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Subject: {ASSM} The Purple Candle #3  (M/F, Fetish)
Date: Wed,  2 Apr 2003 05:10:07 -0500
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The Purple Candle, A Mystery (M/F, Fetish)

episode # 3  (series originally posted in 2000, revised and expanded
for 2003)

(c) 2000, 2003 by V. Rupp. No reprints without written permission of
the author. The author would appreciate reader feedback. 

Warning: Do not read this story if you are under 18 or if it is
illegal to read stories of an erotic nature where you live.
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Melody's bedroom was surprisingly plain. The off-white painted
apartment walls only showcased how shockingly untidy she kept the
place. In the front of the room, a small brown dresser was covered
with various papers and bills. Above it hung a mirror with a brown
wooden frame.

Detective Lansing slowly walked into the small room and tried to avoid
stepping on the various items strown all over the light tan carpet. He
scanned the floor, looking at the piles of dirty clothes and pages of
fashion magazines. A cute pair of green cotton underwear with a little
flower on the front caught his eyes.

"Sorry about the mess," the tall redhead said, "I haven't really been
around the house much in the last few weeks. Sometimes it seems like I
only sleep here."

The detective walked over to the double bed across from the dresser.
The sheets were wrinkled and it looked like it had never been made.
Three oversized pillows were scattered randomly on a mound of covers
and blankets. Half of a television remote control could be seen
peaking out from under the covers. Next to the bed, there was a little
nightstand with a wooden lamp and a clock radio. The detective moved
aside a few of the sheets and laid down.

"You're not going to sleep in your clothes, are you?", Melody laughed.

"Uh," Lansing stuttered, "I guess not." He slowly began to unbutton
his white dress shirt as he looked around the walls of the bedroom.

Most of the walls were uncovered, but on one there was a poster of a
purple hot air balloon flying in a Southwestern sky. Under the balloon
was a motivational caption: "Explore The Possibilities." The bedroom's
main door lead out to the hallway, there was a closet door, and a
third door connected to the bathroom.

"I really appreciate you letting me stay here," he said, "It will save
me having to drive all the way home and then right back to work."

"It's my pleasure," Melody said, "Just make yourself comfortable." She
was noisily fumbling through some papers on the dresser.

The detective then removed his undershirt, his socks, and finally, his
pants. He folded each item neatly and then laid them next to a small
trashcan on the floor beside the bed. As he did, he noticed a plastic
pink telephone on the floor which had been taken off the hook.
Stripped down to his white underwear briefs, he pulled the mass of
covers over him. Melody's sheets smelled faintly of cheap perfume and
strands of her long hair were on his pillow.

"Well, time to go to sleep," she said, putting down the papers she had
been perusing.

She reached behind her and quickly unzipped the tight miniskirt which
she had been wearing all evening. Then, she stepped out of it and
tossed it on the floor. She was now wearing only a bra, which she
unhooked and also threw aside.

Lansing lay totally speechless under the warm covers. Before him stood
one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen naked. Her entire
body was thin and pale except for the light freckles which sprinkled
her shoulders. Her small, pert breasts showcased her red areola and
already-hard nipples. Melody's mons was covered with neatly trimmed
auburn hairs and her legs were thin and shaven.

She turned and walked across the room to turn off the light. When she
did, he caught a priceless glimpse of her bare white butt wiggling. It
was small, but large and womanly in proportion to the rest of her
gorgeous body. Even though the room was now without light, the sun of
the early morning shown through the plastic blinds of the bedroom
window. Lansing felt his engorged penis pushing against the fabric of
his underwear, almost in a spasm.

Slowly, she lifted up some of the covers. As she did, she tried to
move the disorganized bundle of sheets so that it was center on the
bed. Then, she climbed under the covers and into bed with Lansing. The
weight of her body against the mattress made the old bed squeak. They
were not touching yet, but he could smell her body as she climbed in.
She smelled like a mixture of scented deodorant and underarm sweat.

The two new friends just lay silently in the darkness for about a
minute and then slowly, he felt Melody's leg slide across the sheet.
Then, her right foot slowly began to rub up and down his leg. He could
feel her sharp toenails tickle the top of his skin and it sent a
shiver of electricity through his body and down to his throbbing
erection.

"I'm so glad you're here," she whispered, turning to face him. "It
gets lonely sometimes. I don't have enough friends stay over. Usually,
I have trouble falling asleep at night."

"Have you tried counting sheep?", Lansing asked.

"Actually, I probably shouldn't tell you this," she said, "But usually
when I can't sleep, I rub my pussy."

The detective swallowed forcefully and his throat suddenly felt stiff.
The beautiful lady just stayed silent, as if she was waiting for him
to respond. He wasn't sure exactly what to say. His thoughts were
distracted by the continued motion of her foot up and down his leg. Up
and down. Up and down. He was numbed by the intense sensations he was
experiencing.

"You don't mind if we snuggle, do you?", she asked, "I'm a little
chilly."

Melody climbed across the bed. First, lying on her side next to him
and then balancing on her arms to straddle him. The bed squeaked and
bounced as she gracefully maneuvered herself. Then, he felt the weight
of her warm body against his. Her soft breasts pressed against his
chest and he could feel her large nipples. She rested her head against
the right side of his neck and whispered in his ear. His penis was now
in contact with her warm crotch, protected only by the thin fabric of
his briefs.

"You've got a good body," she whispered, "Do you work out?"

"Sometimes," he lied.

"You were really sweet for driving me home tonight," she said and then
lightly kissed his ear. When she kissed it again, her lips were
covered with warm saliva.

"It's cold in here," she said, "Rub my ass."

