Valentine's Candy: Open Wide - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

... 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 ...