Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

Then she dragged the round fruits across his chest, slowly back and forth. So firm, each small mound pressing against him as he sensed for any hint of nipple. It dawned on him that her focus was entirely on his growing erection when he felt it surge at what her breasts were doing to him.

He felt it grow, trapped between them but fortunately no longer under his belt. Candy wasn't scared. She continued to roll her hip and belly against him. Innocent girl, she didn't know enough to be frightened.

Her cheek pressed into him, her nose traveled northward, his cock surged again. Her delicate nose left off nuzzling his jawline as she pulled her face back enough see him.

"Is it growing because of me?"

Valentine looked down at her parted lips, felt her body pressed along his, how her curves felt in his arms. He nodded with a small smile.

"You called me beautiful." She sounded unsure. "Did you really mean that?"

Girls! Faced with a monster cock that sent more experienced girls running away for their lives, she latched on to one adjective.

He nodded again. Her face still showed her doubts. "Yes. I have thought you were beautiful since the moment we met."

Valentine shocked himself at the admission, but the resulting look of delight was worth it.

"Oh! That is so sweet. Thank you!" She buried her face against his neck for an instant, hugging him tight before looking back up at him.

"Please. Please kiss me."

He did. One arm cinched around her waist, the other moved up until his hand was in her silky hair against the back of her neck.

They kissed for a long time. Soft deep slow.

Finally she asked. "Was that Frenching?"

"What that was was wonderful. My god, you are the most incredible kisser, sister."

"And though you don't know it, bro, you are a poet. And the best kisser I have ever experienced."

"Is this really your first kiss? You're too good." She beamed at the compliment.

"No. You're right, this isn't my first." She hung her head in mock shame. "I wanted to keep it a secret because it was just some high school jock, and not even a jock in real sport like football or baseball."

"No wonder you lied about it. Not even a nerd wants to admit that. Could it get any worse?"

"It could. He popped a boner. From one little nerd kiss."

With that Candy leaned in and kissed him again. Now that she knew what French kissing was, she liked it. She slid her tongue past his lips, seeking out his. It was not frantic or wild, but sensual slow and intimate. They tasted licked tugged and nibbled at each other. All with her body molded closely against his.

She explored: the underside of his tongue had a slight flavor the upper didn't. His teeth. The way his lips felt so strong and insistent one instant, so soft and gentle the next. Distantly, she was aware of the spring winding in her belly, deep below the surface where she pressed against his erection.

It must be completely hard now, she thought. It hardly compressed at all now between them, and felt like it was a big as her own forearm. She had made him aroused like that! The thought made her feel like a woman, an attractive woman, and the spring wound tighter. Her body leaned in against him even more.

Valentine almost felt dizzy. This gorgeous girl, so familiar and so off-limits, molded to his body from her sweet firm little titties pressed into his chest to the active movements of her lower body blatantly checking out the cock stuck between them. This was new to him.

Either girls around his age would discover the log in his pocket and flee, or more mature women treated him like a toy, an all day sucker combined with a turbo pogo stick. Candy was more innocent than any of the girls who had fled in horror, but made no effort to hide her interest and curiosity.

She was definitely not ready for a pogo ride, but still made him feel more deeply desired in ways the hungry women eager for a ride did not. Not that he minded being used sexually at this point in his young life.

If Mrs. Malone and her amazing fake tits had been here, and not under a court order to stay away from him, he'd happily pound into her. Or 'Aunt' Marguerite, Mom's best friend. The first time, she had seduced him in the pool a stone's throw from where he stood now. As he recalled her curvy brown body in that obscenely skimpy white bikini, nipples poking through the thin wet fabric, climbing onto him with her big dark eyes locked on his, he groaned and pulled Candy closer against him.

When their lips and tongues separated again, they stayed holding each other close, breathing hard. Valentine struggled between the desire to maul her body, to cup the firm mounds her could feel pressed against him, to grab her young ass in his hands and grind his cock between her legs, and the conditioning that any wrong move, any wrong touch, and she'd be running like a spooked rabbit.

Warm melting feelings combined with the near torture level tension Candy felt. She reached a hand up to lightly hold Valentine's cheek as she looked at him. Soundlessly, she mouthed the words: "Thank you."

