Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 14:53:29 CST
From: C.L. Larkin <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Candle

"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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