The handle of a hair brush was her first lover. Naked on her bed, she slipped the handle into her mouth, sucking it. Her first blow job, she giggled to herself.
Her saliva added lubrication but it probably wasn’t needed. The tension in her belly had reached a frantic state when she’d begun her search. The very act of searching for a faux cock to give herself an orgasm excited her more.
While she’d enjoyed the filling feeling as it entered her, she had to return a hand to the magic button to get the strong release she needed. It had been that release, with the plastic handle still inside, that received the credit for taking her physical maidenhood.
The next object she tried, and the first lover to blow her mind, was her toothbrush. The handle was a shaft slightly larger than the brush. It was waterproof and easy to wash. She assumed a real human penis couldn’t be much thicker than that.
The handle wasn’t very long and the end was flat with rounded edges. Even the small button on the side was a streamlined sealed rubber affair on the side. She figured if she wanted to slip it in deeper, she could hold onto the brush part like a handle. Her only concern was the blunt end, thicker than the rounded brush handle had been.
She breathed out deeply, blowing the air toward the ceiling above her bed. After slipping tortuous fingers inside her, as she found herself doing more and more recently, and some sucking and licking on her new second lover, she had managed to ease the blunt tip inside.
Not far, but enough to need to adjust to the stretched, filled feeling it brought. It was odd to sense her body relaxing around the invader while it continued to tense.
She slid it further in. She threw her head back with a whimper as the fullness increased. She concentrated on her breath. Her torment was reaching a peak, the unfamiliar pressure adding to the unbearability, but she suspected she might still need the magic button to set her off.
Candy resisted the urge to touch herself and instead changed her grip on the toothbrush to ease more in. A finger pressed the sealed rubber switch, forgotten on the side.
The motor encased in the handle was intended to send powerful “sonic vibrations” through the brush end to release plaque and tartar from the teeth. Starting that oscillating motor while it was a encased in a waterproof shaft inside Candy’s tortured and teased body released her climax.
She hadn’t expected the toothbrush to buzz to life. She didn’t know she could climax without touching her clit. She had no idea a release could be still stronger, more overwhelming than what she had already experienced. Accidentally pressing that little button opened her mind.
“So that’s what it’s like to have a penis inside,” the bright but naive girl thought. “To be…fucked by a cock.”
She was wrong, of course. A week after she started spending her free time with her waterproof rechargeable new friend, the professor had grabbed her and tried his tongue probe. Shortly after that she had approached Mom about needing a tutor.
The very next day, she had kissed a boy in the garden. A really cute boy, even if he was still in high school and kind of a jock. He was a really good kisser, and the shaft she was now fondling through his pants made her plastic boyfriend seem like a joke.
The large head moved under her touch. It pulsed into her fingers, swelling larger for an instant, but also moved, migrating up Val’s belly as his shaft lengthened more. She heard him groan, but only distantly, her attention completely focused on the expanding wet spot forming over his tip.
“Candace.” Again, he called her that. It got her full attention. She had never seen him so intense. “Candace, do you really want me to teach you?”
She squealed, her hips rocking their answer. “Please, yes. Teach me everything. Sir.”
“Very well. Today’s lesson, as you reminded me, is the tongue. Stand up.”
She looked disappointed, but climbed off her handsome stepbrother. Once Valentine regained his feet and adjusted his pants, he guided the young beauty to the large mirror. He stood close behind her, a hand on each bare shoulder. They both looked at the image they saw: straight blond hair above the simple yellow sundress, bare legs and white sneakers in front of the larger young man, his head visible looking over her, his wider shoulders and chest showing behind her.
“My god.” He whispered. “You are so incredibly gorgeous.”
Her gaze dropped, embarrassed, but she leaned back against him with a purr. She watched his head dip, saw him kiss her neck before he continued.
“If you want to call me ‘sir’ and have me teach you, fine. But you’ll have to dress the part. “He kissed her neck again, sending a shiver down her spine. “My little schoolgirl.”
She responded to that with a small “Ooo” sound and rubbed her little butt back against him.
“But today, you get your second lesson in uses of the tongue,” he allowed his tongue to run under her ear. She gasped. “From your brother.”
“Mmmm. I like that.” She answered.
“The same brother who kissed you in the garden today, is going to show his sister how good a tongue can make her feel.”
As they both watched in the mirror, his arms slipped around her from behind. His right slid across her flat belly and pulled her back against his cock, the bulk filing and pressing apart the small space between her cheeks. His left hand ran along her ribs, across her midsection, and boldly settled cupping her firm right breast through the soft stretchy fabric. Four eyes silently stared at the reflection of the hand.
Somehow, feeling and watching Valentine fondle her breast, not groping or squeezing, but holding it, moving almost imperceptibly as though merely beginning to become acquainted through the gentlest of explorations, was more intimate and frightening to her than seeing and feeling his oversize dick. imgur.com/9Ve38As
“That’s not your tongue.”
“It will be.” She shuddered. She honestly had not thought specifically about where the tongue was going.
“For today there are two main areas we’ll be covering.” He squeezed gently, feeling the firm resistance to his fingers that he had hoped for. His thumb dragged across the equator of the perfect half globe and finally found the rise of her nipple through the pucker of the elastic fabric.
He circled the hardening bud with more pressure. Valentine had been tutored well by two more more experienced lovers. This was his first chance to help educate someone else, to be the teacher. An image of Candy in plaid skirt popped up, uninvited.
“Remember. Anywhere I use my tongue on you, especially if it’s an area that feels good to you, you can use on me. Like here.” Adding a finger to his thumb, he pressed them slightly together, hinting at pinching her little nipple.
“A man’s nipples are just as sensitive as yours.”
Candy managed to tear her eyes from the reflection of his hand on her. She leaned up to rub her cheek against him, tuck her face close under his jaw. She felt the slight roughness of an unshaven chin. Her voice was hoarse. “Can I…taste your nipples?”
“Not yet. Maybe tomorrow if you’re good. Would you like me to taste yours?”
“Hell yes!” She arched back against him. She reached back with her hands, trying to reach around his hips enough to pull him tighter to her.
Val left her nipple and ran his hand up onto her skin above the dress. The hand on her belly released her. He brought it up to her thin shoulder strap and guided it down over her arm. The top stretched to allow his hand inside and over her breast as he eased the material down. He cupped her exposed pale breast, the small darker nipple distinct and framed by the bandeau tan line from the small bathing suit she generally wore.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
“So small,” she replied.
“So perfect.” He eased his hand from under her, turned her by her slim shoulders until she was sideways to the mirror. He stepped in front of her.
Leaning down, he paused with his lips hovering over her bare nipple. He knew he had to go slow, much slower than in his introductions. Candy’s head was turned to watch him in the mirror, to see the silhouette of his lips part and the soft center of his tongue contact the very tip of her raised nub before sliding caressingly over it.
Her knees buckled. Only a little, and she caught herself easily. But no touch of her nipples had ever done that before.
Val stood and looked down at her. “Are you okay?”
She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Oh yeah. More than okay. You make me feel really good, bro.”
“There’s more to come.” She smiled at the look on his face as he realized what he’d said.
“Yeah. I heard something about two main areas. What’s the other one, huh?” She had a pretty good idea, even if being proven right made her a little nervous.
“You’re jumping ahead, little sister, but I’ll show you the second part of the lesson. Then you have to concentrate on the first part. Remember, pay attention in case you find yourself in a position to return the favor.”
“Like Aunt Mar?” She was blatantly teasing him, but he played it straight.
“No. That’s an advanced technique. Graduate level stuff.” As he spoke he turned her again to face the mirror, holding her from behind. She leaned back against him, molding as much as she could to his shape. He cupped both firm young tits, one still covered.
“So this is the first target area for the tongue we are covering today. Assuming the student is able to absorb the material, we may have time for the second main area.”
Valentine placed his hands on the slim swell of her hips, grasping the dress’s skirt on either side. He didn’t dare breath. He was about to expose a treasure and he feared one wrong move might spoil it.
Looking over her shoulder, he watched the hem of her skirt slowly climb as his fingers gathered the fabric in. Vaguely, he felt her fingers tugging him tighter against her.
Her thighs were tan and smooth and long. As more of them were revealed, the gently curving sweeps continued to show a space between them. Then her thighs ended.
With a last upward lift of the fabric, Val exposed her thin panties. His knees buckled now as he groaned.
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