Valentine's Candy: Open Wide - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

... into her exposed flesh. First, her lips were opened to them by her split fingers dragging them up and apart. She gasped as the tension seemed to expand inside her. Too much! Then her palm finally ceased its upward massage, pulling the protective hood off of her clit and exposing the vulnerable button entirely. Her V-ed fingers framed it as the pulsing jets struck home. She half-leaned half-fell against the stone slab wall of the shower before her back arched all but her shoulders and head back away from it. The tension was truly torture now. She cried out, unable to bare the sensation. Where before it had felt a little like a huge watch spring in her belly being wound tighter and tighter, now her entire body was the spring. Her body rigid, locked in an arch from feet to head, she somehow still held her agonized clit exposed, fingers still pulling herself open, as the powerful beads of water massaged her, pounded her, tortured her. A colloquial expression she knew but had never before spoken escaped her lips without conscious intent. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." Like a magic incantation requiring the final invocation, the magic words ended her torture and in the most wonderful way. She exploded. Erupted. Orgasm had always seemed an odd word, and did not describe the experience at all. Climax was closer. She was blinded by light, unaware if she screamed or cried. The torture ended by become in so intense it released as irresistible wave after wave of pure pleasure surging through ...

... her every cell. She eventually slipped, limp and exhausted, down the slick stone wall to sit on the edge of the tub, chest heaving, heart pounding in her ears. She giggled to herself before voicing her thought out loud. "I think I like cumming." Those short, Anglo-Saxon sounding word just seemed right for how she felt. Fuck! She had just cum with the shower head pointed right on her tender clit and cunt. The words made her smile now, still light headed from the intensity of her experience. Her handsome stud of a stepbrother's kiss had started to wind the spring tight. While Valentine hoped the continued stroll through formal hedges and topiary would relax his straining cock, his thoughts also whirled in the aftermath of his stepsister's first real kiss, and not in ways that distracted his arousal. She was so gorgeous, so sweet, and so innocent. He could still taste a hint of some kind of mint from her tongue and breath. Still smell a hint of her conditioner wafting to him as he had stroked her silky blond hair. He almost grimaced as his cock twitched painfully. When it had expanded as they kissed, it had unfortunately forced its way up under his belt where it was now trapped. The images in Valentine's head were much clearer than Candy's. Thanks mainly to two older women, the twenty-something wife of a lacrosse coach and the rather forward friend of his mother's in her thirties, he had more sexual experience than most of his peers. His experiences with girls his own age were ...