!” The desperation in Candice’s voice was evident and told of the need she had for him. Candice spoke those words out loud unbeknownst to her just as Holden slipped into the room. He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes for that matter. His daughter, the same sweet child that he had cared for many years was dreaming about him. And as she dreamed her body had needed to be quenched. During her dream the bed sheets that had covered her had come down revealing her naked body for his eyes to ravish. Against his will, Holden’s body began to react to the moment of her hand between her thighs as she frigged her clit rapidly as well as the words that poured from her mouth. Gone was the sweet innocent child that hours before he had believed her to be. Had she been like this for years and he hadn’t noticed it? He wasn’t sure because he had no idea when her body had begun to develop as it had, leaving him breathless as his eyes swept her. With her body in the position that it was, he could see everything. Her breasts were swollen and the hard, dust-pink nipples made his mouth water. Holden could picture his mouth attached to her breast, tongue and biting her nipple gently as his cock pressed into her wet open. As that thought came, his gaze found the area in question. His groan was so loud that Holden was almost afraid that Candice would awaken. Almost being the key word. He wanted her; he came to that conclusion as his started to her bedside. He wanted to be inside her, he wanted to hold her in his arms and feel her naked body against his, under his. Her words penetrated his arousal and he stopped to listen. “Yes, Daddy, put your big cock inside me. Stretch me, daddy, make it hurt. I love you daddy, I have since the moment I came to live with you, and I want to be your wife, not your daughter. Fuck me daddy, Oh yes daddy, more, MORE!!!!!!!!!!!” The last word was screamed loudly as Candice’s finger found its way into her body, completing her dream father’s thrust. Holden’s desire could wait no longer and with 2 strides, he was beside her sleeping form. He leaned in lose to her mouth and with passionate longing he kissed her hard. Oh the taste of her mouth was exquisite it. She tasted of strawberries and champagne, of peaches and cream. Tasted so good he couldn’t get enough. As the kiss deepened Candice awoke from her dream world and for a second she believed she was still awake. If not for the solid body against the side of the bed, or the feeling of actually hard lips, she might have believed she was still asleep. But, no! This was real, so very real and Candice relished the feeling. Even after the total disaster tonight had been, her plan had indeed come to be implemented. Unable to do anything but enjoy, her moans of joy were the only inclination that she was enjoying herself, other than the fact that her nipples were extra hard as was her clit. Hearing her moan, Holden pulled back to look at her and discovered that she was awake. At first he was frightened that perhaps he had been wrong; what if she didn’t want him the way he thought she did? But looking in her eyes, seeing the affect that he was having on her, made him smile. He wasn’t wrong. She wanted him very much, just as much, if not more, than he wanted her. Looking her in the eyes, he straightened his body. His hands went to his shirt and began the task of unbuttoning it. The process was over in seconds; his craving for her had to been satisfied, here and now. Her gaze followed his hands and when his hand moved to the belt at his waist, she got a good look at the size of his want. Even with clothes on he left her breathless. In her dreams he had been large but somehow she just knew that he would surpass anything she could have imagined. Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice. “Look at me, baby.” Doing as she was told, she gazed up into his eyes with open love. “Are you sure this is what you want? If you are unsure, Daddy will not be mad. I love you no matter what and I will continue to do so.” Candice giggled to herself. Damn, he was so cute, thinking of her this way. He didn’t want to go to far, yet she knew that he would make love to her with just one word from her. She loved him more now then she did before this had ever started. Candice pushed herself into a sitting position seconds before she pulled Holden down to sit beside her. Taking his face in her hands, she said, “Daddy, I love you as well. As a wife daddy, not a daughter. I don’t think there has been a minute in time when I haven’t loved you. You are my world and I want to bring you joy and love the way you have done the same for me. Please make love to me daddy, I want it, and I know you want it. Forget about tomorrow, think of the here and now.” Holden smiled in Candice’s hands, feeling her small fingers caress his face as he felt the slight breeze of her breath against him. Her words breached the worry and doubt that he might have had and he pulled her into his arms, once again kissing her. The couple groaned as their chests came into contact for the first time. Her nipples scratched his chest hair and Candice bit back a moan. Driving his hand into her hair, Holden pulled her mouth away from his and began to ravish her neck, making the milky-white skin turn red. Soon the only sound in the room was the harshness of their breath and the moans that fell from their lips. They both ended up laying on the bed, Holden’s back to the mattress and Candice straddling him. Her hips were unable to stop the movement anymore than either of them wanted it too. She press and dilated her hips against his, rubbing her wet clit against the stiffness of his jeans. It wouldn’t be long before her desire would have to be fulfilled. She need him and at this very moment. Pulling back from him long enough to look down at him, Candice slithered down Holden’s body, dropping kisses as they fell; over his chest, around his nipples, never quite touching them except to tease. Five years worth of want had been building in her, and she wanted him to feel the same. She wanted him as ready for her as she was for him. He was close, she knew he was, but she wanted him desperate for her. She was a woman after all and women do tend to want undivided attention from their lovers. Holden’s hand settled on Candice’s ass cheek, grinding her into his leg which she sat astride. Her wet pussy rubbed seductively up and down it as her mouth came to its final destination. Candice’s hands shook as they finished unbuttoning Holden’s jeans. Slowly, ever so slowly, her small hand reached in and pulled out the focus of her want. It took her breath away. It was so much more than she had ever dreamed. Standing straight up, telling Holden’s want of her, it was a proud testament of their love. She knew without a doubt that when they came together, she would fit him like a glove, hugging his member in the tight pocket of herself. He was at least 9 or 10’ long, yet the size of him didn’t matter. He was hers, to use in the fashion that she wanted and she wanted him in every way. Candice leaned in, her mouth watering as she gazed at his succulent cock. Suddenly Holden stopped her, saying, “Don’t baby. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from cumming if you did that. I want to be inside you the first time I cum.” Not giving her the time to express her displeasure, Holden pulled her up until their mouths met once again, then rolled her under him. He had to be inside her, he couldn’t last much longer and he knew that she didn’t have much longer left either. Without even removing his jeans, Holden aligned himself with his daughter and taking his cock in his hand, he moistened the tip of himself with her juice. God, she was so wet! He teased her a bit while the had the strength, running himself up and down her slit, hitting her clit several times. Candice moaned, “No, Daddy! I want you in me, stop teasing.” Holden grinned down at her. She was so hot, so aroused that at that moment he thought he could get her to do anything. He thought about that. You know, that just might come in handy at a later date. Unexpectedly and without warning, Holden’s hips flexed sending his cock deeply into Candice’s hot, tight pussy. The two lovers moan in unison. Shit, Holden thought, she is so tight, and Candice was thinking the same about her father. He filled her to the brim and she would feel her skin stretching. Holden leveled himself off as he settled into her all the way. He looked down at the spot where they joined and groaned. “Oh, baby, look what you do to Daddy’s cock. He is so hard he is filling you all the way.” Candice moved slightly beneath him, drawing a hiss from both their lips. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Move like that for daddy.” Soon the pair were moaning and sweating, and the motion of their movement has become more pronounced. Holden was driving Candice’s hips into the bed, which in turned made the bed move, which ended up hitting the wall a few times. They could have cared less; their only thought was the elusive climax both needed. Candice pulled Holden’s mouth down to hers, enjoying the feel of his body on top of hers. In the back of her mind, Candice knew that for years to come, this would be the position that she would love the most. Her hips jackknifed moving in sync with his, up and down and around. With every thrust her screams became louder. Before long she was on edge, reaching for the orgasm that would end her want and all at once it came…well she came to be more accurate. Holden felt her release, and finally let himself go as he took pleasure in hers as well. His cock released stream after stream of cum deep into her womb and neither one thought the first thing about birth control. He dropped onto of her, once against his body pressing hers into the mattress and they both relaxed and knew that when the questions came, and they would, that they would and could handle them. Their love was too much; too open now to be covered up and they wouldn’t have tried even if it had been. He loved her, not as a father but as a man, and she felt the same. The only thing to do now was to wait and see what that love would bring. Candy Cane //...//...//...//...//...//...Candy Cane. Candy glided the long slender Candy Cane over her tongue while she sucked on its flavor, savoring the deliciously sweet taste while pulling it outward from her moist mouth. Extending her tongue outward and licking the tastiness in laps at the sugar stick, carrying the peppermint flavor on her tongue that disappeared, between her plump red lips. Candy placed the Candy Cane back into her mouth, toying with its lengthy shaft and absorbed in the way it felt on her tongue. She pushed it even deeper into her mouth as if that would heighten the sweet sensations of sugar and peppermint. Pulling it outward then pushing it back inward over her wet tongue several times rubbing the flavor into her taste buds. 'It was the night before Christmas and all through the house,' nothing was stirring except Candy's blouse. One hand held the Candy Cane to her mouth while the other, finger toiled each button loose till her blouse fell open exposing her firm round mounds and both attentive nipples that 'rose' for attention. She pulled the Candy Cane out of her mouth slowly in a long moist slide along her tongue then exiting two tightly pressed red lips. Her tongue made a flavor saving swipe, then disappeared into her mouth followed by a deep swallow. "I'm as horny as a reindeer," she mumbled to herself, giggling. Candy glanced at the coffee table and saw the 'Nut-Cracker' and a bowl of assorted nuts, contemplating their playful usage then looked back at the moist and now slightly tapered Candy Cane, smiling. Candy ran her hand under her snow-white panty's elastic rim in the dimly lit living room, like a snow bunny to its home. The only illumination was the Christmas Tree lights that flashed and flickered intermittently. There was not a fire in the fireplace, in hopes that St. Nick would be coming through the magical portal of brick, soot and mortar. She chuckled at the thought that, 'any man that can climb up and down the narrow hole of so many chimneys' would definitely know how to please a girl's hole with a Candy Cane. Her long slender legs fell apart, mimicking her mouth that opened wide as she laid the candy stick on her tongue and closed her lips around it as her lower lips enveloped her finger. Twirling the Candy Cane with turns of her wrist while rolling the round candy stick between her thumb and forefinger, to leave the tasty flavor that was sure to gratify her. While the fingers on her other hand was touching her needs with light brushing and tender rubbing. Pulling her hand from between her legs she placed a finger in her mouth, wetting it completely then placing it back into the 'North Hole.' Like a coyote's call to a cold moon, Candy's desires called her warm fingers to make her shine in an afterglow. She bent like the 'Buckle' of Santa's belt when she pressed her finger farther into her pool of lust. Swirling her passion like a finger in pudding with twirls, slides, glides and knuckle 'crooked' feather stroking her inner wall of desires. She removed her hand from under her panties trailing a damp finger over her skin past the tiny pool of navel and towards the peak of her breast. Grasping a breast firmly she pulled it upward as she began tapping at her nipple with the peppermint stick, that stuck slightly tacky and released with each touch. Her head leaned forward as her tongue extended fully coming to an almost point as she lick. Pulling her breast closer to her warm mouth's inviting lips, she suckled her firm nipple's flavor. Her long finger returned to the 'North Hole' and found her delight in a moist way as she continued to entertain herself this Christmas Eve night... "Dashing through the ...oh!" Candy's back raised upward like an 'Arch' as she pressed her middle finger deeply with herself then descended back to a laying position very slowly. Pressing her foot against the arm of the couch as her muscles tightened then gradually released. A pleasurable grin crawled across her candy red, tainted lips. She moistened the Candy Cane in her mouth fully, twirling it on the ridge of her wet tongue and pulling it from her lips till saliva vines snapped. With a heart pounding drum roll the Candy Cane took flight, to the land of snow-white panties. She pulled the white cotton fabric to the side and widened her legs to prepare for the 'rock hard' Candy Cane Express. Mingling the long moist candy stick with her needs, slightly pressing it into her as slowly as a snowflake falls. Mesmerized by the pleasurable feeling this red and white striped Candy Cane brought her. Pressing the peppermint stick even deeper in light circular motions. Her long eyelashes fluttered in sync with lips that quivered from joy and an open mouth 'jawing' expressions of emotions without a sound other than her light panting. "Santa Claus is cummin' to town!" Candy smiled as she glanced at the fireplace thinking she may have heard a noise from the chimney. Pulling the Candy Cane from between her legs she became frozen in a moment of total concentration, listening attentively for a clue, hint and or sign of the sound's nature. She placed the candy stick on her tongue and became overwhelmed by the delightful scent of peppermint, sugar and cum. She melted into the couch as she relaxed and sank into savoring the joys of her Candy Cane. Her other hand returned under her panty line with reaching fingers that pin pointed the location of her desires with back and forth rubs that 'twittered' across the ridge of her clit, inflaming her lustful fire. Sucking on the peppermint Candy Cane, indulged in that which she craved while all her vibrant fingers did not relent. "Silent Night ... oh ... this night!" Candy sang lightly with cheeks that were a little flush, sucking on the Candy Cane to fulfill that which she thirsts, passion. She rolled the candy across her lips, toying with the way it sticks, tastes and its playful shape. Holding the Candy Cane as an artist would hold a brush, painting her lips a glossy candy red. Her other hand roamed the hills and valleys of the 'North Hole' slowly, sensually brush stroking her labia lightly with her long fingers. Grinding her fingers in areas then lightly rubbing them. She spanked the kitty with a few light slaps with her hand and teased a chuckle as her fingers resumed their polishing motion. Candy put the Candy Cane into her mouth between her cheek and gum then sent her fingertips to pull on her taught nipple in twists and playful pulls. Gripping tighter, she pulled till the nipple 'snapped' from her fingertips. In a light moan of mixed pleasure and pain, she did it again with her other breast. Taking the hook of the Candy Cane she pulled it from her lips allowing the stick end to fall from her mouth onto her skin in the valley of her mounds. Pulling the curve of the cane, the stick followed in a soothing motion of lightly trailing wetness. She guided the Candy Cane to the summit of her breast and circled her nipple as if it were the ring of love then pressing it against the 'bulls eye'. A thought sparked and a self-dare taunted her to place the peppermint stick into her mouth in a slow descent just to see how far it could go into her throat. Pushing the stick into her mouth deeper and farther. When the candy cane hook touched her cheek, she giggled with delight that caused her to gag momentarily. Yanking the stick from her mouth she raised up slightly then laid back laughing while placing the candy stick back into her mouth. She pulled the Candy Cane out slowly, sucking with taught lips, capturing the sweet juices. Swallowing the sweet flavor then licking her lips for more. Engrossed in the sight of the candy's alluring and delightful red swirl as she rolled it around before her eyes. It was now tapered even more at the stick end but the hook seem to have a wilted charm as she gazed at it in the dim lit living room. Placing the Candy Cane back into her mouth to free both hands so that she could 'wiggle- worm' free of her panties. Pulling them from her body she gave them a finger twirl just before she gave them a fling towards the Christmas Tree. "There is your present Santa," Candy said with a teasing chuckle as she ran one hand between her legs in a long glide across her flesh to feel of her nakedness and to awaken her skin to breath freedom. Grasping the hook of the Candy stick and seductively trailing the candy along the top of her tongue till it was before her eyes. She gave the Candy Cane a long hard look and contemplated the best way to use a peppermint stick. To roll it with the red swirls that wrap around the white or rather to twirl the red stripes in reverse. Then she let out a laugh as she decided it did not matter. She spread her legs wide while her hand made the voyage of carrying the red and white swirled candy back to the North Hole. The rock hard candy touched the folds of her labia as she rotated it slightly as much for the feel as it was an aid to its penetration. Basking fully in the Candy Cane's touch as she pressed it into herself fully, using the canes hook to toy with her clitoris. Candy's desires were inflamed as she began driving the Peppermint stick in and out in moist gliding strides, motivated by her quest for satisfaction. Candy moan as her rapidly moving hand pressed the Candy Cane in deeply. The silent room whispered echoes of light slapping sounds of skin impacting flesh from her toying penetration. With a clinched fist around the candy cane and the hook curving back over her knuckles she drove the candy stick into herself, vibrantly. Riveting precision thrusts of the Candy Cane tended her desires till she felt her juices run down the valley in her ass cheeks. Candy's head went back in satisfaction while her hand slowed to a stop but her fingers continued to rotate the candy stick and keeping its passion alive. The Candy Cane was now a twirling pressing swirl of wetness from the hard candy pricking. Candy's heart was pounding loudly enough to be the only sound in the room. She lay engulfed in her feelings, satisfied with her peppermint pleasing play. Taking the Candy Cane from between her legs and to her mouth that was opening in a receptive manner with her tongue extended outward, ready, willing and reaching. Sticking the sticky candy to lay upon her tongue, she then enveloped her lips around it tightly and began sucking. She grasped her breast gently as if it were a glass Christmas tree ornament, lightly holding it cupped in her hand while relishing in the scent of peppermint and vaginal aroma. Squeezing her firm flesh with sensual grasps and tightly gripped pulls upon her breast. Candy pulled the Candy Cane from her lips then put it to her nipple, mashing the hard candy into her firm and perked up flesh. With a beat that mirrored the Christmas tree lights that were blinking off and on, Candy flicked the candy at her nipple then trailed the Candy Cane in circles around her areola. Pulling her breast to her lips, she sucked her nipple for the peppermint's flavor as well as the enjoyment of a warm wet mouth upon her skin. Desire's song was fading fast as she took one quick hand rub around her bare bottom. She turned on her side, adjusted the Candy Cane in her mouth with seductive teasing glides. Slowly and even more slowly fell her heavy set of eyes as she sank fully into the couch's cushioned comfort while sucking on the Candy Cane. Opening her eyes wide in an attempt to stay awake Candy looked around the dim lit room, then she glanced under the Christmas tree and there was 'still' nothing there. Her breathing become heavy as she drifted off to a winter dreamland. The sound of her light breathing (snoring) muffled footsteps across the hard wood floor. "ho ho ho." Lightly jingled. Candy Cane's one eye opened slowly Christmas morning as Candy awoke and peered under the Christmas tree. There sat a present, a white box with a red ribbon. In a leap and a bound she had her present in hand and un-wrapping it. Inside the medium size box was a peppermint Candy Cane, long and wide with a 'gift tag' that read; 'Merry Christmas' my naughty Candy. Thank you for the peppermint scented panties. //...//...//...//...//...//...//...//...//...Candy Cane. Candy Canes ... were noted as far back as 1600s. They at that time were all white sugar sticks. The curve of the Candy Cane is 'said' to have been put there to replicate the 'J' in Jesus but it its also clearly noted that the white sugar cane sticks were used as hanging Christmas tree ornaments. The time between 1870 and 1920s the peppermint stick was popping up everywhere. Peppermint twisted into the white sugar sticks. The demand for them came highest around Christmas so there-fore they became a Christmas candy known as the... //...//...//...//...//...//...//...//...//...Candy Cane. "We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!" Candy Cane First off, thank you everyone for all your positive comments both publicly and privately. I really appreciate all of it. This audio is a change of pace from what I normally do, but I wanted to do something more sweet for Christmas. I hope you all enjoy it, and even though you're being naughty that you get everything you wish for on Christmas. :) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (XX min/mp3) * * * * * Candy Cane After working all month to get a few weeks off from work, the wife had managed to convince me to finish off any last minute shopping for Christmas. All December the stores are madhouses, but two weeks before Christmas ensured I was doomed to spend all day on lines and lugging around boxes for incoming relatives. To make matters worse, the wife had begged me to take along my children, both of whom were anxious to meet the local mall Santa. He wasn't the most genuine Santa around, but he made them happy, and it kept me out of the stores and from squeezing through crowded aisles. That morning was especially packed as I'd spent a little over an hour in yet another line with my son and daughter, both of whom were fidgeting as their turn drew near. To top off the best day of my life, I'd have to come back later in the day to retrieve a sweater the wife had her heart set on. Sweating and impatient, I stood in line trying to muster up the enthusiasm for the kids, forcing a grin and stood to the side as the minimum wage elves/helpers for Santa slid out the stanchions with the red velvet rope to assure no one stepped out of line. I stood to the side allowing the elves to work and immediately met eyes with Elf number three, as Santa called her. She was hidden under a bright red and green elf costume two sizes too big for her, but I made note of her dark skinned very curvaceous body instantly. She found my admiration almost flattering, much to my surprise, as she flashed a wide smile and brushed her long red curly hair behind her fake elf ears. Normally I never acknowledged another woman, but I figured a few glances would do me no harm, as she was beautiful. Both children were off in a corner chatting with a few other kids, so I figured boldness would favor me. She stood guard in my general vicinity and looked over braving a conversation. "The kids dragged you here?" "Yeah," I chuckled, "Whatever it takes to make them happy." "They're cute," she smiled, "Candy." "Charlie," I nodded introducing myself, "How long have you been helping Santa out?" I cringed, noting the awful joke that I was convinced passed as flirting. "Just a week," she grinned excusing the joke, "Today is my last day thankfully and then it's back to my normal job once the Santa leaves tonight." "Are you an actress? A model?" "No, no," she chortled flattered, "I'm in the department store upstairs." "Well, if it's any consolation you're the prettiest elf I've ever seen." "Do you see a chocolate elf very often?" she joked with a wink. "I'm a fan of chocolate," I insisted. The line finally moved up and we moved forward finally stepping up to Santa. After twenty minutes of chatter and quality time, they walked up to Candy as she handed them free candy canes and I gave a smile as she rewarded me with one. "And for you; for being so patient." "Thanks," I boasted. "If you're ever in the mood for chocolate, let me know," she declared under her voice as I blushed rushing off. The day went on as usual with much chatter about Santa Claus but nothing about Candy. I was lucky that my kids had been oblivious to our discussion, yet it was all I could think about all day. Once the evening approached, I'd made my trek back to the mall to pick up the sweater and hoped to run in to Candy. I rushed in and out of the store to acquire the sweater and nearly made my way out of the door when I'd seen a few of the elves still in costume closing up. Much to my delight, Candy was packing closing up the set and caught my eyes flashing a smile to me. I walked over to her to make small talk, surprised as she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. "It's just you closing up?" I asked. "Elf number one begged me to let her go early, so I agreed to close up by myself." "I'd be glad to give you a ride home if you wanted." "I may be a while, I have to warn you." "I'll help you out," I smiled carrying the seats and cardboard set pieces in quickly, and slid them in to the back. As we rushed back and forth carrying the props, we'd finally cleared the lot in to the small log cabin, and readied to leave the empty mall. "Twenty minutes ahead of schedule," she sighed wiping her hands. She turned to me with a grateful smile and leaned forward grasping the back of my head with her hand, kissing me deeply. I reciprocated as we traded kisses for a few minutes and I stepped back for a moment. "I thought you deserved a reward," she whispered. "I don't think Santa would like us being naughty in his cabin," I whispered. "It'll be our secret," she smiled kissing me again. We folded in to one another kissing deeply and rubbing bodies as I grasped her firm buttocks with both hands anxiously. She panted kissing my neck, and tore my pants off kneeling down to suck my hard cock. She grasped it with one hand rubbing it softly as she sucked it hard and fast. I struggled to keep my moans low as she sucked me off better than anyone ever had in my life. She stood up and we kissed again, as I tore off her top grasping her large breasts with my hand, squeezing them and sucking her dark nipples. She turned panting and leaned over, as I slid her pants and panties down. I kissed her soft bare back and she turned to me kissing me deeply. I leaned back and gazed down in surprise as she sat back, showing off her long hard cock, rubbing it with her hand. She leaned forward kissing me, and pecked my neck whispering, "If you're sick of candy canes, I have some chocolate you can suck on." She leaned back again with a smile, I dropped on to me knees and engulfed her with zealously, moaning and sliding her cock in to my throat. She sighed moaning and grabbed my head with both hands guiding me and ensuring I savored her with every suck. I pounded her cock in to my face as much as possible, and licked up the shaft as she closed her eyes moaning softly. I stood up grasping both of her legs in my arms, lifted her up and entered in to her as she sighed bracing for my own hard cock. I started slowly, pumping her hard and sharp as she grunted yelping in pleasure, and I sped up, ramming her rapidly. She lay back along a counter top moaning and grunting as I pounded her with all my might, ramming her plump ass, grasping her tits with both hands. I rammed her faster, and cried out cumming in to her hole. I panted digging my face in to her tits, kissing and sucking on them as she panted, caressing my short brown hair and we met lips kissing passionately. I staggered back and leaned against the wall as she stood up panting and stroking herself. We froze in horror as the light from the security guard's flashlight shone in to the cabin briefly and I turned to slip my pants back on, she rushed over shushing me. We froze as the guard moved on, oblivious to our rendezvous. I sighed in relief, but before I could stand up straight, she'd grasped my waist with both hands and slid her cock in to my tight hole. I grunted in surprise at first, almost wanting to resist, but as she forced her large cock in to me, I submitted, leaning over and taking her like a pro. She sighed in pleasure as she squeezed all of her in to me, and I began slowly gyrating, fucking me from behind and moaning softly. She could tell I was new, but she didn't spare me, delighting in my tight virgin hole, almost getting harder. I took her in, panting softly as she sped up, and the rush of pain eased in to an ocean of pleasure. She'd been even more dominant than I was to her, leaning her body over mine and clutching both of my hands with hers as she pounded my ass deeply and hard without any chance of escape. I struggled to keep my knees from giving out as she pounded me with all of her might, and after what seemed like an eternity, came in to me. She groaned loudly savoring the orgasm as I moaned her name over and over. After moments of silence and panting between us, we were filled with one another's cum, and casually slipped on our clothing. We snuck out of the cabin, closing it up and left side by side through the empty mall and out the back entrance, bracing the chill of late December. As I drove up to her doorstep, we parted ways with a passionate kiss and quick groping, and made a case of meeting up for another round of love making every chance we had. I'd gotten my own gift that year, as we enjoyed another rendezvous and Candy slid down my chimney over and over all Christmas day. Candy Cane Caresses Every year, my friends and I gather for a very unique winter fest. It is an evening of play, during which we are all able to explore our deepest fantasies with abandon. You may choose from switching partners, threesomes, homosexual encounters, using various objects/foods to enhance pleasure (candy canes of various sizes and flavors are a must at these parties), and my favorite of all, role playing. Invitations are sent out and there is an allowance for extra guests, so long as they are comfortable with the events of the evening and they adhere to the rules. Those in attendance must wear a costume that screams "I am Christmas, I am love." Well, maybe I wouldn't go that far, but in past years there have been an array of women decorated as Christmas trees, ornaments especially attached close to erogenous zones, and men dressed as Santa Claus, looking for a good "Ho, ho, ho." This year, though, it was my turn to organize the bash. I decided it would be fun to spice things up a bit and ask the guests to dress as characters from their favorite Christmas movies, whether it be Shirley Temple in "A Little Princess" or that dastardly Grinch. I often enter the holiday season with some bitterness due to my status of being single. I date, but no one has yet seduced me under the proverbial mistletoe. While I am a full-fledged woman, it didn't take me long to realize I'd be happiest dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge; if I was mean to people, they would just think I was living up to my chosen persona for the evening. Of course I didn't plan on making myself totally unappealing, but I did plan on wearing pants with holes in them, a large sweater, and even a nightcap. To compensate for this, I would spruce myself up by making sure to wear a pale pink bra that would boost up my 36D breasts. My underwear would consist of a pair of bikini-cut pants with scratch and sniff candy canes. Oh what fun this would be. The day of the party I adorned my tree with ornaments I had decorated myself depicting various pleasurable positions, yet another new twist to add excitement to the evening. My friends would be asked to choose an ornament, re-enact what was pictured, and then place it back on the tree for someone else to take. I had placed cushions and blankets all over the floor. Red and green gauze was hung from the ceiling to delineate individual areas, though I had no doubt in my mind that by the end of the evening the fabric would be entangled among the mass of spent bodies. I prepared luscious eggnog, sure to help people loosen their inhibitions. I had fashioned chocolate lollipops to look like Santas with erections and Mrs. Clauses with panties peeking through. A rum-soaked trifle was molded to look like a set of ample breasts. After everything was set up, I went upstairs to dress for the party. At 9:00, my first guests arrived. Soon after, there was a deluge of people. I was right in thinking there would be many dressed as the Grinch, but there were also snowmen, and snowwomen, reindeer, characters from classics such as "A Miracle on 34th Street" and "A Christmas Story," even characters from newer "classics" like "Home Alone." The last guest to arrive was someone dressed as Tiny Tim. I chuckled at his awkward attempt at a hobble. I also hoped I'd have the pleasure of meeting him later on, for a strong sense of manliness was emanating from this character. After many compliments about the room's décor and the tasty treats I had provided, it was time to get down to business, or shall I say, play. I explained the rules. If toys had been brought, they could not be shared among couples, but only used by the owner. All of us enjoyed a good deal of fun, but we were also as careful as possible. While everyone was allowed to play with everyone else, so long as it was consensual, the activities would be governed mainly by the ornaments I had designed. My guests thought this was an innovative idea, and they were excited to experience positions they had never tried before. Throughout the night, I took in as much as I could. All of my senses were aroused, especially those of smell and touch. Everyone wanted to be touched in every way and everywhere. I kept my eyes on Tiny Tim for much of the night. I was impressed by his agility, not to mention the size of his cock. It was 8.5 inches, by my estimation, and thick. I watched how he pleased other women and decided I was going to save him for last. As the night wore on many of my friends cuddled up and went to sleep with both loved ones and new acquaintances. I saw Tiny Tim stand up and walk towards me. He whispered, "Hello," for at this point the majority of the guests were in a sex-inebriated slumber. I responded by grabbing his hand and walking upstairs, with plans of taking him to my bedroom. He began to question and I simply said, "Shh. I don't want them to wake up." He obliged and we entered my bedroom. I had purposely placed a sprig of mistletoe above my doorway, hoping that we would be alone and have an intimate moment. He noticed it first and said, "Well, Ms. Scrooge, I've wanted to do this all night." He stood at 6'2" and I stood at 5'6", so he had to bend slightly to kiss me. All I could see were his blue eyes glistening. His lips were warm and inviting and they enveloped me like a well-wrapped present on Christmas morning, which given the season was a perfect comparison. We walked towards my bed and sat down. My costume's nightcap had been removed hours earlier. All that remained at the moment were my bra and underwear, as well as my pants. Tiny Tim had left his cane downstairs along with his hobble. His tattered pants and t-shirt covered his hard body. He asked me my name. "Kayla," I replied. "What's yours?" He laughed. "Funny you should ask. It actually is Tim, so I thought this costume would work well for me." I giggled in response. "Maybe the Tim part works, but from the looks of it tonight, you aren't so tiny." He blushed and bent to kiss me again. He said again, "I've wanted to do that all night." So I asked, "Why didn't you?" Tim took a few moments to reply. "Well, I came as a guest of one of your friends. I had seen a picture of you at Emily's. I thought you were gorgeous with your blonde hair, green eyes, curvy body. When the invitation came for tonight's party, Emily told me a little bit about what goes on and then she told me you were hosting it this year. She knew I had a bit of an interest in you and asked if I'd like to come. The thought of being in the same room as you made my heart beat faster and I said, 'yes.' Once I got here, though, I knew that I didn't want you to be just a fast fuck. I wanted it to mean something." "Tim," I said, "That's so sweet. Emily never mentioned you, but I am glad you came. I've been looking at you all night, taking in the handsome sight that you are. I'd hoped to have some alone time with you and was upset when it didn't happen downstairs. I'm glad everyone else is asleep, though. Maybe you and I can have some private time." Tim said he'd like nothing better. He kissed me again, this time for much longer, and while he did this I removed his shirt. He was truly gorgeous to look at. I ran my hands over his chest and his stomach and then over his arms. I couldn't get enough of touching him. His skin felt like silk to me. He removed my bra, setting my breasts free. Almost as if they had a life of their own, my nipples tingled and reached towards him. He dropped his hands down to cup them. When I told him that I love having my breasts played with, especially my overly sensitive nipples, he told me his were sensitive as well. That was an instant turn on, and I moved my hands to rub my fingers gently over his nipples. We both moaned in mutual gratification. He laid me back on the bed and then shimmied out of his pants. Then it was my turn to remove mine. He laughed momentarily when he saw my candy cane panties. I told him to come closer to them. He thought it was an invitation to take them off, but I said, "No, scratch them first and then see what happens." When he realized there was a minty smell, he smiled. He asked, "Does everything else smell like that too? Taste like it?" Luckily for me, I had a candy cane sitting on my nightstand and said, "Well, I think we can make that happen." He slid my panties off and gazed at my body as I opened the candy cane and began to lick it. "Want a taste," I slyly asked. He simply nodded and I began to rub the mint candy over my hard nipples. He bent down to lick them and smiled. "Yummy," he said after a taste. I asked him if he had any ideas of what to do with the candy. He took it from my hand, licked it, and proceeded to make a trail of stickiness from my chest down to the top of my pussy. He traced the line with his tongue and I writhed with pleasure. When he reached the much sought after pot of honey, he decided to be coy and inserted the candy cane inside. I jumped slightly at the odd feeling and then he pulled it out and licked it. He then abandoned the candy cane and worked his way between my legs to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He licked my clit, which still had a slight mint flavor to it. He spread my legs wider, as if he couldn't get enough of me into his mouth. My first orgasm rumbled through my entire body and I shook with pleasure. He couldn't wait to give me another and rose up to enter me slowly. I was right! His cock filled me perfectly, it wasn't too big, nor was it too small. Since he had done all of the work so far, I flipped him over and straddled him, lowering myself onto him. I rode him with the simple intent of making him feel as wonderful as he had made me feel. I bent over so he could suck on my nipples while I milked his cock with my pussy. We came at the same time and then I lifted myself off of him and lay next to him. It was the first time that evening that what happened felt like more than just a good fuck. I wanted him to be the one I did this with every night, not just at a Christmas party. Tim read my mind. "Kayla, how would you feel about making this more serious, and then at next year's party we can show up together, and go home together. Then you won't have to be cranky Ebenezer Scrooge. I'll secretly call you Ebenezer Splooge." I laughed out loud. "That works for me, but just know that you'll forever be not-so-Tiny Tim to me." He grinned and said, "I don't think I'll have to worry about being tiny around you. Ever." I asked Tim what people would say in the morning. He jokingly said, "Don't worry. We'll just tell them we spent the night writing a new version of 'A Christmas Carol.'" With that, we crawled under the covers and Tim draped his arms across my waist. I drifted into a blissful sleep that can only be brought on by a very special Christmas gift. I think Santa is winking at me right about now. Candy Cane Cocked Cousin...and Mom This story is an official entry in the 2007 Literotica Winter Holiday Contest. It is the you the reader through your votes who will decide the WINNERS. So please take the few seconds required and cast your vote when you get to the end of this story. WARNING: This is an incest category story which features sex between consenting adults (a male 18 yo High School senior, his 21 yo cousin and his mother, a 36 yo Librarian). If this bothers you please click away. To everyone else, ENJOY! * "He's an absolute asshole Aunt Bridget," were the first words I heard when I barged into the kitchen after I'd got home from football practice. "Hi mom," I said with a big smile as I reached to grab a couple of cookies from the pan that had just been pulled from the oven. It was their aroma that had drawn me unerringly to the room. After giving mom a quick kiss on the cheek I turned to Rosie and asked with a twinkle in my voice, "Got a kiss for your favorite cousin beautiful?" "No!" Rosie said emphatically. "Charlie!" mom wailed, "Not before dinner." "I'm starving...and you're such a good mom...and beautiful too," I answered as I popped one of the still warm chocolate chip cookies into my mouth and then took mom in my arms and danced her around the kitchen table. "Your crazy," my smiling mom said happily. "They think they're so smart," Rose complained, then added, "and I mean you and your kind Charles Andrew Lyte." "My kind?" I asked. "Men!" "All of us?" I asked laughing as I moved from mom and grabbed Rosie's hands. "Yes, and don't do that," she ordered as she struggled to escape me. "Bad day?" I asked as I spun her around. "Nice hair by the way," I added as I looked admiringly at the thick bright red strands of hair that had somehow appeared among her long, almost waist length mane of dark, thick lustrous black hair since I'd last seen her at breakfast. "You like it?" she couldn't help asking. "Gorgeous cuz, simply gorgeous," I enthused as I gently touched one of the red strands that were bouncing down and over her breasts. "Hot Chicago artist babe, sooooo sexy," I said then gave her a wolf whistle. "Well, most men are assholes," Rosie amended. "Honey, language," mom chided. "So what happened today to put you in such a wonderful mood Miss Rosie?" I asked with a pronounced southern drawl. "My art apparently isn't 'representational' enough for our brilliant instructor Mr. Crandall," Rose said in her most sarcastic tone. "But I thought that was the point," I interjected bravely, knowing one wrong word might bring down her wrath on my head. Rose saw Mom and I as 'artistic philistines' who couldn't possibly appreciate the subtlety of modern art. Having spent the last twelve years in the foothills of Tennessee it was inconceivable that we could be anything but ignorant of 'abstract or other non-representational' art. Even though mom had spent most of her youth in Chicago and had studied art history at college! "He's incompetent...a second rate has been who's never had a show outside of redneck country," she raged, totally ignoring my words. "Maybe they feel you need to master the human form dear," mom offered, "before you..." "Naked tits," she interrupted, but then quickly amended it to "naked breasts" when she saw mom's frown. "Men Aunt Bridget, they just want everyone to draw naked women." "Well..." We heard a non stop lecture on art for an hour as we ate dinner but we made no complaint. Rosie Williams, the daughter of moms elder sister, who'd come to live with us in September, simply by her presence among us had made our lives more fun. I really didn't give two hoots about conceptual or abstract art, but I could listen to her talk about it for hours. Quite simply she was interesting. Her energy, her passion simply forced you to be more interesting, more involved. And after knowing her all my life, of having spent at least a couple of weeks every summer at the family cottage with her, it was just since she'd come to live with us that I'd belatedly discovered just how hot she was. Like as in sexy hot. At a horny eighteen years of age I'd suddenly found myself living in the next room to a twenty-one year old, free wheeling artsy type who all my friends found exotic and alluring. She stormed off to her 'studio' after dinner, the loft in the old barn she'd converted into a working space, her 'atelier' as she called it. "Go and talk to her Charlie," mom instructed as we washed and dried the dishes side by side. "Maybe you better go mom," I said, not sure if I wanted an evening of my tempestuous cousin. "I've got the quarterly Library Board meeting tonight sweetie," she answered as she draped the drying cloth over my shoulder. Thirty minutes later, after mom had left for her meeting and I'd showered, I wandered out to Rosie's hay loft 'atelier' where, after climbing the ladder, I found her standing hunched over her easel, a frown on her normally smiling face. She also seemed to be mumbling under her breath. This could be a mistake I thought to myself as I watched her hands fly angrily across the sheet of drawing paper that seemed ready to take flight from its precarious position on her stand. "That doesn't look very representational cuz," I ventured carefully. "Who asked you?" she snapped angrily back without raising her eyes from her drawing. "It's very good though," I added, this time with a cheeky teasing tone in my voice, as I moved to stand at her shoulder where I stood pensively looking at the black blob she had created. "Shut up you," she ordered as she grabbed the drawing and threw it to the floor where it joined five or six previous efforts. "Is this one a man or a woman," I teased again as I picked one of her rejected efforts from the floor and peered at it dubiously. "Ha, ha Charlie. Backwoods, redneck boy all of a sudden becomes the fucking New York Times art critic," she complained but we both were smiling now. "It's male," she finally added after she'd given me a few seconds to study her drawing. "And it's upside down Mr. Expert," she said as she turned it in my hand. "Of what species?" "Oh that's a good one Charlie," she answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you need a model to inspire you...you could try to capture my magnificent physique," I offered as I gave her my best Charles Atlas pose. "Sure Arnold," she scoffed. I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and comically went into a weightlifters posing routine. "God Rosie, what artist wouldn't want to paint this body? C'mon, try to get your hand around these biceps," I challenged as I flexed. Laughing and shaking her head she poked me in the chest with her paint brush, splattering my left nipple with black paint. "Hey!" I protested as I jumped back out of her reach. "So you think you could be a model do you?" she asked and then after seeing my nod added, "Well, take of your pants then and stand over there." Then she turned and headed back to her easel. "Nooooo way," I said to my cousins back. And yet, the truth was, the second she'd said the words I'd wanted to. I'd wanted my older cousin to see me naked...to see IT. "Mr. Shy," she said derisively as she set a new piece of paper on her stand and then turned and faced me. "It has nothing to do with shyness dear cousin," I answered as I hopped from foot to foot in front of her, my excitement obvious. "If you're worried about...you know...size..." she started slowly, a new raw huskiness in her voice, drawing out the words provocatively. "I can always make it biggggger," she finally added with a sexy laugh, the challenge clear. "It's big enough," I shot back as I felt the red blush spread across my cheeks. "Is that what sweet Ellie May, your pretty little southern belle says," Rosie asked in a syrupy southern accent. "What?" I stammered, knowing my face was as red as a beet. "You know, that pretty cheerleader that follows you around everywhere. The one with the bouncy blond hair and the large, bouncy..." Rosie stopped in mid sentence as she cupped her own breasts to demonstrate her meaning. "I mean she has seen it, hasn't she?" she asked, still using the Southern drawl. Finally regaining a little of my composure I answered, "Southern men don't talk about things like that...we're gentlemen. I know that someone from Chicago may not have encountered one before..." "Yeah right Charlie...like all those gentlemen we saw in the infield at Talladega," Rose countered in a tough Chicago accent, evoking the memory of the weekend just a month ago when she, mom and I had spent an afternoon watching a car race among a couple of hundred thousand drunken race car fans. It had been Rosie's suggestion to go of course, her desire to imbue herself in 'Southern Culture' as she mockingly described it so that her paintings would reflect the 'redneck milieu' she now found herself in. "They were drunk...NASCAR fans...that's different," I protested. "Remember those six gentlemen who unzipped themselves in front of your mom and poor innocent cousin and fifty other women and started peeing..." "OK. OK...I'll do it," I capitulated, knowing there was no point in trying to win any argument with my crazy cousin. I knew we'd still probably be arguing at midnight if I didn't take off my pants. Besides I wanted to see her reaction. My cock was filling! "Besides Charlie, you're not a Southerner," Rose added, wanting to get the last word in. "I've lived here most of my life," I answered as I turned away from my cousins prying eyes as I unzipped and then pushed down my jeans. "Yeah but you were born in Chicago," she said, but then quickly asked as my pants pooled around my ankles, "Why aren't you wearing any underwear?" "What?" I asked as I turned and faced her. "Ohhhhhh!" escaped from her lips as her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Is something wrong?" I asked, instantly aware that I had the upper hand on my fast talking cousin for one of the first times since she'd come to live with us. Christ, in my whole life! I slowly lowered my hand towards my three quarter erect penis, then circled its thick base and lifted it up as though I wanted to inspect it. "No...it's just that...I mean normally," she sputtered. "Normally? You have seen one before haven't you? I just assumed...you being a big city, northern artist, nude paintings, drugs, wild parties and everything," I challenged, loving how I finally had Rose on the defensive. "Of course I have," she almost yelled. "How many?" I asked, the teasing tone in my voice now echoed by the grin on my lips. "Shut-up! What is not normal for your information Chaaaarles, is for an artists model to have an erection. It's supposed to hang placidly down between your legs...this is art, not some internet sex site. You have seen Michaelangelo's David haven't you?" "Here, you do it," I offered, still grinning. "Do what?" she asked suspiciously. "There's a button, here, just underneath, they all come with one...you have to turn it...then bingo, I'll be back to soft and placid," I said as I approached my cousin, my cock grasped in my hand. She started laughing. And as I posed for Rose over the next hour our relationship changed forever. As her hands flew across sheet after sheet of drawing paper she slowly morphed into someone else. The strange cousin, three years older than me, someone I'd always liked, who'd fascinated me even while cowing me with her energy and intelligence, became a woman I wanted to possess. And as she tossed sheet after sheet to the floor it soon became quite clear my dear cousin was only drawing my penis. "Shouldn't you try to draw my whole body?" I finally ventured. "Charlie are you the artist... or am I?" she muttered as she continued to paint. When she finally called a halt to our session I found I was exhausted and sank thankfully into the old sagging arm chair that sat in the corner of the room. Amazingly my cock had stayed hard almost the full hour I'd posed. "What are you going to do with them anyway?" I asked as Rosie collected the pictures from where they lay on the floor around the room. "I'm going to show them to Mr. Bloody Expert Crandall," she promised. "Tell him I got my boyfriend to pose for me before I fuc...," she said, only just managing to stop before finishing the comment which she just in time realized might not be appropriate. Especially given I was her cousin. "You're not going to show them to mom are you? Or tell anyone in your class whose?" "Why not? Who's going to be able to recognize you by your cock anyway my little cousin?" "Well..." "Would you like to look a them?" she asked, then dropped the pile of pictures of my cock into my lap. "Yuck...are you crazy?" I answered as I dropped them to the floor. "I think I did pretty well, especially given I'm supposedly not a representational painter," Rose said as she held up one of the pictures and studied it for a couple of seconds. "Yes, I think I captured it perfectly," she said proudly as she held a picture of my penis in front of my eyes. "Don't you have any pictures of naked women?" I grumbled. "No...and you're too young anyway," she answered but for just a sec her eyes had darted towards the desk in the far corner of the studio. "And you never answered my question about your girlfriend?" she asked, clearly trying to turn my attention away from something. "Answered what?" "Whether little Ellie May has seen it." We teased back and forth for a few minutes before I finally stood and then slowly pulled on my shirt and pants. And then, just after I took the first steps towards the ladder, Rose blurted out, "Thanks Charlie... you were a good sport and everything...you know, you are my favorite cousin... even if you are a hick." "I'm the only one you have," I said as I turned back to look at her. "Still" "She's seen it," I suddenly said, then turned again to go. She rushed after me! "She haaaaas?" she demanded as she ran in front of me and faced me. "Do you sleep with her?" I just smiled. "Charley! Was she your first?" "Would you like to do this again...I mean have me pose for you?" I asked, ignoring her questions completely. She looked at me for seconds before nodding her head. "Maybe...I