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The Candyman's Education	By : Shaduan Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 6454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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After putting on his pajamas Willy curled up in bed with the thick, leatherbound tome and began to read. It was an English translation, for which he was quite grateful, and the first section didn’t seem all that scary at all. It appeared to be mainly a discussion of philosophy, the accumulation of different energies by the way one lives, and advice on how to live well. It was quite different from most books he’d read, and the illustrations helped him to understand some of the things he didn’t get right away.
He wasn’t sure what Parvati intended by leaving this book, and he was starting to think it might have been an oversight, until he finished the first section around midnight and turned the page to find a very startling title:
“On Sexual Union”, it read.
Bravely, he continued. He read the first chapter of this new section.
“Oh…”
And the next…
“Oh my…”
And the next…
“Oh *my*!”
And the next…
“Oh my goodness!”
As before, it used a number of words he didn’t understand upon reading them, but again as before the illustrations (beautifully painted, he thought, if a bit perplexing) helped show him what was meant. The people in the pictures seemed happy enough, even if they were twined together in ways that looked more than a bit uncomfortable.
He put a trembling hand to his lips and, finding sweat there at his upper lip, wiped the moisture away with a palm that was so damp with its own nervous sweat that in the end the gesture did him no good at all. Is this what Parvati wanted to teach him? He wasn’t sure either of them bent that way. He turned the page and found there a couple not twined together as in the previous pictures, but instead she reclined on a divan with her far leg drawn up, while he reclined behind her, reaching across her body and downward to do something apparently very important with the dark triangle at the juncture of her legs. He glanced at the caption of the picture, searching for enlightenment.
“He who attends his own needs and ignores those of his partner is a selfish dog not deserving of a woman,” it read, “He who makes his partner happy will be rewarded a hundredfold.”
Willy reached up thoughtfully to touch the naked breast of the woman in the illustration. She seemed to be giving him a secretive smile, as if to say, “You will understand, in time.”
He certainly hoped so.
And so it was that Willy Wonka, a bit shell-shocked, and more than a bit sleep-deprived, emerged from his room the following morning in his purple dressing-gown, clutching the precious tome to his chest like a shield. He had questions – a lot of them – and Parvati seemed best suited to answer them. After all, that was why she was here, right?
He saw that exact woman round the corner a split second before she saw him, and he instinctively put out a hand to brace her against collision. The handhold it found was soft, slightly firm, pleasantly round in a way that fit tidily into his hand, and was, in fact, her right breast.
She looked up at him in surprise, and they both took a half-step back, relinquishing his hold on her. He was blushing furiously, and looked at once scared, confused, and curious. His hand still hovered in midair between them, and presently he turned it to study its palm as though he were seeing such an extremity for the first time. Her own hands had drawn up to her chest in an instinctive protective gesture, so unexpected had the touch been, but then she noticed the book in his other arm, and the dark circles under his eyes. No wonder, she thought. He must have read that book from cover to cover. She recomposed herself into a posture of obedient womanhood, as befit the senior concubine of Pondicherry’s palace.
“Do you have any questions?” she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
He nodded mutely, nibbling anxiously at a fingernail in an endearingly boyish gesture.
She inclined her head. “What would you like to know?”
He looked around, still nibbling at the nail, and then focused back on her, lowering his hand. “Everything.”
“Everything?”
“You can do that, right? Teach me everything?”
“I’ll teach you what I can, how about that?”
“Okay. That’s good. Very good.” He frowned. “What time is it?”
“Seven in the morning.”
“Seven in the mor… oh. I forgot to sleep, didn’t I?”
She shrugged. “I suppose so.”
“Things to do this morning,” he said, and counted them off on his fingers: “Breakfast. Nap. Check on build. Go to lessons on sex. Did I miss anything?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good. Off to breakfast then…”
He handed her the book, sidestepped lightly around her, took two steps down the hallway, and fell over. She crouched by his side to see if he was okay, and heard the sound of light snoring. She smiled. The lessons could wait a bit.
*****
He couldn’t see anything. Well, he could see a bit down the sides of his nose but that was about it. That’s really what blindfolds did, funnily enough, and he supposed this counted as a blindfold even if it was made out of silk.
“Are you comfortable?” she asked.
He nodded.
He was standing by his bed thusly blinded, knowing only that the topic du jour was the sense of touch. His hands fidgeted, bunching up his dressing gown (which she had requested he wear instead of his usual clothing). The roller coaster of his mind was slowly inching up the first big hill.
“The biggest mistake that Western men often make in their lovemaking besides focusing purely on the visual candy of a woman is to grope and paw at her like he was making bread,” Parvati explained.
Willy frowned. That didn’t seem right at all. Women always looked so delicate, even the ones who were trying to tackle him.
He gasped as he felt a hand brush along his cheek. “A gentle touch is better. See?”
He nodded. “Like spreading frosting. If you’re not careful it goes all over but not where you want it.”
“Very good. Would you like to try?”
He nodded, and felt her take hold of one of his hands. She guided his fingertips over soft, smooth skin, and he found that he could discern where her cheek met her jaw, and the slight ridge of her collarbone. When she released him, though, he was at a bit of a loss.
“Go ahead,” she invited, “Feel free to explore.”
Bolstered by her encouragement, he quested forth with his other hand, and caressed her shoulders and the sides of her throat, feeling her pulse beating steadily in the hollow of her jaw.
“There you go… nice, light touch.”
“A meringue touch,” he concluded, brushing his fingertips back down to her shoulders. As he continued down her arms, his thumbs found rather convincing evidence that all was not quite as it had been before he was blindfolded. “…Parvati?”
“Yes?”
“Did you do something after you put the blindfold on me and while you were talking?”
“Yes.”
“Did you get undressed again?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Willy squeaked, “Just thought I’d check. Um.” He licked his lips. “What do I do now?”
She guided his hands slightly… inward. He’d touched one of them before, of course, but that time there was a… layer in between. He frowned as his questing fingertips found a hard little peak on her breast. He wasn’t at all sure what it was, so he explored it further, and found that the other breast had one as well.
“What…?” He pinched one of the little peaks gently, as an experiment, and he heard her gasp. “Oh – sorry!” He tried to take his hands away, but she held him in place.
“You must be very gentle here,” she said huskily, “These can be a source of great pleasure… but also great pain.”
No pinching, he concluded. He tried rubbing the pads of his thumbs over them instead, and was rewarded with that curious gasp again.
“Good?” he asked.
“Very good. Open your mouth.”
He did so, and he felt her reach up and place something in his mouth that he recognized immediately by the taste – chocolate! He closed his mouth around it happily. It had a cherry crème center. He paused in his chewing when he noticed her finger tracing along the edge of his collar. It tickled.
“Fingertips are best for light touching,” she said gently, “But using the entire hand can be fun as well.” With that she slid her hand inside the front of his robe to rest on his chest over his heart, which he was quite aware was hammering loudly. “But be careful – learn the right time for each touch. Now – open your robe.”
He froze. “But—“
“Oooopen your rooooobe…” she lilted in a singsong voice, and his nose caught a hint of chocolate, a promise of his next reward if he did well. It was close enough to be maddening, but when he turned his mouth towards it she withdrew it. He whimpered – it was *good* chocolate. Uncertainly, he reached for the tie of his robe, and he smelled the delicious chocolate again. Swallowing hard, he untied his robe, letting it fall open.
“Hands at your sides, please,” she said, and he caught another whiff of chocolate. Very slowly, he uncovered himself, and was instantly rewarded with another chocolate. As he chewed, she continued with the lesson, brushing her hands down his sides and then around to—
—ohmygosh—
—the front, causing him to nearly choke on the chocolate. He swallowed hurriedly, trying to catch his breath. It had been only a light touch, a brush across the dark hair just above…
…well, him. His thing. In the book he’d read the previous night it had been called a dragon, or a jade column. In his opinion it had never really looked like either – columns should stand up, shouldn’t they? As for dragons, they breathed fire – and he couldn’t think of anywhere he wanted fire to come out of it. And then—
—ohmygosh—
—he felt her fingertips caress him, caress that part of him that he’d always considered only good for peeing out of, and he felt a strange tightening sensation from that region.. He tilted his head to peek down the side of his nose and he something that terrified him.
It was getting bigger.
Not only that, but it was starting to stand up a bit, something it had never done before. It was… well, it was columning. Not only that, it was pulsating a bit, like some sort of weird alien that happened to be attached to him.
“Parvati!” he squeaked in a thin little voice.
She looked up and saw that he was peeking – and that he honestly didn’t know what was happening. He was terrified, trying to back away from his own erection.
“Willy!” she said, but it was too late. He’d fallen onto his bed and was still trying to backpedal. She followed after him, crawling quickly over the bed, until his back hit the wall and he could back up no more. He tore away the blindfold, staring at his swollen, pulsing member.
“What’s happening to me?” he whispered, nearly in tears, “It hurts…”
“Look at me, Willy,” Parvati instructed.
“But…”
“Look at me!”
He looked at her, his eyes full of questions that desperately wanted explanations.
“I know it aches,” she said quietly, “The ache is need. It needs.”
“What does it need?” Willy asked uncertainly.
“I can help you learn. But you need to trust me. Can you trust me?”
He hesitated, glancing down at the strange pulsing thing jutting up from his hips, and then nodded.
“Close your eyes.”
He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut the way he did whenever he was about to get a shot. Then—
—ohmygosh—
—he felt her hand close around him, not hard but her grip was definitely what he would call firm. He squirmed, but as she started stroking the hard branch that had sunk itself into his guts he felt the aching lessen to be replaced by…
… a decidedly yummy feeling.
It was better than that, though. It was like the feeling he had when he first tasted that forbidden morsel of chocolate, only it kept building and cascading – but to what, he couldn’t even fathom—as the rhythm of her stroking got faster. He was starting to see why she made those strange little noises when he touched her, since he was making a fair number of them himself.
Then, without warning—
—there was something like an explosion—
—deep in his guts—
—and as he cried out—
—he felt his dragon breathe fire for the first time.
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