He answered with another nuzzle of his nose along hers. It made the warmth she felt turn tingly. Her brows came together. "Can you...teach me more?"

She leaned against him, her cheek to his strong chest, as her request suddenly embarrassed her. It muffled her voice when she continued. "You're a really good teacher."

He held her close, stroked her hair. If he hadn't been entirely hard already, her words would have done it. There was nothing he wanted more right now than to continue Candy's education, and her calling him a teacher had brought up an image of her as the student, plaid skirt, knee socks and all.

"I guess I could." She knew him well enough to catch the tease. "But not now. Mom's probably wondering where we got lost. She said something about going to an early party."

Candy pulled back from him as they both allowed their young bodies to calm at least a little bit. "Yeah, some charity thing. I feel like if we walked in together right now, she'd know. See it in my eyes or something. I don't want to let go of you, but I think you better go find her. I'll go in the door by my room."

He held her at arm's length. "Amazing. Both beautiful and wise."

She beamed, then pulled away from his hands. She gave a curtsey, actually holding out the skirt of her sundress like a formal gown. "Thank you, sir. I look forward to our next lesson. You did mention there were other uses for the tongue."

With that, she turned and actually skipped away down the path. He watched her lovely blond hair swing with each bouncing stride. He reached inside his pants and finally eased his aching cock to a better position. The tension he felt might be easing, if his new 'student' hadn't mentioned other uses of the tongue. He pulled out the hem of his shirt to cover his predicament as well as possible.

He heard the tinkle of female laughter as he entered the house followed by "Valentine!"

He heard the click of high heels moving rapidly on the cherrywood floor, turned in time to glimpse a cascade of thick wavy brown hair above a shiny gold dress before 'Aunt' Marguerite wrapped him in a tight hug.

"My goodness, Mel, when did your son become a man?"

Marguerite's huge mass of shiny dark hair always had a particular almost musky scent. Valentine had beat off more than once just recalling that animal perfume hanging over him as the flirtatious Latina rode his cock.

The scent wafted to him now as she leaned into him, purring a quiet recognition of what she'd found trapped between them.

More clicks on the floor and he saw his mother, also in shimmering gold. Marguerite stepped back, then slipped an arm around the taller blond's waist. His mom, Melanie, leaned against her friend as they both laughed.

"We make a great pair of bookends, don't we, honey?" Melanie asked. One blond and slim, the other several inches shorter and considerably curvier, both wearing the exact same gold sequin dress, sleeveless and showing a lot of leg.

"Or someone's secret fantasy." That was Marguerite. "When we make an entrance together like this, no man would safe. Right, Valentine?"

"Marguerite! That's my son. And we are not wearing the same dress. Val, could you entertain your aunt while I change into something different? It shouldn't take too long, maybe fifteen minutes. Please?"

The brunette swept over to him and took his arm. "Of course he wouldn't mind. I haven't seen him since Summer."

"Sure, Mom. I'll take care of her. Then I think I'll take a nap. I was up almost all night to get here."

"Thanks, sweetie. Enjoy your nap. This party shouldn't be more than a couple hours." Melanie stepped closer and kissed his cheek. In the heels she was getting close to his height. He caught a whiff of her perfume then, very different from his aunt's.

Arm in arm they watched his mother's long toned legs and swaying hips as she walked away, the tight dress and heels accentuating every motion. She turned at the doorway.

"Well?"

Val paused, unsure. Marguerite whispered under her breath. "You look great."

"Uh, Mom? You look hot."

"Thank you." She left with an extra sway of her ass, sequins shimmering.

He felt Marguerite's breast against his arm as she pulled him closer. "Come on, sugar. If you're going to take a nap, let Aunt Marguerite tuck you in."

She knew where his bedroom was and quickly led him there. One small hand went to his cock, the other up behind his head. She kissed him, quick, hungry, intense. Then both hands were at his belt.

She dropped to her knees as she lowered his fly. She fished him out with both hands around the shaft. She jacked the loose skin up and down.

"So hard!" She whispered. "So hard for his aunt already. What an eager boy."

