Valentine's Candy: Open Wide - Sex Stories

Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

... shape of her large breast shaping around the cold bottle under the cotton. She stepped closer. "Mr. Beefy?" His blush deepened. "Horsecock Harrison?" In spite of his discomfort, his cock was responding to the presence and the attention of this sexy woman. He looked at the floor, befuddled. "Oh, I'm sorry honey." He felt her hand on his cheek. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." Val looked up at her, met her dark intense eyes. "I'm not embarrassed. It's just..." "I know." She interrupted him. "It must be hard." They both realized her double meaning. Without thinking her eyes dropped to his crotch. The shape outlined there was unmistakable. She looked at his face again. "Oh my, it is hard." "Not really. Just a little." Her mouth dropped open. "That's just a little hard?" He nodded. She looked back down at the sizable shaft clearly outlined through athletic shorts. "It gets bigger?" He nodded again. She seemed to think, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. Her very sexy lip, he noticed. He stole another glance at where her nipples stretched out the grey knit, noticed the shimmer of sweat beads at the base of her throat and between the upper curve of her tits. Valentine drew in a sharp intake of breath when his coach's beautiful wife reached down and traced one finger along the length of his cock. Still looking down, she whispered. "Can I see it?" This was the first time any female had not been frightened by discovering his size. He felt the tug along his leg as more blood ...

... flooded the growing shaft. He heard Mrs. Malone's gasp as her finger felt it too. He managed to form an answer to her question. "Yes." She pressed her palm and fingers against his length, feeling the thick mass still expanding. She glanced around the kitchen, then took his hand. "Not here, come with me." Val allowed her to pull him upstairs to the bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed. She positioned him right in front of her before she sat on the mattress. His crotch was directly before her eyes. She didn't reach out or touch him. She simply stared at the bulge running down his left leg. She looked up to see him looking directly down at her cleavage. "You like those?" She asked. Without waiting for an answer she pulled the loose sweatshirt over her head. Her thin white jog bra was almost transparent with her sweat. Val stared. Impossibly round globes stretched the thin material outward, capped by those nipples. He could now see a hint of their darker brown against her tan skin. They were far bigger and more prominent poking against the fabric now that the thick grey knit shirt was gone. "It's only fair: you're letting me touch yours, you should be able to touch mine. Go ahead, touch my big titties." She squeezes them together then, smiling up at him. He stared at the wonderful crease that formed above her bra, where both breasts pressed in against each other. She returned her attention to his midsection. Again, she traced the outline with a single finger. The journey was ...