The detective slowly slid his hands around to her backside. First, he
only touched her warm skin and made small circular motions on the top
of her bottom. Seeing that she liked this by the soft moan she sent
into his ear, he pressed deeper and felt the soft fat of her butt.

After a few minutes, he was massaging her deeply, pressing into her
butt and grabbing her entire round cheeks with both of his hands.
Then, he accidentally slipped his right hand into the crack of her ass
and touched the outer surface of her rosebud. When he did this, she
let out an even louder moan and ran her left fingers through his hair.

Melody lay there for a minute and then slowly lifted up her right arm.
She slid her long fingernails down his chest, over his stomach, and
stopped at the top of his underwear. Then she pushed her hand under
the elastic waistband and grabbed his rock hard dick in her fist.

"What's this?", she laughed.

If she had rubbed it, he would have came instantly. Instead, she
squeezed it in her hand forcefully, which further constricted the
blood in his already completely filled Vienna Sausage.

"I can't fall asleep with you here teasing me," she said. Then
suddenly, she lifted herself up with her arms and turned around. Her
naked white bottom was now facing him and she laughed as she mooned
him. Then, she slid herself backwards and her butt moved closer to his
face. When it was directly hovering over his head, she lowered herself
so that her vagina was directly over his nose and her butt was resting
on his forehead. Then, she slid herself up and positioned her cunt
over his lips.

He breathed in deeply to enjoy the pungent odor of her womanhood. Then
his puckered his lips up to kiss her pussy. Not bothering to be
discrete anymore, she moaned loudly.

"French kiss it," she said.

He could feel the pressure on his head under the weight of her pelvis
as he slowly slid his  tongue forward and licked her cunt. He had to
move it around her folds a little to find her warm hole. In the
process, he licked the insides of her upper legs, her soft hair, and
her peehole. She reached up to spread herself open for him. When the
tip of his tongue finally slid into the front of her vagina, the taste
was heavenly.

Her womanly juices were offensive, a combination of organic and
strange chemical-like smells, and they dripped down the side of her
pussy. She swung her legs back against the headboard of the bed and
rested the front of her body against his, but she did not suck his
penis. He kept hoping that she would, but she seemed to be too lost in
her own pleasure, moaning loudly as he strained his tongue and
stretched it higher to further explore her naturally lubricated
orifice.

Still feeling like a blind man, he moved his tongue forward until he
found her clit and then he pushed his head forward to suck it with his
lips. By this point, Melody was bucking her hips right into his face.
A few of her thrusts were so hard that they were almost painful to him
and he felt a few times like he might suffocate. Still, he kept
pleasuring her and ate her for what seemed like hours, until finally
she came on his face with a violent spasm. When she did, her hips
pushed harder and faster against his head and the bed squeeked louder
and louder.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she moaned. Since his eyes were covered by her butt,
he couldn't see that she was now rubbing her breasts. She was rolling
her hard nipples in between her fingertips, which she only stopped
doing momentarily to reach down and dig her fingernails into his leg.

When she finally stopped spasming and lifted a little of the pressure
off his head, he suddenly was flooded by the noxious aroma of her
release. His face was covered in her sweat and juices, which trickled
down his chin. She just laid there for a minute and grunted softly.
Then she turned over.

"You better go clean up," she laughed.

He was so embarrassed that he quickly got out of the bed and went into
the bathroom, shutting the door. Unable to stand it any longer, he
quickly pulled out his penis and ejaculated into the toilet. He shot a
huge wad of jism into the commode, so much that he was actually
surprised. "Damn," he thought, and then laughed to himself.

Then he grabbed a crumbled white towel off the floor and walked over
to the sink to wash his face. He splashed water all over it and then
gargled some in his mouth. Then, he squirted some toothpaste on his
finger and used it like a toothbrush. After he had washed most of her
juices off his face, he dried himself off with the towel.

Suddenly, he noticed there was another door in the bathroom. He
noticed this because it slowly opened and Melody's roommate, Ginger,
peaked in. The detective quickly deduced that both bedrooms were
connected to the small bathroom by separate doors.

"Hey there," she said. "I just came in here to get my lighter. Why
aren't you asleep yet?"

She was still wearing only a thin t-shirt and pathetically short
panties which road up her crotch like a New York wedgie. She was much
more full figured than Melody and had cute curly locks of dirty blonde
hair.

"I just woke up and decided to wash my face," Lansing said.

"That's my towel I use to dry myself off when I get out of the
shower," she laughed, "But I don't mind if you use it. You're our
guest."

"Thanks," he said, and then stupidly put the towel aside. "Well,
goodnight." He quickly opened the door and went back into the bedroom.

Melody was lying half asleep in the middle of the bed. He climbed in,
trying not to touch her, but she quickly grabbed him close under the
covers.

"Tomorrow, we're going to solve that case," she said, "I'm going to
help you. You're a good detective, but I'm sure you could always use a
little help. And you're my friend now and I go out of my way for a
friend. I mean, you know, tomorrow we get serious. We've had some fun
and now it's time to find out what happened."

"Don't get impatient though," Lansing said gently, "Sometimes these
cases can take a long time to solve. It doesn't happen overnight and
the real fun in detective work is not solving the case, but all the
stuff that happens in between. The work is the fun part, not the
conclusion."

"Oh, I see," Melody said, "Kind of like, it's not the destination but
the journey? Ok, now I know what to expect."

She kissed him deeply on the lips, hugged him close and then they both
fell into a deep sleep from total exhaustion.

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Story continues in THE PURPLE CANDLE PART FOUR

Coming soon to a text file near you

(c) 2000, 2003 by V. Rupp. No reprint without permission.
Reader feedback welcome and encouraged.
vrupp33(please no spam)@hotmail.com

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