Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2 - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide pt 2

... 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 ...