by Desconhecido
There was a brief interlude after the busty babe in leather rode the naked guy offstage. The room went dark, and when the lights came up again, there were two beautiful blondes in Catholic schoolgirl outfits onstage. They did a nasty bump and grind to Only the Good Die Young, helping each other out of their schoolgirl uniforms as they kissed and fondled.
Ed’s dick stood right up and saluted. He particularly liked the Catholic schoolgirl angle. He knew all about those Catholic chicks. Not that he ever actually had one, of course, but he had a good idea what it’d be like to have one.
The girls kissed, letting their sweet, pink tongues touch briefly before they took turns sucking each others’ tongues into their mouths. Their bodies pressed together so tight you couldn’t slip a dollar bill between them. Their big, soft titties flattened together nipple to nipple as they groped and fondled each other.
They lay down on the floor, pussy to pussy, two different shades of blonde pubic hair mingling, and then they maneuvered until they were belly to belly. After a little more kissing and humping, one of the girl’s went down on the other one, sinking her tongue into her partner’s pink clam.
That was just too damn much for Ed, and when the two women started humping each other again, Ed could no longer contain himself. He dug the last of his money out and climbed right up onstage, pushing his way in between the two carpet munchers. They continued with the show despite his interference.
Ed managed to stuff a few bucks between one girl’s tits and cop a feel of the other one’s ass before the beefed-up bouncer from the front door got his meaty paws on him and pulled him off the stage.
It wasn’t a pretty sight at all. Ed’s head bounced off the floor a couple times. He saw stars. He heard some of the rowdier patrons hooting and hollering as the bouncer dragged him toward the exit.
“That’s it, Saint Dick,” the bouncer said. “Rudolph’s waitin.’”
“Where the fuck’s your Christmas spirit?” Ed asked, slurring the words.
“I’m the Grinch,” the bouncer told him, “And I’m just about to steal your fuckin’ Christmas.”
Then the big man did what he did best. He used Ed’s head to open the door, and then he tossed him out on his fat Santa Clause ass.
A yellow cab was parked at the curb. The cabbie leaned out his window, looking over the top of his cab. “You goin’ north, Santa?” he asked.
Ed felt like someone had caved his head in with a bat. He struggled to his feet and stumbled over to the cab. It took him a minute, but he finally managed to give the cabbie his address. He slid into the backseat of the cab, leaned back, and closed his eyes. He was dead-ass tired, drunk as a sailor on shore leave, and broke as a cheap promise.
The cabbie took one look at Ed in the rearview mirror, shook his head, and said, “You disgust me, Santa, stinkin’ like a brewery. We get to where we’re goin,’ you better be able to pay for this ride, you got that?”
“On the first day of Christmas, Santa gave to me…” Ed sang in an off key tone, flipping his middle finger at the cabbie.
The cabbie parked at the curb in front of Ed’s apartment building and waited while Ed went upstairs to get money. Ed jiggled the key in his lock and let himself into his ramshackle apartment. A gorgeous blonde stood next to his bed, naked except for a Santa hat, red panties, and white stockings with red stripes.
“I’m your Christmas present, Santa,” she said in a smooth-as-honey voice. “You can call me Candi Kane. Wanna lick?”
Candi Kane stretched out across the bed and opened her legs. Her thin red panties stretched over the plump mound of her pussy. Ed forgot all about the cabbie as he dove between Candi Kane’s legs, burying his face in the lush wet heat of her panty-covered pussy.
“Don’t be greedy, Santa, we’ve got plenty of time,” Candi Kane purred. “How do you feel about doing a sixty-nine?”
Ed climbed onto the bed. Candi straddled him in the sixty-nine position, wiggling her bottom in his face as she unzipped his Santa suit. She took out his stubby penis, jerked it a few times, then popped it in her mouth to suck on it.
“Don’t forget to deck my balls,” Ed said just before Candi Kane settled her ass and pussy back against his face.
Ed could hear Candi’s wet mouth smacking on his cock while her long, soft fingers stroked his balls. She stopped sucking long enough to look back at him with a pout. “Lick me, Santa, please. I’ve been such a good girl this year.”
How could Santa refuse? He pulled her panties to one side, uncovering the slick pink folds of her vulva. Ed pressed a thumb down on either side of her pussy and spread the smooth-shaven lips apart. His tongue danced its way inside her. She shifted her ass to assist him, and then she returned her focus to his cock, taking it to the hilt.
Damn, she did things with her mouth that had to be illegal. Ed’s cock was harder than he than he could remember it ever being. No surprise there, considering the remarkable skills this babe possessed. She worked both sides of his cock with her wet tongue, then she jerked him off as she concentrated sucking and nibbling the head of his cock.
Much as he didn’t want it to end, Ed was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to go the distance with this babe. She must have read his mind, though, because just about the time he was ready to pop, Candi spun around on him and dropped her ass onto his lap.
“I wanna ride Santa’s pole,” she said, rotating her hips as she slid down on his throbbing cock.
She threw herself forward, hanging her pale, heavy tits in Ed’s face. He devoured them, sucking each of her fat pink nipples into his mouth and whipping his tongue over them. He concentrated on her nipples to avoid thinking about how good her pussy felt gripping his cock, or how the silky edge of her panties caressed his dick until he thought he was going to lose his mind.
“Bite ’em, baby,” Candi Kane panted.
Ed slipped his hands under her ass and bounced her up and down his cock as he caught her nipples between his teeth and chewed them.
“Ohhh, Santa…” she squealed.
“Santa Clause is comin’ to town,” Ed said with a grunt.
He flipped Candi over and she back on all fours, her creamy ass wiggling invitingly, her panties all askew. Ed wrapped a fist around his stubby cock and guided it into Candi’s pussy doggy-style. He pulled his Santa coat up and out of the way so he could watch his dick slipping in and out of her soggy.
His hands found her hips. He dug his fingers in, pulling her back against him and holding tight as he began thrusting, banging away at her for all he was worth, his belly rolling and jiggling as it smacked her ass with every thrust.
This was too much. A girl like this could make it Christmas every day of the year. Ed loved the way her smooth ass jiggled as he pumped her pussy. His dick slipped in and out of her, the wet lips clinging to his shaft. Her inner lips folded in and out with every stroke of his dick, and ho, ho, ho, this girl was too much.
“Do my ass, Santa,” Candi insisted.
Ed pulled his cock from her pussy and took aim. He pushed his dick against the taut opening of her bottom, groaning as she opened up to him. His cock slid right into her ass, the tight heat gripping his cock and sucking it deep inside the confines of her back passage.
Ed wasn’t used to this kind of treatment from women. The only pussy he ever got was pussy he paid for, and even then he’d been turned down a few times. To have a chick like Candi Kane giving it up to him this way, letting him have her in any way he wanted her, was definitely a Merry Christmas to remember.
He held her hips and pumped into her with tight, jerky motions, stabbing his dick into the tight channel of her sweet ass. He could feel the dark little passage fitting itself around his pud, and oh Lord, this was going to be one hell of a Christmas light display.
He wanted to finish off in her pussy, so when he got his fill of her sweet, hot bottom, he let Candi climb on top of him again. She reached behind her and shoved a hand down between Ed’s legs. She gave his dick a good squeeze and
it was all over for him. His dick jerked in her hand and she began milking him as he filled her dripping honey pie with a thick coating of Santa’s eggnog. He lifted his wide load off the floor, driving his stubby dick up inside her, grunting and groaning until he lay panting on the floor, fully drained.
Candi continued to milk Santa’s nuts until his cock jerked inside her for the last time and then went limp. She slid back and knelt between his legs, taking his limp cock in one hand and slipping her mouth around it. Before he knew it was happening, Ed felt stirrings of another erection.
“Jingle balls,” he groaned…
* * * *
… looking up through a heavy blanket of wet snow, right up between a pair of sexy legs encased in white stockings and decorated with cute little candy canes.
Ed shook his head and tried to focus his vision. Between those legs was a strip of almost-sheer panty covering a plump blonde mound. A few wispy blonde pussy hairs stuck out around the lacy edges of those panties. He could see the dark cleft through the thin material.
“Are you all right, Santa?” the blonde asked. “Here, let me give you a hand.”
She squatted beside him and her legs opened wide, giving Ed a nice beaver shot. Did they still call it that? Whatever, Ed could see right up her skirt, and Merry fuckin’ Christmas, he couldn’t help but feel the Christmas joy spreading through his bright red trousers…
The Sexy Parts
I’d known her only since the day before. We’d met while I was signing copies of my new book at a local bookstore. Kim had pushed her way to the front of the line and tossed her copy on the table. She told me to sign it, “For the girl who gave me the hottest night of my life.”
Five feet tall, blonde hair, blue-green eyes, she was the stuff of wet dreams.
“But I’d be lying,” I said.
“Not after tonight,” she said, confident.
We were in my hotel room, starting the second night of a one-night stand. She reached for the champagne, running her long, sexy fingers along the neck of the bottle, curling them around it when she reached the tip.
Sexy.
She was naked except for white ankle socks with lace. I’d asked her to leave those on. She popped the champagne cork and slid the tip of the bottle in her mouth, letting the thick foam spill over her lips and fingers.
She licked foam from her fingers, then she filled tulip-shaped glasses and handed one to me, straddling my chest as she did. She slid up until her knees came to rest on and her either side of the bed, her pussy within licking distance.
“Wanna eat me?” she asked.
Her angelic face was almost enough to make me feel guilty for the thoughts running through my mind, but her naughty grin reminded me she was all woman.
I set my glass aside, slid my hands under her ass, and pulled her to me, working my tongue between her damp blonde curls to tease the pink pearl of her clit. I ran my hands up over her freckled breasts, caressing her pale-brown nipples with my thumbs.
She tilted her champagne between her breasts. A sparkling trail ran down her belly, past her navel, then ran down through her pubic hair and onto my tongue.
She dropped her empty glass over the edge of the bed, then she slid back and leaned over me, dangling her wet breasts in my face. I pushed them together and licked her champagne-flavored nipples until they stood out hard.
Her damp pussy brushed the tip of my cock. She wiggled back until the head of my cock just barely penetrated her outer lips.
“Wanna fuck me?” she whispered. She pushed back some more. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“More than anything,” I said.
She stroked my balls and slid her hand up my cock the same as she’d done to the champagne bottle earlier. She rubbed it between the plump lips of her pussy, caressing the soft, wet pink folds, teasing it against her opening.
She turned around suddenly, taking her pussy away from my cock, putting it in my face. I spread her ass, digging my fingers into the soft flesh and pulling her wide, fully exposing her pretty pink pussy and taut asshole. She moaned with pleasure as my tongue slid inside her.
She enclosed my cock with her breasts and jerked me off, catching the tip of my dick in her mouth every time it peeked above the creamy slopes of her breasts.
She suck and lick it a few seconds before releasing it again.
While she busied herself with my cock, I ventured up and circled her taut anus. She looked at me over her shoulder, moaning, and said, “Ummm, I like when you lick me there.”
We shifted positions again. She lay down on the bed. I kissed her neck, then brushed my lips over her nipples. After tracing the faint blue veins of her milk-white breasts, I went to work on her belly button.
She fingered her pussy and then stuck it in my mouth. I licked it clean, then I dipped my head and kissed her pubic mound. She opened her legs wider, took my face in her hands, and directed me to the spot she wanted me to lick.
“Oh yeah, right there…” she gasped.
She pumped her hips, rubbing her pussy against my face. I nibbled her clit, then I kissed my way down one leg, leaving a trail of kisses all the way. I took her sock off with my feet, kissed her ankles and sucked her delicate toes. I did the same with her other foot.
By the time I reached her pussy again, she was fingering herself. I replaced her finger with my own as I nibbled her clit.
“Fuck me now,” she insisted.
She guided me inside her. The walls of her pussy closed around my shaft until it felt like I was being sucked into her. She opened her legs wide, then she lifted her ass off the bed as I entered her with a single smooth thrust.
She grabbed my ass and wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her.
“Suck on my tits,” she panted.
I hooked my mouth over one nipple and sucked. She pumped her hips harder as I drew a good portion of her breast into my mouth. She was athletic. Her muscles rippled as she twisted and turned and arched her back.
We devoured each other. She moaned and gasped, her fingers clawed the sheets and tore red marks down my back, and we slipped together in a sweat-drenched dance of skin on skin.
She came first, arching into me and shuddering as the pleasure overtook her. I pushed all the way into her, reaching my own climax only seconds later.
We took a shower afterward, where Kim locked her ankles behind my back and held tight as I fucked her against the wall.
We had room service for dinner-a bottle of wine and seafood-then made love again before falling asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.
She woke me up the third morning by sucking my cock. A bowl of strawberries and whipped cream sat on a cart next to the bed.
“Breakfast in bed,” she said.
I plucked a strawberry from the bowl. She came up to give me a long, deep kiss. I turned her over and painted her nipples with sticky red strawberry juice. Next I rubbed a handful of the sweet, plump fruit into her already-wet pussy, then topped it off with mounds of thick whipped cream.
I went down on her, lapping up the sweet berries and whipped cream, tasting her pussy with every swipe of my tongue.
She turned over and raised her bottom, sliding a hand between her legs to open her pussy with two fingers. I entered her from behind, effortlessly slipping my cock into her sticky-sweet pussy. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, my balls kissed her clit in rhythm.
“Ohhhh… I’m coming, yeahhhhh…” she cried.
She pulled away, turned on her knees, and jerked me into her mouth.
We lay together afterward, satiated for the time being.
“You never told me which part of my book you like best,” I said, holding her close to me.
She kissed me. I tasted everything in that kiss-strawberries, whipped cream, our combined juices…
“That’s easy,” she said. “The sexy parts.”
Slippery
The clerk at the grocery store had looked at Amanda like she was from another planet when she’d wheel
ed her cart through the line not once, but twice, each time with her cart completely filled with gallon containers of cooking oil. Carrying all of it into the house had worn her out.
She emptied the gallon jugs of oil into her bathtub until it was full, then she went into the bedroom and covered the bed with a piece of clear, heavy plastic.
Mark was due home any minute.
She lit candles all around the house and turned off all the lights, then she carried a bottle of wine and two glasses upstairs to the bedroom.
She undressed and stood before a full-length mirror, admiring her long legs and high, firm breasts. Her nipples were pink and puckered. She ran her hands over her boobs and squeezed them, letting the thumb of each hand brush her nipples.
She dropped one hand down and fingered her pussy. She was already hot and aroused. Her juices were flowing freely, lubricating her opening so that she easily slid two fingers inside herself.
Tonight was the night she would make Mark’s fantasy come true. He’d always wanted her covered in oil and completely at his disposal. Tonight was his birthday, and her gift to him was this fantasy.
She went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub of oil, careful not to slip and fall. Breaking her neck would never do. The fantasy would be spoiled if Mark came home to find her in a tub of oil with a broken neck.
She squatted slowly, enjoying the way the oil engulfed her, lapping at her thighs and pussy. She stretched out her legs until her feet touched one end of the tub, then she leaned against the back of the tub and sank even deeper into the viscous liquid, watching it flow heavily over her belly and her tits. She continued to submerge herself, going down until the oil slid past her chin and over her face, until finally she was beneath the surface.
She sat up so that her head and shoulders were free of the heavy, slick liquid. Her blonde hair was darker now, clinging in heavy strands against her cheeks. She wiped her hair back wiped the excess oil from her eyes.
