Straight Female / 30
I grew up in a household with five sisters, and I was the youngest. By the time my parents had me, they were worn out. Where they had doted on my sisters, they left me mostly to my own design. I read and painted most of the time, didn't have a lot of friends, and when I had the time, I stole away to visit with my cousin.
He was six years older than me. He was smart, artistic, and handsome. All the girls loved him, and I had a major crush on him throughout my teenaged years. I knew it wasn't right; I just couldn't help it. Every chance I had to be near him I took it. We grew to be close, but it was a strictly platonic situation.
When our grandmother died, he took it extra hard. They had been quite close. At the dinner gathering after the funeral, he sat outside by himself, smoking and listening to music on his ipod. Everyone said he should be left alone to grieve, but I wanted to be near him. I went out and found him sipping on a bottle of liquor and enjoying the afternoon. We chatted, and he coerced me into a few drinks with him. Before I knew it, we were laughing and joking around, pushing at each other and leaning into one another for comfort. I don't know who made the first move or what led up to it, but our lips met. It was my second kiss ever, and when he slipped his tongue inside of my mouth my entire body felt like it was on fire.
He backed away and apologized profusely, but I assured him it was alright and that I had enjoyed it. He seemed pleased by this, and kissed me again. This time around I was ready, and our hands were all over each other. As he pushed his palms into my breasts and squeezed, I couldn't think of anything else but taking it further. Although I'd only been with one guy before and it hadn't amounted to much, I decided I was going to fuck my cousin.
We crept off to a shed out back and shut ourselves in with a board to brace the door. He tore at my clothes until I was completely naked. He fell between my thighs and did things with his tongue and mouth I still don't completely understand, but I was in ecstasy. I'd never cum with a man before until that moment, and he had to shove a knuckle in my mouth to hush my moans. As I lay quietly in the afterglow, he pulled his giant cock from his pants, and I immediately could see another reason he was a hit with the ladies. He was long and thick and hard as a rock. He nudged it against my lips and I understood his desire. I know I must have been terrible, but I listened to his breathing and suckled at him as if my life depended on it.
He pulled free from me suddenly and crept back between my thighs. He pushed his hips forwards and nudged the head of his cock between my nether lips. His body covered mine and he kissed me wildly as he sank his hard on into my wetness. I thought he would surely split me in two, but after a few moments the sensation became nothing but pleasure. He stood and stuck his thumb against my clit and made gentle circles, and his other hand reached other for a handful of ass. Watching him fuck me was extremely hot, his muscles tensing, his face in pleasurable agony. I came again, drunk with lust and want of him, and as soon as I'd finished he pulled free and jerked himself off. He shot thick torrents of hot seed across my belly and tits, moaning as he did. He kissed me deeply, and we cleaned ourselves up the best we could. We returned to the dinner function, both of our spirits high, and went on like nothing happened.
We talked about it not long after. Both of us were completely fine with what happened. Not a month later, we were fucking again, this time in a lovely hotel room. Not a few days after that I jumped him in the front seat of his own car and rode him until he filled my quim with his spunk. The very next day, I sucked his cock in the doorway of his apartment where anyone might have seen, and swallowed every drop. That night, he fucked me in his bed in positions I had no idea existed. I was mad for him. I came so easily at just his touch. We went on like that for a few weeks before he suddenly developed a conscious and explained we'd have to stop. I begged him to reconsider, but he wouldn't. That's been nearly a week ago.
I can't stop thinking of him. I adore him. I love him with all of my heart. I masturbate constantly to the images in my head of his chiseled body sweating over mine, or the feeling of his hands on my hips as he took me from behind, or the warmth of his mouth on my nipples as he slid himself deep into my pussy. I miss him. I truly miss him.
He was six years older than me. He was smart, artistic, and handsome. All the girls loved him, and I had a major crush on him throughout my teenaged years. I knew it wasn't right; I just couldn't help it. Every chance I had to be near him I took it. We grew to be close, but it was a strictly platonic situation.
When our grandmother died, he took it extra hard. They had been quite close. At the dinner gathering after the funeral, he sat outside by himself, smoking and listening to music on his ipod. Everyone said he should be left alone to grieve, but I wanted to be near him. I went out and found him sipping on a bottle of liquor and enjoying the afternoon. We chatted, and he coerced me into a few drinks with him. Before I knew it, we were laughing and joking around, pushing at each other and leaning into one another for comfort. I don't know who made the first move or what led up to it, but our lips met. It was my second kiss ever, and when he slipped his tongue inside of my mouth my entire body felt like it was on fire.
He backed away and apologized profusely, but I assured him it was alright and that I had enjoyed it. He seemed pleased by this, and kissed me again. This time around I was ready, and our hands were all over each other. As he pushed his palms into my breasts and squeezed, I couldn't think of anything else but taking it further. Although I'd only been with one guy before and it hadn't amounted to much, I decided I was going to fuck my cousin.
We crept off to a shed out back and shut ourselves in with a board to brace the door. He tore at my clothes until I was completely naked. He fell between my thighs and did things with his tongue and mouth I still don't completely understand, but I was in ecstasy. I'd never cum with a man before until that moment, and he had to shove a knuckle in my mouth to hush my moans. As I lay quietly in the afterglow, he pulled his giant cock from his pants, and I immediately could see another reason he was a hit with the ladies. He was long and thick and hard as a rock. He nudged it against my lips and I understood his desire. I know I must have been terrible, but I listened to his breathing and suckled at him as if my life depended on it.
He pulled free from me suddenly and crept back between my thighs. He pushed his hips forwards and nudged the head of his cock between my nether lips. His body covered mine and he kissed me wildly as he sank his hard on into my wetness. I thought he would surely split me in two, but after a few moments the sensation became nothing but pleasure. He stood and stuck his thumb against my clit and made gentle circles, and his other hand reached other for a handful of ass. Watching him fuck me was extremely hot, his muscles tensing, his face in pleasurable agony. I came again, drunk with lust and want of him, and as soon as I'd finished he pulled free and jerked himself off. He shot thick torrents of hot seed across my belly and tits, moaning as he did. He kissed me deeply, and we cleaned ourselves up the best we could. We returned to the dinner function, both of our spirits high, and went on like nothing happened.
We talked about it not long after. Both of us were completely fine with what happened. Not a month later, we were fucking again, this time in a lovely hotel room. Not a few days after that I jumped him in the front seat of his own car and rode him until he filled my quim with his spunk. The very next day, I sucked his cock in the doorway of his apartment where anyone might have seen, and swallowed every drop. That night, he fucked me in his bed in positions I had no idea existed. I was mad for him. I came so easily at just his touch. We went on like that for a few weeks before he suddenly developed a conscious and explained we'd have to stop. I begged him to reconsider, but he wouldn't. That's been nearly a week ago.
I can't stop thinking of him. I adore him. I love him with all of my heart. I masturbate constantly to the images in my head of his chiseled body sweating over mine, or the feeling of his hands on my hips as he took me from behind, or the warmth of his mouth on my nipples as he slid himself deep into my pussy. I miss him. I truly miss him.
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