Valentine's Candy: Open Wide - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

... more limited. They seemed to like him, and to enjoy kissing and touching. Until they became aware of his cock. In the locker room, he got teased. Drinking smuggled beers one night, a teammate had exclaimed, "Seriously, dude. That thing is bigger hanging limp than mine is standing up hard. And Mary Lynn has trouble taking me inside." It was true. The three girls who had felt it through his pants had been horrified and wanted nothing to do with it. The coach's wife had been a set up. He found out later the coach liked to hide himself and watch his sexy wife have sex, and they had been looking for an opportunity for her to take a really big cock. The teammate's teasing was overheard. imgur.com/9Ve38As "Bill said the other lacrosse players have some interesting nicknames for you." The dark haired beauty had commented to him. Val had blushed, thrown off by being invited over to the coach's house to discuss his college scholarship prospects, and finding himself instead alone with the man's wife. Mrs. Malone was hot, liked to dress to show it off, and was looking at him now like he was dessert. She was tall with a very slim figure which led to the locker room conclusion that her sizable tits had to be fake. Perfect, and lusted for by many, but fake. He had accepted the offered bottle of water. She had apologized profusely for the time mix up, lightly resting her hand on his forearm as she did. Coach was a county over watching a competitor's game. She has been working out when he ...

... knocked. 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. Sex bit.ly/HotttT 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 ...