by Freya Kane
He helped me up off the bed and kissed me sweetly before saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Like what you see?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
Michael shook his head no, and before I could react, he added, "I love what I see.”
Fertile Christmas
by
Freya Kane
Everyone always seems to think my life revolves around candy. I can understand it somewhat because I am a pretty young looking, despite the fact that I’m 23. When people see a girl with blonde hair who looks like the teenage dream of a cheerleader, people automatically shave a few years off my age. But the fact that I love candy and have a bit of an oral fixation doesn’t do much to help.
My absolute favorites are candy canes. I always look forward to the first day when those delicious, red and white swirled sticks start showing up in stores. Unwrapping that crinkling plastic wrapper and revealing that long, hard treat has always been my favorite part of the season.
I'm not ashamed to say I go through a couple of boxes every winter. As far as indulgences go, it's not the worst thing I could be putting in my mouth, and I've caught plenty of men staring at my lush, red lips as they wrap around that sugar cylinder. I'm definitely guilty of reveling in that attention. When I catch a man watching me with that hungry stare that says he's imagining my lips wrapped around his candy cane, I can't help but put on a little bit of a show.
I’ll slowly slide my lips further and further down the candy cane, taking it in deeper until I can feel it just brushing the back of my throat. Then I’ll lift my mouth off it with even more agonizing slowness until just the tip is in my mouth. I'll open my lips and let him see the tip of my tongue, stained just a little red from the candy, and then I'll swirl it around the end of the candy cane, licking the sticky candy until the stripes disappear and it's pure white.
I admit I get a thrill out of it. It’s all in good fun though. It’s not like I’m actually doing anything with those men. I’m a virgin, and I’m saving myself for someone special. But it never hurts to play.
Right now, I’m between boyfriends, but I've had my eye on Ethan for a long time. He works beside me, and I can’t help but stare at him during our long days. Our job is boring, simple work, just filing and making copies mostly, but it was better than working at the mall, and it gives me a steady income while I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. I idly flipped through a grad school brochure on my break, my lips and tongue pleasuring the candy cane.
I could feel a set of eyes boring into me, and I looked up. I caught sight of my crush staring at my peppermint-flavored performance with a look of open want written across his face.
I’m not going to lie, Ethan was devastatingly attractive with striking blue eyes and dark hair and a tightly muscled frame that his button-down shirts and dress pants clung to with perfection. Every unattached girl in the office had tried for a chance with him, but he always politely brushed them off. Seeing that look on his face directed at me made me wonder what the real reason was that he ignored the stream of pretty girls that perched their slender frames on his desk and offered their tiny bodies up to him.
Maybe Ethan liked his women to be a bit closer to home than the girls that filled our office. I watched as he shifted in his seat, and I could only imagine what it would look like when he stood up, the front of his pants stretched tight over the erection that I had given him.
I paused, imagining actually putting it to use and climbing on top of him. Was I really actually thinking about losing my virginity? The truth was, after a lot of lackluster dates and boyfriends that were more of a way to pass time than real love, I had ended up a virgin in my 20s almost accidentally. But when you bring it up to a guy, they all tend to freak out.
So I was stuck. I wanted sex desperately. I wanted to feel a cock stretching my pussy and filling me up. But after all this time, I wanted it to at least be a little bit special.
What was more special than Christmas?
Seeing the state I had gotten my crush in with just a few licks reminded my virginal body how much it wanted to feel a man’s thick organ inside it. Mirroring Ethan’s earlier motion, I squirmed in my seat, feeling the dampness between my legs growing as I wondered what it would feel like to sit on his lap and unzip those tight pants to get to the surprise inside.
The office was almost empty this late in the day. The last few stragglers were packing up purses and shutting down computers, eager to escape to holiday parties and last minute Christmas shopping. Within a few minutes, Ethan and I were alone, but he made no move to get up from his seat. His problem obviously hadn’t subsided on its own, and since it was my own fault, it only seemed fair that I help him take care of that problem.
“I saw you watching me,” I said, pausing at the edge of his desk.
Ethan sputtered for a moment, trying unsuccessfully to make me think that he had no idea what I was talking about, but the bulge in his lap clearly said otherwise, and he gave up.
“The things you were doing with that candy cane,” he said, something like awe in his voice. “I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like for you to do that to my cock.” He flushed and looked around guiltily, as though he expected our boss to be watching from the shadows. “You’re so sexy, Molly. I know it’s wrong and horrible to be thinking about you like this at work,” he muttered to himself, almost bitterly, before looking up at me, and noticing that my very ample chest was right at eye level from where he was sitting. “I just can’t stop thinking about your curves and those big, fantastic tits.”
I shivered at his words. A lot of men stared at my body, and, even though I was a virgin, I knew what they were thinking about. I had never noticed Ethan staring at me before, but I was far from grossed out. The dampness between my legs had grown into a flood, and I was starting to wonder if I hadn’t been a virgin long enough. Suddenly, I was hungry for something much better than a candy cane.
I dropped down to my knees beside Ethan in the vacant office, ready to give in to a fantasy that had started wetting my panties. I reached for the front of his pants and slowly drew the straining zipper down, revealing pale blue boxers covered in snowflakes. I giggled and looked up to see Ethan smiling sheepishly. “They’re festive,” he said, his words cut off by a moan when I reached through the slit in his boxers and pulled out his impressive cock.
“Molly!” he groaned, drawing out every syllable of my name as I wrapped my fingers around his length and gave a tentative stroke. He was rock hard, and the knowledge that I was the one who had made him this way when every other girl in the office had been trying and failing to get his attention filled me with a pure sense of feminine power. My lips curled into a smile as I lowered my head.
Ethan’s cock seemed huge. I wasn’t completely inexperienced with men. I’d never had sex or given a blowjob before, but I’d given a few handjobs to eager boyfriends over the years. My hand seemed tiny as it stretched around Ethan’s thick shaft. I paused with my mouth hovering right above the head, wondering how I was ever going to fit it inside my mouth. . . or my pussy.
I wrapped my lips around the head first, and I used the tip of my tongue to circle his head, using the same motion I used with the candy cane. The taste of salt exploded over my tongue from the pre-come that was already coating the head, a sharp counterpart to the peppermint flavor coating my mouth. Then, following the length of his shaft, I began sinking down deeper, tracing the vein as though I was following one of the red stripes on my candy canes.
Ethan’s dick was long, easily eight inches, but my little show earlier had given him an anticipation of what was to come. I relaxed my throat and continued down, taking him deeper and deeper until my nose was pressed against the soft fabric of his boxers and my lips were stretched around the root of his cock. I coughed as my throat stretched around him, but all the flirting with the candy had definitely loosened my throat up, so Ethan fit perfe
ctly.
Feeling a bit festive myself, I started humming the first song that popped into my head, the melody of “O Christmas Tree.” The vibrations of my throat around his length had Ethan sobbing my name and yanking on my blonde hair with a desperation that told me how close he was.
“Molly,” he breathed, his voice shaking with the effort of not coming. “Your mouth. . . fuck, it feels so good. I don’t want to come. I want you to keep doing that-“
His voice cut off in a loud moan as the pleasure of my mouth became too much, and he couldn't hold back any longer. The strong, salty taste of his come filled my mouth as his cock pulsed and twitched. I swallowed every drop.
Looking up, I let his softening cock slip from my lips, licking them daintily before saying in a voice husky with desire, “How about we continue this at home?”
“Absolutely,” Ethan replied, tucking himself back into his boxers and pants before standing up on shaky legs. “Lead the way.”
Passing my desk, he grabbed a handful of candy canes from the open box.
***
Ethan couldn’t get enough. I had taken him by surprise with my forwardness, but once the initial shock wore off, he was ready to show me that I wasn’t the only one with an oral fixation.
My back was pressed against the door to my apartment, and Ethan was plastered to the front of me, his lips sealed against mine and his tongue intimately learning what the inside of my mouth tasted like. Ethan’s enthusiasm had me very ready to see what else he could do with that tongue.
His hands were everywhere. After watching me from afar for so long, it was almost as though he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch first. His hands skated over my hips and the curves of my ass and thighs before moving upward to discover my more than ample breasts. His right hand slipped under my shirt and pushed inside my bra cup, finding the hard point of my nipple among the softness of my breasts and pinching and rubbing it until my knees went weak.
Fumbling through my purse, I finally found my keys and jammed them into the keyhole, flinging the door open and dragging him inside before we gave our neighbors even more of a show.
Ethan wasn’t interested in anything but what was underneath my red sweater, so I dispensed with the niceties and dragged him into my bedroom.
“You need to take that sweater off right now,” Ethan begged. “I’ve been dying to find out what you look like underneath.”
Coyly, I peeled off the sweater, watching his eyes widen with lust when he saw my large breasts barely encased in the red mesh bra. The thin fabric was nearly transparent and left nothing to the imagination. Ethan’s eyes were riveted to my nipples, both already standing at stiff peaks from his attentions.
I reached behind myself and unfastened the clingy pencil skirt I wore. The black skirt accentuated every curve of my ass, and Ethan later confessed to me that today wasn’t the first time he’d gotten hard at work from watching me. Bending over to load the copy machine with paper pulled my skirts tight against my ass, and he couldn’t help staring, and his dick couldn’t help swelling.
I pushed the skirt down and stepped out of the pool of black fabric by my feet. I wore a matching pair of red panties, transparent enough that Ethan could see the lips of my freshly waxed pussy, damp and longing for him.
I sauntered to the bed and straddled Ethan. If my forwardness bothered him, he didn’t mention it. Instead he pulled me closer to him. I moved to take off my bra, but Ethan smiled and whispered, “Leave it on” before lowering his mouth to my breast.
His tongue circled my nipple, wetly sucking on the hard peak through the thin fabric while his free hand squeezed my other breast. I could feel a new bulge starting to grow beneath me. It wouldn’t be long before Ethan was ready for round two.
I rocked against him, the thin panties doing nothing to hide how wet I was. I knew Ethan had to be able to feel my heat and wetness soaking into the front of his pants, and it just made me even hotter.
Without warning, Ethan reversed our positions, and I found myself sprawled on my back. Instinctively my legs fell open, giving Ethan a clear view of what was waiting for him between the flesh of my thighs.
Ethan dove right in without waiting for an invitation. The mesh fabric of the red panties gave him a clear view of my slick opening, and he lowered his mouth to my cloth-covered mound. The teasing sensation of his tongue touching my most intimate place through the barrier of the fabric drove me wild. I bucked my hips upwards, grinding against his mouth to try and get as much friction as possible.
None of my boyfriends had ever done this to me, and the feelings Ethan was bringing out in me were making my head spin.
Ethan’s tongue found the swollen nub of my clit and licked it through the sodden crotch of my panties before deciding that enough was enough. He gripped either side of the flimsy fabric and pulled, splitting them in two and tossing the torn fabric aside. I liked those panties, but I couldn’t bring myself to be annoyed at him when that perfect mouth descended to my pussy.
My legs were spread wide, and all my secrets were open for Ethan to taste and touch. He kissed my lower lips with just as much enthusiasm as he had kissed my mouth. His tongue probed my entrance before slipping inside to taste what I had to offer. His tongue snaked inside my pussy, stroking my inner walls and tasting the deep well of pleasure within me before retreating to suckle at my aching clit.
Ethan continued this pattern for a few long minutes, and I was so engrossed in the exquisite amounts of pleasure pouring over me that I barely heard the crinkling of plastic. I didn’t even register what he was doing until I felt the blunt and unyielding stick of candy pressing against my opening.
I opened my eyes and stared at Ethan, wide-eyed and shaking with arousal, as he pushed the end of one of my candy canes inside of my pussy. I cried out in pleasure, watching as the red and white swirled stick disappeared inside my pussy, and then gasping in surprised bliss when Ethan began pumping it in and out of me.
The candy cane was only about two inches inside my pussy when Ethan hit my barrier. He froze. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, shocked.
I nodded, suddenly feeling shy despite the position I was in. “The first time I ever sucked a cock. . . it was yours. And the first time anyone has licked my pussy was just now.” I held Ethan’s gaze and added, “And I’m hoping that the first time anyone fucks me will be today.”
Ethan groaned. “Yes, baby. I’m definitely going to be fucking you today.” A mischievous glint grew in his eye. “But I know how much you like candy. . .”
I rarely bought the run of the mill candy canes. They were too thin and disappeared too quickly. I always preferred something a bit more substantial, so I bought thick, straight candy sticks, and instead of being smooth the candy was ridged and braided. I had always liked the differing sensations of the extra texture in my mouth, but sliding into my pussy turned it into something completely different and entirely pleasurable.
Ethan wielded his candy covered scepter with the same skill he had wielded his tongue earlier. He fucked me with the candy stick until the candy was sticky with my juices, always being careful not to hurt me. He pulled the candy from my body and brought it up to my lips, slippery with my own essence. “Suck on that for me,” he asked, and I opened wide.
The taste of peppermint filled my mouth, along with the sweet-salty flavor of my pussy that coated every inch of the candy stick. Holding Ethan’s gaze, I tracked my tongue along the bumps and curves of the stick, searching for every trace of my own juices at coated the stick.
Without breaking eye contact, Ethan lowered his mouth back to my pussy. His tongue flicked inside me briefly before he lifted his head up to say, “Your pussy tastes like Christmas.”
I laughed at that, but my amusement was quickly cut off when Ethan turned his attention back between my legs and began eating me out in earnest. The teasing licks and quick, light touches were gone. Ethan honed it with a laser focus on my clit, flattening his tongue over that tiny cluster of nerves
and licking me with a single-minded focus. My breath caught, and within a few seconds, I was shaking and screaming my pleasure, the candy cane in my mouth forgotten as an intense orgasm poured over me.
While I was still shaking with the aftershocks, Ethan pulled away just long enough to yank off his clothes before returning to my side. His cock was back at full hardness and very ready to go. I couldn’t wait to feel that fantastic staff slam inside me and take my virginity.
The thought of condoms and protection flickered through my mind, but I quickly pushed them aside. I knew I was crazy for taking such a risk, but I wanted to feel Ethan’s cock inside me with nothing between us, and if his come got me pregnant. . . well, Ethan would probably get even more turned on if my breasts and belly swelled. It was worth the danger.
Ethan’s face was smeared with my juices when he kissed his way up my body, leaving a sticky, peppermint flavored trail up my belly. When he reached my breasts, he unhooked my bra and threw it aside before continuing his trek up my body until he reached my face.
