Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide

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?”