Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide

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Free Erotic Stories: Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 1

Author: Cynthiia23

“Mom, I think I need a new tutor.”

Melanie perked up. It was unusual for her stepdaughter Candace to be so nervous, or to qualify a statement with ‘I think.’ The beautiful young blond’s brows were knitted together.

“Who needs replaced?” Mel knew the teenage girl to be smarter than all her tutors, and trusted her evaluations, and she only had three now that she was in the local university’s accelerated study program.

“Oh, none. I think I need a new kind of tutor, Mom. Someone to teach me about…boys. Men. And stuff.”

“Ohh. I see. Sex Ed with the biology tutor wasn’t quite enough, I take it?”

Candy smiled shyly at her mom, thinking of Ms. Robinson, the nervous retired cellular biologist. “Not quite.”

“And HBO and the internet haven’t filled in the rest?”

Now the young girl laughed. “It’s the part between Ms. Robinson’s theory and Skin-emax’s applications that I think I’m missing. Someday, I may even get to go on a date.”

“I am so sorry, Candy. I should have thought of this. You’re so smart. I usually don’t have to suggest additions to your curricula. Just trim things when you add to much.

“Let me give this some thought. A beautiful girl like you should not be in the dark on this stuff. No girl should. Would you mind if we involved your Aunt Marguerite?”

Candace shook her head before grinning. “Aunt Mar would be perfect. I have an idea she knows all about that in between part I’m missing.”

“Girl, you have no idea how right you are. Hugs.”

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The two hugged warmly. An observer would immediately notice how similar the two appeared. Mel was more toned and slightly shorter then her stepdaughter, but both were slender with blue eyes and straight blond hair over their shoulders, with bright friendly smiles they were quick to share.

“Just walk the gardens with her and be a boy. A nice boy. She hasn’t been around many and they make her nervous. Just be a good.”

Valentine Harrison Caldwell was nineteen, visiting home from school. He was taking a post-graduate year at a private school in Massachusetts with an elite lacrosse program. The natural athlete who had only picked up the sport two years ago hoped the extra attention and experience could land him a scholarship on a top college team.

His mom Melanie had married James Caldwell, venture capitalist and widowed father, when Val was in elementary school. His new stepsister, Candace, was a year younger and homeschooled. Some kind of genius.

James traveled incessantly. Besides making a good impression socially, his primary requirement in a stepmother to his child being to oversee Candy’s legion of tutors. So Valentine had the run of an immense country estate in upstate New York, about an hour by train into the City. He attended the local public school’s, with substellar grades, while Candy stayed home, excelling.

Now he was nineteen, very much the big man on the small, brick-buildinged campus that listed Founding Fathers amongst it’s attendees, while Candace was eighteen and excelling at an accelerated program at the nearby SUNY with offers to transfer to either Columbia or Yale if James would approve her leaving home.

Val hardly knew his stepfather, a serious, no nonsense man with a pronounced limp. A car accident had left him broken and Candy’s mother dead. James had immersed himself in his work, saying he was providing for his daughter’s future, and in creating a protective cocoon around her, his only living memory of the wife he blamed himself for killing.

When he did spend time at the estate, he seemed consumed with the details and perfection of the sprawling, formal landscaping. As though exerting his control over the yard might help ease the fear of being out of control that had haunted him since the wreck.

Never cruel or mean, Val just found him cold, uninterested beyond a flickering cocktail-party attention. James usually stayed at their Upper East apartment when ‘home’ in New York. He detested trains, and the drive bothered his leg. So, until Valentine left for boarding school this fall, he had typically shared the vast estate with his mother Melanie and Candace, plus the assorted tutors and gardeners, cleaning and maintenance staff. He and Candy saw far more of his mom’s best friend, ‘Aunt’ Marguerite, growing up than they did of her father, James.

Candy was the best a stepsister could be. Smart, pretty and blond, she had none of the catty ‘friends’ that would have made her unbearably popular in a school setting. Instead, Valentine was her playmate and source of childhood social life. Candy adored her father, sure he wanted only the best for her, while he sheltered her from much of her own childhood. Her older, freer brother was her window on the world of kids.

Unless he was doing sports after school, Val usually got home about when her last tutor was leaving. Almost always, unless the weather was prohibitive, the two would walk the long loops of the garden paths together, while Val told her about school that day. Being outside, away from Mom and the echoey halls of the massive house, he could use the language the kids did at school. She loved the stories of the kids in trouble, the arguments and altercations.

Funny that Melanie would ask him to walk with Candy now, as soon as she’d picked him up at the train station. He was sure they would have taken a stroll as matter of course without Mom’s suggestion. And being a nice boy shouldn’t be too hard.

“How’s college, Brainiac?”

They had teased each other about this before.

“Classes are good, people are confusing, gym rat.” She teased him about being a high school athletic superstar whenever he kidded her for being an advanced academic one.

“What people?”

“Mainly boys.” She blushed. “Dad didn’t let me date, go to prom, anything. Even my first kiss was awful.”

“How awful could it be?” Valentine was certain there was a connection between his Mom’s suggested ‘boy’ walk and the current conversation.

“My Economics professor asked me to come to his office. He complimented me on a paper, complimented me on my sweater, then stuck his tongue down my throat and grabbed my…tit. I pushed him away and ran out, crying.”

“That sucks.”

“No, he just jammed the tongue in there, no sucking.”

He looked at her, saw the twinkle in her eye. They both laughed.

“How about your second kiss, was it better?”

She was quiet, then whispered, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I…haven’t had a second kiss yet. I’m kinda scared after the last one.”

“Would you like to?” He stopped their slow stroll through the maze. He said it as though casually curious, not at all making a personal offer, looking not at her but at a bench placed to take advantage of a particularly pleasant view, then beckoned her with a flourish to a seat. She sat.

“Would I like to have a second kiss? Not if they’re all like the first one.” she gazed into the distance. He sat beside her, studying her face as she stared off. “I guess what I’d really like is a new first kiss. A nice one.”

“You know, just because Professor Perv stuck his tongue in your mouth doesn’t make it your first kiss. Did you kiss him?”

She shook her head, still looking out over the immaculate landscape. She thought how her father had become manic about it since the accident that left him widowed and limping.

“I think I kinda wanted to. But then he grabbed me like that and I ran.”

“Well, there’s the simple solution: you didn’t kiss him. Ergo that was officially not your first kiss. That was easy.” He turned his gaze out over the view, stretched his legs out before crossing his ankles and reclined with his fingers entwined behind his head: a job well done.

Finally, she turned to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her fine straight blond hair swing around to frame her face. “I like that idea. Thank you.”

When he turned back to her, her eyes were bright. Once she was sure she had his attention, she pouted, her lower lip stuck out in the way that always got what she wanted from Daddy.

“What?” He had no choice but to ask when the beautiful, charming girl gave him that look. The look demanded the recipient at least attempt to fix anything for her.

“Now I’ve never even been kissed.”

“Would you like to?” He repeated his earlier question, though the meaning had changed. She blushed bright red, realizing what he was asking. She found herself unable to answer, except for the unconscious parting of her soft lips.

Valentine leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers, holding the contact briefly. The sensation on her lips was so tender, she didn’t tense up at all. She felt a sense of loss when he pulled back, but that vanished when he renewed the kiss, catching her full upper lip between both of his.

She made a soft cooing sound before pressing toward him, kissing him back. Knowing her past experience, he only brushed the soft tip of his tongue along the lower edge of her luscious upper lip, tracing the perfect Cupid’s bow line.

Her cooing became noticeably louder, then she giggled. He withdrew from the kiss, but stayed close enough to lightly rub the tip of his nose along her cute little upturned one.

His voice sounded like it came from deep in his chest as he whispered, “What?”

The hand holding her chin moved back to stroke the back of her head, feeling her silky blond hair.

“Nothing. Sorry. I thought ‘So that’s what the tongue is supposed to do’ and it made me laugh.”

“That is one thing, but there’s a lot more it’s supposed to do too.” He couldn’t hide his grin, thinking about some of the other things his tongue could do with this innocent beauty. He felt a stirring below his belt.

“Like what?” Her question sounded throaty, then she pushed her lips back up against his.

He caught her upper lip again; sucking it between his before again tracing its curves with his tongue. He felt her lips part and he allowed his tongue to ever so gently tease the sensitive inner side of her lip.

He felt her tense slightly at the intrusion, so withdrew the touch but still held her head in place. He was surprised when he felt her tiny tongue reach out and trace along his upper lip in imitation. He made sure that her tongue would slightly meet his as it finished its path. He moaned encouragingly when she passed over it in a slow, slick glide.

When she pulled back, his hand continued to caress her hair, but did not resist her retreat at all.

Her eyes looked nervous, unsure. “Did I do okay?”

He stroked from her temple down over her cheek and jawline. “Much more than okay. How did that feel?”

Her face lit up as she grinned. “Wonderful. Can that really be my first kiss?”

“Is it the first time you kissed anyone?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s your first kiss. Probably better not to tell people it was with your brother.”

“Stepbrother, but you’re probably right about that. I wasn’t going to tell anyone cuz you’re just a high school boy. So, I guess it’ll be our secret?”

“Sure. Our secret, nerd.” He traced her beautiful lips with one gentle fingertip. He felt a pulse in his groin when she caught his finger between those beautiful lips for an instant, unable to avoid seeing them wrapped around the tip of his cock rather than his fingertip. “But only if I can be your second kiss too.”

“I think I’d like that.” Her mouth parted expectantly, gazing up at him.

He again rubbed his nose along hers. “But we should walk a little bit more. Let that first one settle in.”

She gave a little whine and flashed her pout at him again, but couldn’t hold it. She felt too good, too fluttery giddy inside. He hoped the break would help his cock calm down. No sense scaring her with that thing yet.

He took her arm like a gentleman and guided her down the path. The brains of boys and girls do not work the same. Nor do any two people. But at that moment, both Valentine and Candy’s minds were awhirl with what had just happened. Both battled what to do when a sweet attractive sibling, totally unavailable, became someone more. A potential lover, even if ‘lover’ held different connotations for the two.

Candy definitely had sexual feelings, just precious little sexual knowledge. She simply did not believe what her searches had portrayed on the internet. Those huge…things sliding impossibly far into mouth, vagina (‘pussy’ they called it, among other things), and even anus had to be CGI.

Even if they weren’t real, the images still encouraged stirrings in her belly and lower. For a long time, the pressure of those stirrings would build up inside her until she couldn’t hold still. Sometimes she would touch her own vagina (pussy, clit!), but that only intensified the torture.

Usually it was worst at night, awake in bed. She knew the engorged penis was inserted in the vagina (‘the hard cock in her cunt!’ – for some reason, she found the four letter colloquialisms highly arousing), her imagination simply could not apply it to herself.

An accident had led to discovering the first way she had found to relieve the torturous tension. An early Saturday morning found her on her belly in bed, entirely unaware how attractive an observer would find her round firm bottom exposed thus to view.

Internet explorations late the night before had left her confused and turned on. Even though it made the torture worse, she couldn’t help the hand that had wedged under her to idly stroke and tease sensitive moist parts.

She decided to take a bath but the tension, the torture and the touching continued as she soaked in the warm scented water. Frustrated and unrelieved she stood to rinse off. She let the hot shower beat on her shoulders and back before turning. She removed the detachable head and let the hard massage setting pulse under her arms and against her small chest. Her nipples stuck out, hard and crinkled and tight, even though the water was hot.

She ran her free hand over her breasts, dragging her thumb over each hardened nub as the water hit them. The pressure inside was actually making her angry she was so frustrated. Still, she couldn’t stop the confusing thoughts that led to it or the touches that encouraged it.

Continuing to rinse off, she brought the pulsing jets of water down over her smooth belly. At the lower edge of her belly, the finest of colorless hairs formed an almost unnoticeable line from below her naval to where her Venus mons rose up. There they joined thicker but still fine hairs, a mix of light and darker browns, that sparsely covered her raised mound.

The hot water swept down over the hairs and pulsed directly toward her sensitive, swollen flower. As it did, her free hand followed down her belly, over her mons, until fingers again slid over her tender pussy.

Her first two fingers split apart as they slid under her, catching most of the initial hard pulses of water on the back of her hand. Her palm dragged down across the tender area that hid her clit. When it was a swollen hard button like it was now, with an apparent direct line to the torture going on in her gut, she had trouble thinking of it as her clitoris.

She slid her hand back upward, allowing the jets to pound into her exposed flesh. First, her lips were opened to them by her split fingers dragging them up and apart. She gasped as the tension seemed to expand inside her. Too much!

Then her palm finally ceased its upward massage, pulling the protective hood off of her clit and exposing the vulnerable button entirely. Her V-ed fingers framed it as the pulsing jets struck home.

She half-leaned half-fell against the stone slab wall of the shower before her back arched all but her shoulders and head back away from it. The tension was truly torture now. She cried out, unable to bare the sensation. Where before it had felt a little like a huge watch spring in her belly being wound tighter and tighter, now her entire body was the spring.

Her body rigid, locked in an arch from feet to head, she somehow still held her agonized clit exposed, fingers still pulling herself open, as the powerful beads of water massaged her, pounded her, tortured her. A colloquial expression she knew but had never before spoken escaped her lips without conscious intent.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Like a magic incantation requiring the final invocation, the magic words ended her torture and in the most wonderful way. She exploded.

Erupted. Orgasm had always seemed an odd word, and did not describe the experience at all. Climax was closer.

She was blinded by light, unaware if she screamed or cried. The torture ended by become in so intense it released as irresistible wave after wave of pure pleasure surging through her every cell. She eventually slipped, limp and exhausted, down the slick stone wall to sit on the edge of the tub, chest heaving, heart pounding in her ears.

She giggled to herself before voicing her thought out loud. “I think I like cumming.”

Those short, Anglo-Saxon sounding word just seemed right for how she felt. Fuck! She had just cum with the shower head pointed right on her tender clit and cunt. The words made her smile now, still light headed from the intensity of her experience.

Her handsome stud of a stepbrother’s kiss had started to wind the spring tight.

While Valentine hoped the continued stroll through formal hedges and topiary would relax his straining cock, his thoughts also whirled in the aftermath of his stepsister’s first real kiss, and not in ways that distracted his arousal.

She was so gorgeous, so sweet, and so innocent. He could still taste a hint of some kind of mint from her tongue and breath. Still smell a hint of her conditioner wafting to him as he had stroked her silky blond hair. He almost grimaced as his cock twitched painfully. When it had expanded as they kissed, it had unfortunately forced its way up under his belt where it was now trapped.

The images in Valentine’s head were much clearer than Candy’s. Thanks mainly to two older women, the twenty-something wife of a lacrosse coach and the rather forward friend of his mother’s in her thirties, he had more sexual experience than most of his peers.

His experiences with girls his own age were more limited. They seemed to like him, and to enjoy kissing and touching. Until they became aware of his cock. In the locker room, he got teased. Drinking smuggled beers one night, a teammate had exclaimed, “Seriously, dude. That thing is bigger hanging limp than mine is standing up hard. And Mary Lynn has trouble taking me inside.”

It was true. The three girls who had felt it through his pants had been horrified and wanted nothing to do with it. The coach’s wife had been a set up. He found out later the coach liked to hide himself and watch his sexy wife have sex, and they had been looking for an opportunity for her to take a really big cock. The teammate’s teasing was overheard. imgur.com/9Ve38As

“Bill said the other lacrosse players have some interesting nicknames for you.” The dark haired beauty had commented to him.

Val had blushed, thrown off by being invited over to the coach’s house to discuss his college scholarship prospects, and finding himself instead alone with the man’s wife. Mrs. Malone was hot, liked to dress to show it off, and was looking at him now like he was dessert.

She was tall with a very slim figure which led to the locker room conclusion that her sizable tits had to be fake. Perfect, and lusted for by many, but fake.

He had accepted the offered bottle of water. She had apologized profusely for the time mix up, lightly resting her hand on his forearm as she did. Coach was a county over watching a competitor’s game. She has been working out when he knocked.

Confused as to how to answer, Valentine’s thoughts weren’t helped by the sight of the woman turned away from him, reaching into the refrigerator for a second bottle for herself. Her dark hair was tied back and hung to the middle of her back.

Her smooth long legs were bare from her sneakers up to where they disappeared into short black yoga shorts. The way she bent as she grabbed the bottle displayed her very tight little cheeks under the stretchy fabric. Fabric marked by a darker black where her sweat had soaked a rough triangle below the waistband, pointing directly down toward her crack.

Above, she wore a grey sweatshirt, probably one of her husband’s. Frayed edges showed at every opening where sleeves, collar and hem had all been roughly removed years ago. He could see a thin jog bra through the deep cut out arm hole.

He may have come up with a reasonable response if she hadn’t turned back toward him after she closed the fridge. The hem of the sweatshirt had been cut high enough that he could clearly see her flat, ripped stomach above her tight shorts, which had been rolled down to ride low on her hips. Above the frayed shirt hem, her nipples pushed out hard, clearly defined through the thick fabric. He had noticed them when she let him in, but her visit to the fridge seemed to have intensified the look. Sex bit.ly/HotttT

She smiled as she caught where he had been staring and stepped closer. She pressed the cold bottle against one nipple, mesmerizing him with the shape of her large breast shaping around the cold bottle under the cotton. She stepped closer.

“Mr. Beefy?” His blush deepened. “Horsecock Harrison?”

In spite of his discomfort, his cock was responding to the presence and the attention of this sexy woman. He looked at the floor, befuddled.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey.” He felt her hand on his cheek. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Val looked up at her, met her dark intense eyes. “I’m not embarrassed. It’s just…”

“I know.” She interrupted him. “It must be hard.”

They both realized her double meaning. Without thinking her eyes dropped to his crotch. The shape outlined there was unmistakable. She looked at his face again.

“Oh my, it is hard.”

“Not really. Just a little.”

Her mouth dropped open. “That’s just a little hard?”

He nodded. She looked back down at the sizable shaft clearly outlined through athletic shorts.

“It gets bigger?”

He nodded again. She seemed to think, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. Her very sexy lip, he noticed. He stole another glance at where her nipples stretched out the grey knit, noticed the shimmer of sweat beads at the base of her throat and between the upper curve of her tits.

Valentine drew in a sharp intake of breath when his coach’s beautiful wife reached down and traced one finger along the length of his cock. Still looking down, she whispered. “Can I see it?”

This was the first time any female had not been frightened by discovering his size. He felt the tug along his leg as more blood flooded the growing shaft. He heard Mrs. Malone’s gasp as her finger felt it too.

He managed to form an answer to her question. “Yes.”

She pressed her palm and fingers against his length, feeling the thick mass still expanding. She glanced around the kitchen, then took his hand. “Not here, come with me.”

Val allowed her to pull him upstairs to the bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed. She positioned him right in front of her before she sat on the mattress. His crotch was directly before her eyes. She didn’t reach out or touch him. She simply stared at the bulge running down his left leg.

She looked up to see him looking directly down at her cleavage.

“You like those?” She asked. Without waiting for an answer she pulled the loose sweatshirt over her head. Her thin white jog bra was almost transparent with her sweat. Val stared.

Impossibly round globes stretched the thin material outward, capped by those nipples. He could now see a hint of their darker brown against her tan skin. They were far bigger and more prominent poking against the fabric now that the thick grey knit shirt was gone.

“It’s only fair: you’re letting me touch yours, you should be able to touch mine. Go ahead, touch my big titties.” She squeezes them together then, smiling up at him. He stared at the wonderful crease that formed above her bra, where both breasts pressed in against each other.

She returned her attention to his midsection. Again, she traced the outline with a single finger. The journey was longer now.

Valentine surprised her when he ran a hand down from her shoulder to her collar bone, then down over her chest. What surprised her was that his hand did not travel down further over her bra to cup and fondle her breast. Instead, he slid his hand directly under the material, mauling her bare tit before rolling her nipple between finger and thumb. They both groaned.

She glanced up at him again. “Good boy. I like the way you think.”

She hooked her fingers under the elastic waist band of his athletic shorts and pulled them out and down. With one hand she reached in and freed the thick monster.

It was still not completely hard, but her fingers weren’t close to wrapping around it, and a long thick length hung beyond her hand, wobbling with the weight of the even fatter head.

“I have never seen…” She started before her voice trailed off. She seemed mesmerized by the large clear drop forming at his very tip. Reaching around his arm still reaching down into her top, she gripped him with both hands, shocked by the weight of meat she held.

She pumped the shaft toward the head, engrossed as the clear drop expanded. A tiny milky cloud appeared in the middle before the drop overfilled, and began a viscous run down the underside of the huge knob.

She caught it on her tongue. He groaned, her nipple forgotten. This was the first time anyone had touched him and now she was licking him. She kept her tongue against him, savoring the salty drop, before slowly licking up to the very tip, to the slit that had produced his first teasing sample for her.

She sucked directly on the slit, sealing her lips around it, eager for any morsel he could share. Her hands pumped again from his base up toward the head. She moaned softly as she savored more of his juices.

Her hands felt the shaft swell and straighten as they held him. She kept her lips sealed on him and pumped once more, swallowing again before pulling back to again to look.

Horsecock was right. He stood out straight now. The barrel dwarfed her hands. She had fantasized about a cock like this, teased her husband about watching a monster like this stretch her wide open. Now, actually facing the reality, she felt a little intimidated at the same time a surge of moisture and blood flow encouraged her puffy lips to tingle in moist anticipation.

She returned her lips to him. This time she opened her mouth, let her lips expand around the spongy tip. She had to stop before she got the entire head in. She held her place, breathing loudly through her nose. He heard a long gasping breath when she pulled back.

“Jesus. That thing is huge.” She looked up at him again. “You’ve got a beautiful monster cock, Mr. Beefy.”

She immediately wrapped her mouth around it again, forcing the entire huge head and perhaps an inch of the shaft in. With a wet gagging noise, she bounced down on him repeatedly, his tip banging against the back of her throat, knocking on a door that it could never open.

She pulled back again. Her eyes were watering and snot ran from her nose, saliva from her gasping mouth. She gathered the slippery mess from her face and spread it down his shaft, both hands sliding over all of him now, her thumb teasing his slit as she stroked and massaged the head with one hand while pumping lower with the other.

She sucked him in again. Her head bounced on him, fucking herself with the big knob until she started to cough, choking on it. She rubbed more slickness onto him before she wiped her nose with the back of one arm. She massaged her jaw, stretched wide as it had just been.

“Drop those shorts and get up here on the bed.”

Val wasted no time. He pulled off his shirt as he kicked off his high tops. His chest and abs were those of an athlete, hard and strong. His shorts joined his shirt on the floor. His enormous cock stood straight out, shiny and slick.

He felt so self conscious climbing naked onto what had to be his coach’s bed with his coach’s hot wife staring directly his cock. She guided him to the center, reclining him so his cock stood straight up, on display. Sitting up over him, she made a show of pulling off her top, cupping her tits, teasing her own nipples as she looked down at her younger conquest.

And it was a conquest. Valentine was the pawn doing as directed. Later, he’d find out how directed it was when the scandal broke. Secretly filming your wife fucking other guys is one thing, but filming her fucking Horse Cock Harrison, your own High School star, is another. Especially as many times as he’d been filmed with her.

It’s amazing the school kept his name and theirs out of the rather sensational media coverage. Money and connections talk. The school and it’s Alumni had both. But he learned all that later.

Val tried to drink in the beautiful tits standing proud and firm above him. He could see the small scars under each, and the shape was beyond merely natural, but they were truly beautiful. Beginning with the enormous erect nipples, like miniature flat top mountains of chocolate brown, begging for his attentions. In his limited experience with girls, almost entirely above the belt, it was their nipples that fascinated him most.

These nipples were the carefully placed cherries on two idealized scoops of ice cream. Perfectly delicious hemispheres without a trace of sag. In photos and in reality, he didn’t get the attraction of the big hanging boobs a lot of guys seemed to like. The ones where the girl had to support them with an arm or hand to take a decent picture.

He liked them firm. Size was secondary: little ones were more likely to not be saggy, so he generally steered toward smaller breasted girls, but these tits, big and standing out like no natural breast of any size could – he’d never seen anything like them.

He watched her press them together again, showing off for him. “Damn, you do like these! Would you like to touch them again?”

She continued, pulling and stretching one nipple out away from her body. “Would you like to taste them?”

Even a recent cadaver could have nodded agreement to that question. Wearing nothing but her little yoga shorts, she straddled his waist. A dark spot of wetness now showed between her legs. When his erection bumped along her ass, the head resting against the small of her back, she tried not to think about just how far up her back that thing reached.

She leaned forward resting her weight on her hands, her tits hanging down for him. He felt the weight of each in his hands before squeezing them together, again fascinated by the crease that formed between them. Eager, he quickly brought his mouth to the nipple she had just stretched.

He sucked it it, working it with his mouth and tongue. Later times he would learn the joys of the gradual approach, but not yet. He sucked and licked and flicked, while rolling and pulling the other chocolate cherry. The older woman, as if the mid-twenties is older, ground down into his ribbed stomach with a purr. Then she eased one hand off the mattress, holding herself in place with the other. She slipped the free fingers deep under her waistband. Hot

“Oh fuck,” she said. Valentine could feel her knuckles against his stomach as the fingers worked her pussy. She continued to roll her hips as she touched herself.

He was content to suck her nipple and fondle her incredible tits until she sat up on him, groaning as she pulled her hand from deep in her tight little shorts, now showing a larger wet spot where her hand had been.

She held her soaked fingers between them. “I think I’m wet enough for your big ass cock now. Taste.”

With the last word, she brought her fingers to his mouth and pushed them in. Not forceful, but not waiting for permission. He tasted. Tangy. Not a strong flavor but a powerful one somehow.

She withdrew her fingers before shimmying out of her bottoms, lifting first one knee then the other as she straddled him. As she maneuvered them off, Valentine got his first glimpse of a real slit, shaved smooth, open with a glint of wetness. Somehow, shown one in person, it made more sense than all the pictures he’d seen.

She rose to a squat, on her feet with knees bent. She hovered inches above his upward-straining cock. He watched her spit in one hand before adding that to the slickness already covering his swollen head, then guide her opening down to him.

The first inch in was easy, but not yet close to the thick part of the head. Val wondered if he was still a virgin. It didn’t matter when she eased down a little more, to where he could feel a real squeeze on the end.

“Fuck.” She muttered. “That’s a damn big cock.”

She raised her hips slightly then dropped down on him, then again. The second drop worked as almost the entire knob was forced up inside her, stretching her wide. She cringed and cried out at the intrusion, before smiling with pride. “Didn’t know if it was going to fit.”

He was in heaven. It was the sensation of her sucking his slit spread over the entire oversize plum of his head. Then she rose up and dropped again. Once more she spit in her hand, coating further down his shaft, having to work her fingers around the barrel as well as up and down to make sure it was all coated.

She smiled down again at him. “Now this is the part where I fuck myself with your horse cock, okay, Horsecock?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her bounces became more determined. Each one forced her open deeper and deeper. The looks Valentine saw on her face seemed more pain than pleasure, but his pleasure only grew in as more and more sensitive cock was squeezed past those tight wet lips. As the the feeling intensified, and each bounce swung those perfect tits together and apart, his balls began to tighten in a familiar way.

She had well over half of him in when she exclaimed, “Holy shit. I have never felt this filled up in my life. She ran fingers over her swollen flesh right where his cock disappeared into her. She groaned loudly, circling in on her clit. Her hips began circles to match, massaging his head inside her squeezing walls. He saw her eyes roll back, showing whites clearly under her dark pupils.

The sensation seemed to travel like electricity between his tender bulb and his tight balls.

Oh god,” he yelled, grabbing her hips, trying to slow the sensation. “I’m going to cum!”

“Yes!” She cried. Her circling hips increased their urgency as her fingers flew over her tenderness. “Let me feel that monster explode. Cum in my poor tight pussy, baby!”

He almost screamed as his balls exploded. Instincts kicked in. His strong hands held her hips and pulled her down on him as his young athlete’s body thrust upward. He came then, buried deep.

No more thrusts, he pinned her down on him after he had forced those extra couple inches in, flooding her insides with thick streams of his seed.

She came as his first spray entered her. His unexpected thrust had sent a wave of sharp hot pain through her, but it only added to the peak she had reached. Without his tight grip, her sudden first spasm might have thrown her off him. Instead she stayed in place, impaled and filled over full, cumming and cumming around the the invading monster that stretched her wide, now pumping her full.

Finally, she collapsed down on to his chest, her tits firm balloons between them, nipples poking into his flesh. She kissed at the side of his neck.

“Promise you will never take a virgin with this thing. It will kill her.”

Val remembered that warning as he walked beside his innocent stepsister. His erection had not eased at all. Candy rubbed her slim shoulder against his as they strolled, her arm still in his.

“How about that second kiss now?” She stopped and faced him to see how he’d answer. Their feet had carried them on a sweeping path back to near the house. Only one last high hedge separate them from the doorway.

“Sure. I love kissing college girls.” He lightly gripped her hips. Ostensibly to bring her close enough for the coming kiss, but really to control how close she got to his very stiff friend.

Her eyes were bright with anticipation. She looked so beautiful to him. “Can I ask you one question first?”

Okay.” He sounded amused.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Okay. No laughter.”

“Our kiss. When our tongues touched. Was that Frenching?”

If she hadn’t looked so sincere, he would have laughed. “Almost. It might have met a technical definition, if there is one, but that is not what people usually mean by a French kiss. That’s a perfect segue into a second kiss, Sis.”

“Mmm. It’s sounds naughty when you call me that. One more question? This one is easier, I promise.”

“Shoot.”

She paused before blurting it out in a rush. “Is that your cock?”

She pointed down between them, right at the distinct outline running up under his belt.

“Um. Yeah, it is. I’m sorry, Candy, I…”

“Can I see it?”

Those four words stunned him. Yes. No! Later?

He saw horror come over her beautiful grey blue eyes and it conjured up images of horrified girls, of disgust and rejection. Candy buried her face in her hands. Her voice was muffled.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just I’ve never seen one in real life, and it was right there. Still is.” She looked up at him through her fingers.

“Candy.” He got that much out, giving him another instant to gather his thoughts. “You caught me off guard. I was hoping you didn’t see it.”

“It’s kinda obvious, Bro.” She was smiling again. Teasing each other was comfortable, familiar ground.

“Okay. So the answer is no.”

She seemed puzzled.

“No. You can’t see it.” He took the opportunity to adjust himself to the side somewhat, freeing it from the confines of his belt. He hadn’t had a chance since they left the bench. She watched intently.

“I’m not some cheap guy who goes and flashes his dong at his innocent, beautiful sister before he’s taught her to properly French kiss. There is a proper order to things, you know.”

Candy grabbed him in a deep hug, pressing her cheek to his chest. Without thought, his arms went around her. She gave herself in to him, pressing against his body. Running diagonally from below her navel to well above her hip, she acutely felt the firm but giving girth of his penis. His cock. Even through his pants and her top, this was the closest she’d ever been to one.

An analytical girl, eager for information, she moved herself against Valentine, side to side. The heavy shape between them slid over her belly. It felt firmer now, as if it was inflating slowly. Which it was, she realized. Tumescing with blood. She still couldn’t picture a thing that size inside of her, but revised her opinion of the reality of certain internet cocks. Maybe they weren’t CGI after all.

Candy nuzzled her cheek against his chest, then tilted her face up. It brought the tip of her nose along the sensitive skin between his throat and jaw. She felt his still fine whiskers, gently rough like fine sandpaper, and smelled his masculine, aroused scents.

He felt a charge go through him as her nose dragged up under his jaw. While Candy had focused on his cock between them as she had rolled the shaft between them, Valentine felt her young sweet breasts against him from the first moment of the hug. bit.ly/HotttT

He didn’t think she was wearing a bra under the yellow sundress, but hadn’t seen any hint of nipples when he had snuck glances where she swelled out the stretchy upper of the dress. When she hugged him, he got his first tactile feel of her: firm compact halves of an apple. The fruit of temptation. His arms pulled her closer…

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GOOD STORY. WISHING PEOPLE WOULD PROOF READ THEIR STORIES BEFORE POSTING THEM. STILL, SO FAR, A VERY GOOD STORY!

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