She stretched her lips around his entire head, then sucked. Val groaned loudly. Marguerite's full lips and mouth felt hot on him. She pushed down further. She was his only experience in his young life with feeling the amazing sensation of a throat taking in and swallowing his cock. He knew she couldn't deep throat him while kneeling like this, but just the thought caused his balls to tighten.

He saw Candy, smiling up at him between their kisses, felt her rubbing against him. He pushed further into the wet mouth, heard a choking sound. She slurped loudly around his sensitive bulb before withdrawing.

"Okay. If you want to go deep, I'll change positions. But we have to be quick."

Val turned to face his bed as he watched her clamber onto it. She reclined, facing him and opened her mouth, tongue out and waiting. The gold dress had slid up around her hips, exposing the twin brown domes of her cheeks, separated only by the thin black line of a thong. He knew what she wanted.

Valentine lined up his fat cock head with her lips and pushed. She took him in. Pulling back, he buried both hands in her full thick hair before pushing in again, finding the entrance to her throat. He felt the vibration of her moan.

He held her head in place, his cock filling her mouth as she sucked in air through her nose. He loved what came next. Reaching behind her own back, Marguerite arched exquisitely, grasping her one stiletto heel in her small fingers. She repeated the process with the other, holding herself bent backwards. Her twin cheeks were revealed even more for him, but more importantly, it changed the angle of her head and throat.

Her drank in the sexy Latina so eager and on display for him, tightened the grip in her full hair to hold her in place and pushed. She body resisted in the invasion, but her continued the steady pressure. He heard her breaths quicken, felt her slightly change the angle of her head in his hands. The probing head found the spot it had been looking for. He thrust with his hips.

Somehow, as it had previously with Marguerite, when she positioned herself like this her throat began to open. The large bulb opened her wide, sliding in. He felt the tightness of her throat constricting the tender raised ridge while more of his thick shaft slipped past her full soft lips, now strained wide. Her rapid inhales and exhales through her nose sounded close to panic.

"Oh fuck!" His 'aunt' had started a swallowing motion around his head. Nothing else felt quite like it. He felt his balls suck in tight against him in response. He pushed in all the way, the final inches forcing her open in one slow relentless drive.

No one had ever come close to what she did to him this way. It had been a long time since anyone filled her like he did.

Valentine had been ready for release since midway through the second kiss with Candy. He wasn't going to last long, so he did what the older woman had taught him.

He held her head with both hands, her long thick locks twisted through his fingers, and fucked her slutty mouth with his big fat cock. Her words. Out, but not entirely free of her throat. Back in until his balls hit her chin. And again.

Val looked down on the sexy woman he was ravaging, her cocktail dress shoved up over her round ass. The same dress his mom rocked, shaking her ass at them.

Close to cumming hard, he pushed thoughts of his mother out of his mind. He thought of Candy, pushing against him. Asking for a kiss.

"Please. Please, fuck me." The young blond begged in his head.

It was all he could do to keep himself from crying out. He shoved hard enough to get a rare gagging sound, held his length buried deep in her throat, then unloaded. As she'd taught him, he held her head on him as he did. After the second blast directly in her gullet, he eased back out to leave the rest of it on her tongue.

Marguerite pulled down her dress with one hand and slid off the bed as she finished slurping the remaining cum off his head. She gave it one last lick before standing and smoothing her dress, running her fingers through her thick hair.

She grinned up at him. "You came quick. That's not like you. I kinda like that once in a while."

She made her sad face. "I better run. No good having your mom coming to look for us."

As soon as Aunt Marguerite turned the corner, Valentine sank to a seat on the bed, then dropped back. He stared at the ceiling, arms spread wide, feet and legs still draped over the edge.

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Melanie had figured on changing her whole outfit since she had to change her dress. Then she remembered a stretchy halter top dress, with a shimmer that varied between aqua blue and a silvery white. The shimmer would go with Marguerite's dress, the color would go better with her light blue eyes, and the halter top would show off her toned shoulders and back.

The best part was the black strappy shoes she was wearing had little silver accents that had bothered her with the gold dress. The aqua silver one was perfect. She threw the gold sequins over her head and onto a chair, pulled on the halter dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. She rarely did and the dress would have shown it.

