Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

Free Erotic Stories: Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

“Was it a nice nap?”

Candy wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Did I interrupt your nap,” Marguerite was smiling up at her now, “before you were…completely refreshed?”

She brought the big rubber head to her chin, as though in thought. It made an slight wet slapping sound when it landed.

The older woman looked so serious, asking about a nap she clearly knew was a lie, a huge rubber cock on her chin. Sandy started to giggle. It became a nervous laugh. She dropped to her knees on the mattress and it became a sob.

Marguerite was kneeling beside her in an instant, her arms around Candy’s shoulders. “There, there. It’s okay. We all do it.”

She stroked the smooth blond hair. The younger girl turned into the arms and let herself be held as she cried, and finally laughed again.

Candy could almost admit to having a crush on Aunt Mar. The short feisty brunette had personified confident female sexuality to the growing girl. Today she had gained some unexpected knowledge of the woman. Seducing a boy almost half her age, her best friend’s son who called her Aunt, wearing this same white bikini, only feet away in the spa she could hear pumping now.

Her own heart was pumping in her ears. The shock of discovery, her climax so close, and now Aunt Mar pulling her closer, guiding her back onto the pile of pillows. Soft brown skin slid across hers. Valentine had pulled this bikini off this voluptuous body and used his tongue on it like he had on her this afternoon.

As she became aware of their closeness, in the near dark on the near bed, she finally asked what her Aunt had meant.

“We all do what?”

“Hmmm?”

“You said it was okay, we all do it. Do what?” What had she seen?

“Are you sure you want me to list the things we all have done that you were just doing?” She had pulled back to look at Candy, who nodded, curious now what Mar would say.

“We’ve all been caught masturbating.” The innocent girl blushed.

“We’ve all forgotten to close the door and curtains.” Her mouth made an “o”.

“We’ve all tried to spy on what goes on in the spa.” She cringed.

“We’ve all been rudely interrupted painfully close to an orgasm.”

“We’ve all pretended this dildo, and by the way it feels like you slobbered on your pillow during your nap, was a great big fat cock…and it was being shoved inside us, stretching our tight little pussies to their limit, by Valentine, your brother.”

The expression ‘deer in the headlights’ may be overused, but it fit Candy. She was stunned beyond reacting. Caught, beyond denial or flight.

“You left not only the curtain open on the window by the door, the window was open too, silly girl. ‘Go easy on me, Valentine, you’re so fucking big.’ Stuff like that can get you in trouble. Lucky it was me who heard you.”

The curvy little vixen rolled off of the futon. Candy watched from her spot supported by the real pillows. She didn’t notice Aunt Mar’s scent until she moved away, swinging a mass of thick dark hair near. Now that she caught it, she wanted to more. He eyes took in the quick flair outward of her hips from the narrow waist. The smooth skin on the outside of her ample breast where the small white triangle couldn’t contain it. Her luxurious waves of hair.

There was not a muscle visible on her body, but also no fat or bulge that didn’t look like it belonged in a painting. At 37, she had never been married or had kids. She closed the window, pulled the curtain and locked the door before climbing back onto the futon.

“Where did you find,” Marguerite waggled the dildo again. “Valentine?”

Candy pointed under the pillows.

“That is not where it belongs.” She scrutinized the young blond. “You’re a good girl. How are you at keeping secrets?”

Candy nodded.

“Yes? You’re yes at keeping secrets?”

“Yes. I can keep secrets.” Aunt Mar had her off balance. She felt embarrassed, in unfamiliar deep waters. She tugged the t-shirt down over her thighs, aware of her nakedness underneath. Marguerite noticed.

“Too late for that. You and Val,” she waggled him again, “put on quite a show already.”

Candy’s voice was tiny. “How much did you see?”

“Plenty. But back to the secret, or at least our first secret.” Marguerite studied her more a moment. Her voice sounded husky when she continued. “I think I’d like sharing secrets with you.”

She beckoned Candy to follow her as she moved to the foot of the futon, to what would be an end table when the futon was folded up into a couch. The top of the small table lifted in a way Candy never would have expected, revealing a hidden compartment.

Lined with black material that absorbed what little light they had, a bottle of lubricant and a small purple plastic vibrator took up half the space, leaving room for her ‘pillow.’

The brunette held up the bottle. “How familiar are you with this?”

The bottle said “personal lubricant” so Candy could deduce its use based on its companions in the hidden compartment. Still, the way she considered it gave Marguerite pause.

