Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

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.

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.

"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.

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.