Christmas Candy Cane Dildo

Christmas Candy Cane Dildo: The Christmas Miracle Popsicle. A Sexy Erotic Tale about Renewed Christmas Spirit

A Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest story.

I haven't celebrated Christmas in 3 years. Why would I need to? I am single, no kids, no family, 31 pretty much going on 50. My pussy is filled with cobwebs. Well to fit the Christmas, Holiday theme, my pussy is filled with SNOW & SMOOT. My vibrator and dildo is working overtime for all the cocks & dicks that haven't entered these snow and smoot filled, tight vaginal walls. I made it a tradition to gift myself a new sex toy for each Christmas (and Valentine's and New Years' and Thanksgiving) that I spent alone. 3 years straight, 4 Holidays, & 12 sex toys. I have built quite the collection. Not sure if that is pathetic (or ingenious). 3 years prior my life ended. A terrible freak Labor Day boating accident that took my parents, siblings, my fiancé.... My whole family. The first few months I was numb but I never missed an orgasm. Cumming was the only thing that made me feel happy and alive. Feeling the warm, thick liquid slowly dripping from my mount was my savior.

Even with all that tragedy I never lost my sexual appetite or desire. It just transformed. After the accident and broken engagement I fucked like a rabbit for exactly 2 and half months straight. I took my bereavement leave for those two plus months and just fucked. I thought if I fucked nonstop I wouldn't have to grieve. Gangbangs. Glory Holes. Twosomes, Threesomes, Foursomes. Men, Women, Other. Fucking 3 men a day for 3 days straight. Fucking in public parks, cars, between book shelves in the library, and public restrooms. Washing cum and cunt out my hair. Toothbrush filled with pubic hair on my brittles. I remember fucking a sweaty gross mall cop (yes a mall security guard) in a mall elevator just as the mall was closing. Yes fucking shameful and embarrassing. Well on the last day of that 2 month plus period I just couldn't get up out of bed. I cried for 3 days because I realized that Thanksgiving was next week and I was all alone. So I ordered a Corn on the Cob Shaped dildo. I meant for it to be a gag gift but by that Thanksgiving I was gagging on it and pouring my warm festive insides gravy all over it. That orgasm was the most intense one I had. For Christmas the same year I got a Candy Cane shaped vibrating dildo. Over the years I have collected such novelty sex toys such as Drumstick shaped Butt plug, vibrating ginger bread underwear with matching gingerbread scented lube, a buttplug with a bell, and reindeer vibrator to name a few.

By far my favorite toy was my very expensive custom made Candy Cane shaped, rotating vibrating warming flesh dildo. It was 9 inches, veiny, and it filled me up with Christmas cheer. I am sure Santa Klaus, his elves, and Rudolf the Rednosed Reindeer can hear me moaning all the way from the North Pole. Anyways, long backstory aside, this is how my story starts. My vibrator battery died Christmas Eve evening. I was going to fuck myself before I took a shower (I had went to the gym in my apartment complex) but before I could do anything it died. I had lost the wall charger so I had to rely on batteries as backup. I looked for 30 minutes before I decided to go out and get batteries.

What was supposed to be a quick store run turned into 45 minutes of me trying to find a store that was open. I live in a small town, so it wasn't unusual but I thought at least the gas stations and rest stops would be open. They weren't.

I noticed that the steady snow was starting to pick up and become flurries so I gave up. This is because being stuck in a snowstorm Christmas Eve is worst than not being able to be fucked by your favorite sex toy, especially when you have 11 other toys to choose from.

I park and I make my way inside my apartment complex. When I get to my door I see my next door neighbor, a rugged lumberjack of a man, kicking his door in frustration. He was barefoot, in nothing but a tank and red satin pajama pants. I couldn't help but notice the imprint of his cock through his pants as he banged on the door angrily. Our eyes lock. Nervous tension builds. He breaks the ice

"I locked myself out.... My car alarm went off and I ran outside without thinking.... The door slammed behind me."

"I'm sorry, I replied, keeping it brief. I put my key in lock, then I turned it, before stopping. Wait what I am thinking? What kind of neighbor am I? Express some concern.