mean if you want," she finally admitted shyly. "Next time you should try to get a little more of me into the picture," I teased as I slipped past her and started down the ladder from the loft. "Maybe if it wasn't so big I could," she said to my back as I walked towards the barn door. "Hey Charlie," she yelled just as I was about to disappear into the night, "does little Ellie Mae think it's too big?" "Her names Eleanor...not Ellie Mae," I yelled back as I walked towards the house. "Is she the only girl who's seen it?" were the last words I heard from my cousin that night. Except of course in my dreams. Where, for the first time, Rose became the lead player in an erotic fantasy that resulted in my spurting strand after strand of real creamy cum into her imaginary body. ***** Life went on. Mom went to work every day and Rose and I went to our respective schools. Yeah, there was something new between Rosie and I, an electricity just below the surface that was threatening to explode every time I saw her. That I knew she also felt. We saw it in each others eyes every time we ran into each other. Just waiting. But for days it stayed below the surface. In fact, it wasn't until at dinner almost a week later when mom inquired how it was going with Mr. Crandall that the subject arose again. "Oh I did some stuff he liked," Rose answered nonchalantly, then smiled innocently at me across the table. "You did? Pictures of people?" mom asked, surprised her niece had given up so easily. "Parts of people anyway," Rose answered her with a straight face. "He thought they were quite good," she added just as I felt her bare foot slide up my leg. "How nice dear. Can I see them?" mom asked. "They're at school...he wanted to keep them. Oh and by the way Auntie, it turns out he doesn't just want us to draw naked women." "That's nice," mom answered. Rose had stretched her leg and her foot was now strategically placed between my thighs. "Apparently he's homosexual...I think he'd prefer pictures of naked men," she said with a girlish giggle, then gave me a sweet smile. "You gave your pictures to a homosexual?" I gasped. "A lot of these artistic types are gay Charles, there's nothing wrong with that, its perfectly normal," mom instructed. "Christ, no wonder Rosie never has a date," I muttered. "I have all the dates I want my little high school cousin," Rose said angrily, then flicked her foot and gave me a good shot in the nuts before pulling it away. ***** Two days later, on a Saturday, when mom had driven over to visit a friend in Memphis for the day, I climbed the ladder into Rosie's studio. "What do you want?" "I didn't know you were here," I said, acting surprised. "I thought you were gone," I lied. "What, you wanted to get your pictures? I told you, I gave them to Mr. Crandall." "I was going to look for the naked woman ones," I said with a leer. "There aren't any Charles," she denied but her eyes again betrayed her when they quickly glanced towards the desk. I also couldn't help but notice she'd tacked one of my penis pics right above her desk. I sat down in the comfy, saggy armchair in the opposite corner. "You didn't give him that one," I said, pointing across the room. "I'm working," she said. "Representational or abstract?" I asked as I sat back in the chair as if I was ready to spend the afternoon. "I'm busy Charlie." "Can I watch?" She didn't say anything for the next five minutes as she worked on her painting. From where I was sitting I could only see Rose and not the work she was creating. I simply said nothing, content to wait her out. "Well, do you want to pose?" she finally asked impatiently. "Do you want me to?" "Well...I did have an idea for a picture...you, posed in the light, a farmers straw hat on your head..." she admitted. "Naked?" I interrupted. "I saw it as...yes...but if you don't want to," she stammered, "I mean I could put you in overalls. It's just that" "Hey its okay, I'll do it." She knew I wanted to show it and I knew she wanted me naked. I quickly shucked my shirt and shorts and then let her lead me to the open double doors where she posed me in a shaft of sunlight that was flooding in through them. "I should pose you with a pitchfork of hay in hand," she said smiling, clearly happy I was there. "Yeah right, naked farmer in the hayloft, real realistic cuz," I teased, loving the feel of her eyes on me. "With an erection again," Rosie mocked complained. "Maybe I should hang some hay from it." "Ha, ha. And the erections not my fault." "Then whose fault is it?" "Guess," I challenged but she turned back to the easel and started to draw as a blush spread on her cheeks. She called a halt after thirty minutes and then offered to go and get some Cokes for us from the kitchen. Of course I started my investigation the second she'd disappeared down the ladder and was sitting in the armchair flipping through one of the drawing pads I'd grabbed from her desk when she returned five minutes later. "Those are private," Rose said, an angry look in her eyes as she stopped four feet from where I sat in the armchair. I stood and took a Coke from her hand, then walked towards the open doors and held the pad up to the light and peered dubiously at the drawing in front of me. Then scowled. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, her curiosity at my reaction to her art overcoming her anger. "God, I hope the pictures you do of me are better than this. Is this meant to be a woman's..." I let the word stay unsaid, for even though I'd posed naked for Rosie I was uncomfortable using that word in front of her. Or any of the other words I could think of for it. The ones me and my friends might snicker at in the locker room but never say in front of a girl. Rosie quickly proved she had no such hesitation. Candy Cane Cocked Cousin...and Mom "Pussy? Beaver? Box? Vagina? Cunt? Is that what you're trying to say?" She asked angrily. For a second I thought it might be preferable to just jump out the hayloft doors to the ground below and escape into the fields beyond. "What's wrong with it anyway?" she demanded as she grabbed the pad from my hands and started to flip through the pages. "Well, they're sorta half woman and half animal. And you made it look sorta flower like," I said as I looked dubiously at the gaping, bright pink, petal like layers of skin that sat in a thick triangular pelt of black fur. "It looks like fur, it could be a monkey's..." I protested. "That's hair Charlie! A woman's pubic hair," she almost yelled. "But women don't ...okay sure they can grow hair down there...but jeeze Rose, not like that," I protested, trying to compare this picture to the image of the smooth mound of my girlfriend I had in my head. "Are you nuts? I thought you said you've slept with Ellie Mae...you must have seen.." But then she stopped in mid sentence, sudden understanding clear in her dark eyes. "She's shaved, isn't she?" she asked. Blushing I just mumbled a couple of incomprehensible words. "Completely?" I just nodded my head in confirmation. "You've never seen an unshaved woman have you?" "Well" "What about the other girls you've dated...magazines...Christ, the internet Charlie?" "Not like that," I insisted as I stared at the picture. "And anyway, the rest of it doesn't look right either. You've made it look like a bloody flower...it should be smoother. It's like you've drawn a couple of sets of lips between her legs." "But...but..." Rose started, clearly dumbfounded. "And what's this?" I added triumphantly as I pointed at the bright red bud that seemed to be sticking out of the top of this strange monkey woman's sex. "It's a clitoris Charlie...you have heard of them haven't you. The schools of Tennessee do have sex education courses don't they?" she asked and then waited for my response. "They mentioned them," I started tentatively, while actually having no memory of them at all ever in class. "But I can't remember exactly what they said...and anyway, not all girls have them," I said confidently. "What are they for anyway?" "Not all girls have them?" my cousin croaked. "What are they for?" "Ellie doesn't have one," I insisted, pretty sure I couldn't have missed it if she did. Rose actually took five deep breaths before she continued. "Charlie, I know men aren't the most observant beings God put on earth nor do I want to pry into your love life with Miss Bald Tennessee but how closely have you looked?" "Well," I said offhandedly, "I mean I don't stick my head between her legs or anything but I'm pretty sure" "What about cunnilingus Charlie?" "We don't usually use that word down here Rose," I answered, not recognizing the word but sure I didn't like the sound of it. "ORAL... SEX," Rose said loudly and slowly. "What about it? I mean what's that got to do with this clittery thing?" I asked. My cock was suddenly hard again as I thought of the feel of Ellie's lips around my cock. "You know, when you lie down between your girlfriend's legs and bring your tongue to her slit and lick..." "That's not oral sex! That's disgusting!" "You've never gone down on Ellie?" I was getting redder and more embarrassed by the second, then finally just blurted out, "It's against the law in Tennessee." "Eating pussy is against the law in Tennessee?" she demanded, both incredulity and amusement reflected in her face. "The whole Southeast," I insisted, then added wanting to escape the conversation, "Lets get back to work, we can talk about this later." "Somebody's definitely going to have to have a talk with you my boy," Rose said as she moved towards her easel. "You're going to be going to College next year for crying out loud. Not everyone has one...sweet jaysus..." Irritated by her manner I shot back, "Well the drawing still isn't very good, no matter what you say about that thing. If those are some of your semi abstract things, no wonder your Mr. Crandall thought you had to get back to basics and learn to draw." For minutes Rose didn't say anything, instead seemed to be almost attacking the canvas with her paint laden brushes. As I watched her hands as they slashed through the air I was pretty confident this picture wasn't going to end up looking much like me. "Charlie," she finally said after looking up and staring at me almost pityingly for twenty seconds. I didn't like the look in her eyes. "Uh huh," I said with a false grin on my face. "It was a self portrait. All of them were." "A self portrait of who?" I asked stupidly just as the import of her words struck me. I tried to save myself by asking, "But it's an abstract self portrait right?" "No." We were quiet for the next five minutes, then Rose suddenly ended the session. "Are you angry at me?" I asked tentatively. "I have a headache Mr. Lyte," my cousin answered, and in doing so became the first member of the female species to use that particular line on me. Dressed and moving slowly towards the ladder two minutes later, I turned back and said, "I know you're a little mad at me...but I was thinking...would you do a favor for me Rose?" "A favor? For you?" she hissed. "For mom really...Christmas is coming up and I thought it'd be nice if you drew a portrait of mom and me as a Christmas present....I mean I'll be gone next year, it'd be nice." Rose didn't answer immediately so I rushed on. "I'd prefer one where you recognize us...you know, not abstract or anything weird," then quickly added when I saw a scowl start to spread on her face. "I'll pay you...it'll be your first commission." "A naked portrait?" "What!" "A picture of you and your mom naked, is that what you want?" "You're fucking sick," I raged, then turned and left. She's a pervert, a sick pervert I thought to myself later that night as I stroked my penis to the memory of the heavily pelted mound and the throbbing crimson clit I'd seen in my cousins painting that afternoon. There's no way it looks like that I kept saying to myself as I pumped. And I couldn't stop myself from remembering her last words about mom. ***** "I'm sorry." "What do you want," I answered belligerently to my cousin who stood just inside my bedroom doorway. We hadn't really talked in the four days since our afternoon encounter. Even mom had commented on our lack of conversation at dinner that night. "I'm the adult, I should know better," she started. "It's not your fault you don't know anything about women." Seeing the frown starting to form on my lips she started to laugh. "I know lots," I growled. "Maybe I'm not the best at apologies but you're still my favorite cousin...and cute," she said, then came over and gave me a big hug. "You're only one," I grumbled while trying to keep the elation I felt from showing. "I'll do your portrait... with your clothes on," she said. "You will?" "For my favorite cousin and my favorite aunt...one each," she promised. "I can pay." "Your moms will be a classic portrait, a mother and her loving son, dressed in their Sunday best, smiling from the porch of their idyllic home in the Tennessee hills, a cow behind them, they'll..." "And mine?" I asked, interrupting her attempt to get a rise out of me. "Well, the two of you might be naked in that one," she said, an evil grin now firmly planted on her face " The boys big cock, seemingly always fully erect, pointing at his mom, luring her..." "Shut up," I ordered, then pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "Are we friends again? I missed you Charlie," my cousin whispered softly into my ear. "I didn't." "Ha!" Rose said as she escaped my arms. "Moms going out Friday night...if you want to start then," I offered. "What about little Ellie Mae?" my cousin teased but I knew she wasn't going to miss it for anything. "You still haven't told me what the portrait is going to cost," I said, ignoring her barb. "Yours is free...you're going to have to do a favor for me for your moms though." "What favor?" "You'll see," Rose answered, then went out the door only to reappear a second later with a rolled up painting in her hand which she offered me. "What is it?" "A little present for my favorite cousin. You can consider it lesson number one in Rose's Woman's Studies course for her backwoods cousin." "Ha, ha," I said as I slowly unrolled the canvas. "Whose are they?" I finally asked after I'd stared at the painting for second after second. "I only do self portraits Charley," Rose said as she danced out the door. For minutes I continued staring at the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. Round and full...sitting proudly on the page...a pair of puffed up, dark nipples pointing slightly upward and outward...a blue vein shimmering under the translucent milky skin...perfect handfuls that... In my dreams that night I ran my cock repeatedly between them...then splashed cum into Rosie's laughing mouth. **** "What's that," I asked about seven-thirty Friday night when I poked my head over the edge of the loft and saw Rosie organizing a pile of stuff on her desk. "A Japanese cock mold," she answered without looking up. She had a sly smile on her lips though. "A cock mold?" I asked dubiously as I walked over to where she stood. "What do you do with it?" I added as I looked over her shoulder and saw she was mixing some sort of evil smelling concoction in a bowl. "Well, I take this stuff, then, when it has the right consistency mind, I slather it over and around your erect penis and balls until they're covered completely..." "Nooo way...not a chance," I promised. "It's a Japanese technique Charley," she said with a straight face. "Apparently it gives a man an incredible orgasm." "It does? How?" I asked, pretty sure Rose was pulling my leg, but still, you could never be sure about Asians, I'd heard they had some weird sexual practices. "Well you attach the two wires through small holes...and then when you turn the battery on..." "Bullshit." But still, eventually I let her finally talk me into it. "It's for a couple of girls at school...they're working on a Christmas project," she'd finally admitted. "And they need a mold of my cock?" I demanded. "They're lesbians. And they couldn't get anyone else at school to do it. I told them I had the perfect cock for the job." "You told them you were going to get them a mold of your cousin's cock?" "Don't be silly! I told them I'd met this cowboy in a bar last weekend who had the most beautiful penis I'd ever seen. And that he was incredible in bed. That it was just the right size for their special, secret project." "What's their project anyway?" I asked her, my curiosity definitely aroused. Does she really think I have a beautiful penis I wondered to myself? "It's a secret. Even Mr. Crandall doesn't know." "But," I started to object but then said nothing as Rosie undid the belt of my jeans and then lowered my zipper. Already hard, I popped out and up against my stomach after my jeans had been quickly pushed down my legs. Rosie then directed me to the armchair where she had me sit on a towel she'd placed on it earlier. While her right hand slowly stirred the contents of the pot the palm of her other hand circled my cock. Fuck...my cousin Rosie was touching my penis! "It's big tonight," she said softly as her hand moved slowly up my shaft. "Gosh Rosie...please! I don't think we should," were the words I got out before a first handful of the mucky sludge was applied to my trembling shaft. "Oh fuck," I groaned, "you're sure it won't hurt it?" "It won't do anything Charlie...I promise. Do you think I'd do anything to hurt my favorite cousin?" "It depends," I said, not at all confident of my cousin. "Remember, your penis has to stay hard until it sets...and don't cum," she ordered as she finished 'molding' me. "How long? There's no way I can stay hard with this crap on my cock. It feels icky." "Pretend it's Ellie Mae...that you're inside your little sweetie," Rose teased, clearly enjoying my predicament. "She doesn't feel or smell like mud," I complained. "I'm already starting to soften." "You are?" Rosie challenged, then quickly lifted her black t-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra! Twenty-five minutes later Rosie carefully removed the cast from my cock, a cock that had never wavered from rock hard attention. Fucking tits you could die for! "You better go get cleaned up...just in case it was toxic," Rosie cautioned with a smirk when she'd finally got the mold off me and had placed it in the straw lined box she'd prepared for it. "Toxic...fuck Rosie, if anything happens," I yelled as I leapt from the chair and then threw myself down the ladder and exploded across the floor of the barn and raced towards the house. **** Rosie had the easel set up and her paint tubes arrayed and ready when I reappeared showered and dressed twenty minutes later. She had her back to me but she was definitely naked. "Where are your clothes?" I asked nervously as I wandered towards the spot that she'd lit with two small spotlights and was clearly where she wanted me to stand. I slowly moved to lower the zipper on the shorts I'd put on after washing. "You can leave them on...I'm just going to do some preliminary sketches...for the portrait," Rose instructed. Almost hidden behind the easel and with her long hair hanging in front and down and over her chest I couldn't see much. I just got quick tantalizing views of part of a breast when she moved to the edge of the easel to get a better look at her subject. Still, I was able to quickly confirm that Rose Williams was not shaven. In fact she was hairy! "You're naked," I protested. "Well look to the side then if it offends you, I want to catch your profile anyway," Rose ordered. "But," I started to protest, not wanting to miss anything, but stopped when my eyes saw the full length portrait on the wall. "Where'd that come from," I asked as I tried to peer through the bright lights at the picture. "Don't move," she demanded too late as I stepped out of the light and moved towards the wall. "Mom?" I asked incredulously when I recognized the nude woman who was the subject of the portrait. "But how? Did she pose?" I asked as my eyes devoured my mother's naked body. "I shouldn't be looking at her...its not..." I stammered, unable to tear my eyes from the picture. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" I heard whispered in my ear. "She's my mom," I said as I felt the blood flood into my penis. "It's just a drawing of a beautiful woman Charlie...no big deal," Rose said nonchalantly as she leaned her naked body against me. "I shouldn't look at it," I said but made no attempt to move. "Do you ever dream of her?" Rose whispered. "What do you mean? No, of course not." I denied. "I don't really much like that guy she's sleeping with now," Rose added. "What guy? Mom's not sleeping with anybody...she's a mother...she's head of the library. Who do you think she's sleeping with? Not the cop?" I demanded, thinking of the guy she'd been dating on and off for the last year. "Of course the cop. Who else do you think she was sleeping with? I don't think he really satisfies her though." "Mom's having sex with somebody?" I finally replied. "Charlie, your mom's thirty-six, beautiful, highly sexed...of course she's having sex." "Highly sexed? Mom? How do you know?" "We've talked Charlie, woman talk," Rose said exasperatingly and then as the questions pored from my lips refused to say anything more, only, "Ask your mom." Yeah right I thought to myself. "I think that's enough painting for tonight," Rose said and then turned back towards her easel and started to clean up. This snapped my attention back from mom's picture to Rosie's rear end -- her naked rear end. I'd almost forgotten. "Already?" I was definitely in no hurry to leave now. I watched as she carried her paints over to the desk. Watched her tight butt as she leaned over the desk. "Could you carry the armchair and put it under the lights please Charlie?" "Why, are you going to paint me in the chair?" I asked as I followed her orders. "Here?" I asked. "Yup, that's fine, thanks," Rose answered as she walked over and then sat down in the chair. Her breasts were bare, uncovered now as she flicked her hair backward. I tried to peer between her tightly shut thighs. "Should I do something?" "Yes, come here." Rosie answered. "Why?" I asked nervously as I walked almost zombie like towards her. "Kneel down...in front of me...right there," she said as she indicated a spot between her knees which she'd just spread. "Kneel?" I asked as I knelt in front of her. I could see the picture of my naked mother over her shoulder when I looked up. My cock was throbbing. "Lift my leg up on the arm of the chair," Rose directed. "Like that?" I asked when I'd taken her left leg and lifted it over the upholstered arm of the chair. She wriggled her bottom closer to the edge of the seat...closer to my gaping eyes. "The other one too," she said and then smiled when I placed her other leg over the other arm of the chair. She was split and open, the engorged pink lips of her pussy highlighted by the black pubic hair that surrounded it. It looked a hell of a lot like the pictures I'd seen the other night. "Recognize anything?" Rosie asked. "Sorta," I admitted as my head moved even closer to my cousin's gaping sex. "Do you see it?" Rose asked. When I shook my head no she reached for my hands and placed them on each side and just above her slit. "Move your fingers like this," she said as she directed them like a puppet master might. I slowly uncloaked the crimson bud. "I see it," I whispered almost reverentially. "Now eat me Charley," Rose instructed. And so I ate my cousin. I tasted a woman's sex for the first time. Tentative at first. Unsure. A quick lick up and down her channel, much as I'd sample a new food before chowing down. Rose didn't say much at first, instead let me simply explore. Then as I grew more confident, as her sexual aroma flew into my brain and ignited some heretofore unknown chemical response in my brain, as the taste of her sex aroused every taste bud in my mouth, she slowly led me. Her hands were suddenly on the back of my head, both holding me to her as well as subtly repositioning me. A whispered, "yes...oh yes Charlie," rewarded a successful kiss or lick or suck, a, "no, not like that...yes better," met less pleasing moves. Attuned to every word and sound she made, to every touch, I quickly mastered her needs, understood exactly what made her tick. And then suddenly the instructions stopped, replaced instead by a moaning, desperate woman who bucked under my teenage tongue, seemingly trying to throw me off even as she held my head against her in an iron like grip. And then the spasms started, started deep inside her and then rushed up her channel, pushing her orgasm up in liquid waves that crashed against my lapping tongue. "That was cunnilingis?" I finally asked my panting cousin as I sat looking up at her from between her legs. "Yes Charlie." "So we broke the law." "A couple of them," my cousin answered, slowly recovering, a grin starting to grow on her face. "Don't ever tell anyone I did that," I mock ordered. "Not even Miss Ellie Mae," she teased. "Especially not her." "So, did you like it?" "It was okay," I answered with a shrug. "What about your mom? I think she was watching," she said as she flicked her head towards the picture on the wall. "What about her?" "Would you like to eat her?" Rose asked as she moved her left leg from the arm of the chair and repositioned her foot so it rested between my legs. Candy Cane Cocked Cousin...and Mom "No...of course not...never," I denied as my cousin ran her foot and toes up and down my shaft. But we didn't go any farther that night. We were both spent. Emotionally and physically. We both knew where we were going...what was going to happen...that there would be more. In my dreams that night I dined between the legs of a funny, dark haired girl from Chicago. And then I ate my mom for dessert! ***** I looked at my mom differently the next couple of days. I couldn't help it. Like me she was a tall athletic blond who, if Rosie's picture of her was accurate, had slightly smaller but more pointed breasts than my cousins. Nipples that were puffier and pinker...and tight blond curls that did little to hide her pink insides... Her sex was less exorbitant than her niece's but still featured a deep pink richness to the engorged lips (according to Rosie's picture anyway) that lured me in a way Ellie May's never had. She and Rosie dominated my dreams in those first couple of weeks of December. But with me busy with exams and Rosie busy at school we didn't get many chances to be alone in the studio in those weeks leading up to Christmas. We had a couple of quick sessions up in her atelier but both of us stayed dressed as she made rapid sketches of me in various positions. She also photographed me naked from every angle one afternoon but her serious working mien quickly discouraged my attempts to turn the subject to sex. She also refused in those weeks to allow me to see the two portraits; simply rebuffed every attempt on my part to see them with a, "They're Christmas presents. I want them to be a surprise." ***** The desk was sitting exactly in the middle of the room when I poked my head up into her space on the eighteenth of December, a Tuesday. Only a week away from Christmas, school was finally out for both of us and with mom still working we'd arranged to spend the day in the studio to allow Rosie to put the finishing touches to her portraits. One of Rosie's spotlights shone brightly down on what I took to be three candles that formed a perfect triangle on the desk. A flat, rectangular, gaily wrapped box lay at the centre of the geometric formation. Three long, thin boxes, clearly for the three candles, were piled on the edge of the desk. "What, you're into witchcraft now?" I asked as I approached the centre of the room. They weren't candles! Which I quickly discovered when I lifted one from the desk. "Tennessee Titans?" I asked as I recognized the logo of our favorite team on the smooth blue shaft of fired and painted ceramic. "The Vols?" I asked as I put the blue one back and took hold of the orange one on which I immediately recognized the face of Smokey, the Vols mascot. And then it slowly seeped into my head that I wasn't holding a candle... then I opened my hand to release.... "Charley!" Rose shrieked as she lunged to grab the painted glassy cock I'd let slip through my fingers. "They're worth two hundred bucks each," she admonished as she gingerly put it back in its place on the desk. "That was the project? To make Tennessee Titan and University of Tennessee Volunteer glass penises?" I demanded angrily. "Uh huh," my cuz answered proudly. "Who is going to pay two hundred dollars for one of those?" "We've sold all hundred and fifty of them." "Who has? I thought it was those two lesbians...what do you have to do with it?" "I helped with the painting...and provided the cock...so of course I'm a full partner and share in the profits." If you're not an American or haven't been exposed to the rabid collecting habits of football fans you might find it hard to accept that it would be easy to sell one hundred and fifty ceramic penises painted in team colors. I had no such difficulty once I'd absorbed the idea. Football fans in Tennessee will buy any product that sports the team colors and logo. Shit they would have been able to sell ten thousand each of them. Heck, even my mom, a rabid fan of both teams, had a wall unit in the den full of footballs and bobble heads and team hats and... "Oh no you don't, no effing way," I ordered when I realized what Rosie was going to do with the two painted penises. "What?" she asked innocently. "You are not giving mom my penis for Christmas," I insisted. My cousin just smiled demurely as she repacked them into the specially prepared boxes. Boxes she'd already wrapped in team logo'd Christmas wrapping paper. "This ones mine," Rosie said as she picked up the third glass cock and slowly pushed it back and forth through her palm. The shaft of the penis was painted so it resembled a rattlesnake. My face was painted on the cockhead! "That's not right," I complained as I watched her lift the top off the larger box which had been sitting inside of the triangle. Then couldn't help asking, "What are those?" as she set her glass snake prick among what looked like candy canes. "Candy canes cocks Charlie." "Like the other ones?" I asked even though I could see they were different. "Oh no cousin, these ones are fully functional," she answered with a wicked grin as she lifted a red and white striped cock from the box. "Fully functional?" "Uh huh," she said, then slowly ran her tongue the full length of the cock before popping the head between her lips. She explained later that she and the girls had poured a latex/plastic mix into the cock mold after they'd finished doing the glass ones. And then Rose had painted the half dozen produced so they looked like candy canes. "Maybe we should get back to work now Rosie. Aren't you going to paint me today?" "Later Charlie," Rose said and then ran her moist tongue again up the candy cane cock, then added, "go over and sit in the chair Charlie". "The chair?" I asked stupidly as I walked towards it. "Take off your pants first," she said as I went to sit down. And then it was her turn to kneel between my legs once I was positioned with my legs up on the armrests. And then my cock was suddenly engulfed between two red lips and welcomed by a saliva coated tongue that danced up and down my shaft. It took me about three seconds to realize that Eleanor (my Ellie May as Rose called her), and my cousin had gone to completely different oral sex academies. Unlike my girlfriend, who never got more than my cockhead between her lips, and who absolutely refused to let me cum in her mouth, Rose seemed quite happy to take the penis completely into her mouth. To swallow! To do things with her tongue that was so fine that I could almost convince myself there was no need for a woman to have a vagina. I was groaning, thrashing in the chair, my two hands full of my cousin's long mane, almost mindlessly fucking her face, when she pulled back from me and left my saliva coated penis bucking in the air. "Christ Rosie...pleassssse," I pled as one of her hands reached out and circled me. "Make love to me Charlie...please...now...hurry....fuck me," my cousin demanded as she slid to her back on the straw covered floor, pulling me after her by simply keeping hold of my sticky penis. She was pantyless under the painting smock she wore and her sex was engorged and glistening with moisture when I urgently pushed the thin shift up above her waist and bared her. She pulled my penis to her slit and rubbed it lightly against her clitoris before I urgently pushed into her and filled her. We didn't talk as we fucked! Our lips were locked together, her hard nippled breasts rough against my chest as my hips pumped my straining shaft deep inside her welcoming, lubricated sheathe. It was better than anything I'd ever done. It wasn't that it lasted that long, hell, I was so far gone from having being in her mouth that it seemed like only seconds before my penis blasted out strand after strand of cum inside her clenching center. What makes one girl better than another? What made Rosie so different than Ellie May or the other two girls I'd had sex with before. Love? Or simply fit? Or state of mind? It doesn't really matter. Once you've experienced it you know that you've found it and you never want to lose it. We both knew two minutes after my cock had slipped inside her cunt that we were made for each other. She was slippery but still tight when we started up again, grunting urgently, her need obvious with every deep thrust I made. With her legs locked around my back I sent another load of cum gushing inside her again orgasming center. Then I turned her over on her stomach and took her like a stallion might a compliant mare... Insatiable, the two of us used the other until the sun fell... **** Mom had to work the next three days so Rosie and I had those days together. As soon as mom would leave for work she would rush into my bedroom naked, then wake me with her mouth. Suck me to hardness and then mount me, sitting perched on my rampant pole as her mane of black hair tumbled onto my stomach. Then ride me, yelling like a cowboy as she lifted herself up and down. There was no need of quiet as we fucked. We were alone and far from our nearest neighbor. Nor was there any shyness left between us. She knew I loved her and I knew she reciprocated completely. We were prepared to try anything and did. "Fuck my tits," she'd encourage and I would. "I want you to swallow me...drink my sperm," I'd ask and laughing she'd comply. Then she'd push my cum back into my mouth as we kissed and make me taste myself. "Eat me," she'd order as she held my head between her legs. "No ones ever had my bum...I'm a virgin," she offered as she leaned over and opened herself. And on and on for three days, and then we even continued all weekend although we were more careful with mom around. But through it all Rosie continually raised the subject of mom. Even as we made love she'd whisper her name. "She needs a man like you," she'd encourage, "we both do." "I can't, I'm her son." "A man to finally make her happy...she's never been fucked like this," she'd say as I pumped between her clenching thighs. "How do you know?" I'd protest. "We've talked Charlie, I know," she'd insist. "Don't you love me? Why do you want me to be with" "You know I love you...only you," she interrupted. "But don't you want to? The three of us. Together." "Want to what?" I delayed not wanting to admit what we both knew was true. "Make love to your mom...to fuck her," she demanded just as my sperm was hurtling up my prick. "Of course you do," she insisted later as we lay in each others arms. And I did! The days passed...soon Christmas had arrived... **** We all awoke quite late on Christmas morning -- we were all past that childhood need to rise at dawn and sneak down to the living room where the presents awaited. It was finally moms call up the stairs at about ten thirty, her, "Hey you guys. Santa came last night," that woke me. I then heard, "Wake up sleepyhead," whispered in my ear. "Rosie, Christ, what are you doing here?" I squealed through the curtain of soft hair that covered me. "I love you," she said and then I felt her tongue lick over my left nipple and then down across my stomach. "Stop...mom might come up...please Rosie...its Christmas," I pled as her tongue reached my growing member. "Someone's certainly in a rush to get up," my cousin giggled, then slipped her lips over 'him'. I finally escaped my little cousin and rushed naked, and still hard, to the can where after peeing through my hardness I entered the shower after shouting down to mom I'd be there in a few minutes. "Wake up your cousin," mom yelled back just as I turned the water on. But no need to wake Rose, seconds later she slid the curtain aside and joined me under the warm spray. She gently washed my penis, lathering his length as I whispered that we didn't have time. Still she slipped it up inside herself while she rubbed her soapy breasts against my chest, and then didn't release me until I'd spurted inside her. "Give him to your mom tonight...a perfect Christmas present," Rosie said as she toweled me dry. When we finally got downstairs we ate the full breakfast that mom had prepared, the bacon and eggs, the toast, the juice and coffee, but even at our ages an eager anticipation to see our presents soon drove us into our family room where the lighted tree was surrounded by piles of brightly packaged gifts. It sat in the corner, a four by six foot brightly papered canvas that continued to draw both moms and my eye as we opened the presents around the tree. Soon two brightly wrapped boxes were among the only things unopened when mom inquiringly reached for one. "To Aunt Bridget, love Rose," mom read as she started to unwrap it. "No...Wait, this first," Rosie insisted as she grabbed the present from mom's hand and then went and got the painting. "Commissioned by your son," Rose announced as she handed mom the present. I hadn't seen the finished painting before; in fact Rose had kept it under wraps almost from the start. So the unveiling was as much of a surprise to me as it was to mom. I think we were both shocked as we stared at it open mouthed when it was finally uncovered. It wasn't simply that it was so well painted, that it was technically good, no, it was more how Rose had painted us. Somehow she'd captured the elemental love that existed between two human beings. It would be impossible for any viewer of the canvas not to sense how important the two people were to each other. It was a drawing of two people in love. Mom started to cry. Then she pulled Rose to her chest and engulfed her in her arms as the tears coursed down her cheeks and she repeatedly whispered, "Oh sweetie...oh honey," in an unmistakable litany of praise. "He is an ass," mom said when she'd finally pulled back from her niece and was wiping the tears from her cheek. "Who is?" Rose asked, her beaming, tear streaked face reflecting her happiness. "That jerk who said you couldn't paint honey," mom said as she hugged Rosie again. "Hey, what about me, don't I get a hug?" I finally demanded. "You're nice too," mom conceded as she continued to hold Rosie. "So I'm a pretty good niece eh?" Rose asked mom when they'd finally broken apart. Then added as she picked up the two colorful boxes from next to the tree, "And you're pretty happy I came to live with you?" "Of course we are...aren't we Charlie?" "I'm not so sure mom," I said, knowing what was coming next. "I have two more little presents for you Aunt Bridget," Rose said shyly, "hand made." "Oh honey, you've already done so much," mom answered as she took one of the offered boxes. I wanted to close my eyes. Mom happened to open the Tennessee Titan one first and as she pulled the gleaming cylinder from the straw in which it lay a smile grew on her face. "A Titan candle?" she asked as her hand lifted the blue cock and held it up. The palm of one hand was cupping the testicle sac as she ran the fingers of her other hand up the shaft. "I've never seen one like this before." I shut up and tried to disappear deeper into the cushions of the couch as I watched the scene unfold. "We manufactured it at school...I painted it...then we fired it," Rosie said with a straight face. "It's a limited edition, after we finished we threw away the mold," my cousin explained as she winked over at me. "Its ceramic then?" mom asked. "It's more decorative than functional auntie, you can't really use it...it'd be dangerous," Rose said slyly. "It'll look perfect in my display case," mom said as her moving hand stopped at the ridge that separated the smooth shaft and its head. When she turned it so that the end of it faced her you could clearly see the Titan logo with the blue T surrounded by three red stars and with a tail of flames shooting out behind. The flames shot halfway down the cock. How long before mom recognized it for what it really was? Before a bright red blush spread across her cheeks? It was definitely more than a minute but how much more I can't say. But I did see the sudden recognition that registered in her eyes from halfway across the room and then I simply pretended ignorance as I continued to look at mom and Rosie with a pleasant interested smile. "ROSIE! You...you..." ma sputtered, but then started to giggle. But it had been close for a second. I'd seen a variety of responses flash across her face before she'd settled on taking it as a joke. Only Rosie could ever have gotten away with it I thought as I watched them laughing. I kept my face neutral. "Were you involved in this?" Mom suddenly asked as she shot me a penetrating glance. "In what? Candles? That's girl stuff," I declaimed as I tried to look innocent. "It certainly is girl stuff," Rosie interjected as the two of them both broke into another round of laughter. "There's one more," she said to mom after they'd regained some of their composure, smiling slyly as she reached out with the other box. "Hold this," mom ordered as she handed me the Titan cock and took the second package from Rosie. "Yuck, this is a ..." I said as mom tore at the paper on the other package. "Yes Charlie, it seems your sweet little innocent cousin from Chicago is fashioning Tennessee Titan penises in her spare time." "It's disgusting," I protested as I tried to hand it back to Rose. Mom pulled the bright orange Tennessee Volunteer cock out of the box as I talked, the cockhead of which featured a picture of Smokey, the Volunteer mascot, with his tongue hanging out. More laughing ensued. I pretended to be shocked. The last present left under the tree happened to be one of the candy cane cocks. Rosie had hidden it out of sight and produced it at the last second, then pretended to read the card and then announced to mom it was a present from her favorite cousin Charlie. "What'd you give Rosie honey?" mom asked as she watched her niece's hands tear at the wrapping paper. "I had absolutely nothing to do with that," I declaimed as she pulled it from its box. "I'm pretty sure this one is fully functional Aunt Bridget," Rosie announced as she ran her fingers up and down the red and white striped plastic shaft. "You're so sweet Charlie," she added, then came over and hugged me. Beet red, I quickly fled from the room after mumbling that I was off to see Eleanor and wouldn't be back until dinner. "Did you give Ellie May a candy cane too Charlie," I heard my cousin call after me, then heard both mom and Rose burst into laughter. I was teased at dinner! And the centerpiece of our Christmas table featured the two 'cock candles' at each end of a sprig of Spruce needles upon which rested the colorful candy cane cock. How Rosie had convinced my heretofore rather conservative mother, at least in my experience, to loosen up enough to allow it was beyond me. But that was Rosie for you! Mom's Christmas turkey and trimmings were as usual the best meal of the year and for the first time in memory wine was served with it. "Well you're almost ready to go to college for gosh sakes," mom said when she saw my surprised, questioning look. "And we don't want Rose to think we're unsophisticated hicks do we?" she added as she smiled over at my cousin. We moved to the family room after dinner, then, the three of us nestled on the sofa, we spent the evening listening to carols and then watched a holiday movie. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed," Rosie finally announced sometime after eleven, then jumped up from the sofa. The evening had flown by. "I love you Bridget," she said as she bent down and kissed mom. "Bridget?" I asked. "Well it is my name Charlie," mom answered, "and gosh I don't want my Rosie calling me Auntie for the rest of my life. Besides it makes me feel old." "So maybe I should too. Briiiidgeeeet," I said slowly, as if tasting mom's name for the first time. Candy Cane Cocked Cousin...and Mom "Oh no you don't! You're still my little baby boy and don't you forget it," mom admonished playfully as she hugged me to her chest. "Hey," I yelled to Rosie who'd backed almost to the family room door, "doesn't your favorite cousin get a Christmas kiss too?" In answer Rosie simply looked up to the mistletoe that was hanging from the top of the doorframe and then looked back at me with a question in her eyes. Mom watched silently as, after getting up from the sofa, I took Rosie into my arms, as I bent her over backwards and then theatrically brought her supported head towards mine. She watched as what I had planned to be a mock film kiss turned into something else. Turned into a passionate embrace that a blind man could have seen for what it was. When we finally broke apart my cousin whispered, "Your mom loves you Charlie," then turned and fled towards the stairs leading to her bedroom upstairs. "I guess we'd all better head for bed," mom said as she rose from the sofa and walked towards me, "It's getting pretty late." "Merry Christmas mom, I love you," I said as we stood inches apart in the doorway, under the mistletoe. "I love you too Charlie," my mother said as she encircled me in her arms and hugged me. Our lips met! Of course we'd kissed a thousand times in our lifetimes, hugged a thousand thousand times. But as we embraced this time we both knew this was different. Knew as our tongues slipped between our lips and explored the others. She knew as she felt my cock harden against her stomach. I knew as her nipples hardened against my chest. We finally broke apart, then looked deeply into each others eyes with no regret or shame, both of us knowing how easy it would be to take the final step. "I better go to bed," mom finally whispered as she slowly backed away from me. "I love you mom." "Me too honey," my mother answered as she turned to go. **** I waited ten minutes before following mom upstairs. Cursed myself for my lack of courage. I even thought of going to see Rosie for either solace or encouragement. Eventually I went upstairs but uncharacteristically went and had a shower. When I'd finished my shower and had toweled off I spent a couple of extra minutes in the bathroom combing my hair, then shaved and dabbed on deodorant and after shave, something I'd never normally do before bed. Moms room was to the right and down the hall towards the front of the house as you left the bathroom, mine was to the left. Dressed only in a towel I hovered uncertainly for seconds in the bathroom doorway, wanting to turn right even though I knew I'd never have the nerve. A sliver of light that was escaping from Mom's partly open bedroom door dimly illuminated the hall. Maybe I should go in and say goodnight, I tried to convince myself as I turned my head first left, then right, then... then I saw the bright white envelope lying on the floor outside my door, an envelope which immediately drew me back towards my room. It was from Rosie of course as I discovered when I pulled a hand painted Christmas card from the envelope, a card unlike any you'd find in a store. Three naked figures, clearly mom, Rosie and I, the women smiling and with a candy cane in their hands, me with a huge erection, all of us standing in a snow covered forest glade, a single star shining in the background. Opening it the message read: Charlie, I love you so much...coming to live with you and your mom was the best thing that ever happened to me. p.s. I thought your mom might like one of your candy canes...so I left one under her pillow...with a note on it that explained who the model for it was...night, luv u, merry xmas, hope you're not mad, your rose Maybe she hasn't found it yet I yelled to myself as I dropped the card and hurdled myself towards the door and then down the hall towards mom's room, just getting control of myself as I pulled myself to a stop in front of her door. I tried to peer in, then softly pushed the door so that it was about one third open and I could see the bed. Mom had already found her candy cane! She was on her back on top of her sheets and covers, her naked body eerily lit by the dim light that escaped from beneath the shade she'd placed over one of her small bedside lamps. One hand was moving almost rhythmically over her breasts as small needy gasps escaped her lips. Her other hand was moving urgently between her legs, pumping a red and white striped cylinder deep inside herself. She was totally oblivious to my presence as my cock hardened under my towel. And even when I pushed farther into the room so that I was almost at the edge of her bed it took seconds before she finally noticed me. "Charlie?" she groaned without stopping the movement of her hands, her eyes now locked on mime and silently beseeching. But asking me what? Wanting me to stay or go? I unknotted the towel and let it fall to the floor. "Honey...please," she moaned as her hips arched upward to meet the plastic penis. I climbed up on the bed...between her thighs. Then placed my left hand on hers and stilled the motion of the candy cane. "I have to...I need it," she protested as I slowly pulled its sticky length from my mothers center. But then, as I brought my candy cane cock to my mouth and licking it, tasted my mother's sex for the first time, I felt her fingers circle me, gentle at first but then insistent as she pulled me towards her moist slit. And then I was inside her, inside my mother's warmth. Inside the place some nineteen years earlier my long gone father had deposited the seed that helped make me. I was finally back inside the slippery chute that had so rudely pushed my baby body out into the world. That day long ago I'd howled the second my body had left my mothers body. And now, years later, I felt the tears forming in my eyes as my shaft returned to where it belonged. Already on the verge of orgasm from her masturbation, mom simply dissolved into a screaming finale after just a few strokes of my penis, gushing her release onto and around my manhood. I slowed, then stopped for a second, simply delighting in the feel of her spasming muscles as they clenched and released my cock. Then started again. Slow deep strokes. My lips had found hers and swallowed her cries. Urgent, needy, loving fucking. Only my nights with Rose had ever come close to what I felt as my seed exploded up my shaft and splashed onto the womb that had formed me. Then for minutes we simply held each other, our faces just inches apart as we stared deep into the others eyes. We didn't need any words! Then we made love again! Loud and passionate this time. Both of us laughing and grunting and crying as my mom sat astride me, lifting herself up and down on my straining blood filled cock. And as my mom rode me, as my hands caressed mom's cone like, pink tipped breasts, I happened to look up for a second and saw Rose silhouetted in the doorway, naked, raptly watching her aunt fuck me, her cousin, her lover. I quickly checked to see if mom had noticed and then, when I looked back, Rose was gone. A naked apparition suddenly disappeared. And quickly forgotten as my mother's lips found mine. There was an incredible hunger that my mother unleashed that night. A highly sexed woman who'd had little sexual satisfaction in the last ten years was now bedded down with someone she loved and who wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Whose desire was as great as hers. We spent half the night exploring every inch of the others body. Tasted each other. Touched each other. Fucked. Made love. Cried. I pushed load after load of my creamy sperm into her. Her sticky juices coated my thighs and stomach...my face. We became lovers...man and wife. Then finally slept curled together as one. At eleven thirty the next morning a tentative knock on the bedroom door, a knock repeated three or four times, slowly brought both mom and I out of our stupor. Rosie entered carrying a tray full of steaming coffee cups whose aroma quickly brought us to our senses. She was still naked! "You were only supposed to use the candy cane cock, not the real one Bridget," Rosie admonished her aunt as she crawled up the bed between our bodies, a cup of coffee in each hand. "I was?" mom said as she arched her lithesome body in a natural but provocative stretch. "He is a bad boy isn't he?" Rose answered as she handed each of us a cup. "Very bad," my mom agreed as she took a cup from Rosie. "Do you have a present for your cousin," Rose asked me as she handed me my coffee. "Christmas is over dear cousin," I said with a smile. "What about my little friend? Does he have something for me?" she asked as she lifted my cock from where it rested on my thigh. "He's too tired," I insisted. "Are you?" she asked my cockhead as she bent so that her mouth was just inches from him. "I don't think he is Charlie," she exclaimed with a laugh as she looked up into my eyes. "Look he's getting bigger Bridget." "Is he?' mom asked, "How big?" "Big enough for two," Rosie giggled. Seconds later I felt two tongues flick wetly around him. "Maybe I should paint it," Rose said after running her tongue from the base of my shaft right to it's tip. "After breakfast dear," mom said, and then slipped her lips over my suddenly hard cock. THE END * PLEASE VOTE!!!! It only takes 2 seconds to click the 5 circle (or some lower number if you must) and then click 'submit vote', and yet that small action sends very greatly appreciated feedback to me. Of course, I'd also love to hear from you. Your thoughts make writing the story fun. E-mail me or post a public comment below; anonymously or openly. I will answer back to all who leave a contact address. But if you don't have the time or don't wish to comment, please, at least VOTE. Remember it is your votes that will decide the winners of the contest. For your information my recent stories have, on average, got clicked onto by 75,000+ readers but only average 500 to 600 votes. This low voting rate -- less than 1 out every 100 people who open the story vote -- is actually better than most writers here receive. Many contest stories struggle to receive 10 or 20 votes total! So please vote for this story and other stories you read on this site. Happy Holidays, I hope you and yours have a merry Xmas and a healthy and happy 2008, Jim Candy Cane Lane "Did you see the ferris wheel full of penguins?! How cute!" I proclaimed as I ran up to the Christmas display. "Not quite as cute as how excited you are about the penguins, who for some reason are wearing scarves." My boyfriend Danny squeezed my hand as he caught up to me after fighting his way through the crowd. Next to us, a young girl was admiring the toy elves hauling Christmas presents up a grassy hill covered with faux fabric snow. "I love Candy Cane Lane!" she squealed excitedly to her mom, who was carrying a large diaper bag and toting a toddler bundled in a beanie the color of Rudolph's nose. Candy Cane Lane is a Christmas tradition where we live, since Southern California never gets actual snow, a local neighborhood puts up elaborate holiday decorations and lights them up every night for the entire month of December. The roof of the next house boasted a life-size red sled being pulled by a familiar team of Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Vixen. "Do you think Cupid has any relation to the Valentine's Day Cupid? I mean it can't be a coincidence right?" my mind spun as I considered the relationship between the two. I shivered as I caught Danny's silhouette in the lights of the dancing reindeer. His auburn hair was cropped into a buzz cut, which only highlighted his day-old stubble that was just short enough to still be sexy. His light blue eyes gleamed, reflecting the cluster of multi-colored