Have you ever been so drunk, that you do something you know you shouldn't do ? That you've been fighting with yourself not to do ? Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.

The night started out well. I went over to my cousin's home, grabbing a few things to pledge on the way. I wasn't a lumbering drinker, but it seemed any metre I DID drink, it was at Michelle's household. We were nigher than cousin, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a piddling bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure enough that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never distinguish her, but her instinct were right on. He was aphrodisiacal, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in fall apart sleeping room. So every clock time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a stripling. The hot rivet on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my next threshold neighbor.

Over the years, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a duck soup, or basically any exculpation at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't stop consonant until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no common sense of self preservation. right wing in front of Michelle, he would enjoin me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my pap. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The unsound was when he was talking to us both at the same clip, then just stopped talking, looking down at us. He then came out with"You know, if I had you both together, it would be like having twins !"I have to admit, he gave me tingles, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's married man, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed Quaker with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something wrong, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would distinguish me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make intimate innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my fingers. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the site. I would sleep over from prison term to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a fiddling. The first few clip, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would come downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one Nox, I was at Michelle's, and we were all drinking. I got pretty wino, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the average. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunk, and Michelle went up the stairs to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living room, where the futon had been arranged into a bed for me. I passed out pretty quickly. Later that night, I was awakened to a script on my white meat. I opened my eye, and Dan was sitting on the face of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest of drawers. He didn't see me open my eyes, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my psyche, and then I felt his sass around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underclothes, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in denim. I felt his finger's breadth in my short short curlicue, and then his finger's breadth was rubbing my clit.

He put his handwriting down a small farther, and slowly pushed a finger up into my burrow, with his thumb circling my clit. He started moving his fingerbreadth in and out of me, and I knew he could sense me getting wet, because he added a second digit. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the other one with his other mitt. I couldn't help it, my pelvic arch started lifting into his finger's breadth, trying to get them deeper, and my deal moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my center again, this prison term looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his pants, releasing his cock. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inches, and I could feel the beadwork of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pant to the flat coat, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his fingerbreadth again, and I moaned low in my throat. He took my rima oris with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick cock up to my slit, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to rive back out and try again. He was at least four inches around.

Slowly working his hips back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his Ball bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one knife thrust seated himself completely inside me. He started fucking me in earnest now, barely pulling all the way out before pounding himself back in. I was raising and lowering my hips in sentence to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take to a greater extent and more than of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his back and I was riding him like a Equus caballus. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hired hand on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would affect him. He placed his medallion on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my pap. I could palpate myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his nerve up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my pussy grasp his inviolable cock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his chest, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my pelvis, he rammed his hard aching dick into my slick erotic love tunnel over and over again. All I could listen was the slap, slap, smack of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his chunk. He leaned forward, biting my backrest and my neck, as his prick started shooting hot, thick circle of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at least ten reverse lightning of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to enamor my breath, trying to compute out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my full cousin's, no, make that my topper booster's, husband. And though they were separated, I knew how bad this would be if she ever found out. I looked over at him, and instead of"This was a misunderstanding, it can never take place again."leaving my mouth, that Lapp mouth started kissing him. His hand came up and started rubbing my back, as he kissed me just as deeply as I was kissing him. I drew back and looked at him, knowing this couldn't go anywhere, but also knowing that now that it had happened, it was going to celebrate happening. As I opened my sassing to speak, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not mean about anything until tomorrow. Let's just possess tonight."He hugged me plastered, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to call forth again against my leg.

Just then we heard a door open upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his pants back on, then kissed me and walked into the kitchen as she started walking down the stairs.

"Dan ? What are you doing down here ?"

"I just needed a drink of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a proved supporter on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the animation room. I quickly shut my optic, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a instant or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water, and walk back upstairs. That was secretive. I then drifted off back to slumber, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .