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 house, grabbing a few things to wassail on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's firm. We were closemouthed than cousins, more like respectable acquaintance. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a little bit of tensity, because although she trusted me completely, she was surely that her married man wanted me, and on some tier I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her inherent aptitude were proper on. He was sexy, 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 small Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live on together, albeit in separate bedroom. So every prison term I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those bozo that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. The hot studhorse on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my next door neighbor.

Over the long time, 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 excuse at all, Dan would pledge. And not just one. He didn't closure until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no horse sense of self preservation. Right in front man of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous breast, and that he wanted to finger my tit. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The big was when he was talking to us both at the same time, 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 shudder, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin-german's husband, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed friends 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 tell me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would pretend intimate insinuation's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my digit. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't boost the site. I would catch some Z's over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a trivial. The world-class few times, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would come downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one Night, I was at Michelle's, and we were all imbibing. I got pretty fuddle, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that nighttime. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunkard, and Michelle went on a higher floor 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 hand on my breast. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the slope of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my bureau. He didn't see me unfastened 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 forefront, and then I felt his mouth around my mamilla, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his paw travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be well-off to catch some Z's in jean. I felt his fingers in my curt little curlicue, and then his fingerbreadth was rubbing my clit.

He put his hand down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his thumb circling my clit. He started moving his finger's breadth in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a second finger. He started fucking away at me with his fingerbreadth, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the other one with his former mitt. I couldn't avail it, my hips started lifting into his finger's breadth, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my eyes again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my paw down his pants, releasing his peter. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inch, and I could find the bead of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pant to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck opening, and fucking me with his fingers again, and I moaned low in my pharynx. He took my sass with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick cock up to my puss, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four in around.

Slowly working his pelvic girdle back and Forth River, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his balls bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one drive 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 time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to submit more and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his vertebral column and I was riding him like a sawbuck. Using my genu, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent stopcock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his human knee, arching my back, knowing how the good deal of my jiggling bosom would affect him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipple. I could feel myself getting set to cum, so I brought his font up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my cunt hold his inviolable stopcock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my venter, pulling me up against his chest, and started banging me from behind. With his work force on my hips, he rammed his hard aching dick into my slick sexual love burrow over and over again. All I could pick up was the slap, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his orb. He leaned forward, biting my spine and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, thick rope 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 jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, trying to cypher out what the pit just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin-german's, no, make that my expert admirer'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 mistake, it can never happen again."leaving my mouthpiece, that like mouth started kissing him. His hired 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 digit on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just hold tonight."He hugged me besotted, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir again against my leg.

Just then we heard a threshold 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 H2O. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a proved assist on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the living room. I quickly shut my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a second or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water, and walk back upstairs. That was tight. I then drifted off back to catch some Z's, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .