Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... excitement, and the conversation about 'us' had made her more excited. I felt her vaginal walls quiver as I slid my finger in and out of her snatch, very slowly. She kissed me faster than before. It was not ferocious, like our kisses used to be. Instead of getting the impression that she wanted to devour me whole, I felt instead that she wanted to merge with me. This new dimension was different, and much more attractive to me. It was both a physical and mental attraction, versus purely physical lust. I knew the difference with my sister, but this was the first time that I was aware of it with Julia. I felt her grab my wrist, and pull my slippery middle finger out. She grabbed the base of my cock, and began to guide me slowly into her tight, wet pussy. She leaned back, sitting erect, and took as much of me into her as she could. She closed her eyes in contentment, as she balanced herself on my pole. "Damn, Jack." "What?" "I've never had a guy as big as you before." A blush crept across her face and chest with this admission. "I don't think it's anything special, Jules." She giggled softly, and pushed down, trying to squeeze just a bit more inside of her tight little box. "That's because you only see guys with erections in porn. They are chosen specifically because they have elephant cocks. You can't compare yourself to them. I would say that if you actually compared your dick with one hundred random cocks from guys on the street, you would probably be bigger than ninety, or ...

... ninety five of them." "You are actually serious?" "Yeah, Jack." She smiled, and began to ride me slowly, taking me almost out, then back inside as far as I would fit. She would grunt when I would bottom out inside her. I think she was trying to get it all to fit. Whatever she was attempting, it felt really good. The pressure on the end of my cock seemed to ease a little after a minute, and disappear almost completely after two. "Finally," Julia sighed. "Finally what, Jules?" "I finally got you all the way inside me, without you being rough, and rearranging my insides." She beamed with a look of accomplishment. She changed her stroke, so that instead of moving her hips up and down, she began to thrust her hips forward, and then rock back. It had a very different feel to it. It felt good, without feeling so good that it put me in imminent danger of cumming. She moaned softly, and put her arms up, and placed her hands behind her neck. She looked radiant in the morning sunlight that streamed into the room. Her honey colored hair was still damp, so it glistened as much as her sweat sheened body. Her jiggled breasts jiggled only slightly as she sped up the rhythm of her rocking. "Oh god, yes," she panted, as she grew closer to another orgasm. I wondered if I should try to push up inside her, when she put her hands down on my stomach, and placed most of her weight on me; effectively holding me into place. This orgasm would be her doing, and if I correctly read the look of blissful ...