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 household, grabbing a few thing to drink on the way. I wasn't a overweight drinker, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's house. We were closer than cousins, more like practiced friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her married man. There was only a footling bit of latent hostility, because although she trusted me completely, she was certain that her husband wanted me, and on some grade I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instincts were right 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 girl, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy cable that everyone wanted to be with as a adolescent. 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 next room access neighbor.

Over the years, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a picnic, or basically any excuse at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't full point until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self conservation. Right in forepart of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous bosom, and that he wanted to feel my teat. She would get mad, and they would go house. He even smacked my ass a few multiplication. The worst 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 tingling, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's husband, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed friend with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something incorrect, 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 pee sexual innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry bush from my fingers. As often as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the situation. I would sleep over from time to clip, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The first 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 drinking. I got pretty toast, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that Night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring wino, and Michelle went upstairs to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living elbow 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 chest. I opened my heart, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me spread out 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 demerit, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head word, and then I felt his mouth around my tit, sucking deeply and flicking his natural language. I felt his handwriting 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 comfortable to kip in jeans. I felt his fingerbreadth in my little little curl, and then his finger's breadth was rubbing my clit.

He put his deal down a piffling further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his thumb circling my clit. He started moving his fingerbreadth in and out of me, and I knew he could palpate me getting wet, because he added a bit finger. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the early one with his other hand. I couldn't assistant it, my hips started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeply, and my deal moved to the swelling in his pants. I opened my eyes again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my helping hand down his pants, releasing his hammer. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inches, and I could experience the bead of moisture at his tip. Without a Scripture, he dropped his pants to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underclothes, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his finger's breadth again, and I moaned low in my pharynx. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick rooster up to my kitty-cat, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to overstretch back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four inch around.

Slowly working his hips 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 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 rose hip in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take more and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his backbone 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 hands on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the spate of my jiggling chest would affect him. He placed his medal on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his facial expression up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his sass, feeling my pussy clench his unattackable cock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his bureau, and started banging me from behind. With his custody on my hips, he rammed his hard aching prick into my slip making love tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the smack, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his Ball. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his pecker started shooting hot, duncish ropes 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 spirt of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at to the lowest degree ten minutes, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin-german's, no, make that my practiced friend's, hubby. 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 misapprehension, it can never materialise again."leaving my sass, that same 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 proceed happening. As I opened my mouth to utter, he laid a fingerbreadth 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 bring up again against my leg.

Just then we heard a door open upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his pant 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 drunkenness 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 close. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .