On the third day of Christmas, Kris Kringle gave to me… two young lovers getting distracted while decorating cookies.
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“Lucas, *stop*, I’m trying to -”
“I’m not *doing* anything, shut *up!*”
“You *are*! You took my little fuckin’ – my -”
“Your what? Your magic gumdrops?”
“They’re marshmallows and they’re *mine*!”
“Then come and get ‘em!”
The playful bickering dissolved into excited giggles as the young couple took off running through their tiny apartment, the woman slipping in her thigh-high red-and-white striped socks. She nearly fell, but her boyfriend caught her just before they both toppled down onto the couch, their faces screwed up in joyous laughter. They were the true epitome of young love, smiling at each other as they stopped laughing long enough to share a deep, passionate kiss.
“You’re dumb,” the woman – a natural redhead with a beautiful, slightly pudgy body – said with a giggle, standing up.
“You’re dumber,” Lucas responded, standing up with her and pulling her into a loving hug. “Come on – let’s go finish this batch.”
The woman straightened her soft, short red dress, and they made their way back to the kitchen. The smell of fresh-baked vanilla sugar cookies floated through the apartment, and she inhaled warmly as she bent down to grab a new piping bag for the icing. Decorating Christmas cookies with her boyfriend was probably one of the best ideas she’d had this entire holiday season.
*Smack!*
“Hey!” She sat up and spun around as she held one hand to her bare ass, knowing the spot her boyfriend had smacked would be slightly red. “Don’t you have any manners?”
“Manners?” Lucas said with a laugh, brushing his dark brown hair out of his face. “Anette Michael Waterson, are *you* of all people lecturing *me* about manners?”
“Not lecturing,” she said with a smile and a roll of her lovely green eyes, turning around to face the counter again. Her boyfriend’s soft, lightly-tanned hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and she moaned softly, pushing her ass back against him. His stubbly face nuzzled warmly against her neck, and his hot breath made her pussy ache with need for him. *Shit, am I that easy?* she wondered, blushing.
“I like when you lecture me,” Lucas purred, one of his hands reaching for the marshmallows again. Anette didn’t stop him this time, letting him pop one in his mouth as he let go of her and instead leaned back on the counter next to her. “You’re hot when you’re bossy.”
“You’re hot in general,” she teased, her eyes trailing over his body. He was shirtless, and his toned, skinny body was like a siren’s call to her. With a smile, she moved to hover in front of him, looking lovingly into his bright blue eyes before their lips touched again. Fuck, she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted to kiss him and touch him forever, to dissolve into him until they were one. Her hands moved to his chest, electricity sparking between them as their skin made contact.
Lucas suddenly yelped softly, pushing her gently away. She was concerned at first – until she realized the piping bag was still in her hand, and she had accidentally squeezed a thick line of frosting across one pectoral. “My bad,” she said with a soft laugh, looking up at him innocently.
“S’fine,” he chuckled, glancing down at the icing before meeting her gaze. There was a light of mischief in his eyes. “You should, uh… you should clean me up.” He was smiling like he knew something she didn’t.
“Oh?” She thought for a moment – then smiled. “Oh… I-I could do that.” Her heart was racing as she leaned forward cautiously, her tongue poking out to lick the vanilla-white frosting off. Lucas shivered as her hot tongue touched his cold skin, thriving off of the erotic tension of the situation. Anette looked so pretty in her little red dress, with the skirt barely covering her ass, her little white thong peeking out from under it, and those damn striped socks. She looked too damn cute. She looked fuckable, and he couldn’t resist grabbing her by her soft, wide hips and pulling her closer against his growing erection.
“Do it again,” he murmured.
“Again?”
“Please – more,” he moaned, biting at his lower lip. “Feels good…” Every muscle in his body was tense with anticipation. His girlfriend obliged, touching the cold metal tip of the piping bag to his skin again, drawing a line with the frosting and quickly following it with her tongue. He shivered as she ended with several light kisses, her touch echoing through his tingling body. His chest had always been sensitive, and she knew it, and now her kisses fluttering over his skin were making him ache with lust. He tilted his head back in pleasure, and she took the opportunity to draw a scraggly line along his collar, leading up along his neck. A moment passed where she let him wait, and he almost opened his eyes – then her tongue traced after the frosting, and he moaned without being able to stop himself. She giggled in response, her lips latching on to his neck and sucking gently, teasing him with the mere idea of a possible hickey. He was grinding her against his bulge now, not caring how needy he looked.
She released him, and he grinned at her, breathless. “Fuck, that’s… wow,” he stammered.
“I want a turn,” Anette purred, and he watched in amazement as she reached into her already-low-cut dress and pulled one breast into view, then the other. They were big – D-cups – and perky enough to look as if they were begging to be sucked on, calling to him, beckoning him. Anette handed him the piping bag, and he smiled, flipping them so that she was the one pressed against the counter. With shaking hands and a rock-hard cock, he placed one hand on her lower back – really to hold himself steady, more than her – and used the other to draw a line along the top of one plump breast. He had to bend down to lick it, but the way she moaned made it all worth it.
Anette watched as he repeated the motion again, then once more. He was teasing her, as she had done to him, barely getting close to where she wanted his mouth. She let out a soft, whining moan, arching her back after the third stripe of frosting to ask him silently for more. He smiled – didn’t say a word, but the grin on his handsome face was wrought with devilish intent. His hand left the small of her back to instead cup one of her tits, circling the nipple with frosting. Her heart was racing, and her clit was practically throbbing now. Lucas bent down a little further, his tongue following the line of frosting before flicking over her hard nipple, and she moaned, her hand flying to his hair to grab a handful, holding him there.
“Greedy bitch,” Lucas whispered. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the erect little nub, squeezing his handful of her breast as he did. She moaned, her mouth falling open as she watched his lips wrap around her nipple – a moment later he was sucking gently, his hips grinding against her lower belly. Anette groaned as she felt his cock against her, hard and ready for her. Her free hand reached down to stroke him through his blue snowflake-print pajama pants. He was bigger than most of the boyfriends she’d had, and it made her nervous sometimes, but right now she just wanted to play with it.
Lucas switched to the other breast, suckling on her nipple a little more forcefully, abandoning the piping bag to instead reach down and graze two fingers over her panties, just over her aching clit. She gasped, her legs suddenly weak with pleasure. Lucas took the chance to free himself from his latch on her tits, grabbing a handful of her thick thighs and hoisting her up. Anette’s hands moved to his arms, feeling his biceps flex as he lifted her onto the counter. It was cold against her ass, and she was sure they accidentally knocked a few things over, but neither of them gave a damn.
Anette spread her legs for him without a word, moaning as he pulled her against him. He kissed her again, and her lips parted to allow his tongue to slide into her mouth. She could taste the vanilla frosting, and her hands tangled in his hair once more as he kissed her. His hands still gripped her by the thighs – she was self-conscious about how thick and jiggly they were, but in moments like this, she couldn’t pay attention to the insecurity, only the feeling of his body against hers.
“Fuck,” Lucas moaned when they broke the kiss. “*Need* you… need to taste you.”
Anette moaned at the breathless words, her whole body shaking as he dropped to his knees in front of her. A whole seven months together, and he still gave her butterflies when he did this shit. She tried to prop her legs up, her knees bent to give him access to her pussy, where a wet spot was already forming in her thin white panties, but her socked feet slipped on the granite. Lucas put her legs around his shoulders instead, and she smiled as he pressed her thighs tighter against his face, savoring the feeling for a moment. Then he reached up under her dress to hook his fingers into the waistband of her thong, tugging it off effortlessly. She thanked herself for shaving the day before, having known he was going to spend the day with her today; cool air rushed over her cunt as she reached down with one hand to spread the wet pink lips with her fingers. Lucas’s eyes were dark with lust as he grinned up at her.
Anette realized he was reaching for something behind her. She turned to look, but Lucas had already grabbed what he wanted. She watched, her legs still balanced on his broad shoulders, as he held a cherry by the stem, just above her clit. He had taken one of the maraschino cherries from their cookie-decorating kit. “What – what are you doing, dumbass?” she said, her voice heavy with love and lust.
“Just having some fun,” he answered, dragging the cherry lightly up and down along her slit. She moaned at the sensation, watching as the cherry slid gently between her delicate folds. A layer of pink liquid started to form on the surface of the fruit, a mixture of the juice from the cherry jar and the hot cum oozing from her pussy. Lucas leaned forward a little, his tongue reaching for her. He flicked at the cherry first, making her wait for him. She whimpered, her heart pounding against the inside of her chest as she wriggled her hips against him, desperate to get his tongue on her.
Finally, he licked at her clit, sending sparks through her thighs and belly, making her throw her head back and moan, her mouth falling into an O-shape as he flicked her clit over and over again. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter, and she fell back on her elbows, reveling in the skill of his tongue. Her hips bucked unconsciously against his face, but he maintained the same pressure, the same movement, and her legs trembled in response to the constant stimulation.
He pulled away after a bit, leaving her trembling slightly with the sudden memory of his tongue, and she raised her head again to watch as he dragged the cherry up and down along her pussy again, this time stopping at her entrance. Keeping the stem pinched between his thumb and forefinger, he used his middle finger to push the cherry between her lips. Anette mewled softly, sitting up and backing away a little. “What – Lucas -”
“It’s okay,” Lucas reassured her, “just go with it. You’ll like this, I promise.”
*Oh, fuck it,* she told herself. She leaned back again, letting him push the cherry into her waiting hole. It slid past her lips with ease, feeling sticky and cold, but it was new, and she loved it. One second more – then she gasped as the cherry entered her, as well as his middle finger, pushing it deeper and deeper. She moaned as he let go of the stem to add his index finger, scissoring the two digits to stretch her open for him. She could feel her juices leaking down her ass, wetting the countertop, and she delighted in the careless mess they were making.
Her boyfriend began to pump his fingers in and out of her, the cherry bumping her cervix with every small thrust of his hand. His thumb found her clit, and she whined with pleasure as he started rubbing circles on the engorged little button. Her curly red hair had fallen into her face now, and sweat was beading on her forehead. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her tits still exposed, and the sounds her pussy made as he fingered her were deliciously obscene.
One long, slow lick replaced Lucas’s thumb, and he groaned in ecstasy. “Tastes like cherry,” he laughed softly, before he began planting sloppy kisses all over her cunt, his fingers still sliding in and out of her hole. Anette quickly dissolved into a moaning, keening mess as he facefucked her sweet, dripping pussy. His fingers were like magic, his tongue and lips sending bolts of pleasure through her whole body. Her toes curled in the striped socks as he worked on her, and Lucas’s cock was throbbing as he watched her succumb to the pleasure.
She was close, damn close. Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the whole apartment, and she was sure the neighbors would be pissed with her tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care, about anything. Her mind had been completely wiped out for the time being, replaced entirely with the euphoria she felt now. Her thighs trembled on either side of Lucas’s head, but he didn’t let up, his fingers pumping in and out, in and out, his lips wrapped around her clit while his tongue slithered in circles around it, his own hand reaching into his pajama pants to pump his hard, leaking cock.
It was so much. It was all way too much. Anette grabbed the hem of her dress in one hand, hiking it up to her mouth to have something to bite down on in a feeble attempt to muffle her scream of pleasure. The other hand grabbed at her boyfriend’s hair again, tugging roughly as he lapped at her impossibly wet cunt. His fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside, and she was gone, thrashing and moaning, nearly bucking herself off the counter as she splattered him with her cum, his shoulders and face being the only thing to keep her stable. Her pussy quivered around his skillful fingers, and tears prodded the corners of her eyes as the force of her orgasm sent ripples of fire through her soft, chubby body.
It lasted for several seconds, and when she finally started to drift down from the enormous high, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt, slowly, gently bringing the cherry with them. His tongue drove a stripe through her sweet folds one last time before he carefully brought his face away from between her thighs. When Anette opened her eyes, she was met with his smiling face holding the cherry between his teeth, his chin drenched in sticky pink fluid. “Fuck,” she gasped, “fuck, you’re amazing.”
I know,” he murmured through his teeth. She held eye contact as he sucked the cherry into his mouth, grabbing the stem and pulling it out clean. “And you taste amazing. Cherry or no cherry.”
She giggled, bringing one of her legs up to tease his bulge with her foot. He whined softly, catching himself on the counter as he fell forward a little. “I think it’s my turn,” Anette purred, and he nodded excitedly, starting to untie his pants.
*Ding!*
Both of them glanced toward the oven, where the timer displayed on the front had just hit zero. “Too bad,” she said, with a laugh at her boyfriend’s agitated groan. She reached one hand up to cup his face, and kissed him, feeling a flutter between her legs as she tasted her own juices on his lips, mixed with the sweet, sticky cherry remnants. “How about we put another batch in?” she asked when they separated. His smile was full of devilish intent, and she loved it. She winked at him as she hopped off the counter. “I’ll take care of you while we decorate these ones.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zmy943/tastes_like_cherry_kinkmas_day_3