Where it happened: Cousin's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My cousin, Julie, and I used to live in the same town when we were kids, just a few blocks from each other. We chummed around a lot, especially when we got to be teenagers, and on a few occaasions, when we went to the movies togetherr, she’d let me massage her boobs and she would massage my boner, making me cum in my pants. but it never went any further than that. This was when we were both in high school, and we just sort of teased each other in this way and had a little fun. We french-kissed a few times, too, and I really wanted to fuck her but we always restrained ourselves and never wwent that far.
After I graduated from high school, I went off to college in another town and didn’t see her for about 4 years. One day, in the mail, I received a wedding invitation telling me that Julie was getting married. It didn’t surprise me. She was a good looking gal, and very nicely packaged. The wedding was to be on a Saturday afternoon, so I came home on Friday morning. I was not going with anyone steady, so I had no date to take to the wedding. I arranged to stay with my folks for the weekend. After I stowed my suitcase in my old room, I decided to walk over to Julie’s house to see what was going on, to wish her well, and to drop off a wedding present I had bought.
When I got to her house, I knocked on the back door, and pretty soon Julie herself answered the door. She was glad to see me, and just like old times, she threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek — in a nice, friendly cousin-ly fashion. She told me everyone one else was gone at the moment, running around doing last minute things and asked me if I couldn’t stay and have some lemonade with her. I told her sure, and we sat at the kitchen table for quite awhile, reminiscing about “the old days.” At one point in the conversation, I teasingly said that I always thought she was going to “save herself” for me. She teased back and said she did for awhile, but after awhile a girl gets lonely. The banter went on for a little while. We just drank our lemonade and had a few cookies and kept talking. I asked her about the guy she was marrying and found out a little about him. It was probably a little out of line, but we knew each other real well, and so I asked her if she had ever let this guy she was marrying fuck her. She said, “Of course not, you know I wouldn’t do anything like that.” I reminded her that we had gotten pretty close to doing it a few times ourselves when we were going to school, and she said, “Yes, but we never did it.” Our talk got a little more bold as we went on, and I told her that there were times when I had really wanted to fuck her, but she had stopped me and I had never had the pleasure. After about a half hour or more of this, I said I’d better be shoving off and going over to my parents’ home. She walked me to the door, and just as I was about to leave, I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned over, grabbed her in my arms, and kissed her very hard and passionately on the mouth. To my surprise she put her tongue in my mouth and began frenching me. I pressed her up against the door and began pulling her by her buttocks into my body and she didn’t resist at all. Soon we were dry humping each other.
After 5 or 10 minutes of this, she whispered in my ear to follow her. I did, and she led me up to her bedroom on the second floor. There I saw her wedding dress, hanging on a hanger on the closet door.She started to take off her blouse and skirt and before too long, she had her bra and panties off, too, and was standing in front of me, trying to undo my belt buckle, and unzip my pants. That done she took off my shirt and jockey shorts, and we were both as naked as the day we were born. The first time we’d actually seen each other in the buff. I had a raging hard-on. She looked lovely, and she told me what a terrific body I had too.”Just this once, I want you in me,” she said
The next thing we knew, we were on her bed and were making love, something I’d always wanted to do with Julie years ago, but never had the nerve to do. She guided my erect pole into her bush. It slid in perfectly and we were soon making mad love to each other. I came several times within her and she begged me to fill her with more.We kept it up for another 20 or 30 mintues and I willingly did so, until we finally were exhausted.
We then both got dressed, and I left.
The next day, as she was walking down the aisle to meet her husband at the front of the church, I had an aisle seat, and she gave me a big smile and a wink, and the only thought I had at that time was that I had finally fucked Julie — and that I had fucked her before her husband ever had a chance to do so.
I hope they live happily ever after, but Ido plan on getting home to my hometown again sometime in the future just to see if Julie is getting enough.
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