Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... 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 ...