Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... facing my cock hungry cousin, who never even bothered to raise up off her knees. "C'mon cowboy, it's just you and me now. Do you think you can handle me?" She reached out and stroked my stiffy with the confidence that only practice can bring. "You better not cum before I do, champ. Not if you know what's good for you." I knelt down, putting my face an inch away from my cousin's. "What happens if I can't hold out?" I felt confident enough in my stamina to tease this vixen. I was excited, but not overly so, like the first time we were together. "You'll get it, that's what will happen." I lunged forward, so that she went from a kneeling position to a reclining position in a heartbeat. My body was on top of hers; face to face, chest to chest, and crotch to crotch. "I think that I'm already about to get 'it', don't you think?" I heard snickering coming from the direction of my sister. Julia didn't get a chance to give a smart-ass retort because I leaned forward and kissed her forcefully. I really wasn't sure my strategy of knocking her over would work, but by the wetness that my fingers found when they explored her needy slit, I didn't think that it was exactly hurting my chances for success. "You know that your sister is the one who likes the rough stuff, right?" she panted, when she finally managed to break the kiss. I positioned my prick at the entrance to her love nest. I felt heat emanating from her pussy, like it was filled with hot coals. I slid inside her roughly, ...

... completely filling her tight little twat to the breaking point in one smooth stroke. Her wordless cry was so loud that it would have alerted the neighbors, if there had been any. I took it as a sign of encouragement, and began to pump my cousin's love monkey for all I was worth. Her fingernails clawed at my back, but instead of cries to 'stop it asshole,' she merely pivoted her hips a little to let me deeper inside her. I am no slouch in the muscle department, so I am definitely no lightweight. All of my 175 pounds was converted to brute force, as I mercilessly pounded Julia against the living room rug. A string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush poured from her perfect rosebud of a mouth. I really didn't know what clown masturbation had to do with the situation that I found myself in, but I did hear a "fuck yeah" in there, so I took it as encouragement. I looked down at my partner, and marveled at her beauty. Her blue eyes were locked on mine in a way that could only mean one of two things: that she was going to explode in an intense orgasm very soon, or that I was in danger of dying a slow and painful death. With women, it is not unheard of for both of these things to happen almost simultaneously. Sweat ran down her neck to pool between her pert, teenaged breasts. If this girl were a car, she definitely would be a Ferrari, because she was built for speed. Three things happened all at once. Her eyes closed, her nails sank painfully into the skin of my back, and her pussy ...