She checked her hair in the mirror and removed her necklace. In the dress, she'd let her smooth throat and neck speak for themselves, framed by the flattering halter top.

Val and Marguerite weren't in the atrium where she'd left them. Melanie remembered her son mentioning a nap. Her heels went silent once she hit the carpeted hallway to the east bedroom wing of the sprawling home.

She heard sounds just before she reached his open door. The next step revealed much. It started with Marguerite's tiny fingers clenched to her own shiny stilettos above Val's bed, followed by smooth legs and her prominent bare ass, a tangle of gold dress, hands holding her friends's hair and head as her mouth was fucked hard by a man with an enormous cock that looked just like her son.

Her next step reversed her course, hopeful that she hadn't been seen. She didn't stop walking until she reached the atrium, taking a seat on a bench there.

Valentine was the man throating Marguerite. She kept seeing his bare ass, a man's ass, clenching with each thrust of that huge shlong. She could still see the massive shiny wet shaft appearing out of her friend's wide open mouth, dragging her stretched lips with it. An instant before that appeared, she had seen the outline of an oversized cockhead clearly defined as it moved inside the distended throat.

It wasn't the first time she had seen Marguerite in that position. Everyone has a passion and big cocks was Marguerite's. They had shared more than one in their wilder days.

Though that cock she had just seen was... fucking huge. And her son's. She remembered telling him to be a boy with Candace. Boys weren't supposed to be hung like that.

She heard the quick businesslike clatter of Marguerite's heels and pushed herself up off the couch.

"Look at you, girl. Now you look better than I do, dammit. How'd you change so quick?"

"Same shoes, same jewelry. A quick dress switch and I am ready to go. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready. Let's party." Marguerite headed toward the door.

"Are you sure?" Melanie asked.

The dark haired woman turned to her taller blond friend. "Why?"

Melanie was struggling not to smile. "You just don't look quite ready. And like you might have already started to party."

When she saw Marguerite's cluelessness, she stepped forward and removed something from along the shorter woman's lip. She displayed a creamy white drop of cum on one finger as realization dawned in the large dark eyes.

Realization was followed by surprise when Marguerite watched the finger disappear into Melanie's mouth. She tried to think of something to say as the blond took her arm and led her to the door. 'You know, you just swallowed your son's cum.' just didn't seem right.

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"Valentine?" There was no response to the whisper. Candy could see him clearly on the bed through the open door. He had said he'd been tired after the long drive, but this was no ordinary napping position.

Val had sat on the edge of the bed after Aunt Marguerite had drained him, then fallen back with his arms wide. His head spun. He again saw an image of his mom, firm ass swaying. It was at least a couple sizes smaller than Marguerite's ample roundness, but she had worked the skirt. The two ladies in gold together, contrasting skin, hair, and shape, suggesting they made someone's fantasy.

And he had called her hot! He had no idea where that came from, but now that he said it the door was open. She was hot. Mom kind of looked like Candy, and Candy was flat out gorgeous. Once again thoughts of his innocent stepsister distracted him from his mother.

He thought he'd just rest for a minute here, relax after cumming so hard. After a long wild day. Then he'd climb under the blanket for a well-deserved nap.

Closer to an hour later Candy whispered his name, and he still had not moved. His arms still spread akimbo, his jaw hung slack and open. With his feet on the floor and most of each leg off the bed, the position put his crotch at a place of prominence.

Even unaroused, he was impressive. Marguerite had opened his pants and shoved them down enough to get his meat in her mouth. The elastic band of his underwear ran under his large balls, lifting them up. Above them, his shaft laid against his lean, muscled stomach.

It looked like it had flopped back mirroring Val, and then settled a little bit toward the left, toward the door where Candy now stood studying him, after the last of his erection had fled along with his consciousness.

Candy took advantage of her first sighting of a real live penis. She stayed safe by the door and observed the thing she had been trying to picture since she'd felt it pressing against her and seen the long, wide outline in his pants.

It was long, and thick, but not as massive as she'd imagined. Candy did not realize how much it had shrunk as it became fully flaccid. He was circumcised. The head seemed a shade darker than the rest, and swelled noticeably wider than the shaft.