My name's Candy, I'm, sixteen years old and I've just divorced my parents to prevent either one of them getting their hands on any more of my money.

Let me explain, from the age of eight, I'd won a whole series of beauty competitions and therefore a whole lot of money, things were fine at the start, but when I reached my teenage years, I began to ask questions about where all the prize money was going. I never got any satisfactory answers, and my parents began fighting with each other over it, so I began proceedings and actually split from them on my sixteenth birthday!

I had just enough left to purchase a small cottage for cash, and I set about doing it up with great enthusiasm helped at weekends by my new next-door neighbor Mark who refused to take any payment at all for his efforts.

"Why won't you let me pay you, Mark?" I asked early one Saturday evening as we sat in my local pub having a well-earned drink.

"Because my lovely little friend," he laughed, "I've got more money than you, I've got more free time than you, and what's more, I happen to enjoy doing it."

"Yes," I smiled. "But what about Jenny?"

Jenny was his wife, and I couldn't stand her, she was a snob, she was a bitch, and I already knew that she absolutely refused to have a child by him.

"I don't know," he smiled ruefully. "She left me last week."

"WHAT?"

"Shh."

"Mark, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, I'm not; to be perfectly honest with you I'm relieved.”

"Relieved, why?"

He took a deep breath and then got up to fetch another round of drinks, I could have strangled him.

Eventually, he returned and sat down with that lopsided grin of his that I knew the girls must have loved when he was younger.

"She said I was boring."

"Boring?"

"Yeah, she always wanted to know why I couldn't be more like you."

"Like me?"

"Yeah, like you, interesting, doing things, going places, you got to admit you've got a far more interesting life than I could ever have."

"Oh Mark," I sighed and took his hand in mine. "If you only  knew."

"Knew what?"

"Well let's skip the "being beautiful" bit, do you know why I bought this particular cottage, out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"'Cos it's nice?"

I laughed then and squeezed his hand.

"No, I bought it because I'm sick to the back teeth of looking good for every single minute of my life, everywhere I went I had to wear makeup. I had to wear the latest fashions, I wasn't even allowed to swear. I had to sign autographs, fucking millions of them, every time I picked up a paper or a magazine, my fucking face stared out at me, I bought this place because I want to grow things in the garden.

I want to wear fuck all Mark if I feel like it, I want to be planting vegetables, or picking fruit off the trees, I want to sell what I grow, I want to watch things grow knowing that they're mine, I planted them.

I want to go to the pub on a Friday night wearing cut off jeans and a tee shirt, I want to be normal Mark, I just want to be fucking normal!"

My voice cracked then, and I felt his hand squeezing mine.

"Can we decide something Candy?" he said softly and slipped his other arm around my shoulders.

"What?"

"Are you going to wear fuck all, or cut off jeans?"

I looked into his eyes and saw the serious expression in them, and then I burst out laughing.

"Oh Mark," I laughed. "You're just what I need right now, what a ridiculous bloody question."

"Do you trust me shorty?"

"You know I do, why?"

"Right, come on, we're going home."

"Okay." but I had no idea what he was up to."

Back at the cottage, he made me sit in the garden with a drink while he went indoors, he was gone for about ten minutes, and I couldn't help giggling when he appeared carrying a huge bundle of my modeling clothes.

"What're you up to you mad sod?" I giggled.

"What you said about wearing cut offs, or fuck all, did you mean it?"

"Yes," I laughed as I started to see the light. "Oh God yes."

There was a partially built bonfire behind him where I intended burning all the junk from the cottage, he threw the pile of clothes on the top and dashed off to fetch some lighter fuel from the kitchen.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Absolutely?"

"Absolutely."

It was madness, an insane act, but I took the lighter from him and giggled as I lit the fire, there were literally thousands of pounds worth of clothes there, practically every ball gown I'd worn since I was eight. Without waiting to watch the fire catch hold, I dragged him upstairs again, and we staggered back down with almost all the rest of my clothes, giggling like lunatics we threw them all on the inferno.

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne, and we took it in turns to swig from the bottle, I felt free, the relief was almost tangible, it was brilliant, absolutely fucking brilliant.

"Wait," I shouted, and he looked at me in alarm. I'd suddenly realized that I was wearing designer jeans, I think they cost about two hundred pounds, my blouse must have been about a hundred, the shoes at least ninety, even my bloody bra had cost about fifty pounds, and if I remembered rightly, my briefs had been sixty-five.

He stood there open-mouthed as I stripped off and threw everything on the fire.

"Yes," I yelled. "Fucking yes, I'm free Mark, this is me, no more bullshit, no more makeup, I'm Candy Burrows, I'm not Miss fucking this or that, I'm a normal sixteen-year-old girl."

"You're a bloody head case," he laughed. "An absolute bloody nutter."

"Yes Mark," I said very softly. "But at least I'm a happy head case at last, are you going to stay with me?"

"I'd love to Princess, but I think I'd better wait until we've got another bedroom ready, don't you?"

In the back of my mind somewhere, it registered that I was naked, but somehow it didn't seem to matter.

"No I don't Mark, I don't want you to leave, not now, not ever," and I drew his head down to mine so that I could kiss him.

It may have been the drink, but suddenly we were all over each other, I felt his mouth on mine, his tongue between my teeth and I found myself opening up for his hard, masculine body as we sank down onto the grass. I scrabbled for his zip while he unfastened his belt, neither of us gave a thought to what we were about to do, our only thought was our need.

"Yes Mark," I gasped. "Oh God yes." I pulled him into me and squealed with the sheer delight of being entered by something else other than a vibrator.

"Candy," he breathed into my mouth. "Candy, my sweet, sweet Candy."

He was thrusting urgently, and I was meeting every thrust with one of my own, our tongues dueled, and we tasted each others saliva, I felt his hands gripping my buttocks, I was in heaven, I was actually being fucked!

Together we soared to the heights, our mouths locked together breathing our passion into each other. He went still, his muscles locked for an instant, his prick barely inside me, then with a growl, he thrust into me, savagely and I felt his seed filling me, it sent me over the top into an ecstasy that I never knew existed, I gripped him knowing that I was drawing blood and he loved it.

"We shouldn't have done that," he said softly as we lay catching our breath, but he was still inside me, and I could feel every inch of his prick.

"Why not, it was beautiful?"

"You're beautiful Candy," he breathed and kissed my mouth tenderly. "But it wasn't right, you're only sixteen."

"Mmm, I know," I giggled. "And it was beautiful, I want to do it again."

I felt his prick beginning to harden inside me, and he moved slightly causing a surge of desire to course through me, but he got up leaving me on the grass with a puzzled look on my face.

"Come on," he said kindly. "I'm not leaving you like this."

Still puzzled I allowed him to help me up, he lifted both my arms and draped them over his shoulders, then he gripped my buttocks and lifted me effortlessly, I wrapped my legs around his back and lowered myself down onto his prick, it homed in as straight as a die and I moaned with pleasure into his mouth.

"Fuck me, Mark," I gasped. "Shag my fucking brains out."

He began to walk with me attached to him like a limpet, every step forced him up into me, I felt every vein in every inch of his prick. I was crying, laughing, squealing and coming all at the same time, I must have ripped his back to shreds with my nails, but the only thought in my mind was my own pleasure.

He staggered up the last few steps of the stairs, and we fell onto the bed, still joined together, the jolt as we fell brought a scream from my lips, I felt him jerk, and we came together. I thought the waves of pleasure would drown me and I didn't care, if this was what sex was all about, I wanted more.

It was daylight when I next awoke with my head on his chest, a leg thrown over his hip and my pussy pressed against his thigh, he stirred and smiled at me.

"Hello sexy," he said softly. "You're one horny little lady."

"Last night was the best night of my life," I said and kissed his whiskery cheek. "But I'm still horny."

"I'm not hard though Candy," he laughed. "You wore me out last night."

I bent my head and took him into my mouth. The reaction was immediate, his lovely thick prick began to stiffen as I slavered over it. I licked it like a lollipop and grinned cheekily at him as he groaned in ecstasy. I took each testicle into my mouth and sucked on them in turn.

"Tell me you want to fuck me," I said softly, and he grinned as he bucked up at me.

"I want to fuck you."

"I'll think about it," I giggled and took him back into my mouth, I wanted another good fucking, but there was something I wanted first. He groaned as I swung round to lower my pussy onto his mouth.

"Oh sweet Jesus Candy," he said in between deliciously long licks of my succulent pussy flesh. "We'll go straight to hell for this."

"Oh yes," I agreed. "But not yet." I felt his tongue worrying my anus, and my groans of pleasure encouraged him to further explorations, his fingers held me open whilst his tongue slithered right up into my rectum.

I felt the first tremors of another orgasm approaching, so I turned around and sank onto his rigid prick, if anything, it was better than the last time. Mark just lay there caressing my boobs whilst pumping me hard, he took my breath away with his sheer power, he pinched both nipples and rolled them between his fingers.

"Look at me Candy," he breathed. "I want to look into your eyes when I come."

I looked and saw the love in his eyes, the love, warmth, and tenderness, and I screamed as the climax ripped through me.

We slept again contentedly in each other's arms, and it was only when we decided to get up that I realized something.

"Mark, I haven't got any clothes."

"Why not?" he asked with a grin.

"You know why," I yelled. "We burnt them all last night."

"Haven't you got anything at all?"

"No, not a bloody thing."

"Oh well, you've got your wish, you can wear fuck all."

"MARK," I yelped. "This is serious, we need to go shopping for food."

"Mmm, wake me up when you get back," and he snuggled down into the bed.

"Right, I'm bloody going, I'm naked like I wanted to be, I'll probably get arrested, but don't worry, I'll be all right."

"Have you got any shoes?"

"Yes, why?"

"You don't want to get any broken glass in your feet, it'll hurt."

"YOU BASTARD," I screamed and pulled the covers off him. "You bloody miserable bastard." and then I saw his shoulders shaking with laughter, the tears were streaming down his face, he was almost helpless with laughter, and he pulled me down to him.

"Sorry Squirt," he grinned. "Put one of my tee shirts on, it'll look like a mini dress on you."

I did, and I had to admit that it looked okay on me, I wore it with a wide belt of his, it was short, very short, but once Mark said I looked really sexy in it, I was happy, and we went into town in his car to re-equip me.

"I've still got one contract left Mark," I told him as he drove, "For a series of television adverts for tights (pantyhose) and stockings, it's quite lucrative, so I really want to keep it on."

"Okay," and then he grinned. "Stockings?"

"Yep," I laughed. "I thought that might make you smile."

"Yeah, well I'm a man, and every man loves stockings."

"Yes, my sexy neighbor, but not every man gets to see his sexy little next door neighbor wearing just stockings, suspender belt, and a great big smile."

Thinking about it made me horny again, so I put the seat right back and lifted the tee shirt to display my rapidly moistening pussy.

"Let's find a shop that sells trashy lingerie, and I'll model it for you tonight."

"Stockings as well?"

"Of course," and I ran a finger down into the wetness between my widespread legs.

"I'd like to be licked while I'm wearing them though." and held my finger up to his mouth.

"Mmm," he laughed as he licked it and tasted me on it. "Have you always been a sex maniac?"

"Only since last night Mark," I giggled. "But if you teach me more, I’ll see how much of a sex maniac I can become, deal?”

“Deal.”