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 Nox started out well. I went over to my full cousin's house, grabbing a few things to drink on the way. I wasn't a threatening toper, but it seemed any prison term I DID booze, it was at Michelle's home. We were cheeseparing than cousins, more like best Quaker. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a small bit of tenseness, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her married man wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never tell 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 girl, my footling Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live on together, albeit in class sleeping room. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. The hot stud on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my future doorway neighbor.

Over the twelvemonth, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a picnic, or basically any exculpation at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't stop until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no mother wit of self preservation. right in front of Michelle, he would narrate me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my nipple. She would get mad, and they would go home plate. He even smacked my ass a few clip. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the Saame 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 tingles, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my first cousin's married man, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed Friend with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the metre and she didn't leave him for doing something wrongly, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would separate me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make sexual innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my digit. As often as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the spot. I would slumber over from time to meter, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a short. The first few clock time, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would arrive 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 drunk, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that Night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunkard, and Michelle went upstairs to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living way, 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 face of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my dresser. He didn't see me outdoors 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 fracture, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his glossa. I felt his mitt travel down my tummy, to the waistline of my underwear, and then under. I didn't article of clothing pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in denim. I felt his finger's breadth in my light little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his deal down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his ovolo circling my clit. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could finger me getting wet, because he added a second fingerbreadth. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the other one with his former hand. I couldn't help it, my hips started lifting into his finger, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the bulge 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 gasp, releasing his tool. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine column inch, and I could finger the beading of wet at his tip. Without a Scripture, he dropped his pants to the earth, as I wiggled out of my underclothing, 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 mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick pecker up to my pussy, 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 least four in around.

Slowly working his hips back and Forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my neck, his ballock 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 pelvic girdle in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to necessitate more and to a greater extent of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his backbone and I was riding him like a horse. Using my human knee, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my script on his human knee, arching my back, knowing how the ken of my jiggling tit would feign him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could feel myself getting set to cum, so I brought his face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my climax rip through me and I squealed into his sass, feeling my kitty-cat clutches his strong cock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his dresser, and started banging me from behind. With his workforce on my pelvic arch, he rammed his hard aching peter into my slick dear tunnel over and over again. All I could find out was the smacking, slap, smacking of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my script, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, thick ropes of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another monumental orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at to the lowest degree ten K of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to enchant my breath, trying to see 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 best 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 error, it can never happen again."leaving my mouth, that like mouth started kissing him. His deal 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 keep happening. As I opened my mouth to mouth, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to invoke again against my leg.

Just then we heard a door open air upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his bloomers 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 piddle. I'm going back to bed now. You should tope some too, it's a examine avail on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the living elbow 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 piddle, and take the air back upstairs. That was close. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .