Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 3

Setting the bottle aside, Marguerite retrieved the pale slim ankles as she moved close. Instead of pushing her hips against Candy’s wetness, she kneeled above the girl while pushing her ankles up and back, holding them parted only enough to see her lovely, innocent face, lips parted.

As Aunt Mar pushed her legs back it lifted Candy’s hips. Her wet swollen lips raised up, contacting the rubber expression. Marguerite continued to push, dragging the flexible rod down and into the slick slit. She paused with the tip over the tight entryway, holding the silk curtains open.

She looked hungry gazing down at Candy. Her breasts heaved in the small white triangles confining them.

“Are you ready?”

Candy nodded up at her. Then she licked her young soft lips. “Fuck me.”

Brown curvy hips pushed the small rubber cock forward. Candy sighed at it entered, opening her walls. There was no pain, only a discomfort akin to a masseuse going too deep too fast. The more mature woman was lost watching her faux dick disappear into the virgin opening.

She had fucked other girls, other women, but had never fucked a virgin pussy, gone where no man had gone before. Though she had fantasized about it often and even role played the act with Melanie, Valentine’s mother, on this futon with this strap on.

She found something special in the forward and back thrusts of the hips, pushing into another vagina, taking it like a man. After the single thrust forward into Candy, she stopped. She drank in the girl below her, penetrated by another for the first time. Marguerite had envisioned more strain and unsureness in her fantasies, but her young ‘niece’ looking up at her, eager delight in her eyes and joy on her lips, surpassed all expectations.

“More please.” Newly taken and already making demands, her begging bowl held out for more cock. Hips pulled back, slid forward again.

“I like this, Aunt Marguerite.”

She groaned as her ankles were pulled wider and the little rubber cock slid in and out, opening her inside, then letting her close back up, faster than she had moved the brush handles.

The motion stopped with the Aunt Mar pushed firmly against her. Candy could see a slight sheen of sweat between the large brown breasts above her. She wanted to touch them, to see how they felt in her hands. She wanted to run her fingers over those nipples, so different from her’s, after pulling back the white stretchy fabric.

“Do you want more, little girl?”

“Yes please.” Candy was half thinking about the beautiful full breasts until she felt the cock pulled all the way out. Her legs were lowered gently to the mattress. She heard another solid click as Marguerite’s hands worked at her waist, out of Candy’s sight.

One hand brought up her recent, tiny lover. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You’ve graduated from Beginner here, to Dick Number One, the Small. Once again, use lube.”

She made a show of squeezing and applying, first to the cock, then to Candy. The girl moaned as slippery fingers added to the moisture already on and in her. The fingers seemed to feel free to wander more this time, squeezing her swollen flesh above her slit before two slipped directly inside.

Candy’s back arched, lifting her midsection with the fingers in her, her body supported by her feet and shoulders pressing down into the futon as her crotch shoved upward. As the fingers withdrew, a thumb circled her hooded button, keeping the arch straining.

“Good girl! That’s what I like to see. Now bring that eager little pussy down to me.”

As she spoke the brunette withdrew her touch, easing her fingers down a long shaking leg as it slowly lowered the slim young body back down. She guided both legs to a bent position, knees raised as she positioned herself between them.

Candy felt slippery gentle pressure opening her again. Aunt Mar leaned close over her, placing a hand on the mattress to either side of Candy’s face, maintaining the even pressure below. She pushed with her hips.

Candy gasped in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but she felt stretched. Then the sensation disappeared as Mar pulled back. Only for an instant. The next thrust was deeper. As deep as Beginner had been at least, or Mr. Toothbrush, and still stretching her wider.

For the first time since the lesson began, Candy’s brows started together at the new sensation. Marguerite watched them relax as she pulled back once more, before again sliding up into the young girl.

Small opened her as far as it could and Candy cried out. Her brows creased and knees started to pull up, her feet off the futon as Marguerite held it there. She watched her student’s breath slow from a panic, rapid and shallow, to more controlled concentration and her face relax.

“That’s really the Small? I feel so full.”

The brunette bent her elbows enough to lightly kiss the younger girl’s lips, before pushing herself upright to again kneel close between her legs. She reached down out of sight and Candy heard another click.

“Sorry, sweetie. Just making sure it’s locked on. Wouldn’t want to go off half cocked or anything.” Small brown hands explored up the underside of two tan thighs until they found two knees. They each lifted a knee wide as Marguerite pushed in again.