lights lining Candy Cane Lane. "Are you really cold? It's only like 60 degrees! You would never make it on the East Coast." His hands were warm as they rubbed my shoulders. "Well that's why I have you, to be my personal heater!" I purred as I spun around and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled me closer and shifted his hips slightly down to meet me as he whispered "You know there's other things we could do besides look at Christmas lights...." His head dipped as his lips brushed the sensitive tips of my ears. "Oh my...you are a naughty boy tonight! I would love to but there's so many people here..." the people milling around us had thickened to a throng, increasing my surprise at his obvious lust. I had spent most of the year we'd been together being the pursuer, constantly fantasizing about public exhibitionism, so his very public display of affection shot a lightning bolt from my head to my pussy, and I could feel the dampness starting between my legs. "These people are so distracted by the jogging reindeer and ice-skating elves that they wouldn't even notice a sweet young couple making the world a little merrier..." his breath was hot on my ear as he leaned into me. As much as the prude in me didn't want to admit it, he had a good point. Everyone around us- other couples of all ages, families with small children tugging on their coats, and teenagers selling hot chocolate trying to make a buck- nobody would notice if we... Before I could finish my thought Danny was pulling me away, easing through the crowd with his long, lean frame like he had done it a thousand times. He was heading for the darker side of the neighborhood, where less people were gathered. "Let's just see what's over here..." I know he had no intention of looking at any more Christmas decorations but against my better judgment I followed him into the darkness. Only once we settled into a dark corner, tucked away in a dark cul-de-sac away from the chaos, did I realize I wasn't cold anymore. Wordlessly he stood behind me and pulled me to him, pushing my long blonde hair behind my back as he leaned down to tenderly lick my neck. His right hand slid around my waist to the dampness between my legs, tracing his fingers around my pussy through my black tights "Oh Danny..." A sign of pleasure escaped my lips as I surrendered to his touch, my knees buckling slightly. Almost subconsciously, I pressed my robust ass into him, feeling his rock-hard dick between my butt cheeks. I slowly gyrated against him as he continued to tease me, rubbing around my pussy, with his other hand grabbing at my oversized sweater and traveling quickly across my hardening nipples. "Arghhhhh...rub my pussy!" I was getting impatient for him to touch me, my Victoria's Secret panties had long been soaked and I was ready for the real thing. "You would like that wouldn't you!" His voice sounded comically jovial, and I realized he was enjoying torturing me. Suddenly he slid his hands back and pulled away from me, leaving me so off-balance I nearly tipped over when he stepped back. I opened my eyes and snapped back to reality. I did a quick survey of the area, noting that we were alone except for the crowds oohing and ahing at the decorations on the next block. I twirled around to face him, dropping to my knees and tearing at his Levi's, tight against his hot skin. I peeked up at his face to see if he would resist, but once I had his pants off and boxer briefs down he was too weak to protest. I pulled his rock hard cock out, admiring its length for what felt like the thousandth time. He moaned, and I realized simply touching him was enough to make him wish he hadn't teased me. My warm mouth circled his length as his moans got louder. I reached below and began to massage his balls the way I know he likes. My tongue slid around his dick, licking the perfect mushroom of the head and enjoying the way his body shifted towards me in response. I could feel his orgasm coming as his dick seemed to grow even larger in my mouth, his balls growing hotter in my cupped hands. "Not so fast!" he gasped as he gently pulled me to a standing position. He was looking at me in a way I had never seen before, like I was a bar of sweet, succulent chocolate and he hadn't eaten in months. His hand jumped to my soaked crotch, finally allowing me the relief I needed as he quickly rubbed his fingers across my throbbing clitoris. I panted as desire shot through my body and my knees gave in. He grabbed my hips, expertly holding me up with one hand as his strong fingers continued to stroke my clitoris. "I just want to be inside you!" his breath was fast as he grabbed at the hem of my tights, peeling them off and tossing them to sidewalk. He pulled my panties down as he dropped to his knees and moved his mouth to my clit. He rolled his tongue in my sweet spot once, twice, three times. He yanked away and pulled my right leg up, "wrap your legs around me!" he commanded as I followed his instructions meekly. Any resistance or worries about being caught were long gone, the adrenaline surged through me as I jumped on him. My arms wrapped around his neck, I positioned his cock at my waiting pussy and tilted my hips forward. He slid inside me as our eyes met and we both gasped. He moved my ass up and down as we got into rhythm. Despite the noise a block away, all I heard was our gasps as his hips moved quicker and quicker. His cock plunged deeper into my pussy. His hard dick slid into my wet pussy faster and faster. His tongue found mine, dancing in circles. All of a sudden I peered over his shoulder and found a lone woman was standing 10 yards away, openly starting at us. At first I was startled, wanting to stop and run for fear of being arrested for our public love. But then I saw the sexy smile on her face, and realized that nothing, nobody could be more important than the beautiful man inside me right now. If our visitor wanted a show, that's exactly what she would get. I looked at his face and recognized his quick breaths, his slightly reddened face. He was close to a brazen orgasm, but I knew he was too much of a gentleman to come before I did. I gave in to the feelings of pleasure running through me. Rivers of cum were streaming down my legs. I squeezed my pussy around his cock. Our moans and gasps intermingled as he pumped harder and harder. He stared into my eyes, our moans growing louder and louder. My hips thrust forward to meet his. I grind against him, taking his whole throbbing cock in. As the orgasms ripped through us simultaneously my back arched and I threw back my head. "Oh god!" I groaned as he pressed against me, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He dipped me to the ground and gave me sweetest, longest kiss, the perfect ending to the perfect love we had just made in the middle of a busy neighborhood with a strange woman watching shamelessly. The woman! "Where is she!?" I exclaimed as I sat up and looked where the woman had been standing. "What are you talking about?!" Danny sat up and stared halfway down the block. "I don't see anyone." "There was a.....nevermind". The woman was gone. Maybe I had imagined her, a figment of the wildest part of my imagination, but I guess I will never know. "Come lay down with me." Danny gestured towards the crook of his arm, which looked very warm and comforting. I laid back down on the cold sidewalk, snuggling against Danny. "Well sweetie, we will never forget Candy Cane Lane." Candy Cane Legs Kelly came up the drive from her morning run through the neighborhood to find a FedEx truck. The driver was about to ring the doorbell. "What ya got there?" she asked as she stopped running and preceded to do some cool down stretches. "Uh, I have a package for a Miss Kelly Stone." "That would be me," Kelly replied as she continued to stretch as she cooled down. Her baggy jogging suit was sweat stained in places and looked sloppy. "I need your signature here and here," the guy said holding out a clipboard and pointing with a pen. "Two signatures? Is this something special?" "There is a receipt request pending on this delivery." The FedEx guy explained. Kelly signed the sheet and then took the package. There was no return address on it. "Does it say who sent it?" she asked a second later. The guy looked at a couple of different sheets on his clipboard and then shook his head. "Nope, just a tracking number." Kelly sighed as she read a note below her address. "Do not open until Christmas or your birthday, whichever comes first." "Someone has a sick sense of humor. My birthday is Christmas." "Then happy birthday and Merry Christmas," the FedEx guy said with a grin as he headed for his truck. "Merry Christmas to you also," Kelly replied as she turned the package over and over in her hand. It was small, narrow, and squishy. Some kind of clothe, maybe. With a mental shrug, she opened the door and went inside the house. ***** Dana, Kelly's mother was making a late breakfast as Kelly came into the kitchen. Kelly tossed the package on the counter and sat down at the breakfast bar. "What's that?" Dana asked as she looked at the package. "A Christmas, birthday present for me I guess. I hate having my birthday on Christmas." "Hey, you were the best Christmas present I ever got," Dana said with a grin. "Anyway, it's saved me a lot of money over the last seventeen years." Kelly sighed and shook her head. "Another week and I'll be eighteen. College in the spring seems so far away." "It will fly by and then you will be on your own," her mother said with a smile as she sat a plate of eggs and sausage in front of her daughter. "I remember what it was like to finally get free from my parents." Kelly sighed again. She took a bite of her eggs and then said, "I don't need to be free. You've always trusted me and let me do anything and everything I thought I was big enough to do." Dana carried her plate over to the breakfast bar and sat down next to her daughter. "Yeah, you've been a pretty good kid but it's time for you to try your wings by yourself. No safety net." Kelly leaned sideways and rested her head on her mom's shoulder. "But I love my safety net." "Just remember that when the parties start and you're supposed to be studying." Kelly laughed. "Yes, mommy dearest." ***** Her mom was right, the week until Christmas flew by. Christmas eve, her mom threw a party and invited everyone they knew. Three of Kelly's closest friends showed up and another dozen friends of her moms were there also. After an hour or so, Kelly and her friends ended up in her room. Billie Jean, better know to the group as BJ, sat cross-legged in the middle of Kelly's bed. Her short tight skirt was up around her hips, her lacy white panties showing bright against her dark skin. "Midnight is the time you catch up with us. The last one to make it to eighteen." Lisa, the oldest of the four friends, was seated in the chair in the corner, her legs tucked up under her ass. She sighed and said, "Yeah, our baby is finally growing up." "How would you like to go home and tell your mother that a baby spanked your ass?" Kelly said with a big grin. Harold, the only guy in the group was sitting against the wall across from the bed, his eyes on the lacy panties BJ was showing off. "Can I get a ticket to watch this spanking take place?" Lisa grinned and shook her head. "Why would you want a ticket to that? All you ever do is stare at BJ's panties." "Girl, you should see the things that skinny white boys does when I ain't got them on," BJ said and then giggled. "Slut!" Lisa said and then laughed. "Being a slut is better than being a Ho," BJ shot back. "Now we'll have a three way cat fight. This I've got to see," Harold said with a big grin. BJ threw a pillow at him. "My panties are all you're going to see in a minute when I come over there and sit on your funny face." Harold and BJ had been an item since sixth grade and everyone knew it. Harold stuck out his tongue and let it hang down below his chin. All three girls groaned softly and Harold laughed. "Maybe you should let me do it," Lisa said to BJ. "I've always wanted to know what that damned thing would feel like." BJ laughed and then shivered. "You couldn't handle it," she whispered softly. "I've always wondered if the other end matches the tongue," Kelly said softly and then blushed as she realized she had said it aloud. Harold laughed and reached for his zipper. "I could let you decide," he said with a big grin. BJ threw another pillow at him. This one hit him right in the face. "I can't take you anywhere without you wanting to whip that damned thing out in public. Now behave." Lisa and Kelly laughed and BJ grinned. A moment later, she said, "That thing would scare you more than his tongue. It even scares me sometimes but I love it so much." She paused and then amended her last sentence, "I mean, I love him so much." She winked at Harold and asked, "Ain't that so, Baby." "Long, hard, and deep," Harold said, winking back. Kelly fanned her face with her hand and asked no one in general, "Is it getting very warm in here or is it just me?" Lisa fanned her face and said, "Nope, it's not just you." BJ laughed and then leaned over to get a Christmas package off the nightstand next to the bed. It was the same one that had been delivered the week before. She studied the label for a moment and read the message aloud. A moment later, she tossed the package to Kelly, saying, "Someone knows you well and has a very dry sense of humor." Kelly almost fell out of the chair by her desk she was sitting in, as she had to reach to catch the package. "You throw like a girl," Harold said to BJ with a laugh. BJ sat up straighter and pushed out her ample chest. "I am a girl, dipstick," she said as she rolled her shoulders to make her bra free breasts roll around on her chest under her blouse. "And I'm so glad of it," Harold said and licked his lips. Lisa had looked at BJ as her breasts swayed under the thin clothe of the blouse. When BJ's nipples hardened and made tents in the cloth, Lisa licked her lips. She did not even realize she had done it. Harold laughed and said, "See, even Lisa agrees." When Lisa looked at him funny, he grinned and added, "I licked my lips and so did you." "I did not," Lisa protested. When the other three nodded, she asked softly, "I did?" "You sure did," BJ said softly, "And it's not the first time." "That doesn't mean anything," Lisa said quickly. "Those things make babies cry a block away when you walk down the street." Harold grinned and whispered, "Let the girls free BJ and lets see if Lisa cries." BJ looked at Harold hard and whispered, "How about I let them free and beat you unmercifully about the head and shoulders?" "Yes, please," Harold, said with a big grin. BJ shook her head and looked at Kelly. "So, what's in the package," she said to change the subject. Kelly shrugged. "I don't have a clue. It's soft like clothing of some sort." "Kind of small to be pants, or a skirt, or even a blouse," Lisa said. "Maybe you have a secret admirer that has sent you some sexy lingerie." "Yeah, right," Kelly said turning the package over in her hands. "More than likely it's a scarf." "If you had six more, you could do the dance of the seven veils," Harold said with a laugh. "If we had three more, we could tie your ass to the bed," Lisa said quickly. "That sounds interesting," Harold said with a leering grin. "You'll think interesting when we leave and go back to the party downstairs, leaving you tied up, up here," BJ told him with a hard look. "Kelly would have to let me go before she goes to bed," Harold said looking at Kelly and wiggling his long tongue. "Hey, leave Kelly out of this," Kelly said with a laugh. The banter was a little more risqué tonight but not as bad as it had been from time to time. "Yeah, leave the lady who wanted to know about the size of Harold's dick, out of this," Lisa said with a grin." "Say's the lady that wants to lick BJ's nipples," Harold said with a laugh. When everyone laughed and looked at BJ. She shrugged. "Sorry but I've got nothing to add. Maybe the crotchless panties in Kelly's package will give me something." When everyone looked at Kelly, she shook her head and ripped the package open. A pair of red and white candy cane striped stockings fell into her lap. "Not what I expected," Lisa said. "Me either," Kelly said as she picked them up and shook them out. They were very thin and very soft to the touch with a fancy red and white swirl pattern around the leg opening. "I've never seen anything like them before," BJ said. "I have but not in person," Harold said and then shook his head. "It was some web camera girl around this time last year." "Say what?" BJ asked sharply. "Uh, well, I, uh," Harold stuttered. Finally he got out, "I was surfing along and then there was this web cam and I, uh, clicked on another link. I caught a glimpse of candy cane stockings for a split second." Lisa laughed and shook her head as she said to Harold, "You're going to get it now, mama's mad." BJ looked at Lisa and smiled sweetly. "Be very careful or mama might feed you some of those nipples you've been drooling over." Looking at Harold she whispered, "You'll get yours when we get home." "Oh yeah, to be a fly on that wall," Kelly said with a grin. BJ laughed and nodded. "That was a good one, now put on the stocking and lets see how they look on you." "Are they stockings or thigh highs?" Lisa asked. "I can't tell," Kelly said as she stood up and headed for her bathroom. "Hey, where are you going?" Harold asked only to be echoed by both BJ and Lisa. "Uh, to my bathroom. I only have pantyhose on under this skirt," Kelly said quickly. "Then wiggle out of them and sit your ass back down," Lisa said softly. "You just want to stare at her pussy and lick your lips," Harold said to Lisa. "And you don't?" Lisa shot back. BJ grinned as she flopped back on the bed, quickly pulled her panties off and tossed them on the floor in the center of the room as she sat back up. Harold grinned as both the other girls looked at her with their mouths open. "Next," BJ said as she looked back and forth between her two friends. "Uh..." Kelly said as she looked around. "Uh..." Lisa said as she did the same. Both ended up looking at Harold. "Hey, don't look at me, BJ's done told me to keep my pants on. Anyway, I don't wear underwear." "There has always been the four of us through everything. Why should that change now? He has been skinny dipping with us, held our heads and hair when we puked, seen us with and without bras. So why should he leave now?" BJ said as she crossed her legs and got comfortable. Harold licked his lips as his eyes zeroed in on her bare sex. Lisa licked her lips and then blushed as she realized what she had done. Kelly shivered and moved back to her chair. "My mother is having a party downstairs and might come up to check on us at anytime." "When was the last time she checked on us?" Lisa asked. "I think we were like twelve or fourteen." "That's about right," BJ said in agreement, as Harold nodded his head. "Yeah but tonight is my birthday and if I don't say something, she will be up here with a cake, candles, the fire department, and a pony." "Oh yeah, firemen, I still have that pinup calendar from years ago," Lisa said dreamily. "We already have a pony," BJ said grinning at Harold. Kelly laughed when Harold made a neighing sound. "Anyway, I do need to put in an appearance with mom soon." "Ok, but bring back some drinks," BJ said, ***** Kelly found her mother in the kitchen, a small cake on the counter with a number 18 candle on top. "Mom, I said no cake or celebration, remember. Keep it a Christmas party this year." "Where is the fun in that?" Her mother asked. "Go get your friends, it'll be midnight in a few minutes. We'll do a quick blow the candle out and a quick toast to Christmas at the same time." Kelly sighed deeply and nodded her head. "Ok, but lets keep it just that simple." ***** Back upstairs; she entered her room to see Lisa sitting cross legged in the chair with her panties on the floor next to BJ's. Kelly's mouth dropped open and she tried to think of something witty to say but her eyes were locked on Lisa's smoothly shaven pussy. "I missed the official unveiling I see," was all she could come up with to cover her shock. "Your turn," Harold said with a leering grin. This broke Kelly's stare as she looked around at her friends and whispered, "Change in plans so grab your panties girls, mom wants us downstairs for a candle blowing and a quick toast to Christmas." BJ shook her head. "Our panties stay where they are until yours joins them." Kelly made a sound of frustration and started to raise her skirt. Her mom calling from downstairs stopped her. "We'll be right there," she called back. BJ laughed as she slipped off the bed and smoothed her skirt out. Lisa stood up and pulled her skirt down. "This should be interesting," she whispered as she shifted her hips back and forth. Harold stood up and pulled his shirttail out of his slacks to cover his raging hard-on. "I think I'll make a stop in the bathroom before I come downstairs," he said slowly. With a grin, BJ whispered, "I'd offer to help you with that problem but that would just cause other problems." "Yeah, like the cops raiding the party to find the screaming woman," Kelly said with a blush as she eyed the front of Harold's slacks out of the corner of her eye. The thought of just how big his dick must be made her whimper and shiver. "I told you it would scare you," BJ said with a grin. "You were not kidding," Lisa, whispered softly, her eyes on the front of his slacks openly. "Come on girls, stop drooling before you get yourself all wet or rather your clothes all wet. I figure your little pussies are already flooding. I know mine is," BJ said as she herded them out the door. Harold peeled off and went in the bathroom. BJ looked at him before he shut the door. "If you so much as touch that thing without me present, I will rip it off and keep it in my purse." Lisa and Kelly were laughing loudly as they went on down the stairs. Harold never said a word; he just shut the bathroom door. ***** Dana Stone, Kelly's mother had the cake on the dinning room table and everyone gathered around. She smiled at her daughter and her two friends. "Did you three lock Harold in the closet again?" she asked jokingly. With a grinned Kelly shook her head. "No, mother, he's tied too the bed." When her mother's eyes grew wide, Kelly laughed and added, "Actually, he had to make a stop at the bathroom. Too many cokes and too much punch." About that time, Harold came down the stairs and put his arm around Mrs. Stone's shoulders. "I'm glad at least one person missed me, Mrs. S." BJ smacked him on the arm hard with her right fist. "See I didn't miss you," she said with a wink. "Why are you girls always so mean to Harold?" Dana asked the group. "Because we love him so much," Lisa said with a laugh. Dana shook her head and then lit the candle on Kelly's cake. "Make a wish, Dear," she said with a smile for her daughter. "I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year," she said and then blew out the candle. The clock in the hall struck midnight and everyone was wishing everyone else a Merry Christmas. It was an hour later before the four friends could get away and return upstairs. ***** Kelly was the last one through the door. She closed it and then pushed the little button to lock it. BJ was climbing on the bed and heard the soft click of the lock. She grinned at Kelly and asked, "Does that mean the pantyhose are coming off?" As all three of her friends watched, Kelly walked over to her chair, reached up under her skirt with both hands, and wiggled the pantyhose down around her knees. Sitting down, she pushed the right leg of the hosiery down off her foot and then the left. She picked the pantyhose up and tossed them on top of BJ's and Lisa's panties. Her skirt had never gotten above mid thigh. "Tada!" she said with a big grin and a flourish of her hands. "That's not fair," Harold said and then looked at BJ. "I didn't see anything. Did you see anything?" BJ grinned and sat up. She had been lying on her side. She crossed her legs so that her bare sex was aimed right at Harold but the other two were looking just as hard as he was. "Nope, I didn't see anything. How about you Lisa?" Lisa looked at BJ and then glanced at Harold. She chewed her lower lip a second and then brought her legs up to cross them like BJ had done. She gave a little shiver as all three of her friends stared openly at her shaved pussy. "I didn't see anything either." Now all three were looking at Kelly. She shifted in her chair and then sighed as she stood up. She turned the chair so it faced the center of the room and then adjusted it until it faced Lisa. She picked up the Candy Cane stockings and sat down. Kelly separated the two stockings and laid one in her lap. "So you guys want to watch me put these stockings on, do you?" She paused and looked them in their eyes one at a time. "BJ, move down on the floor next to the bed. Lisa, you moved to the floor in front of the chair." She looked at Harold and grinned. "Why don't you move over between them, so you can see too." All three of her friends moved quickly into place and looked at her with big grins on their faces. Kelly looked at BJ and then looked at Lisa. "Ladies, you're not showing me anything here, cross those legs and pull those skirts up so Harold can see you also." BJ crossed her legs, her knees wide apart and then rocked from side to side to get her skirt out from under her ass. The way she was sitting now and the way the overhead light shined on her sex, Kelly could see that her outer lips were several shades darker than her skin tone. She could also see the bright coral pink of her inner slit. "Just beautiful," Kelly whispered as she turned her attention to Lisa. Lisa whimpered softly under Kelly's gaze as she slowly came up onto her knees. Slowly she pulled her tight skirt up to her waist and then sat back down to cross her legs Indian fashion. Lisa's pussy was short and oval shaped, low down between her thighs. Kelly could see the ruffled edges of her inner lips peeking out. "So different but so beautiful also," Kelly whispered as her eyes went to the tent in the front of Harold's slacks. Kelly looked up at BJ's face and asked in a soft whisper, "Could he... uh... well... you know?" BJ looked puzzled for a second and then she grinned. "It's going to scare you but what the heck, it's your birthday after all." Looking at Harold, she said, "You can let him out but you had better behave." Harold got a pouting look on his face and replied, "I always behave." "Yeah, badly," BJ said with a chuckle. "Not that I'm complaining or anything." Harold grinned back at her as he undid his belt and then the snap at the waistband. He held the two sides of the waistband together with one hand as he lowered the zipper with the other. Then he pulled the right side open but nothing showed but a little skin and hair. When he started to move the left side, his dick suddenly jumped into view and stood upright against his belly. Candy Cane Legs Kelly gasped loudly, her eyes growing very wide. Lisa gasped also and then whispered, "Holy shit!" BJ chuckled. "I told you it would scare you." "Scared hell, I'm more like terrified," Lisa whispered and Kelly nodded in agreement. "It's not bad except getting on and getting off of it. There's a really full feeling to begin with and a real empty feeling afterwards. Everything in the middle is all fireworks and orgasms," BJ said with a grin. "Two fingers is about all I can handle," Lisa whispered, her eyes still on Harold's big ass dick. "I'm not even sure I could handle two fingers that were much bigger than my own," Kelly said and shivered hard. "That thing is more like my wrist and arm." "What did it feel like the first time?" Lisa asked BJ. BJ grinned and shook her head. "Damned if I remember. One minute I was squatting over his hips with the head pressed against my vagina and the next thing I remember besides sparkling lights, fireworks, and the biggest orgasm in the world, was me sitting on his hips with that thing buried to the hilt. After that, anytime either of us moved, skyrockets went off again. The last I remember was curled up in a ball on my side, sleepy as hell and completely worn out. Then I must have fallen asleep." Kelly