"The Candle" By C.W. Larkin
As a girl entering puberty some years ago, I was incredibly ignorant about my body and sex. Entering my teen age years, I knew nothing of such things as masturbation, yet was aware that as changes occurred with my body, new feelings and sensations were beginning to emerge.
A few months prior to when this story takes place, I was ill for a while and for one reason or another, became constipated. When my mother diagnosed my problem, she told me I needed an enema. At first, I didn't know what she was talking about, but when she explained what was to happen, I naturally protested. But my discomfort overcame my fears and so my mother marched me into the bathroom.
Despite my cramps, I remember feeling a nice, tingling sensation when my mother inserted the well-lubricated nozzle into my anus to fill my bowels with warm water. The enema itself went quickly and I was relieved once the cramps subsided. But for days afterwards, I found myself thinking about the tingling sensation I had felt and soon I was plotting ways to bring back that feeling.
I had no interest in having another enema, but soon hit on the idea of playing doctor with my younger sister. Molly was about 14 months younger than me, and because of our close age, we often played together. In fact, a few years earlier, we had played doctor and had poked and prodded each other's bodies, but did nothing like what I had in mind.
At first, Molly wasn't that interested in playing, but I bribed her with some candy and promised that she could be the doctor as long as she did as told. Within minutes we began the preliminaries, and soon Molly was playing the role of doctor to the hilt, looking in my mouth and ears with a toy doctor's kit we had lying around. I even removed my shirt so she could examine my budding breasts and listen to me breathe.
Then I told Molly she had to take my temperature from my rear. She giggled as I handed her a pencil and a small jar of Vaseline and then dropped my pants and bent over the bed. I instructed my sister to coat the eraser tip with Vaseline and to slowly insert the pencil into my anus.
Just as I hoped, I felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as Molly eased the pencil into my rear, but somehow the sensation seemed less intense than the enema nozzle. I asked Molly to move the pencil in and out and she did a few times. It felt better, but still it wasn't quite what I expected.
Desperate not to let this game of physical exploration with my sister end too soon. I told Molly that the pencil wasn't taking a good temperature and that we needed something larger. I pulled the pencil out of my rear, yanked my pants back on and raced downstairs to the dining room. There, on a side table, were same candles. I grabbed a long tapered one and ran back upstairs.
I quickly coated the end of the candle with Vaseline, handed it to my sister, took off my pants and bent over the bed again. Molly, who by now had become quite intrigued by what we were doing, didn't hesitate as she resumed her role of doctor and proceeded to insert the candle into my anus.
For a minute it didn't look like it was going to work. My anal muscles were quite tight and I was too excited to relax and let the large candle slip in. It occurred to me that maybe I needed some Vaseline inside of me, so I asked Molly to rub some on my rear. At first she said no, but I pleaded and soon she relented. Molly put a gob on her forefinger and smeared it around my puckered hole. Once again, I felt a delicious sensation as she touched me, and to my delight she even managed to work her finger inside of me a couple of times. When this happened, we both giggled.
Molly wiped her finger off and placed the end of the candle up against the tip of my anus. This time, with one push, the candle slid in. I remember gasping at the new, somewhat painful sensation. I told Molly to stop and took a moment to catch my breath. After pausing, my sphincter muscles finally relaxed and I asked Molly to push a little more. This time, I got the most pleasurable sensation as the candle slowly moved inside of me.
I asked Molly to keep pushing the candle in and out, realizing that the sensation was most intense when she moved the candle. Molly did as she was told and soon I was in a new world of pleasure and excitement. I could feel a tingling sensation spread from my anus up between my legs. Involuntarily, I began moving my hips, grinding my pelvis down on the bed sheets as Molly continued to slide the candle in and out of me.
Before I knew it, my movements became more spasmodic and I started to moan softly as Molly continued thrusting with determined relish. Soon, a sensation I had never felt before began to build to a crescendo. Needless to say, my first orgasm was an entire surprise. I had no idea what had happened, except that for a moment I had lost control of myself as the pleasure flowed through my body. I remember crying out and Molly letting go of the candle, worried that she was hurting me. Instinctively, I reached around and continued thrusting the candle with rapid movements just as several climatic waves washed over me.
Finally, it ended and I lay breathless on the bed. I let go of the candle which slowly slid out of me (a nice sensation in itself). When I got up, I found my bed sheets were damp and I had a wetness between my legs I had never felt before. At first, I thought I had urinated, but I knew I hadn't. No, something else had occurred, but I still didn't know what.
Not surprisingly, I was very eager to recreate the sensations I had felt that day. Whenever my parents were out of the house, I would bribe Molly with more candy to play doctor with me. I even turned the tables once and took Molly's temperature with the pencil. And while she admitted it "tickled," she was too squeamish to try again. Eventually, my sister grew tired of the game and not even bribes of money would work.
I finally resorted to masturbating with the candle by myself, but it wasn't quite the same. I missed the excitement of undressing in front of my sister and watching her lubricate the candle, insert it into my rear and then work it back and forth until my knees buckled from the ensuing orgasm. Then one day, quite by accident, I grew tired of rubbing my pelvis on the bed sheets while trying to reach behind to grasp the candle. It was just too awkward. Instead, I rolled on to my back, pulled my legs up and put one hand between my legs while holding the candle with the other. For the first time, I used my hand to rub my clit. The result was, shall we say, electrifying. What happened next is another story!
The End
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