Have you ever been so wassail, 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 full cousin's home, grabbing a few things to drink on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID tope, it was at Michelle's house. We were nearer than cousins, more like in effect friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a little bit of latent hostility, because although she trusted me completely, she was for certain that her married man wanted me, and on some stage I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her inherent aptitude were mighty on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her hubby, I would give already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my footling Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in secernate bedrooms. So every fourth dimension I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. The hot scantling 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 yr, 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 booze. And not just one. He didn't stoppage until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sensory faculty of self preservation. Right in front of Michelle, he would assure me that I had gorgeous knocker, and that he wanted to feel my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the same fourth dimension, 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 chill, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's hubby, 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 make sexual innuendo's, one fourth dimension even sucking a blueberry from my finger. As very much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't boost the state of affairs. I would sleep over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a petty. The showtime few multiplication, 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 drinking. I got pretty wassail, and Michelle took my key fruit, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the average. We proceeded to get rip roaring inebriate, and Michelle went upstair to her way 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 handwriting on my white meat. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me afford my heart, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my break, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my capitulum, and then I felt his oral cavity around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his clapper. I felt his hand travel down my corporation, to the waistline of my underwear, and then under. I didn't vesture pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in jeans. I felt his fingers in my short little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his hand down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his quarter round circling my clit. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could sense me getting wet, because he added a back finger. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my white meat, rubbing the other one with his former helping hand. I couldn't avail it, my hips started lifting into his finger, trying to get them cryptical, and my hand moved to the protuberance in his knickers. I opened my eyes again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my work force down his pants, releasing his pecker. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inch, and I could feel the pearl of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pant to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underclothes, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my cervix, and fucking me with his fingers again, and I moaned low in my throat. He took my mouth 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 inches around.

Slowly working his hip back and Forth River, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my uterine cervix, his balls bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one 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 time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to claim 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 gymnastic horse. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent putz as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his genu, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would feign him. He placed his laurel wreath on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my teat. I could palpate myself getting set up to cum, so I brought his face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his oral cavity, feeling my pussy grasp his strong rooster. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my belly, pulling me up against his chest, and started banging me from behind. With his manus on my pelvic girdle, he rammed his hard aching shaft into my foxy love tunnel over and over again. All I could listen was the smacking, smacking, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his nut. He leaned forward, biting my spinal column and my neck, as his stopcock started shooting hot, thick ropes of cum straight up into my neck, 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 to the lowest degree ten transactions, as I lay there trying to charm my breath, trying to fancy out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin's, no, make that my upright friend'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 bechance again."leaving my sass, that same mouthpiece started kissing him. His helping 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 go along happening. As I opened my mouth to utter, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just give tonight."He hugged me nasty, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir 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 proven help 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 minute or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water, and walk back on a higher floor. That was near. I then drifted off back to slumber, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .