Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 2

Free Erotic Stories: Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide – Part 2

The curious girl snuck closer. She still wore the simple sundress and tennis shoes from before. Looking down, she could make out the bulge of the raised channel running along the belly of his shaft and followed it to the sensitive connection with the head.

Candy leaned over him, examining that junction. The lower ridge of his head came together from both sides there with two graceful curves joining, creating a valley that widened as it flowed into the raised channel. She could make out a tiny ridge of soft wrinkled skin where they all came together.

Her eyes traveled over the head. Up close, it was noticeably redder than the shaft. The whole thing looked a mess, like something had dried on it. She wondered if it looked that way after masturbation.

The thought gave her a shiver. Had he masturbated thinking of her? He’d admitted that she had inspired his erection. It had felt so much bigger squeezed between them. Looking down on it now, she could almost see how it might possibly fit inside her…no, still too big, still dwarfing the electric toothbrush.

His balls drew her. Lifted high by the the elastic band under them, they rested like eggs in the loose, wrinkly sack. Not the most aesthetic of things, she still wanted to reach out and cradle them in her hands, feel their weight. Oddly, Candy fought an urge to knee down and sniff, her nose and face right where his cock disappeared under those eggs.

The thought brought her attention to what she did smell. Valentine’s room had a lingering aroma of spicy muskiness on top of his scent.

Amazed at her own boldness, Candy crouched low and leaned over him. She avoided bumping in to his near leg while she brought her face down close to his balls.

She inhaled. It was stronger, muddier than along the side of his neck and jaw, but the smells were related. She inhaled again as she traced the air inches above his shaft to the head. Close up, it did look like thick fluid had dried on the thin, soft looking skin.

Combined with the scents, and the sights, the thought that he had orgasmed – cum! – thinking of her lit a surge of warmth through her. She felt her her cheeks flush and a shiver ran up her spine.

“Can I help you?” The voice was gravelly, unexpected, and very close.

Candy shrieked, caught where she had no business being, and jumped back. Or would have jumped if her heel hadn’t snagged on Val’s larger foot. She stumbled to the floor, landing hard on her bottom.

Valentine’s voice was gravelly with sleep. When Candy yelled and fell back, disappearing from his view, he sprung up.

“Shit! Are you okay?” He was still groggy, but worried about her. As soon as he gained his feet, his pants around his thighs surprised him, and he fell on top of his stepsister.

Twisting, he managed to catch himself with his hands on the carpet, so all his weight didn’t land on the smaller girl. Instead, he ended up arched over her, bare ass in the air like a very poor downward dog. His cock hung down like a salami on display, as though he had contorted himself this way for her ease of viewing.

The complete silence, motionless except for his heavy pendulum swinging slightly before her, lasted no more than a second or two. Then they both burst out laughing, too hard. It helped cover the discomfort.

Neither wanted to be the first one to stop laughing, so Val continued to chuckle as he lifted himself carefully from above her and sat on the edge of the bed. He tucked himself back into his pants as he did.

Candy’s laugh trailed off to a giggle as she watched him, sad to see his private parts disappear but fascinated with how he folded them in and tucked all that stuff away.

Valentine still suffered from the fog of a deep sleep interrupted too soon. She took advantage.

“Is that the way all the boys nap in those prep school dorms? Beat off, then pass out with their wangs exposed to the world?”

“What? No! I didn’t beat off.” The immediate questions from the young girl didn’t help his mental clarity, but the instinct to deny masturbation was immediate.

Candy regained her feet. Pressing her advantage, she looked down at him doubtfully, crossing her arms. “I leave a high school boy alone with a boner, and find him passed out with ejaculate dried on him an hour later. That spells wanker.”

Her whirlwind of accusation, raining down from above kept him off balance, frustrated, not thinking. “I am not a wanker, dammit! Aunt Marguerite…”

“You fucked Aunt Mar?” Behind the shock, Candy was surprised by the instant sickness she felt.

“What? Enough with the questions!” Valentine slammed his hands down on the mattress.

Candy clammed up, feelings of hurt, jealousy, and guilt that she had pushed Val like that, to anger.

He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. The anger was gone. “Do you want to know?”

She nodded shyly. He patted the bed next to him. She sat, a small space between them. His eyes were on hers.

“We have secrets now, don’t we?” He reached a hand up and traced her lip with his thumb.

Candy nodded with more enthusiasm. She liked their new secret.

“I’m going to tell you another secret. I didn’t beat off, though I wanted to after the way you left me.” She blushed. “And I didn’t fuck Aunt Marguetite.”

He let that sink in. “Except her mouth.”

Candy’s confusion was obvious, but she was nothing if not a quicker learner. “If you didn’t…except her…you fucked Aunt Mar’s mouth? Like a blow job? With Aunt Mar?”

Valentine was grinning at her. “I said it was a secret. Mom would probably kill us both.”

“But she’d be fine with you shoving that big thing up against poor virgin me?”

“No.” He was shaking his head. “That’s why that is a secret too. And I didn’t shove it against you.”

“Bro, you seem to have a lot of secrets.”

“I’d like to have more secrets with you.”

Candy’s smile lit up her face. “That deserves a kiss.”

Their lips and tongues continued where they had left on in the garden. She leaned into him. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. The kiss continued as they fell back onto the bed. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, as though to roll her on top of him. She pulled back.

“Wait.” She looked over at the open door, then back down at him. “For future reference, in the maintenance of secrets, closed doors are an asset.”

With that she pulled away from him and closed the door. He heard the lock turn as he pushed himself up toward the headboard until he was stretched out entirely on the bed. She surprised him by climbing directly onto him, sitting up across his thighs, his bulging package displayed within easy reach before her.

“Tell me about Aunt Mar. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” She looked so eager, so innocent, and the young man found himself wanting to share this secret with her, and many more. Anything for them to share.

“Not as beautiful as you, Candace. Not even close.”

She simply looked at him then. He had rarely called her by her given name before. It made it sound so serious, so sincere.

He told her almost everything then. Not every detail of every encounter, but enough. How Marguerite had seduced him the first time in the pool. How she taught him to fuck her mouth and her throat and pound her curvy little body.

He told her about Mrs. Malone too. Who got off on not being able to take him all in as much as Marguerite got off on having him as deep as he could go, fucking her hard.

“Can I watch?” Candy had listened in silence at his confessions.

“Huh?”

“Can I watch you fucking Aunt Mar? She’s going to want to while you’re in town, you know it. She wouldn’t miss a chance to get this big fucking dick of yours. Again.”

She struggled to sit still while he revealed his sexual antics as the rising tension inside encouraged her to touch herself, to push herself against something. The tension that had been simmering since their walk, now bubbling faster.

The conflict was plain on his face. What she was asking was all kinds of wrong. And very tempting. The thought of pulling one over on the woman who was always in control sexually appealed to him, as did the image of innocent Candy watching intently as he fucked her.

Candy let him off the hook by leaning forward to lower herself onto him until her lips met his.

“It’s okay.” She kissed him again. Both of them aware of the missile trapped between them. Her weight pressed it into her belly more than just leaning into him had on their walk. “You don’t have to let me watch.”

She rubbed her lithe young body down onto his as she kissed him again. “I was messing up the plan. My next lesson is supposed to be ‘Further Uses of the Tongue.’ Right, teacher?”

She lifted herself upright on him without warning. The yellow skirt was bunched over her legs. Her look was one of mock bewilderment. She even put a finger to her chin in consideration. She completely ignored acknowledging how much of her weight rested on his thick log now trapped under her damp cotton panties.

“Sir, one thing still confuses me: is this lesson your tongue on me?” She traced both hands down opposite sides of her slim body, from outside her small firm breasts down over her waist, to end flaring out on her hips. Ever so slightly, those small hips rocked back and forth on that very big log.

“Or do we begin with my tongue on you?” Both hands lowered. Her fingers stroked down his chest leisurely, delayed on the the moguls of his washboard stomach, obvious through his thin shirt, and stopped on the large knob that appeared from between her legs.

She shuddered involuntarily when her thumbs bumped her own swelling sensitive little knob. Since she had discovered the release of the shower head, Candy had found several ways of duplicating the pulsing jets’ effect. Many of them centered around this hidden nub, both to torture herself toward the point of unbearability, and to let loose the tension once the spring was wound tight.

Recently she had uncovered a way to bypass the clit, and get a similar but somehow deeper release. Curious about the actual ‘insert penis in the vagina’ process, Candy searched her belongings for a suitable surrogate. Something vaguely cylindrical, and not too big.