A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 05

... 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 clenched with such force that it broke rhythm. My cock twisted funny, almost like hit something solid, like bone. Whatever blissful feeling that I had accrued towards my own orgasm were brutally wrenched away. Her mouth was locked in a silent scream, and it looked like she had totally stopped breathing. Her torso shook with spasms that tensed up her entire body, from her pretty little feet, to her head and neck. Almost immediately, I returned to pummeling her pussy, even though it felt like my cock was gripped in the fist of a champion Russian weightlifter. The effect was instantaneous. The force of the orgasm that she was having doubled, no tripled! Her face went from flushed to crimson, and her body went from spasms to miniature seizures. Her heels made drumming sounds as they struck the hard surface of the living room floor. I didn't know whether to continue banging her, or try to keep her from swallowing her fucking tongue. Just about when I was about to stop, she started taking small, shallow breaths. This at least told me that I hadn't inadvertently fucked my cousin to death. Try explaining that one to your parents. "Well you see dad, this is what happened..." Somehow I think that I would rather wrestle a couple hungry bears ...

... than to attempt that. Finally, her body went totally limp. It was like someone had unplugged her brain. The only movement that I could detect for over a minute was the shallow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed deeply. After a few minutes, she muttered something in a voice so soft, that it was barely audible. "What did you say, Jules?" I asked. Her eyes opened slightly, like it was a struggle to keep them open. "I said that if you had stopped fucking me while I was cumming, I would have snapped your cock like a matchstick." Her eyes slid closed again, and I slid my unsnapped cock from her still twitching love nest. I watched her relax in her post-orgasmic bliss. She was an incredibly beautiful girl. I couldn't help but compare her to my naked sister, who was seated just feet away on the couch. Both were drop-dead gorgeous, just in different ways. Julia was sleeker, tighter, and more athletically built. She was taller, and had smaller breasts. My sister, while still slim and trim, seemed to have been designed by a god with an eye for curves. She was shorter, with larger breasts than my cousin, and with thighs, hips, and ass to match. She wasn't fat anywhere, by any stretch of the imagination; she just had enough in the right places to be quintessentially feminine. If she was a car, she would have to be a Rolls Royce, hand built by expert craftsman, and designed for beauty. "Are you still alive down there, Jules?" my sister called to the statue-still form of our cousin. ...