and Lisa were both staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. "What can I say, that is all I remember," BJ said a moment later. "Uh.... All of that was inside you?" Lisa asked in disbelief. With a grin, BJ nodded. "Yeah, it was. I guess us black girls are just blessed that way," she said and then winked at Harold. Harold shook his head and chuckled. "You guys aren't anymore surprised than I was. She sat down on me and then slid down and down and down some more. By the time her ass touched my thighs, I was coming like a runaway fountain. I had never felt anything so great in my life." All three girls shivered and Lisa moaned loudly. BJ chuckled and looked at Kelly, "Don't you have some stockings to put on?" "Uh... yeah... stockings," Kelly said and finally looked away from Harold's dick. With a shiver, she raised her left ankle and rested it on her right knee. Her legs were spread wide enough that she could feel the cool air in the room on her sex and her skirt had ridden up above mid thigh. All three of her friends got big grins on their faces and Lisa whimpered loudly. Harold licked his lips and BJ nodded, "I do love that V of red hair, it looks classy and sexy all at the same time." Kelly shivered and tried to concentrate on rolling the stocking in her hand down evenly so she could slip it over her foot. Knowing that all three could see her sex, had it clamped down tightly on itself and for some reason her nipples tingled. When she slipped the stocking over her toes and pulled it up over her foot, the tingling in her nipples seemed to increase. "That's weird," she whispered as she pulled the stocking up over the lower part of her calf. "What's weird?" Lisa asked. Kelly shook her head and lifted her leg to pull the stocking higher. As it reached her knee, she whimpered softly as her leg seemed to move on its on. It straightened out and her foot rose higher and higher as she pulled the stocking up over her thigh. By the time she had the stocking all the way on that leg, her nipples were aching and her clit was starting to tingle. Her leg was raised; her foot almost shoulder height. As the wide elastic band settle around her thigh, her foot moved out to the side, spreading her legs even more. The soft whimper turned into a soft moan as all three people in front of her licked their lips. She slowly lowered her leg. In fact, it seemed to take an act of will to make her foot go to the floor. Her leg was tingling, especially her inner thigh. It was almost as if the stocking was vibrating and massaging her leg. Her nipples still ached but her clit was tingling deliciously. "At least she's making a show out of it," Harold whispered. "Uh huh," Lisa replied in a like whisper, her full attention on Kelly's leg. The red and white stripped stocking seemed to make it look longer and far sexier. Kelly shivered hard and picked up the other nylon. She crossed her right foot over her left knee as she rolled the stocking down. As she slipped the stocking over her foot and pulled it up on her ankle, her left foot moved to the left and her knee moved outward as she slipped down lower in the chair. Harold groaned softly, Lisa licked her lips, and BJ grinned and said, "Now we're getting a show." As Kelly pulled the stocking up to her knee, her foot came up and moved right. As she pulled the stocking on up, the leg rose higher. The tingling in her clit now felt like she had her vibrator pressed to it. As she pulled the stocking tight and released the elastic top, the vibration got even worse and both stockings seemed to tighten on her legs. Kelly groaned loudly as her left foot came off the floor and her left leg rose to match the position on the right. She slipped down in the chair until her ass was on the very edge, her pussy exposed in all its glory. Her whole breasts were aching now and she raised her hands to squeeze and massage them, as the groan grew louder. She could feel her vagina clamping down and releasing rhythmically as an orgasm built in her lower sex. Now, all three people watching her were wide eyed, with their mouths hanging open. Kelly had always been the shy introverted one of the group. What they were seeing was totally out of character for her. As they watched mesmerized, Kelly's legs moved even wider and climbed higher. Her slit opened and they could all see her vagina pulsing open and closed. "Holy. Shit. Get. You some. Girl," BJ said slowly and distinctly. Lisa moaned as loud as Kelly had been groaning. A few seconds later, she was crawling across the floor making a beeline for Kelly's pussy as fast as she could crawl. When she ran face first into Kelly's pussy, three things happened, Kelly came with a gush, Lisa got a mouth full, which seemed to set her off with an orgasm of her own, and BJ and Harold finally moved. Kelly was squeezing her breasts hard enough to hurt as she came and kept on coming as Lisa tried to suck and lick every part of her sex at the same time. Harold moved up behind Lisa and buried his face in her sopping wet sex. That just drove Lisa higher and made her lick and suck even more. BJ flopped down on the floor and rolled over under Harold. From his groaning, Kelly realized BJ had a mouth full of his dick. Then it dawned on her that her eyes were open and she was still coming. Her hips were jerking as her stomach muscles contracted and released. She felt searing pleasure coursing all throughout her body but her mind was clear and sharp. That shouldn't have been. She should have been trying to curl up in a ball with blazing flashes of lights on her closed eyelids. This is the strangest orgasm I've ever had, she thought and then Lisa seemed to collapse out of sight below her sex. A moment later, her hips rolled to the side and went out of sight. Now Kelly could see BJ's head under Harold and then she could see two dark hands wrapped around his white shaft as he came up on his knees and sat back on his heels. BJ's bobbing head never missed a beat on the top third of Harold's dick as she twisted to the side and followed him up slightly. She had his dick pulled down so she could reach it better and more of it was disappearing into her mouth. Harold had a silly grin on his face as he looked down at BJ. Kelly lowered her legs, found a place for her feet that wasn't stepping on Lisa, and stood up. She was watching BJ suck Harold's big dick but her mind was on Harold's long tongue. Kelly stepped over and around Lisa and BJ until her sex was directly in front of Harold's face. He looked up at her and she grinned as she raised her left leg and hooked it over his right shoulder. Now her pussy was slightly above and right in his face. Harold looked at her pussy for a second and then grabbed her hips as he buried his long flexible tongue to the hilt in her pussy. Kelly came up on her toes and grabbed his head for balance. Where Lisa was inexperienced and everywhere at once, Harold had eating pussy down to a science. His long tongue was touching places and things that had never been touched before. Kelly threw back her head and gasped several times as her hips came forward and she ground her pussy on Harold's mouth. She was coming again and it felt even better than before. She rocked back and forth, fucking herself on that long tongue. Harold held it out stiff and wiggled it as she jammed it in and out of her pussy. She was making a soft moaning sound that closely matched the one BJ was making. A few minutes later, Harold started to groan and then his body was shaking. Kelly figured he was coming his brains out and wondered if the amount of cum he produced matched the size of his dick. She'd have to ask BJ about that. Then she grinned. These out of this world orgasms while still being able to think were interesting to say the least. She was getting the best of two worlds. About then Harold's tongue came out of her pussy and he kind of collapsed to the side. Kelly stepped back and looked down to see BJ rolling over onto her back. There was a white trail of cum at the corner of her mouth and down her right cheek. BJ licked her lips and then grinned up at Kelly. "We sure put his lights out, didn't we?" Kelly looked around at Harold and then at Lisa. Turning back to BJ, she whispered, "Two down and one to go." "Are you talking about me or you?" BJ asked with a grin. "Uh huh," Kelly said as she went to her knees straddling BJ shoulders. "I've never—" BJ started to say but Kelly's pussy on her mouth shut her up. After that, there was just muffled groaning and a tongue trying to be everywhere at once like Lisa's had. Kelly leaned forward and spread her knees at the same time so she could keep contact with BJ's nimble tongue. Her tongue wasn't nearly as long as Harold's but she knew the spots that felt the best. Kelly sighed and reached for BJ's thighs. She pulled on them and the young black woman raised her knees and spread them as wide as they would go. Leaning over more, Kelly was face to face with BJ's pussy, so to speak. She had never, either but that didn't seem to matter as she flicked her tongue back and forth over BJ's swollen bare clit. When she arched her hips, Kelly ran her tongue down and speared it as deep as she could into BJ's sopping wet vagina. Her taste was a little stronger and spicier than her own, Kelly realized. Both young women were moaning and groaning as they ate each other's pussies. It wasn't long before Kelly was coming big time and BJ joined her in orgasmic heaven a few minutes later. A few minutes after that, Kelly rolled over off BJ and stretched out on the floor with a big grin on her face. The ache in her nipples was down to mild tingling, as was her clit. She felt wonderful. With a sigh of contentment, she sat up and leaned back on her arms. Her eyes wandered from Lisa to Harold and then over to BJ. All three seemed to be asleep. Lisa was on her side, slightly curled up and Harold was the same way. BJ was sprawled out, flat on her back and snoring softly. "That went well," she said with a grin as she sat up straight. Lisa and BJ's skirts were up around their waists and Harold's pants were around his thighs. "Maybe I should cover them up," Kelly whispered as she got to her feet. For as long and hard as she had came, she should have been snoring right along with them. As it was, she felt energized and very alive. Wired, was more like it. She went to her closet, pulled three blankets down off the top shelf, and covered her friends up. Looking around the quiet room she sighed and headed for her bedroom door, wondering what was going on down at her Mother's party. "Maybe there are some people down there that aren't asleep," she whispered as she walked down the hall toward the stairs. The candy cane stockings made a whispering sound between her thighs as she walked. The whisper seemed to make the stockings vibrate and the tingle in her nipples and clit started to grow. "Yes, and some horny people, would be even better," she whispered as she started down the stairs, a big grin on her cute face. She licked her lips and tasted BJ's pussy on it. "A few kisses to pass that taste around should get things rolling nicely," she said out loud and shivered as her mind supplied memories of the lovely orgasms she had already had and the ones to come. There were a half dozen people, including her mother in the living room as she entered. Kelly swept her eyes around the room and said, "Ho, Ho, Ho and a Merry Christmas. Do I have a delicious treat for all of you or what?" Grinning, she walked over and sat down in the first person's lap she came to. It was her Uncle Bill. Bill looked down at her legs and whispered, "I hope you like the stockings. They are very old and very special but they only work on a young lady who has her birthday on Christmas." They do make me feel... uh... strange in some ways," Kelly whispered back. "I have an idea that this party is about to get strange and very sexy," Bill whispered and then chuckled as he turned Kelly to face the room, reached down and placed a hand on each of Kelly's knees, and spread them wide. After that it was mayhem and madness. Merry Christmas and Ho, Ho, Ho! Candy Cane Love It was late on a Friday night, Tiffany was still at the office like always! This afternoon, her company held a Christmas party. Offering drinks and snacks, a catered meal and gifts for everyone. It even included a visit from Santa himself. She hated the holidays, her family lived so far away. She didn't have a boyfriend, hell, she hadn't had one in 3 years. Yeah she'd gone on dates and had one night stands, but no guy was worth keeping. She was basically alone in the office. Everyone else had left. To either continue the party elsewhere or go home to sleep off thier drunkeness. Just fifteen more minutes and I'll go home she decided. After finishing up the file she was on, she decided stop to get take-out and some wine. Se was heading home to drink her sorrows away. She liked a nice night of dinner, wine and lovemaking - with her self. She had tons of toys, she figured she deserved to feel good. She had cleared her desk of paperwork, dropped her mail in the pick-up box and emptied her trash into the larger can at the door. She wanted her work area to be neat on Monday. On her way to the restroom, she bumped into the adorable blonde intern of Mr Redwick, her boss. "Sorry, Ma'am" she said, then cast her eyes to the ground. "No need for apologies darlin" Tiffany replied back, "Everything ok? You're here late, no one else is even around." Her eyes hit the floor again, "Mr Redwick left me with a ton of work, due today. I've been working since the party and I'm still not done." Tiffany felt bad for her, "Listen, let me handle this, go write Mr Redwick a note. Tell him you weren't feeling well, so you left, leave the time and date and go home! That's a direct order!!" "I don't know, he'll be angry. Besides, I don't have plans tonight, I'll stay and finish." "What's your name darlin?" Tiffany asked. "Lea" she said. Tiffany smiled, "Well Lea, we are going to go pick up some take-out and wine. Then we can go back to my place and have dinner and hang out. Just us girls, what do you say?" "Well, if you're sure, I'd love to. I just moved here from Colorado and I don't really know anyone yet," she said as thier eyes finally met. "Then it's all set, go clean up your desk and I'll call in a take out order. How does grilled chicken, baked potatos and salad sound?" Tiffany asked. "Wonderful" Lea replied. "Oh yeah, and I like red wine." Then Lea turned and bounded to her boss's office. It was almost an hour later, Lea and Tiffany were sitting at Tiffany's dining room table, the remains of the meal they had eaten in front of them. "Wow, Tiff, this meal was great, thanks for inviting me over. I don't know anyone yet and I've been quite lonely." "No problem, I don't have many friends myself, I work alot" Tiffany replied. They popped open thier second bottle of wine before moving to the sitting room. The fireplace was immaculate, she had spared no money on it. Her dream was to make love in front of it one day. She hadn't met a man yet who she'd wanted to create that fantasy with, so she just enjoyed curling up on the leather sectional and reading. They settled in with thier wine and began talking about thier love lives. "I was dating someone for a few months before I moved, but he wasn't into long distance relationships. So we just broke up 2 weeks ago." Lea said sadly. "But I'm ok, I refuse to let him get me too down! I deserve someone who is willing to wait for me or come with me." Tiffany smiled, "I can understand that. I haven't met a guy yet who is willing to try to work around my hectic work schedule." Suddenly, Lea was next to her, taking her cheek in her hand, thier lips were touching. Soon they were kissing. Softly, thier lips clasped, Lea's hand moved through her hair. She slightly pulled back. "I'm sorry" Lea looked down again. "I shouldn't have" Tiffany didn't know what to say, she had liked it. She had felt her nipples harden at Lea's touch. She did the only thing she knew to do, she leaned over and tipped Lea's lips up to her own. The kiss this time more urgent, more passionate. Lea had aroused something in her. Lea's hand went back up to the nape of her neck, holding her closer. Tiffany felt Lea's other had on the buttons to her shirt. She was slowly unbuttoning them one at a time, revealing her black lace push up bra. Her breasts were a little smaller than Lea's, but in the bra, they looked great. She leaned back slightly as Lea's lips went from her own. Across her cheek, down her neck to her breasts. She slid the bra off of one tit. Tiffany's nipple was so hard. Lea sucked it into her mouth massaging it with her tongue. Tiffany muffled a moan, but Lea knew she wanted more. She moved across to the other nipple. This time, as she covered it with her lips, she pinched the other nipple. Tiffany's moan couldn't be stiffled this time. She looked up and Tiffany took off into the kitchen. After a few moments, Lea went to the kitchen doorway. "Are you ok? I'm sorry I was so forward, I was....." she trailed her sentence off. Tiffany didn't turn around, she just said "You didn't do anything, I didn't run because I didn't like it. I was just unsure. I've never been with a woman before." Lea crossed the room to Tiffany, "If you want to stop, we can stop at any time. I just thought you were very beautiful, that's one of my turn ons." Tiffany turned to Lea and they embraced once again. This time, they were all over each other. Tiffany's hands had found thier way inside of Lea's shirt, playing with her nipples. Lea whispered into Tiffany's ear "Can I go further? I think you'll like it." "I'd like that" Tiffany replied. She helped Tiffany out of her skirt. She had on heels & black thigh highs. She left her pantys on & went back to kissing her, this time, her hand roamed further down. She was slipping Tiffany's pantys over and touching her clit. Tiffany moaned again, her head tilted back. This led Lea's lips to her neck, then down to her nipples. She slid her wet fingers into Tiffany, causing her to moan again. She helped Tiffany up onto the counter before spreading her legs apart and working her way down her body, stopping at each nipple while fingering her. But, once she finished with her nipples, she kept going. Making her way down to Tiffany's bare pussy. She spread her cunt apart and began massaging her clit with her tongue. Licking her from top to bottom, then back to the top to nibble her clit. She was moaning and arching her back. Her pussy glistening with her own juices. She grabbed a candy cane from the bowl on the counter and teased her with it. She ran it over the outside of her pussy, tracing her lips and clit. She was going nuts, begging for more. Lea lowered her face to Tiffany's clit and at the same time, began to suckle her clit and use the candy cane as a dildo, in and out of her. Tiffany was on the verge of cumming. Her head was back, she was panting, moving her hips. She was really enjoying this. A moment later, she was screaming, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh my Gawd!! You made me cum!!" When Lea stopped and looked up, Tiffany was grinning. "Is it my turn to return your favor?" Candy Cane Stripes Under a warm woolen blanket, I awake in the magical workshop of none other than Mr. St. Nick. As I look upon the Christmas Village in the North Pole, I know as Mistress of all the Naughty Girls I have a full day ahead of me. Rudolf had brought a new shipment of Naughty Girls, and it is up to me to correct them before they are presented to Santa. If they don't shape up, it will be my bare ass marked with candy cane stripes. I put on my short red skirt and thigh-high boots and saw the Naughty List on my nightstand. In Rudolf's rough script it read: Good Morning, Christmas Eve. These are this year's girls. R Name: Holly Berry Infraction: Excessive masturbation Penalty: 50 clit lashes Well, at least my duties as Mistress will be thoroughly amusing for me...easy enough...and Santa won't have to give me my candy cane stripes. I always worry, because I enjoy the striping of my bottom. It makes me so wet. The wetter I get, the more lashes I get. If he hears me coming, then he lets the elves gangbang me. Then, on with the chastity belt until next Christmas. How he loves when that happens because on the twenty-fifth of each month, he pulsates my vibrator on it, driving me nuts, begging for release, but I cannot get it for 365 days. I pulled out the video recorder. Santa prefers it that way, because he has all the punishments on camera and can pleasure his North Pole throughout the year. At the same time, it doesn't allow me any sort of infractions on my part. Walking over to Ms. Holly Berry, I see she is in a tight, green, latex number that exposed her holly berries, two luscious, red nipples on her 34 DDD breasts and a throbbing little red clit. Rudolf already had her blindfolded, so she did not see my approach. I reached her little bitty clit, and coaxed it out of its hood with a few quick strokes. She quivered with delight and I could see she was already quite wet. "Isn't that what got you into this place, young lady? Little girls should not get so excited so quickly. It's almost as if anything will get your little bitty holly berries excited." "I'm sorry, but it's so...mmmmmmm," she moaned with pleasure. "I know I have magical Christmas fingers, but you are not to come. Off with your panties. Quickly." She rolled off her green latex panties, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. "Santa likes his little girls smooth," I said, rubbing the plump pussy lips glistening with her juices. I slipped one finger inside and could tell I would be in trouble with this one. She was so wet and smooth. I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn't help it as I started licking her lips and flicking her throbbing clit with my tongue. Her sweet, sweet juices filled my mouth. "More please," she said grinning. Her impertinence was maddening and I came back to reality. "You were put on the naughty list for 'excessive masturbation' and were brought to the corrections facility for Santa's Naughty Girls. You will be punished. If you last through this punishment, you might be a member of Santa's Harem. But you have to be a good girl for Christmas Eve." I strapped her down spread eagle on the candy cane platform. Her wrists and ankles were bound. I could still see her wet pussy juices dripping down her legs, her clit ripe and excited. "Your punishment, Holly Berry, is 50 clit lashes. I will stop half way through and pump your clit. You will count for me. If you loose count, we will start over. Do you understand?" "Yes, Christmas Eve." I pulled out my clit paddle and gave her a striking blow to the clit. Her body buckled as she counted. "One. Thank you, Christmas Eve. Two. Thank you, Christmas Eve. Three. Thank you, Christmas Eve...." She was remarkably on count, and smiling through the entire thing. Finally we got to 25 and I attached the clit pump. It became engorged. I knew it would be such pleasant pain for her. "Do you remember what number you are on, Holly Berry?" "Yes, Christmas Eve. This is number 26." I struck her clit the remaining lashes and she screamed in blissful pain. "You've been such a Good Girl, taking your lashes. I am going to relieve that throbbing clit." I licked her pussy juices, avoiding her engorged and throbbing clit at all costs. They were so sweet. The moment my tongue touched her clit, she started coming loudly, pushing my head against her pulsating pussy while she came. Just then Santa came in to see what the commotion was. I could tell from the grin on his face that Holly and I were both going to have candy cane stripes on our bottoms. Candy Canes and Kissing Balls There is a lull late in the afternoon at Grissom's Gardens, a full service nursery. It is mid-December and the rush is on. Trees, wreaths, poinsettias and all sorts of things are being snatched up for homes and offices. The staff could barely keep up with the brisk business. Chris, the owner, is going over receipts and thought to himself, "We are ahead of last season. If this keeps up, we'll be back in black by the new year." A smile grew on his face, thinking of the new equipment he might be able to buy for the greenhouse. Holly is running late, having been delayed by shoppers who can't make up their minds. The lines are unbelievably long, she thought. There is still several weeks until Christmas, why all the rush? Holly is in charge of decorating her father's shop and wanted to get the decorations today so she could put them up when the shop closed tomorrow night. She had all the fabric and bows, but needed greenery and is heading to Grissom's. She hoped there'd be something left to buy. When Holly pulled into the lot, hers is one of three cars there. She couldn't believe there isn't a crowd but is relieved that she didn't have to push and shove anymore. She'd had enough of that to last the month. She climbed out of her car and walked the short distance to the door. She could smell the pine before she opens the door; it immediately lifts her mood. There's nothing like inhaling pine scent, the smell of Christmas and the great outdoors. Holly walks through the door and into a wonderland of sights and smells. Grissom's always has beautiful holiday displays; trees decorated in various motifs, wreaths and garlands hanging in homey vignettes, toys scattered throughout. You can't help but be in a good mood wandering through the shop. She wanders over to the garland section and picks out several lengths of pine garland with pinecones and holly berries. She put them in her cart and saunters through the shop to the wreaths. She picks out one large wreath that had holly berries and a big red bow. It is a nice, manly theme for her father's shop. Finding all that she needs to get, and happy with her choices, she heads toward the checkout desk. On her way, she spies mistletoe and kissing balls. She looks wistfully at the mistletoe. Her boyfriend had broken up with her just last spring and she hadn't found anyone of consequence since. It jostles her memory but she is resolved not to think about the past, and doesn't buy any. The kissing balls, however, would look good in her front hall. There is no space to place decorations in the tiny alcove, but something hanging would be out of the way. She looks them over and picks one that is a combination of boxwood and holly leaves, with a few berries for color, and a sprig of mistletoe in the middle. She rolls her cart to the checkout desk and finds that there's no one there. There's a bell on the desk and she rings it twice, then twice again. It echoes a tingling sound. She hears a distant "Coming" from somewhere in the shop. Soon a man appears headed for the desk. He's taller than she is, maybe 5'6", soft brown eyes, light brown hair, and a nice body to go with all of that. Both her heart and her body do a little jump when she sees him. "Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was here." He punches a code into the register to unlock it. "Welcome to Grissom's. Did you find everything you were looking for?" "Yes, thanks. You always have such wonderful displays. I wish I had more places to decorate." "Thanks. We love Christmas here and have fun creating the displays." Chris tallies up the purchases on the register. "That'll be $52.75," he states as he carefully bags each item. Holly hands him a charge card and he runs it through the machine. "Um, sorry miss, your card has been declined." "Oh no, and I don't have enough cash with me. Is there an ATM nearby?" "No, sorry. The closest is at the shopping center on the other side of town." "Do you take checks?" "Yes, we do. Just make it out to Grissom's Gardens." Holly rummages through her purse and realizes that her checkbook is on the kitchen table. "This isn't my day. My checkbook is on my kitchen table; I was paying bills last night. Can you hold my purchases until tomorrow?" "I'd like to accommodate you, but I don't have a place to safely keep them. They might get sold." Holly stands there, stunned. She must've charged so much on her shopping today that she's reached her card limit. She usually has cash with her for emergencies, but not that much. "Well, I just don't know what to do. I wanted to decorate my Dad's shop tomorrow but if I can't purchase this stuff, I'll have to put the plan on hold." "I'm about to close the shop. If you live nearby, I could follow you home and you could write me a check." Holly looks at him a bit suspiciously. Can she trust him not to be a pervert or thug? "That would truly help but can I trust you not to take advantage of me or rob me?" "Here, I'll give you my license information. If I do anything you don't like, you'll have my info to give to the police." He hands her his license and writes down his name, address and license number. She almost giggles when she reads his name. Christopher Gringle, so close to Chris Kringle, another name for Santa Claus. It gives her some peace of mind to know who he is exactly. "Okay. I feel better now. I'm parked right by the door. I live on Yule Lane, off of Chestnut Ave. Do you know it?" "Yes I do. My truck is out back. I'll pull around front and follow you. Just give me 10 minutes to close up." "Sure. I'll take my bags to the car and wait for you there." Holly takes up her bags and heads out the door. Chris locks it behind her, and watches her go to her car. He likes the way her hips move. She's got a nice face too, not beautiful or pretty, but very pleasant, and her dark brown hair looks so soft; he'd love to run his hands through it. Her deep brown eyes have flecks of gold that sparkle. He's interested but too wary to open his heart again after his last heartbreak. He shakes his head to rid him of the memories he doesn't want. Chris turns to lock up the register, taking the remaining money to the safe, shutting off lights as he goes. Once the safe is locked and hidden, he grabs his coat and heads to the back door. He checks the delivery doors and they are all locked up tight. He flicks off the last light and goes out the door, locking it before he turns to his truck. He climbs in and puts key to ignition, and nothing. It doesn't even click. He realizes now that he probably left the lights on and the battery is drained. With a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, he gets out of the truck and walks around to the front of the building. Holly is sitting in her car, waiting, and daydreaming. The effect that Chris has on her has revved up her hormones and she's thinking of all the things they could be doing. She's not aware that he's standing beside the driver's window until he knocks on it several times. She rolls down the window. "You aren't going to believe this. My truck won't start. I think the battery is worn down. You don't have jumper cables, do you?" "I do but they are in my basement. I recently cleaned out my car and haven't put them back yet." "I guess I'll have to call a service. You don't have to wait. I'll trust that you will pay me soon." "No, that's okay. I'll wait at least until you find out when the service can be here." Chris gives them a call and all service vehicles are out on calls. It will be at least 60 minutes or more. He tells Holly the news. "I'll wait in the shop. It'll be cold but not as cold as out here." "Why don't you come home with me and wait in comfort? I have your info if you try anything funny and you can have them come pick you up and take you to your truck. You probably haven't had anything to eat either." "True. I didn't even get lunch, we were so busy. If it's not an inconvenience, and I promise to behave, I'll take you up on the offer." "Good. Hop in." Chris goes around to the passenger side and climbs into the car, and puts on the seat belt. Holly pulls out of the lot and onto the main street. She concentrates on driving safely, aware of his male presence beside her. "Thanks for doing this, Miss, uh. You know, I don't even know your name? I didn't even look at your credit card when I ran it." "I'm Holly," she tells him. "Holly. That's pretty. Wait... seriously? You're Holly and live on Yule Lane? What's your last name, if you don't mind me asking?" "Barry." "Holly Barry?" He laughs lightly. "Holly Barry, very Yule-tidish!" "You're one to laugh... Chris Gringle!" They laugh together at the similar holiday themed names they have. "Our parents had a sense of humor, that's for sure," Chris says. After a few minutes, Holly pulls into the driveway of her duplex condo. "Nice place, Holly. Good neighborhood too." "Thanks. It took a long time to find it. It's not as quiet as I'd like, or as private, but it'll do for now." They get out of the car and Chris walks to the back to help her get the greens out of the trunk. He follows her up the steps. After spending time in the car with her so close, his cock does a little jump as he watches her hips as she climbs the stairs. He's never responded so quickly to someone before. He doesn't know her at all but his body seems to have decided for him. When Holly opens the door, he has to wait until she's moved into the room before he can enter, so small is the alcove. He follows her into the kitchen and places the packages on the table. Holly turns on a light and he can see how tastefully the kitchen is decorated. She has little snowmen figurines placed here and there and red ribbons tied on cabinet doors. Just enough for the busy little space. "Take your coat off and I'll start making something to eat. If you want to call the service, the phone is in the living room, right through there," she says pointing to a wide door off the kitchen. Chris walks into the room and looks around. A pretty little tree sits in a corner, colored lights and some ornaments adorn its branches. There is no mantle or fireplace, but some strings of red garland drape across the walls. A red candle sits on the coffee table. Very nice, he thinks. Sitting in one corner, he spies a very large candy cane. He walks over and picks it up. It's not candy but made of wood. He notices a ridge around the u-shaped head and he pulls it apart. The candy cane is a whip in disguise. He can't help but smile, as he tries to put it back before she catches him. He finds the phone and begins to dial but stops. His mind is working fast. He decides not to call, but feign that they can't get to him until morning so he'll have to stay the night. He's very intrigued with her now and wonders what other kinks she is hiding. He walks back into the kitchen and tells her the bad news. She takes it in stride as she places a plate of leftover meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans in front of him. She gets knives and forks out of a drawer and sits down opposite him at the table. She had already taken the greens that were on the table down to the basement. Chris digs in to dinner. "Ummm, this is really good." "Thanks. What do you want to drink? I have water, milk, soda, or wine." "Let's try the wine." Holly stands to get glasses and the bottle. She hands it to him to open, and he pours just a little more into her glass than his. He holds his glass up for a toast. "To new friends." She repeats the phrase and they clink glasses together. After dinner, they sip wine in the living room. They get to talking and before it gets too late, she wants to hang up the kissing ball. "I put everything down in the basement, I'll just be a minute." "Here, let me help you." She says, too quickly he thinks, "No, I've got it, really." She walks through the kitchen and down the cellar stairs. He follows her very quietly. He waits until she's out of sight and goes down the stairs. He's greeted by a finished basement, heated, but with some very interesting items. He sees blindfolds, velvet ropes, and several dildos or vibrators. He only had a chance to quickly look but he thinks there is more in the part of the room he can't see. He creeps back up the stairs and is in the living room before she reaches the kitchen door. She walks in and puts the kissing ball down on the coffee table. She goes back into the kitchen to get a step ladder. She lines it up with the alcove overhead light and hooks the kissing ball around the filial. She climbs back down the step ladder and stands back to look at it. She gives a nod, "Just right." Chris stands with her and agrees. "But you notice what's in the middle, don't you?" Chris adds. "Yes, so what." "So..." Chris spins her around and kisses her, his arms around her, holding her tight. He kisses her hard, forcing open her mouth and plunging his tongue in, giving her no chance to protest. She fought, wriggling, trying to get out of his embrace, but he was kissing her so soundly, she slowly melted into his arms and kissed him back. It was a battle fought for several minutes, and then she finally pushed away from him. "How dare you..!" "Oh, you wanted it, you liked it. You can't fool me." "How could you think that?" "I found your candy cane." There, that made her quiet her yelling. She stood stock still, seething but unable to say anything in her defense. Truth was, she did like it, and she did want it. But she's used to being the one in control. Being controlled is what her last boyfriend did to her and she vowed never to be under someone's control again unless it was her choice. But this man, this man who made her feel... so much. It was different with him. "Care to explain why you have a whip?" Chris asks, not really expecting an answer. He already knew why; he just wondered what she would tell him. "I didn't know it was a whip when I bought it, I just liked the size. It fits the room." "Ha! We both know that is not true." Holly didn't know what to do. If they happened to start a relationship, she planned to break it to him gently about her kinks, but now she is caught and doesn't know how to get out of this situation. Chris sees the conflict going on inside her. Being the person he is, he doesn't want to make it easy on her. "Shall we see how it works?" He turns and walks into the living room and over to where the candy cane is lying against the wall. He reaches down to pick it up. "No, no, please don't touch it." He stands back up. "Why?" She has to think fast, come up with a plausible story, one he will believe. "I... um, I... use it on myself, as punishment." "I see. Why do you punish yourself?" "My ex-boyfriend was a control freak and trained me to whip myself when I've been bad. I find I still need it from time to time." Chris considers her story, decides that's what it is, just a story, but he lets it go. There could be some truth in it. "Okay, I'll buy that," he says. Holly relaxes a bit. "Some more wine?" she asks, trying to change the subject. "Yes, I think we need some." She pours some wine into their glasses and she downs half of hers before she gets hold of herself. To calm herself further, she goes back into the alcove to retrieve the step ladder and put it away. She then starts clearing away the dinner dishes and starts washing them. She's so befuddled she's searching for things to do to keep her away from him. Chris bides his time in the living room, sipping his wine and watching her fidget. He fills her glass to the level it was before she downed it. She really needs to relax. He wants to help her but she has to be receptive and she isn't right now. Dishes done, dried and put away, Holly does a turn around the kitchen and sighs. There's nothing else to distract her. She turns off the light and slowly walks into the living room. She doesn't notice that Chris had turned the lights to low, and lit the candle on the coffee table. The room has taken on a very intimate, romantic glow. Holly drops onto the couch beside him, and picks up her wine glass. She sips slowly. Chris is watching her face, gauging where she is in her mind, her heart. He turns to look around the room, and that's when she watches him. She likes his face, his bearing, when he thinks no one is looking at him. She doesn't know why she's fighting the desire that is flowing between them. She sits back and sips. Chris slides his free hand over hers and caresses it. She doesn't remove hers. In fact, she interlocks their fingers and rubs his fingers with hers. He puts down his wine and turns her face to him. He gazes into her eyes, and then follows her nose to her lips. He leans in and kisses her ever so lightly, then moves away. Holly likes the kiss he just gave her. He can be gentle. Pleased, she needed to know that there was a gentle side to him before allowing herself to give in to her senses. She puts down her wine and turns her body into him. He puts his arms around her and kisses her again, gently, searching for signs that she's ready to be taken. Holly gives as good as she gets and Chris takes this to mean she's willing. He scoops her up in his arms and walks into her bedroom, which is the room he assumes is off the living room. He's right. He walks into a beautiful white room, not frilly, but definitely a woman's touch all around. He places her on the bed. She watches him undress. He's compact but powerfully built. His cock at full staff has her getting wet before he even touches her. He comes over to the bed and starts to undress her. She wants to help him but he bats her hands away and pulls off her garments himself. He watches her breasts spring out of her bra, her nipples already hard peaks. He pulls off her underwear and sees they are wet. He climbs onto the bed and straddles her hips. He takes her hands in his and pulls them above her head. She struggles, "No!" This is what her ex used to do to her. But Chris holds her fast and kisses her protestations away. She needs to know he's boss but he is a kind boss, there to give her pleasure. She stops struggling and kisses him back. In fact, she's the one who is getting aggressive with tongue play. She nips at him and he nips back, which fuels her need to hurt and be hurt. He continues kissing her until he hears little noises from her. She's wriggling her hips, needing the primal coupling. He keeps his hands holding hers above her head as he slides down to suckle her tits. One touch of his lips and tongue and she pushes her chest into him. He nips and licks and she sighs and moans. He sucks hard and bites and she moans louder. He hears a slow leaking "Yessssss" leave her lips. He finally lets go of her hands and moves down to her mound. He kisses all around the curly hairs and down the fold of her thighs. He kisses closer to her opening and she's arching into his mouth, making him kiss her there. He licks her hole and sucks her clit and jabs his tongue into her. She wants more of his touching her, more of his tongue, more of him. She arches again and pushes his tongue into her pussy and he puts his teeth on places he can reach. She responds by moving on him so that his teeth scrape her and his tongue fucks her. She thrills at the feel of it. She moves faster and with a high pitched groan, cums, streaming her honey into his mouth. He drinks it all. He moves up and places his cock at her entrance. With one smooth move, he penetrates her all the way, and holds there. He wants her to start the rhythm. She pushes her hips into him so he is as far into her as he can be. She slowly moves her hips in a circle. It moves his cock around the inside of her sheath, touching her G and grinding her clit. She does it to please herself but Chris can't believe how good it feels. He lets her do this until he can't stand it anymore and has to pound her. Candy Canes and Kissing Balls He takes her legs and puts them on his shoulders. He grabs onto her hips and starts plunging in and out, slowly at first, then building speed. He wants to pound her until she begs for release. She's meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning and thrashing her head side to side. She is feeling every inch of him inside her, scraping her walls with his huge head and she needs more. "Please, fuck me harder!" she implores him. Her clit is so swollen and sensitive it almost hurts but she wants him banging against it. "Harder!" He pulls her closer and holds her hips to him. He has been holding back, waiting to see how much she could take. She doesn't know how he's learned to master this part of fucking, but she seems so ready for it. He pulls way out so just his head is sheathed, and then slams with all his strength into her. She's pounded so hard it's jarring. He does it again, pulls out and slams in so hard. He can see her face change with each jolt of his cock. She can feel her clit getting hit over and over. It feels incredible; she feels so alive, every nerve is tingling and ready for more. Chris pounds into her again and again, and she takes every one of his crushing thrusts. Her tits suddenly become very hard, her face flushes, and with one more thrust, she cums, screaming and thrashing. He continues pounding into her. He can feel her clit, so big and swollen and rubs it in circles which makes her cum even harder. Honey is gushing out of her and lubricating every thrust. His cock is the hardest it's ever been. A few more pounding thrusts, and he lets out a loud groan and cums, holding his cock balls deep and throbbing. His orgasm goes on longer than he ever experienced. She feels every throb of his cock as she comes off her climax. Her chest is heaving, trying to catch her breath after the most incredible orgasm she ever had. His eyes are closed tightly as his climax subsides. He shot more cum into her than ever, and it dribbles down her pussy as he pulls out. He flops down beside her and they let out one long sigh, both saying, "Wow! Amazing!" They laugh at their shared response. He holds her through the night, both sated and contented. The next morning, she wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon. She quickly dons her robe and uses the facilities before going to the kitchen. Chris has made breakfast for her, which she thinks is so sweet. "Good morning, Holly. Here's your coffee." He slides a mug over to her. "Thanks. That smells really good." "After the wine, and the rest of the night, we both deserve nourishment." He continues, "I don't know what your day is like, but I called the service and they will come pick me up in about an hour." "Oh, okay." She sounds disappointed, but she does have things to do. "I have to be somewhere anyway, so that'll work out." After breakfast, Chris does the dishes for her, while she gets dressed. Since he was up before she was, he made sure she was dead asleep before stealing down to her basement. He took a good look around and found what he thought he would. Besides what he first saw, he found she has wall and floor manacles, as well as a fucking machine. He was right about her. He now has to think of a way to get her to his house. Holly comes out of her room, dressed in jeans and red sweater. His loins clench at the sight of her. He imagines her in black latex tied up, or over his knee, and his cock jumps. "I'd like to return the favor of last night, if I may. Will you come over for dinner tonight? I cook a mean lasagna." "After last night, how could I refuse? I love lasagna. My Mom made the best so you'll have stiff competition for my taste buds." "I live to be challenged. Say about 7?" "Works for me." "Do you want directions?" "No, I can find my way. I've got your address, remember?" They grab their coats and go out the door. Holly goes to her car and Chris hops into the service truck to take him to his truck. On the way, he plans how to introduce Holly to his basement. Holly goes for some groceries, and then back home to put them away. She goes to the basement to get the greens for her father's shop. At the foot of the stairs, she comes to a dead stop. She sniffs the air. It's faint, but there's a hint of Chris' cologne. He couldn't have been down here, could he? she wonders. No, you've just got him on your skin, that's all. We didn't have time to shower this morning. She smiles at the memory of last night. She shakes it off; she has things to do before tonight's dinner. With the greens safely in the back of the car, she heads over to her father's shop. He doesn't open until Noon today so she has plenty of time to decorate. She puts the wreath on the outside of the door, and drapes the garlands over the two mirrors. It adds a festive touch to the place. Since no one is there and won't be for quite a while, she decides to do the one thing that she's wanted to but never found a reason to, other than curiosity. The shades are still down over the windows, so no one can see in. She grabs a clean towel and takes it over to a chair and puts it on the seat. She strips off her jeans and undies. She picks up the closest and biggest one on the shelf and positions herself on the chair, throwing one leg over the arm. She takes a deep breath and clicks the instrument on. It whirrs and throbs and she places it at the base of her pussy. She runs the clippers up her pussy, shearing away her copious curlies. She immediately feels the vibrations and moistens right away. She lifts a corner of the towel to wipe away the hair and wetness, and again runs the clippers up her pussy. It feels so good, like a vibrator, but different. She moves the clippers to the top of her mound and shears away the hair. When it's over her clit, she clearly feels it enlarge. She leaves the clippers there, and with a little more pressure, feels an orgasm start and spread and she cums, liquid landing on the towel. She's so turned on with this kinky little act that she wonders why she never attempted it before. She continues shearing away her bush until it's bare. Her pussy is still pulsing from the vibrations that she dares to use the clippers to cum again. She notices that the blades are warm. She places the blades sideways over her opening and holds it there with a slight pressure. The heat infiltrates to her clit and she cums again. She shuts the clippers off, and cleans them with the towel before a final toweling off of her pussy. She sits in the chair for a minute, sighing, and saying to herself, 'Wow! I'm going to have to investigate this further. And won't Chris be surprised to see me bare.' She finally gets up and cleans a little bit of cum off the seat. She's seen her father oil clippers so she does this to the one she just used, and puts the towel in the laundry basket out back. She feels great as she walks around the shop, half naked. She gets dressed, looks around, and leaves the shop. All the way home, her pussy tingles with ache and need. She had hoped to wait until she was with Chris, but the clippers really started something. As she pulls into her driveway, she knows what she's going to do about it. Once inside, she takes the time to hang up her coat, and walks into the bedroom. She slowly undresses herself, one piece of clothing at a time. Her body is telling her to hurry, but she wants to draw out the anticipation. She draws herself a warm bath and slides under the water. Her first inclination is to finger herself to orgasm, but she manages not to. Instead, with great restraint, she touches herself just enough to be thoroughly turned on. She starts by rubbing her tits until they are hard nubs. Her pussy responds with wetness but she continues to rub her tits until they are so puckered and sensitive that they hurt. It is only then that she reaches to her pussy. She runs her hands around the outside of her thighs and then up the inside, stopping before reaching her pussy. She moves her hands down her stomach to her mound. She uses a couple fingers to wash her lips and rinse her pussy. This turns her on even more, but does not lead to orgasm. When she's clean and as turned on as she dares, she stands up and grabs a towel off the rack. She towels off and wraps a dry towel around her. She leaves the bathroom, heading for the basement. As she rounds the corner of her special room, she stands and looks around, deciding on which toy to play with. A clench of her pussy when her eyes land on the fucking machine tells her that's the one. She walks over to her small but powerful machine. She always leaves it ready for the next round, so it already has a clean condom on it, and the lube is right by the bench. She lubes the dildo and positions herself on the bench. She's on her back. She wants to assuage the lust she feels right now, but doesn't want to fuck so much she has nothing left for Chris. She takes up the controls and presses the On button. The piston slowly moves and the dildo starts its journey towards her pussy. She wiggles further down on the bench so she can take more of the dildo. The dildo enters her newly bare pubes. She's amazed at the different feeling without hair. Even the air flowing across her skin is sensuous and sexy. She lets the dildo slowly fuck her until she can't stand it and needs fast pounding action. She turns the dial almost all the way and the fucking is faster and harder. She grabs the sides of the bench so she doesn't slide backwards. She meets the machine thrust for thrust and is soon moaning with the mounting pleasure. Her breathing is faster and her head moves side to side. One hand reaches for the controls and turns it to max, and goes back to hold the bench. She presses her hips into the machine and takes every drive of the dildo. The fast hammering is taking its toll and she's arching her back, which presses the dildo onto her clit. After several thrusts, she's moaning out her orgasm. She lets the machine continue fucking her until she cums a second time and she feels sated. She reaches for the controls and slows the machine to a stop. She lies there until her breathing is normal and she knows that she's satisfied, for the moment. She knows she can last now until she and Chris are together. She removes the used condom and places a new one on the dildo. She always likes to be prepared. She then goes back upstairs and gets dressed. She has enough time to tidy up the living room and bedroom after last night. While in the bedroom, she checks her closet for something to wear. She wants something sexy, but classy. She decides on a slinky black dress that hugs her curves tightly, but has long sleeves and a high neck. She'll wear plain gold hoops in her ears, and a gold chain wristlet, that has a charm on it. She wants to see if he recognizes the charm... it's the insignia of a certain type of club she belongs to. When the tidying is done, she has time for a cup of tea and reads a magazine while sitting in her comfy chair. When her teacup is empty and cold, it's time for her to get ready for Chris. As she dresses, her body is in a heightened state of awareness, waiting to be with him. Chris has had a frustrating afternoon. The service truck gave him a jumpstart and Chris immediately drove to a shop to get a new battery put in. He didn't want to take a chance on getting stuck again. He didn't expect the line to be so long; seems everyone was getting batteries. Luckily they still had the one he needed, but installation took forever. He just had enough time to get the groceries and make dinner, and take a shower while it was cooking. In the shower, he was finally able to relax. He lets the hot spray cascade down his back as he washes his cock and balls. As he handles them, he gets hard, thinking of Holly and last night. It's been a very long time since he met anyone who had similar kinks and he was very turned on by her. The fact that she was a very nice person, a good person, added to her appeal. While thinking of her, his hand wraps around his cock and it doesn't take long until he brings himself off. Now he has to wash again, but an idea just pops into his head. He has some body paints in his basement and he's going to paint himself; well, certain parts of himself. He finishes in the shower and towels off. He has to be completely dry before painting, so he checks the dinner. Everything is as it should be and will be done on time. He walks into the bedroom and adds pillows to the bed, sets out some candles, setting the scene. By now, he's dry enough to paint, and heads down to his basement. Chris' basement is larger than Holly's and contains more equipment. He often hosts parties at his place. He goes over to the sideboard and opens the drawer with the paints, and then grabs a leather strap, and stands in front of a full length mirror. He puts the strap low around his waist to hold his cock up and out of the way. He mixes the paints, green, white and red. He's had training as an artist so this should be easy to do. He takes several sizes of brushes and decides how best to begin. Starting with the green is best, and proceeds to paint both of his balls a medium shade of green, drawing bunches of leaves. It's fast drying paint, so after a few minutes, he is able to