Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

Candy’s thighs eased open at the intrusion, distracted by her Aunt Mar’s sudden withdrawal from their kiss. It had felt so good, and not simply because it would get her closer to Valentine. Her full lips had been puffier, softer feeling than Val’s; her tongue much smaller, quicker, and assertive. Then it was gone.

She looked up at the gorgeous woman hovering above her in the dim light. Succulent lips parted, lips she had just tasted. Thick waves of dark brown hair cascaded over the brown shoulders and down to almost cover the white triangles covering her full breasts.

Her nipples were hidden. Her bikini bottoms were not. One of Candy’s thighs was caught between Marguerite’s kneeling ones. Even in this light, she could see the indent in the white fabric stretched to cover the gap between the smooth dark thigh. The gap at the top of the thighs spread open over her own.

The brunette reached down behind her, on the side of Candy’s free leg. The young girl felt fingers on the outside of her thigh, a feather’s touch that traveled slowly up toward her hip before drifting away. The thigh shifted in the direction the touch had disappeared, like the head of a dog following a departing petting.

Marguerite reached back again and she felt the fingers on the inside of her thigh this time. The feathers were replaced with a firmer touch, sliding deep inside her thigh just above the knee. Candy allowed her knee to bend out and up as the fingers encouraged.

Bending her knee that small amount pulled her bare foot closer on the mattress and eased the pressure of the knee wedged between her thighs. Or it should have eased it.

Instead, as though it was part of her body’s twist to reach behind her, Aunt Mar adjusted her knee, changing the contact from pushing the young thighs apart to pressing directly on her very sensitive, swollen and still wet labia.

Candy gasped. She watched the hand reach back a third time. Fingers stroked, not hard or light, up the thigh, adding a smooth soft palm they reached the top. She could not see, but felt the touch travel over her hip bone. The fingers slid under the cotton shirt before she felt it moving up her belly, exposing her.

Marguerite’s eyes were down, watching what she exposed. She saw what Candy could not: curve of her brown thigh disappearing against the sparsely-downed cleft between matched puffy curves, all varying greys in the shadowy light. The rising shirt uncovered a sweet soft belly, quivering with each rapid breath.

She watched her hand leave the shirt bunched over Candy’s ribcage and then trace the line down over the perfect little naval and below, coming to rest with her thumb not far above the small cleft, stroking slowly through the thin hair.

“Before we go any further, Candace, ” she began, causing the young girl to think that a hand and knee had already gone further. “I need to make sure.”

The dark eyes looked down directly at Candy’s. Being called by her given name brought up feelings of being young, wrong and in trouble. Out of control.

“Do you really want to feel Valentine,” the stroking thumb eased downward, “your stepbrother, fill you up with his big fat dick?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to show you some small steps, to get you closer?”

“I think so.” The poor girl looked so unsure.

“Look. Here’s your toothbrush.” She held held her thumb and first finger like an OK sign. Then she formed both thumbs and fingers into the biggest circle she could make. She nodded toward the secret cabinet.

“Here’s Valentine.”

Candy giggled.

“Do you see the room for some intermediate steps?”

A nod.

“Listen, Sweetie. I want to do this very much. I think you’ll thank me, and this is kind of a fantasy for me. If you feel like you want to stop, or take a break, or anything, you’re in charge.”

Marguerite lowered herself toward Candy as she spoke. As their bellies met and she felt the bikini-covered breasts squeezed between them, Aunt Mar’s wonderful lips drawing near hers, Candy did not feel in charge. Or like wanting to stop.

Candy did not stretch up to kiss those full soft lips. She resisted the urge. So Marguerite lowered herself fully onto the younger girl to reach hers.

Once the kiss began, Candy ceased resisting. She felt feverish, hungry. Her tongue forced its way upward into Marguerite’s mouth, aggressive and eager, mimicking what she had felt from the more experienced woman during their first kiss.

Aunt Mar was too small to make her feel smothered at all but Candy still loved how the weight pressed their bodies close. Not muscular like Val, her open legs, arms, hands and belly felt soft, a curvy velvet Venus.

The dark Venus had encouraged a knee to bend more, sliding both her legs between Candy’s as she eased down fully on top of the girl, whose arms rose to welcome her.

Aunt Mar pushed her hips into Candy, up between her open thighs. Candy felt the hips adjust against her, sliding closer against her before pushing again.

She had never had a man between her legs, pushing into her, but she thought how Aunt Mar moved against her and under her hands must be close.