“Mmmm. Fuck me.”

“That a girl. You like this, don’t you?”

“Uh huh. It feels good inside. And you look so beautiful up there.”

Marguerite smiled at the compliment from the gorgeous young girl. “Thank you. So do you. Especially when your lips make that little ‘O’ every time I push in deep.”

On cue, Candy’s lips rounded open at the thrust.

“Are you ready for more?”

Candy wanted Valentine more than anything. If the path to getting her wish felt this good, all the better. She nodded.

“We’re not going to move up to Medium yet.” Marguerite lowered her legs and moved to one side on the futon. “First we’re going to show you another way in. Some girls say cocks feel bigger this way, some say it feels better. I’m not sure what the distinction is.”

She selected a plump square pillow from the many choices. “Roll over on your belly, sweetie. Now slip this under. Good girl. Damn. Your bottom looks so sexy this way.”

Once the young girl was positioned face down, Marguerite removed Small and snapped Medium into place, applying more lube. She’d already prepped Candy to the idea that it might feel bigger this way, and that the click she’d heard was of no concern. She pointed the larger blunter head below the lovely junction of Candy’s smooth round cheeks and soft thighs.

“Ready?”

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“Not Candy. Not with this. She’s too innocent. She’s your sister!”

Valentine’s mother strokes the outline of his cock through his robe. The lean muscles of her shoulders and arms are distinct in her blue halter, the one perfect round breast and its tantalizing stiff nipple exposed, the second nipple hinting through the shimmering dress.

They are no longer dancing. They are in his mom’s bedroom now, standing next to her bed.

Melanie’s light blue eyes are glowing as she looks into his. “Unless…there was a way.”

One hand slips inside his robe. He feels her fingers try to wrap around his girth, sees the look in her eyes change as she realizes how much her son has grown. The skin around his shaft begins to slide with her hand’s slow pumps.

“There is no way this thing is fitting in that innocent girl.”

“Mom! We just kissed!” He withholds which lips of Candy’s the last kiss had involved.

“But if there were. If there were a way, would you want to?” She fishes her son’s huge cock out of his robe. They both look down at her hand, so small against the now fully erect cannon barrel she strokes.

He knows what she asks, but it is important that she say it. “Do what?”

She puts both hands on him, jacking the skin up and down over the rigid cylinder inside, before she looks at him. “Fuck Candace. Fuck that foxy young blond with this pussy splitter.”

Her hands are slick on him now, his cock dwarfing her fingers. They spread precum, more than he has ever produced, over the head, swollen beyond even its usual large plum.

“You’d like to pound this kidney wiper into that naive little hotty, wouldn’t you?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. He vaguely wonders why his mom uses the same nasty epithets for his horsecock as his lacrosse teammates, but she distracts him. Melanie snatches reading glasses from the nightstand, whips her straight blond hair through a hair elastic. The glasses are a mate to a pair Candy wears. She looks up at him over Candy’s frames, her hair in Candy’s ponytail, leaning close.

Her body is lean and defined and smooth, and somehow wearing his stepsister’s yellow sundress now. The top is pushed down, revealing both small firm tits and the perfect erect nubbin on each.

“Let me be Candace for you.” Her voice is low. Valentine doesn’t move or speak.

Candy/Mom takes his shaft again in her hands, milking the bottom with her thumbs. She catches a palm full of nearly clear fluid and slicks it over him. He has never in his life produces anything close to that much precum.

His mother looks him in the eyes, her eyes so much like Candy’s blue eyes. She lifts the skirt of Candy’s dress and reveals Candy’s perfect little slit. “You’re my Valentine tonight. Fuck your little sister.”

She turns with her back to him and bends over the high bed. Lifting the back of her skirt, she reveals Candy’s bare ass, the wonderful little pussy he made cum and cum today framed and shining wetly between her spread thighs.

He steps near, grabbing his mother’s toned hip in one large hand, guiding his fat slippery head to his sister’s opening.

He came hard. Muscles in his strong neck clenched as he bucked up into his hand, spraying a series of warm streaks up his tensed abs. He struggled to regain his breath, panting alone in the dark as he stared up at the shadows of the ceiling. His heart beat loud, a muffled rapid drum in his ear.

He hoped what had just happened was a dream. After his mom had warned him away from getting too intimate with his stepsister she had turned in for the night, apologizing for being a ‘bad, drunk mother’. Valentine had returned to his own bed, exhausted, but rest eluded him.