She put down the bottle and picked up the purple vibrator. “How familiar are you with these?”

She cut off the young girl when she inhaled to answer.

“Candace, how familiar are you with sex?”

Candy’s hands flew up to cover her face, but her answer were still clear. “That’s the problem! Argh!”

Marguerite sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, without making any contact. Her voice was low and calm. “Would you like help with the problem?”

She waited in silence for a long moment before the girl nodded, her hands moving with her face. Once she had agreed to help, she let her fingers fall to her lap. Still nervous, she pulled her long tan legs in, guiding the shirt over her knees and down to her drawn in ankles. Her small firm breasts pushed against the bare thighs now joining them under Valentines old T.

“I need to know a few things, to help you. Candy, are you a virgin?”

“Yes.” The answer of a frustrated teenager.

“And you tried to get that monster in there? Sweetie pie, we need to take smaller steps.”

“But I want Valentine in there!” Candy pounded the mattress with two clenched fists. Her response surprised them both. It felt so freeing to say it out loud, but she instantly wanted to take the words back. Her Aunt had rarely seen the logical, reserved girl so passionate. She also felt a pang of jealousy: Valentine would surely want this gorgeous fawn, even if she was his stepsister.

“Does your brother know?”

“I’m pretty sure he does.”

It didn’t take Marguerite long to learn all that had transpired today, with Val, as well as a brief overview of shower head and toothbrush. Candy did withhold any mention of Valentine being with their Aunt: sharing that knowledge remained a secret between the siblings. Complete video! bit.ly/HotttT

“So, Perv Prof aside, you never kissed a boy before today?”

A shake of the head.

“Or saw a penis? Or came with someone’s mouth on you?”

Shake. Shake.

“And the only things you’ve had in your little virgin pussy are your fingers and the handle of your sonic toothbrush?”

“And my hairbrush.”

“And the hairbrush handle that popped your cherry. Can’t forget that.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

Candy paused. She knew girls kissed. She had seen it in movies, but she’d never really considered doing it herself. She’d never really had that many girls she spent time with, immersed in accelerated home based schooling. She shook her head.

“Would you like to?” The beautiful, exotic Marguerite met Candy’s eyes with lust. She was purposefully using lines the young girl had told her Valentine had used. Her full lips were wide, anticipating, sensual.

“I’d like to kiss you, Candace. And then I’d like to help you get ready for Valentine.”

Candy was stunned. Aunt Mar wanted to kiss her? Aunt Mar who always seemed to have men lined up for her, picking and choosing but never committing or settling down. Aunt Mar, who knew how to swallow Valentine’s huge wonderful cock, how to take him inside her and make him explode.

Marguerite didn’t wait for the teen to make a decision. She saw the thoughts running through that remarkable mind, weighing the data and possibilities, leaned in and kissed her.

The first kiss, Candy’s lips seemed to respond almost automatically, pressing back softly.

The brunette took the innocent blondes chin in her hand and turned it more toward her. “Kiss me, Candy.”

The full lips were parted, relaxed and tender on Candy’s. So soft, but with a hunger behind them. They seized her lower lip and sucked gently on it; the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

When the lips released hers, Candy leaned in for more. Hers was the tongue that slipped through first, running along Marguerite’s upper lip. The answering tongue did not hesitate.

Smooth dark arms wrapped around Candy. Full lips opened while her tongue found the young girl’s, slipping over it, teasing her mouth open. They both groaned as tongues entwined feverishly. Candy reveled in the passion of it.

Valentine had tried to hold back, to introduce her slowly, to carefully teach her. Marguerite was not so patient. She had plans for her best friend’s beautiful daughter, who she had watched grow up into such a gorgeous young woman.

“Lean back on the pillows,” she whispered. “Stretch out.”

She guided them both back onto the stacked pillows. She kept herself raided on on elbow, looking at Candy recline beside her. She watched the girl’s long smooth legs come out of the stretched shirt and extend.

She felt the long arms wrap around her shoulders as she bent down to kiss the innocent beauty again. To let their tongues explore each other, sharing taste and breath and desire.

Candy groaned again when she felt a hand rest on her inner thigh, then start to slide up to where the shirt hem barely covered her. Marguerite took the groan as an invitation to continue.

She kissed her harder for an instant before kneeling over the blond, sliding a leg between the longer paler pair until her knee pushed hard between the slim thighs. The loose T shirt gathered across those thighs and the intruding knee, hiding the the exact places dark skin met lighter.