The Rivalry - Sex Stories

The Rivalry

... stretched out on me in her sports bra and shorts. Her shorts had ridden up high on her thigh and the fact her nipples were poking at her sports bra was proof that she was aroused. Eventually she wrestled away, and we continued on with arms and legs intertwined, bodies in close contact, laughing the whole time. The rolling around on the big bed had moved from a wrestling battle to something more like simulated, partially clothed sex. Over the course of the next 20 minutes we worked ourselves into positions ranging from missionary to reverse cowgirl to headlock-doggy-style. We kept up just enough pretend wrestling to justify continuing, though both knew what was going on and both knew the other did. After a particularly fevered exchange, I ended up straddling Kris's chest, my knees pinning her arms down so that she was helpless. I had her now, I was the dominant one. The best part for me was that in this position, my cock was now just inches from my s****r's face, and I could feel her eyes upon me. She was quite obviously tracing the bulge in my boxers with her eyes, and it was incredibly arousing. She looked at my boxers with hunger, then up into my eyes, and she opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue take a long, slow, exaggerated tour of her upper lip. The effect was overwhelming; I quit breathing, had a heart attack and nearly went blind in the same moment. Just as planned. With one quick move, Kris pushed down into the bed, brought her legs up from behind me, and ...

... put a scissor pin around my head with her legs, jerking me over backwards. She had nailed me again. "You men are such suckers for a pretty mouth," she said giggling. I did everything to break her hold, but the only thing I could do is flip over. My head was now between her thighs which put me eye level to her crotch. As she squeezed her knees together tighter, I realized my only option was to move my head closer to her crotch. We found ourselves in a comfortable 69 position and accepted that my fate would not be bad at all. His face was now buried in Kris's crotch, her legs squeezing my ears shut. On the other end, my crotch was poised just inches above Kris's face. Using all my strength, I managed to flip them over so that I was on the bottom and she was on top. His face felt so good buried in the crotch of her shorts that I momentarily forgot it was my s****r, and I reached my hands around to her ass and I rubbed my face hard into her. I couldn't stop myself, but I held my breath waiting for Kris's reaction. Kris froze in position, overwhelmed by the warm wet feeling in her pussy and the competing urge to stop things now. She looked down at the massive erection straining the limits of the boxers. Her face was just inches away. She moved down closer and could feel the heat rise. She closed her eyes and closed the gap, allowing her cheek to lightly touch down on the boxers. The contact caused my cock to leap harder into her face. Slowly, softly, she began to rub her face back ...