Marguerite had had men between her legs, and had pushed between the open thighs of other women, and she knew how close her hips pantomimed the actions of thrusting a cock into this innocent eager beaver.

The brunette levered herself up on her hands, over the young girl. She pushed her thick hair all to one side of her head. Her breasts filled the white triangles to overfilling, deeper shadows defining hardened points in the center of each. Her hips ground against bareness, the added pressure of this position increasing the contact directly on her lips and clit.

Candy tensed. Not in fear or doubt or confusion. Those had been distracting her since the door burst open. Now they were gone and the tight wound spring was back.

She had been so close to release when the pump started. Even if she had been so far from her goal to open herself to Valentine. Marguerite seducing her had postponed the release while continuing to wind the spring.

She watched as Marguerite sat up between her legs. Again, she marveled at the dark sensuous beauty above her. Two hands came to rest on her belly just below where the T still bunched, before separating and gliding down over each of her hips and legs to the knee.

Each hand lifted and Candy allowed her legs to be bent, opened further, and raised in Aunt Mar’s small hands. Hands that continued over the smooth tan young skin, leaving the inside of bent knees to follow the curve of long calves to slim ankles.

She held the ankles wide and at her own breasts’ height as she pushed her hips again into the now very exposed young girl. Candy felt the point of contact change as her legs were drawn up. The pressure moved down and away from her clitoris and directly onto the lower part of her very swollen lips. The part she spread open with her fingers before easing the blunt flat end of the toothbrush inside.

“Alright, Candace. There are three legs to the stool of our lesson. Without any one of the three, the stool cannot stand.”

Candace the student grinned. This was her environment. An instructional lecture beginning with a classic metaphor. Though she had never learned while her ankles were held like this.

“One, foreplay. Lots and lots of foreplay. Whatever that ends up being for you.”

“Two, lubrication. Lots and lots of lube. Until you find out what works for you.”

“Three. Graduated practice.”

Candy considered. “Graduated practice. As in intermediate steps between Mr. toothbrush and Mr. Beefy?”

It was Mar’s turn to nod. “Exactly, bright girl. What teacher wouldn’t want a student like you?”

“Thank you, Sir. I mean, Ma’am.”

She circled her hips as she pressed the white fabric of her suit bottom directly on the young girl’s swollen wet spot. “Foreplay can include kissing, touching, or licking a big dildo while you pretend it’s Valentine.”

Embarrassed, Candy turned her head to the side before giggling.

“Don’t be shy. It was sexy. That was the first thing I saw through the window. You with big rubber Val hanging in your face, whispering to him between licks. I couldn’t hear you, but it looked fucking hot. You know, you looked a lot like your mom lying there.”

“Really? Mom’s so beautiful.”

“So are you. So are you.” She did look beautiful, blond hair spread like a peacock’s tail around her head, sweet lips open slightly, blue eyes bright. She looked content to be exposed, her legs held wide.

“Stay here and close your eyes.” Candy, eyes clamped shut, bent her knees but held them up and apart as she felt Marguerite’s weight move off the futon. She heard a rustling after a drawer opened. There was a light impact near the foot of the bed as though a object had been set there, followed by the woman rejoining her. Then a sharp metallic click.

“Okay, look what Aunt Marguerite has for us.” Candy opened her eyes to see her cradling a small wooden case with four compartments, the smallest of which was empty. The other three, each wide and longer than the next, contained penis-shaped and colored dildos much like her ‘pillow’ in appearance except for an identical steel disc suspended on a metal rod protruding from each base.

The largest one looked to be the double of her pillow, with that single metal addition.

“Where’s the little one?” Candy looked up at Mar who brightened at the question.

“The perfect question. I expect nothing less.” Ceremoniously, she removed the divided tray from in front of her. Candy’s jaw dropped.

Aunt Marguerite was wearing an arrangement of straps, all white, that held a small flesh-colored penis standing out from her crotch. The flesh a little too light a shade to match her dark skin. She smiled. “Small, medium, jumbo and beginner. Based on what you told me about Mr.Toothbrush, I don’t think we’ll linger too long on the beginner.”

The brunette retrieved the small bottle of lube from near where she had set the compartmented tray on the futon. Applying some gel to her fingers, she spread it over her small rubber cock before reaching between Candy’s open legs.

The young girl gasped as fingers slid inside her. “You’re a wet girl, aren’t you? That’s good.”