Valentine’s Candy: Open Wide

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…