A swimming arm slid under the pillows and bumped something solid. Candy’s finger wrapped around the thick flexible shaft as she pulled it into view. Before she saw it, she knew what had been hidden here.
It was big. Flesh colored rubber shaped like a penis, maybe as long but not as thick as what she had seen on her sleeping brother. Before his started to grow.
She held it in front of her face with both hands. She could feel the slight wobble of the end beyond her fingers. This was much bigger, but the exact shape she had searched her room for, before finding a hairbrush and the toothbrush with the magic button.
Tomorrow Valentine would give her her next lesson. He said to use her tongue on him where he did on her. She would touch his strong chest, feel his muscles before she put her lips on his nipple. She wondered if it would get hard like hers, and if it could passingly be as sensitive.
She would love to give him as much helpless pleasure as his lips and tongue had given her.
Then she would move to the second area. She saw again his cock stretched along his belly, his cum dried with their aunt’s saliva on him. She remembered that juncture of tender wrinkled skin that had so fascinated her, where the shaft, the head, and the seams running down the exposed bellies of both all came together.
Candy looked for the spot on her rubber substitute. It was a disappointing smooth divot. On her back, looking up, she lowered the large bulbous end toward her mouth.
“Is this where you want my tongue, Valentine?”
She ran the moist flat of it along the underside of the head. It tasted rubbery and her tongue felt dry. The second lick was slipperier, her tongue sliding over her own spit.
She moved her attention down to the unwrinkled junction. Pressing the soft center over the area before working the tip into the little hollow. She placed her lips around the spot and sucked.
“Oh. You like that, big brother.” She wiggled the large dildo above her face. “Show me what you like. What you want me to do.”
The recessed spot she’d just sucked pressed down on her parted lips. “Mmmm.”
Her tongue reached out in time to feel the head drag down across her lips, pulling the lower one open toward her chin. The bulb seemed to drag interminably by before the tip reached her mouth.
Her small hands held it there, almost surprising herself. She’d thought so often recently about a cock pushing into her mouth, her efforts to open and receive it. Instead she lifted her head, straining up to taste it, lick it, suck what fit between her lips.
If her back was flat on the futon, it stayed out of reach, grazing her lips. She was forced to tighten her core, squeezing down on the tensing spring, to bring her mouth to him.
Her tongue and lips moistened the entire surface of the fleshy bulb, her legs bracing wide open as she levered her mouth upwards to reach the encircling ridge that pronounced the end of the beginning. She slid one hand down until it gripped the rubber shaft hard against that ridge.
Her firm squeeze there stopped all wobble of the flexible rubber head. It seemed to swell under the pressure. Her mouth was open just below it, panting. With each breath, her small breasts pushed twin mounds up through the cotton shirt, it’s lower hem now bunched around her waist.
“You like that? Your cock feels so hard now, Val. What do you want?”
The slippery head pushed her lips apart and continued into her mouth. Candy gagged at the intrusion before the entire head was past her lips. It pulled back and she drew a wet breath. She laughed at herself.
“Go easy on me, please Valentine. You’re so big.” She tried not to think that the real Val, her Valentine, was bigger then this when erect.
The head pushed again at her lips and she opened her jaw wide. She breathed through her nose, trying to relax. The ridge slipped past her stretched lips and she let them close around the slightly thinner shaft.
In her mind, she heard his voice. Her new tutor, continuing their lesson. “That’s it. Good girl. Hold it in there. You can move your tongue if you want.”
She almost felt his hand stroking the hair by her temple. Her tongue found it had room to move, exploring his sensitive underside in the small amount of space her wide open jaw allowed.
“Fuck, yes.” Her lips felt a small amount of the thick shaft slide past, pushing the bulb deeper. Candy felt a gag coming on but suppressed it, intent on the discovery that the tip of her tongue had again found that fascinating junction.
When the fat cockhead pulled back she felt empty. Her jaw ached, her eyes watered, and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d avoided throwing up, but she felt empty. She wanted Valentine inside her. The real Valentine, and not just in her mouth.
Candy brought the dildo down between her open thighs. The slippery head met the wetness of her arousal. The spongy tip, guided by her fingers, separated moist swollen lips. It felt huge.
“I want you inside me so bad.” She raised her hips, sliding the tip down her slit, spreading her fluids while further opening her. She pushed against the intruder.
She gave up with less than half the head inside, the girth increasing faster than her ability to accommodate it. As soon as she relaxed, slumping back onto the futon mattress, he rebelling vaginal entrance squeezed the blunt invader back out. The slick head settled at the very base of her slit.
She let it go, nestled there, thick against her very bottom. In frustration, her hands came together on her wetness, tormented and overtaxed. One hand formed an out stretching ‘V’ while the fingers of the other began frenzied circles.
“Dammit, Valentine! I want to fuck you so bad!” The V pulled upward, exposing her as the circles narrowed over the vulnerable tender spot. The tightening in her belly was acute, her firm thighs started to shake. Saying her desire out loud like that brought a continuity to what her body felt and her heart and mind desired most.
An electric motor kicked in, pumping, as the still waters of the spa surged to life. Candy almost screamed. She had been so close. In the semi-dark she gathered her feet under her, standing up on the mattress. A heavy rubber cylinder rested against one foot, wet on the fatter end. She peaked through the small gap in the curtain. The spa was running but she couldn’t see anyone.
The young girl raised up on her toes, to see if they were right below her, though she should already be able to see legs.
The pool-house door behind her opened.
“Watcha lookin’ at, Candace?”
The voice was a low self-satisfied purr.
“Oh, uh. Hi, Aunt Mar.” Candy turned, still standing on the bed. “I. I was napping. I was just checking who, you know, when the pump came on.”
Marguerite closed the door. She raised a hand palm out as Candy started to lower herself to the floor. “Stay there.”
The young blond stood where she was, flustered, towering over the shorter brunette. Marguerite’s face was level with her belly, the hem of Valentine’s shirt not much lower.
The out-reached hand which had stopped her now took hold of hers. Aunt Mar was wearing a skimpy white bikini, hiding nothing of her curves.
“Sweet Candace. You were napping out here? I’m so sorry I woke you.”
Even in this light, she could see a glitter in the woman’s big brown eyes. Eyes which slowly looked down from the girl’s face, traveling the length of her long bare legs, then pausing at her feet on the futon.
Marguerite reached down with her free hand and retrieved the dildo. It wagged obscenely in her hand, the wobbling head wetly catching the solar lights through the widow.
“Is this the pillow you were using?”
Candy froze as the thick bulbous head was brought out toward her, rested against the inside of her bare knee. She gripped her Aunt’s hand harder but otherwise stayed completely still as the slick head slid up the inside of her thigh.
It continued up until the other thigh closed in, wedging it between them. She whimpered, almost to herself, her grip tightened.
The head slipped from between her thighs, trailing up their front, dragging the shirt hem with it as it continued tracing the upward channel. She was completely exposed as the rubber cock stopped, holding the shirt up with it. After a long stare directly at the girl’s private parts, Aunt Mar looked up at her face.
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