use the white paint to draw highlights and little white berries, mistletoe. Once that is dry, he adds a few red berries. He re-covers the paints and puts the brushes in water to clean; staying clear of anything he could brush against. He stands in front of the mirror, looking at different angles. Yup, they look good. He now can show her his kissing balls. He gives the paint more time to be thoroughly dry before removing the strap holding his cock and puts that away. He looks around the room, checking to see if he needed anything, but all seems in readiness. He can't wait to see her all hooked up and ready to be fucked. He goes back upstairs just as the timer in the kitchen goes off. Dinner is ready. He puts dinner in the warmer and goes to get dressed. Holly is ready and puts on her coat. She checks her hair in the mirror and gives it a nod of approval. She grabs her purse and closes the door. She's a little nervous as she gets in her car. She'll be on his turf and she's unsure of what that will mean. It doesn't take too much time to find his place and she pulls up in front of his house. She turns off the engine and sits for a minute. It's a nice house, just the right size. The neighbors aren't any closer than 100 feet on either side, and there's a fence all the way around. He likes his privacy. She gets out of the car, walks up to the front door, and rings the bell. After a second or two, the door opens and there stands Chris, looking good enough to eat. "Holly, welcome to my home. Come on in." "Thanks. It's beautiful!" she observes as she walks in. The large entryway gives views into the large living room and dining room, on opposite sides of the house. It's very tastefully decorated, with a man's touch. He takes her coat and hangs it up, then ushers her into the living room. He has wine and glasses set up on the coffee table. "Let's sit and sip for a while before dinner." She sits on the couch, picks up a glass of wine, and settles back against a couple pillows. He sits next to her, close, but not too close and sips his wine. Holly asks about his truck and he tells her the story, embellishing as men sometimes do, to seem more sympathetic. She didn't take the bait, to her credit. He asks about decorating her father's shop and she tells him that it was quick and easy. While talking, Chris notices the charm on her wristlet. He immediately recognized that it belonged to the local kink club. It was mostly BDSM participants, but all kinks were welcome. He knew what she was into from her basement so he wasn't surprised to see she belonged. He has a charm as well, and had been there a few weeks before he met Holly. Holly was surprised he didn't ask her about the charm; she was brandishing it in front of him every chance she got. Maybe he didn't know about the club or figured it was just jewelry. She was sort of disappointed; it would have been a good ice-breaker to get into the subject. "Dinner is ready, so why don't you take a seat in the dining room and I'll serve." Chris stands up and reaches out his hand to help her up. "Sure you don't want help?" "No, I've got this. Let me cater to you. I owe you." She nods and walks into the dining room. A large oak table with carved chairs was in the middle of the room. He had places set up on the end closest to the kitchen. She took the seat on the side. Chris brings in salads and bread first, and then the main course, a lamb roast with applesauce. He had the perfect wine to go with it. She didn't want to eat too much, but the food was so good, she couldn't help herself. "I like a woman who isn't afraid of food. " "It's too good not to eat it. You're a great cook!" They had lemon sherbet for dessert; just the thing after a heavy meal. He was a man who knew how to host. They had more wine after dinner, back in the living room. He lowers the lights and puts on some soft music while she uses the facilities. He resumes his place on the couch, except he has moved closer to where she had sat. Holly comes into the room and sits on the couch. She sips her wine and listens to the music. She is feeling mellow, maybe even a little fuzzy from the wine, but she is aware of what he is up to as he puts his arm across the back of the couch. His arm soon slips down over her shoulders and pulls her close. He takes her wine from her and places it beside his on the table. He looks into her eyes as he closes the distance between them and kisses her, sweetly, licking the wine from her lips. She sighs and melts into him. He kisses her lips again, then moves to her cheeks, and her neck, then back to her lips. She's making little noises and kisses him back. He takes her hand and says, "I've got something to show you. Come with me." They stand up and he leads her down the stairs to the basement. There is an unassuming little nook before you get to the play room, and he stops in the middle of the room. He stands in front of her, hand on his belt, and starts unbuckling it. As he unzips his slacks and pulls down them and his underwear down, he says, "I've kissed you under your kissing ball. Now it's your turn to put lips to my kissing balls." With that, he shows her his painted balls. At first she stares, trying to comprehend, but then her eyes focus and she laughs. "Beautiful! So clever!" She still stands looking, with a smile on her face, but doesn't move. He reaches for her hair, and forces her to kneel. It pulls but not enough to hurt her. He pulls her head up so he can look into her eyes. He sees she's afraid. "I said I want your lips on my balls." The look in his eyes tells her he is serious. She's afraid, he's so masterful, but she's excited too. She opens her mouth and takes one of his balls inside and her tongue makes wiggly swipes across the surface. When that ball is thoroughly wet, she takes the other one in her mouth and does the same. "Very good. Now suck my cock." Her hand reaches for his shaft as her mouth descends on the head. She licks the frenum and strokes the shaft. Her tongue dances across the skin and sucks. She can almost deep throat him but he's too big. She sucks and licks and strokes him until he holds her head and cums in her mouth. She swallows every drop. "That was very good. Now it's your turn. Come with me." He takes her firmly in hand and opens the door that is to one side of them. It's dark as he closes and locks the door. He didn't want her to see the room and run. He turns on the light and watches her reaction. When her eyes adjust to the light, she looks around. Her face registers the recognition of devices. She looks horrified at first but then, as it sinks in, the realization of the pleasure that can happen in this room spreads across her face. She smiles and it reaches all the way to her eyes. She is genuinely pleased. He breathes a sigh of relief. Candy Canes and Kissing Balls He takes her hand and leads her to a swing hanging from the ceiling. He pulls her dress up around her waist and pulls down her lace panties. "Oh, beautiful! You're all bare! Very good. Tell me how you did that." "I'm a bit embarrassed, but I did it at my father's shop. He's a barber and I used clippers." "Oh, and did you like it? Did you cum?" "Yes I did, to both." "Very good. In the next room, I have my own barber chair. The next time you need a trim, I will be doing it for you." "Yes sir." "Good, you are learning." He pushes her to sit in the swing and he goes down on his knees. He pulls the swing towards him and puts his mouth to her muff and begins his seduction of her. She holds on to the straps that are attached to the ceiling. He kisses her bare pubes, licking in circles. He moves to her inner thighs and licks and blows air on the wetness. She's getting wet as he finally puts mouth on her opening and stabs her with his tongue. He rolls his tongue around her lips and licks. He puts several fingers inside her and sucks on her clit as he moves his fingers in and out. He reaches her G spot every now and then and she's moaning and asking him to fuck her. He finger fucks her faster and sucks on her clit harder. When her orgasm starts, he nips at her clit and that sends her over the edge. As best she can in the swing, she pushes her pussy onto his mouth and he drinks her honey as she cums. She still wants to fuck but instead of taking her there in the swing, he helps her out of it and takes her over to a multi-position bench. There was a large rig with two dildos attached. "Have you ever used one of these?" he asks her. "I've seen them at a club I go to but haven't had the chance to use one yet." "Climb on and get on all fours." She does as he asks, and once she's on her hands and knees, he takes straps and restrains her so she can't move. He moves the rig in place, but before turning it on, he reaches for a large wooden candy cane. He brings it over to her so she can see it. "Look what I found at the store at the club, to which we both belong." She wondered if he recognized the charm on her wristlet; evidently he did. So he knows her secret kinks now. She knows what the candy cane is, and almost doesn't ask, but can't help herself. "Do you plan to use it on me?" "Yes, and right now. Any objections?" "No, sir. Please sir, I want the whip. Please whip me, sir." He moves behind her, takes the whip out of the body of the cane, and lightly whips her bare bottom. She's pushed forward but doesn't cry or even whimper. He whips her again a little harder. He waits between applications, since he's out of her sight, she doesn't know when the next one is coming. He wields the whip again and this time she whimpers, a few tears leaking out of her eyes. Several minutes go by and then he whips her a little harder. She cries out but he is done now. Her ass stings and shows red stripes across her shapely butt. She's in pain but her pussy is dripping juices now. Chris moves the rig closer and walks over to the controls. He first turns on the dildo aimed at her pussy, and watches it slowly enter her and disappear, only to reappear shiny with her moisture. He allows the fucking to continue until he hears little noises coming from her, and then turns on the ass dildo, watching as it too disappears into her. It doesn't penetrate her far and won't, until she begs him to make it so, but he does up the speed. She's straining against the straps, not to get away, but to push further onto the dildos. Her moans are rising in pitch as she nears her first orgasm with this machine. A few more fucking motions and she cums, but it is only the beginning. "Please! I need more, sir. Please fuck my ass and pussy!" Chris complies with her plea and turns the machine's speed up higher on both dildos as well as changing the penetration range so that she is taking both dildos balls deep. Holly's body is reacting to the enhanced fucking and more moans and breathy sounds come from deep within her throat. The sensation of dildos in such close proximity inside her, rubbing the membrane between them, is creating heat inside her core. She can feel it spreading outward to her limbs. Her cries and moans increase to a fever pitch as the strong orgasm starts to hits her. Chris turns the machine speed higher so that she is getting the most intense pounding it offers. Holly's orgasm just doubled in strength and she screams as her pussy pulses with each thrust of the dildos. The orgasm continues for several minutes before she collapses, hanging limply off the straps, nearly passing out from pleasure. Chris stops the machine and pulls back the dildos. He walks over and strokes her hair until her breathing is back to normal. He then releases her from the straps and helps her off the bench and over to a nearby couch. "That was incredible! I've never had such an orgasm. Thank you for allowing me to cum with the machine," she manages to say, still weak and trembling from the intensity. He holds her as they sit, and kisses her forehead. "You're welcome. I knew you'd like it." They sit for a while, not speaking. Finally, Chris has to ask, "When was the last time you were at that club?" "It must be about nine months ago. I used to go with my ex-boyfriend. I lost interest after a while." "I recognized your charm. I've been a member there for years and often host some of the parties. I knew that you had a kink from the candy cane, but when I saw the charm, I knew you were right for me." She pulls away from him to face him and look into his eyes. "What do you mean, right for you?" He takes her hands in his and says, "I think we are well-suited. Our kinks are similar, we are both switches, and we are both nice, caring people who are attracted to each other. I think we could be, should be, a couple. What do you think?" She takes a few seconds for herself by looking around the room at the various machines and accoutrements. She's always wanted to try these things. She's always wanted someone who understood her need to be both dominated and dominating. He's taken care of her in many ways, and is certainly good looking. Maybe he is right. Her decision made, she answers him, "Yes. I think we would be good for each other," and leans in to kiss him lightly on the lips. She giggles and smiles at him. "What?" "Can I lick your candy cane?" Her eyes flick to his cock. As he gets her meaning, his cock jumps and starts to grow. "Sure. Can I kiss you under your kissing balls?" He looks at her breasts. "That's a stretch, but yes, you may." Together they roll to the carpeted floor and take up a sixty-nine like position and start loving each other. Their eyes lock and they each know it's going to be a very happy new year. Candy Canes and Peppermint Lattes I have always loved the Christmas season. From the smell of gingerbread, the concerts, the lights, the decorations, and the hot chocolate, to the music and the joyful nature of everyone that passes you on the streets. I love the snow, and the fresh crisp smell of the outside weather, even though, like most people, I hated driving in wintery conditions. This Christmas season was like most other ones, and it started out like most others do with the concert that kicks off the Christmas Season, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It is the true start of Christmas for me and my season isn't the same without seeing them, and listening to Christmas music NON STOP from November first through January third... but enough on what Christmas means to me and onto my favorite Christmas memory! * Two Thousand Nine marked my twenty first birthday year and my most favorite Christmas. My older sister Danielle was home on holiday from St. Vincent College and the house seemed to be in order like the olden days except for the absence of Dad who had passed after losing a fight to Prostate Cancer in Two Thousand Seven. I was lying on moms bed in her room watching my favorite Christmas movie, "It's a Wonderful Life," when Danny came in with two bright red Starbucks cups and sat down beside me on the bed. "Here Kid," she softly whispered over the movie. "What's this Danny?" I asked. "It's a peppermint latte. I wasn't sure if you still liked eggnog so I decided on peppermint." I took my cup without taking my eyes from the TV screen. My absolute favorite part was coming up when Henry Bailey mentions throwing a lasso around the moon and pulling it down. Danielle had a peppermint candy cane in her mouth and she took it out of her mouth and brought it to the tip of my lips. I was vaguely paying attention to her because my favorite part was playing, so when she took the refreshing minty stick and traced the outline of my lips with it, it caught me off guard. Like a tube of minty lipstick, she applied a clear coat of peppermint flavored saliva onto my lips, and my attention left Henry Bailey and focused on my brown haired and freckled milk chocolate colored sister. As if she had done nothing wrong, she looked at me and said, "Now take a sip of the latte." And of course I looked at her like he had lost her God Given Mind. "Just do it Peanut! Why do you always have to be difficult?" she chided. As not to start an argument, which rarely happened between us anyway, I did as she asked, then licked my lips and looked back in her direction. "Didn't it enhance the flavor?" she asked grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I looked at her like she was slightly insane, and nodded my head. "Yeah but get to the point Dan." I spit back sarcastically. In a desperate attempt to keep my attention that she was swiftly losing, she stuck the candy back in her mouth, got it nice and moist with saliva, and did it again. Looking back in hindsight, I remember her being a bit uncomfortable in her skin as if she was nervous or antsy for something, but that was par for the course with Danielle most of the time. As she was finishing up, she dropped to her knees in front of me on the bed. As soon as she was finished, my reaction was to do as she asked and drink the coffee and lick my lips, but before I had a chance, Danielle had stuck her tongue out and bent in towards me and licked the mint flavoring from my lips. My body realized what my sister had done immediately, because my pussy instantly got wet and started throbbing in anticipation for what it wanted to happen next. My first initial reaction was to push Danielle away from me, but I was too relaxed to get violent. "God, you taste so good Peanut, like mint chocolate..." she said as her chocolate brown eyes sparkled in the light of the room. "I'm sorry I didn't let you taste it but I was so tempted I had too!" Then she bit a piece of the candy off and placed her drink on Mom's night stand as she took my cup from my hand and placed it there too. "Wanna taste?" she asked. Dangerously close to my face, I couldn't answer, because as soon as my mouth opened, it was being bombarded with a peppermint flavored tongue and hot breath. Her creamy chocolate lips covered mine as her expert tongue explored my mouth with ease. I felt the candy swirling around in my mouth as we exchanged the most passionate kiss that I had ever felt from anyone. My pussy ached and yearned to be touched, and I wanted to let Danielle know it. I rolled over onto the bed and pushed the body pillow to the murky depths of the floor as I now lay on my back facing the ceiling. "Danny I want to feel your tongue all over my body." Without hesitation, I had a hot sticky tongue traveling from my pierced navel up my tight chocolate stomach as Danielle pushed my shirt up and off of my body. She had immediately jumped onto the bed and her denim skirt now covered my own. I could feel the warmth off of her pussy through my own skirt on my pelvic bone, and I felt her breathing opposite my own as she straddled me and lay on my stomach. I lay there in complete content being selfish as it may have seemed as I let my sister's tongue roam and feel all over my body. I pulled my bra up as she reached for the candy cane and circled it around my nipples and then licked the sticky sugars off of me. My pussy was dripping wet and was still yearning to be touched... "Danny, my pussy... I want to feel you inside of it. Please, please, I can't take anymore." I whined. Back down my torso she licked and planted kisses, and when she came to my skirt, she lifted it up and pulled down my pretty Christmas decorated panties. The Christmas lights on the fabric glimmered in sequins and glitter, and upon pulling them down, Dan tossed them at my face and disappeared under the cover of my blue jean skirt. She felt so good and the kisses or licks, (I couldn't tell which) wouldn't take long before they sent me rocketing into orgasm. I wanted to taste my sister's glistening hot box, so I sat up slightly and caressed her head, and ran my fingers through her charcoal colored hair. She looked up from my pussy that she lapped away at, and I whispered, "Turn around Danny; I want to taste your hot pussy too." I lay back down and she straddled my face and lowered her wintergreen colored panty covered pussy onto my face. I took my first two fingers and drew the cloth to the side, and rolled my tongue up and parted her pussy. I used my tongue to fuck her pussy like a cock and she moaned out in pleasure. I slapped her pussy, and bit the meaty lips, and bit her pierced clit as she covered my pussy in kisses and soft caresses. I took my other hand and finger fucked her wet box for dear life. Harder and harder, and faster with fervor and more energy I fucked her tiny pink box as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm with her gentle touches. "Jenny, I'm gonna cum!!!" she squealed as I kept the abuse going. I felt myself growing closer and closer, and she stuck two fingers into my own sloppy box and started fingering me for dear life. "Danny, cum with me!" I said as I couldn't take anymore, and as if like magic, she came and came as I my body was racked with an orgasm of its own. I squirted jets of cum all over the bed and Danielle's face as my orgasm took the breath from me. * That was and will always be my fondest memory of Christmas, and every time I hear Trans-Siberian Orchestra's song Tracers, I think of my squirting orgasm and the look of Danielle's face as she looked at me. With a face dripping wet with my lady cum, she turned around and looked me dead in my face and leaned in and kissed me. "Now answer your phone... and don't forget to drink your Peppermint Latte. It's probably cold by now." She said. All I could do is laugh. Merry Christmas to you all! Love, Peanut * Author's Note: Please Remember to Vote and Please Vote like you would want someone to Vote for your piece! Thank You Very Much! And Keep SUPPORTING YOUR FAVORITE AUTHORS on literotica.com. _smb09 Candy Cane's Ride You, Candy Cane, walked gracefully next to me. Your apparent innocence was beguiling. However, I knew that the passions of a mature women raged in your sweet body. We had just finished swimming. Your hair dripped and splashed as the breeze tugged on it. The water gently rolled in and out at our feet, keeping the sand moist and firm. We made easy progress. I had been wondering all day why such a sweet thing had decided to spend time with this gristled veteran. My hairy large body was such a sharp contrast to yours. As we neared our things I pulled you close with an arm around your shoulder. I was pleased that you reached around my body with both arms and squeezed me tightly. I had been struggling to be a gentleman since you removed the over wrap and exposed your two-piece suit. The red halter invited attention to your breasts. The bikini bottom with ties on each side reminded me of gift wrap. I could hardly concentrate. The prospect of sampling the rare treats your suit concealed aroused my passions. You looked up into my smiling face. I bent down and kissed you, first the nose and then the lips. You slid around in front me demanding a real kiss. I kissed you deeply, my tongue dancing with yours. I ran my tongue along your teeth. My hands slid down and caressed your bottom. You could feel my cock straining against my trunks. My passions aroused, I swept you up into my arms. I nibbled your breasts and licked your tummy. You snuggled against me. I was getting certain that I would sample your treats. With long strides I closed the distance. I handed you a towel that you applied to my chest and my body. I applied another towel to yours. I dried your back. I dried your legs. I spent extra time where your legs join to start your perfect body. Feeding the towel between your legs I applied some gentle friction to your secret parts. Gently guiding you to the blanket where we ate lunch, I picked up your comb. Your long brown hair called for attention. You sat Indian style. I sat behind you with my legs to either side. I began counting promising to comb for 100 strokes. 1,2, 3, I started off. With gentle hands I worked all the knots out. 15, 16, 17 ….I intoned. My other hand was less involved and roamed to your side then to your breast. I squeezed it gently. I felt your nipples harden. 25,26,27… I persevered. 40, 41, 42… getting near half way. My left hand wandered down between your legs. A gentle touch sent shivers through your body. Your hands were all over my legs returning some of the gentle caresses. 54,55,56 … My breathing was less regular. You looked and could see the deep passion burning in my eyes. I kissed your neck and nibbled your ear. 75, 76 77…on and on I brushed. Your hair was satiny. There was a soft luster. I smelled you hair, the sea and your sweet musk. 85, 86, 87, … I was losing my concentration. You could feel my cock in the small of your back. Stretching the fabric of my suit. 95,96,97, …just a few more to go. 98, 99, 100 … and one more with a flourish. I tossed the comb at your bag. Your caresses and purring have convinced me that you want me as I want you. I reached around and caressed both breasts; right hand on right and left on left. I kneaded them gently until you whimpered and moaned. With my teeth, I untied the ties of your halter-top. I let it fall into your lap. You tossed it aside inviting me to continue my explorations of your nubile body. You reached behind and fondled my swollen manhood. Your touch was gentle and sure. You were no timid virgin. I reached down and stroked your pussy with one hand. Your suit was damp but not from the sea. I pushed it gently aside and caressed the soft silky hair. I moved lower and parted your sweet lips. You shivered and shuttered. My hands moved to your hips. I undid the ties. You pulled the suit away. You knelt between my legs wiggling your tight buns. You dropped to all four and told me to do it. You wanted some real action. With no reason to control myself further, I dropped my suit. I never let you out of my sight. I slid up behind you. Cock at the ready. I grasped your hips. My cock touched your pussy. I guided the head in. Slowly I pushed forward. You were so tight. Tighter than any ass I have fucked. You were encouraging me. Begging me to give it to you. I gently pushed and thrust till you had consumed me whole. I was in second heaven. You were purring and moaning. You savored the fullness of a man’s cock. One who would not come till you had been sated. I started gently stroking. Long smooth strokes. Slow at first. We could hear the waves rolling up the beach and the distinct wet noises of our union. In and out. I was thrusting more with each stroke. I was amazed that your tight pussy could accommodate me. I could just feel the mouth of your womb. Your cervix was right at the tip of my hot dick, the target of my love. We settled into an easy rhythm. You rocked back to meet each stroke. We were getting more primal. I pulled your hips to meet each thrust. My breathing was getting hard and labored. I could feel the last resistance fade from your pussy. It was mine. Your vagina began milking my shaft. I felt the tight waves of your arousal. You were getting louder. I paused. You told me you were close. You begged me not to stop. I returned to our rhythm but the spell was broken. I had become a raging stallion, a fierce ride for sweet Candy. I pulled you back on top of me and laid down. You straddled my throbbing cock and rode it up and down. I enjoyed the sweet sight of my cock going in and out of your pussy. I caressed your ass cheeks on each stroke wondering what other treasures you would share with me. Up and down you went. Shouting your passions. Suddenly you stopped. Your orgasm seized you. I bucked my hips and another wave ran over you. Again I bucked. You were almost crying in ecstasy. I took you in my arms and laid you down. I was ready to take you and to fill your pussy with my seed. I parted your legs and mounted you. My cock was in with one swift thrust. You sighed as another wave of passion washed over you. I started working my cock. You wrapped your legs around my back pulling me in as hard as you could. I shifted your legs to my shoulders to achieve the greatest penetration. You felt like I was going to split you but you wanted it all. I was panting. You knew I was going to fill you. You told me to give it to you. Every drop. With the roar of a volcano I erupted inside of you. You could feel the ejaculations….one, two and three. I was lost in my passion. My glazed eyes knew only that I wanted release. I pumped in and out. I bend down to kiss you. I rolled to my back taking you with me. I fondled your ass and held you tight. It was only mid afternoon. Who knows what your sweet body could inspire me to do?