"Did you call for a locksmith or our building's maintenance?" I ask, looking at his now red, wet feet. I quickly looked around, it was starting to snow even harder.

"No locksmiths are open now. Plus the building's maintenance is not available until tomorrow morning at 9 am. I spoke to overnight security just before you got here. He allowed me to make a whole bunch of calls." my neighbor answered. He was trying hard not to shiver but his lips were quivering and his teeth were chattering.

"That sucks! What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I don't have my cell phone. Maybe I can sleep in my car? I don't think I can sleep in the lobby." He answered with long pauses. His face, arms, chest were a soft red.

I pause for a moment. I should offer shelter but at the same time I barely know him... Well that's not entirely true. He helped me move a bunch of heavy items I ordered 4 months ago. I offered him a drink and he stayed for like 10 minutes. He seemed nice enough. In my mind I said to myself, Scrooge bitch, Offer to help you Grinch! I debated for a minute more before I replied

"Do you want to come in? There's a big snowstorm brewing plus if you stay a minute more out here you will freeze to death?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"I'm sure. It's pretty much Christmas. Do you want to be found dead in your car on Christmas morning when you could've stayed inside a neighbor's heated, comfy apartment?"

He quickly responded yes and we both went inside.

He looked around rubbing his hands together.

I take off my coat, gloves, hat and hang them up.

"Do you want some tea? .... I'm so sorry, what is your name again?"

"Yes please. Nickolas, you can also call me Nick, you?"

"Christina but you can call me Chris or Tina. By the way, make yourself at home."

I wash my hands and put the kettle under my kitchen faucet. I watch him as he paced back and forth trying to warm up. I couldn't help but notice his cock imprint bobbing out his red satin pajamas pants with every sharp turn. I wonder how it looked without that thin red Satin in the way.

A few minutes later, the tea is made. I also warmed up some leftover dinner and dessert before I brought out a big serving tray to the living room. Nick quickly helps me.

I settle down on my couch and so does he. Awkward small talk quickly turned into deep conversation. I found that we are both spending the holidays alone and that we are both single. As he warmed up I noticed that his cock imprint has become more prominent and I catch myself staring at his long hard icicle. It's been 3 fucking years without a frozen Popsicle melting inside of me. He notices the pause in the conversation and catches me staring. I quickly looked away embarrassed and avoided his eyes.

"I'm sure you want to rest now. Allow me to get you some pillows and blankets." I quickly rush inside my bedroom to my linen closet to get some extra sheets, blankets and pillows. A few minutes later I'm back in the living room. He tries to help me with everything because my hands are full and I can't see my feet. This is when my very large Candy Cane shaped rotating vibrating warming flesh dildo falls out from between one of the blankets.

The loud heavy thump made us both look down. I am frozen for a minute, trying to register what just happened. Wasn't that on my bed? It took me another minute to realize that I just dropped my big Candy Cane dildo in front of my hot, probably with an even bigger cane neighbor. I lunge to the floor as he tries to pick it up to give it to me. We both fall over. I am on top of him, on all fours with one hand on my dildo and the other hand on his cock gripping it very tightly. My hand literally fell on his dick. His body feels hot against mine. Or is it because my body is hot against him?. His dick wasn't cold like a Popsicle but was certainly hard like one.

I quickly move and sit on butt on the floor mortified. I start apologizing without making eye contact. He laughs really hard as he holds my Candy Cane shaped dildo.

"I'm sorry this is none of my business but can you explain to me why you have a Candy Cane shaped dildo? He asks between chuckles.

My face is hot, and my throat feels dry. I was prepared to grab my dildo back and make a mad dash into my room but I physically couldn't move. I am frozen. All I could do was look down at my lap. Not only is my face hot but it's also sweaty. Though sweaty isn't the right word, it's wet. That's when I realized I was crying. The dildo is on my lap. I didn't even noticed or felt him give it back. From my blurred peripheral I see that he is sitting next to me on the floor, shoulder to shoulder. I feel his warm shoulder in contrast to my hot wet face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that."

"I bought this my first Christmas alone without my parents, my siblings, or fiancé ...... three years ago my family and fiancé all died in a Labor Day boating accident...." My lips are moving. My mouth is speaking but I am not thinking

I continued "For 3 years in a row for Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and Valentine's Day I bought a sex toy for each holiday. This being my favorite one. The batteries died, so I went out tonight to get more. I couldn't find any, because all the stores were closed" My voice trails off.

There is silence. Not uncomfortable but intense silence. Nickolas puts his hand on my thigh. I look up at him. His eyes are sincere. My tears have stopped and all we could do was just look into each other's eyes.

Suddenly like the ghost of sex toy's past. Like the spirit of a Christmas dildo, my Candy Cane dildo starts vibrating loudly and intensely on my lap.

We are both startled as we stare in shock at my Candy Cane dildo lighting up and buzzing on my lap.

Nickolas attempts to move his hand from my thigh but I cup his hand in between the palm of my hands. The touch was electrifying.

"I haven't had sex in three years...." I look at him in the eye as I say this. He looks at me with a mixture of surprise and contemplation.

Reading his mind, "No, you won't be taking advantage of me.... Honestly I will be taking advantage of you.... If you allow me, all you have to do is nod yes...."

He nods slowly, not breaking eye contact.

I take off my tank top. Underneath I'm braless. My plump, ripe C cup breasts spring out. I quickly take off my pants without getting up from the living room floor.

I take the buzzing, vibrating, and rotating Candy Cane Dildo and suck on it. I stick it out for Nickolas to spit on it, he does a bit sheepishly. I slowly stick it into my already damp pussy. I lean back facing Nickolas as I prop a pillow underneath my neck and back. I see him pull out his Popsicle cock. Quite beautiful. Long, veiny, and thick, pretty much a human, real life version of my Candy Cane dildo.

I slowly move my Candy Cane dildo in and out while Nickolas rubs one out. I try to match Nickolas's speed. My trusty Candy Cane dildo is warming up around my walls. I can feel myself get wetter and wetter and wetter. The more turned on I get, the more I push my feet into the side of Nickolas's thigh. He's looking at me with such intensity and focus. He grabs one of my feet and starts to massage the bottom of it, as he continues to jerk himself off. I'm mesmerized by the rhythm of his dick tugging. His hand goes up and down, up and down, his lengthy, thick veiny shaft. Every time he goes up my Candy Cane dildo goes inside of me. Every time he does down, I take my dildo out from inside my dripping pussy.

Suddenly Nickolas stops massaging my foot, and starts to suck on my toes. He stops jerking himself and takes both of his hands to suck on my toes. He sticks all of my small delicate toes into his mouth. That sets me off. I feel my pussy walls wrap and tighten around my candy cane dildo. Suddenly a wave of pressure builds up and releases into pleasure. Nickolas stops sucking on my feet and grips my thighs watching me as I am cum. I moan as loud as a bunch of horny Christmas Carolers.

Nickolas takes out my dildo and leans over me and sticks it gently in my mouth. I suck on the warm dripping dildo, while he goes down on me. His tongue is warm and spongy. He knows what he's doing. He parts my lips with one hand while he lays the other hand on my belly. I am on my back just enjoying the sensations. Three years and my pussy is on overdrive now.

He stops licking and sticks two fingers inside me, while staring down at me. My juices glistened all over his beard and chin. I sit up to kiss him and taste myself on his tongue. I taste tangy and acidic, in a sweet sharp way, kinda like the lemon peppermint tea we were drinking. His fingers move in and out of me, not too soft and not too rough. He starts slow but starts building speed. I kissed his neck until I could no longer sit up. I lie back down on the floor facing him, as his fingers fuck me. Feeling his manly fleshy fingers, makes me miss the sensation of having something human inside of me. I love my Candy Cane dildo but I miss the texture of a man's skin. Nickolas sees I'm close so he slows down his fingering. He puts his face close to my pussy. He takes out one finger and replaces it with his tongue.

He's now fucking me with finger and his tongue. Using his other hand he takes one finger and presses down on my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. He removes his finger and sticks his whole tongue and mouth inside my pussy hole. He flicks his tongue rapidly, alternating between sucking on me and flicking. He never softens the pressure he has on my clit. All these different sensations set me off and again I lose it, cumming all over his fingers and mouth. He sucks every last drop of my pussy fluids quickly. I sit up to kiss him and drink from his mouth my sweet nectarines. I take hold of his dick, his thick, long lumberjack dick. It's still hard and veiny.

I get to work, allowing the warm spit from my mouth to come down slowly on his equally warm cock. I rub and get a rhythm going between my hands and his cock. I look into his eyes. He kisses on my neck, my lips, my forehead. I build up heat on his cock before I put my mouth on it. I suck and lick on the tip like it's my own Candy cane. My tongue moves down and up on his shaft like it's my personal Popsicle. I suck, feeling him grow, tremble, and shiver. I gargle his balls like they are ice cubes in a nearly finished eggnog. I gag on his cock and coat it with my juices all the way from the back of my throat. I do this several times until his dick resembles a melting Popsicle. I feel him back away and try to wiggle free from these lethal, arctic, subzero lips. His thighs tremble like my Candy Cane vibrating dildo did. It's like he never escaped the winter storm.

Suddenly he takes a hold of the base of his dick. I stop sucking and take my lips off his shaft. He pushes me down on my back and sticks his penis inside of me. At this point we are both wet, dripping, and hot to the touch like a chimney in the middle of winter. His dick feels way better than my Candy Cane dildo. His cock fills all the unique grooves inside my pussy walls that my dildo can't fill. His dick is slightly curved so it's ricocheting all the nooks and crannies of my pussy. My pussy is his stockings and is being filled with all his chestnuts and snowballs. He goes in and out of me at the speed I imagine Santa delivering the last of Christmas gifts from around the world on his sled. Right now Nickolas is my St. Nick! I feel his balls slapping against the bottom of my pussy, tingling the space between my vagina and anus. His cock is literally in the deepest parts of me. The parts that have collected chimney smoot over the years. I let him pound me until I decided I want to ride him.

I quickly lean forward, saddle up and straddle him. I move up and down on him, feeling him leave and enter me. He holds onto my hips as I ride him. I rest my fingertips on his chest. I ride as he pumps himself in me with more effort now. I lean back slightly to massage his balls with my hands. After a few minutes of this, his body starts to tense up more. I lean forward and look at him. His face is scrunched up, his eyes piercing into me. He pulls me down to him by my wrists. I am leaning over his chest now. My sweaty breasts pressed against his sweaty chest. He slows down to suck on each of my erect nipples. I giggle a little because it tickles.

He moves one hand from my hips and gives me a sloppy French kiss, our tongues stabbing each other. His hands go back on my hips. He goes harder, faster. His long intentional strokes start to shorten and quicken up. He'' going harder and faster which means that he's near the finish line. I clench my thighs together and feel my pelvic muscles tighten around his throbbing, veiny cock.

Suddenly I feel his balls twitch under me and his strong long cock pulsate in rapid bursts of motion inside of me. This causes a chain reaction in me. We are cumming. My warm hot pussy is now the home of hot thick frosting. It seems like eternity until he finishes emptying himself inside of me. I'm done cumming and I find myself moving myself up and down on him slowly. I want this frosting to cover every inch of my pussy walls. Slowly I pull Nickolas, my St Nickolas from inside of me. Feeling as his Yule log, his Christmas North Pole cock leaves my warm wintry pussy palace.

I look at my used Candy Cane Dildo, with renewed Christmas spirit. Thankful that this Christmas, this pussy, my pussy won't be covered in chimney smoot. That this Christmas this pussy won't be snowed in.... That my pussy and I were able to be thawed out by the Christmas miracle Popsicle of St Nick.

Christmas Candy Cane Dildo: The Christmas Miracle Popsicle. A Sexy Erotic Tale about Renewed Christmas Spirit

A Literotica 2021 Winter Holidays Story Contest story. This is my 1st entry ever! :)