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That Candyman is Mine!
By : Batwingedgirl
Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Views: 9394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Veruca stood underneath the silver water faucet in the midst of her foggy bathroom and let the almost-too-hot water rinse what was left of the shampoo out of her tendrils of mousy hair. The suds slid down her thin frame and floated around the drain in a lazy kind of way, never actually going down. Veruca had her eyes closed; her small hands were exploring an area of her body that always went so ignored. She had seen a woman on television doing something similar to herself, and enjoying it greatly. Of course the woman on the television had been doing it to entice a pizza delivery boy, as far as she understood (Her parents really ought not leave her alone with the ability to go through their things!); Veruca, on the other hand, was thinking of Mr. Wonka.
Her fingers gently pressed against her inner walls; she was standing with her toes turned in, her other hand clasped nervously over her mouth to conceal her tiny whimpers from the rest of the household. With her thumb, she began to massage her clit and let out a loud moan and looked around, as though she was expecting her father to bombard the bathroom the second a sign of distress was heard. She noticed a new pair of bright neon-yellow dish washing gloves in a pretty plastic wrapper and smirked. After convincing herself the lock on the bathroom door was enough, she shut off her blue eyes again from the world and leaned against the blue tile wall of the shower. Again she thrust into herself with manicured fingers, her thumb working ferociously. She bit the hand she had held over her mouth as her body slumped into the corner of the shower, the water beating her on the top of the head.
“Oh God, Mr. Wonka.” She breathed through her teeth, her index finger in-between them. He was there, his arms encompassing her, kissing her forehead with those rose-tinted lips of his. He petted the top of her head with a purple-gloved hand; it felt strangely the same as though she was standing directly under a water faucet. Despite having those eerie purple gloves on, Wonka was completely nude there with her. His hands on her shoulders, he looked down at her with his blueish eyes, a terrible grin plastered on his face. Precariously he dragged his right hand from her trembling shoulder- a slender finger around her nipple- a slow crawl past her belly button- a slight dawdle to assemble the precise amount of suspense- before plunging one finger into her. As though he had preformed some kind of magic, Veruca moaned, and leaned her head on his chest, his left arm circling her.
His thumb rubbed her clit methodically as she had done to herself earlier; her thighs quivered around his hand. Her arms wrapped around him, seemingly for the sole purpose of clawing at his back as though her ecstasy was tinted anger. Wonka brushed lightly against her throbbing spot and it was all over, Veruca cried out in ecstasy and collapsed into his arms. Her face was flush, her heart beating quickly.
Veruca opened her eyes slowly, as though she had just woken up. She was sitting in the shower, the faucet still beating down on her. She grinned jovially standing up and turning off the water. Her brown hair fell in curtains framing her pale face and curling down to what she had of her breasts, dripping water on her rosebud nipples. She reached for a plush white towel and dried herself off, wrapping one around her hair in a complex way on top of her head like her mother taught her.
She removed the yellow gloves gingerly and laid them on the side of the tub.
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