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By PeterStroker
Great sex with his wife’s cousin that loves to get drunk.
The Indiana evening was a warm embrace, the kind that made you want to kick off your shoes and let your hair down. The air had the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of a BBQ wafted through the open windows of the car. It was the perfect backdrop for a night out with his cousin, a chance for Gary to escape the monotony of his daily grind. As they cruised down the quiet suburban streets, the setting sun painted the world in hues of gold and amber, casting long shadows that danced on the pavement.
They pulled up to “The Watering Hole,” a local dive that promised cold drinks and good company. Inside, the air had the smell of stale beer and the chuckles of regulars. The walls were adorned with neon lights and old-school rock posters, a silent testament to the bar’s storied past. The jukebox played a classic tune that had the patrons tapping their feet, and the bar was lined with a motley crew of townsfolk eager to share a story or two.
Cristie, his cousin’s wife, was already two drinks deep, her cheeks flushed with the sweet kiss of alcohol. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she downed another shot, slamming the empty glass onto the counter with a smack. She leaned into Gary, her breath hot with whiskey, and whispered something into his ear that made him blush. The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, and the night grew wilder.
The car ride home was a blur of laughter and the crunch of gravel under the tires. The night air caressed their faces as the wind played with their hair. Suddenly, a wild shout pierced the quietude of the night, echoing through the open window. It was Cristie, her voice raw with excitement. “Im going to fuck my cousin’s husband!” she hollered to the stars, her words bouncing off the surrounding houses like a rebellious echo. “I’m going to be his bitch in heat!” Her eyes gleamed with a fiery passion that made his heart race. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, her breathing heavy and erratic.
Gary managed to get her through the front door of the house without waking the neighbors, her slender body leaning heavily against his. She was a vision of desire, her dress hiked up around her waist, revealing the smooth curves of her thighs. He guided her to the bedroom, her giggles turning into soft moans as she stumbled over the threshold. She collapsed onto the bed, a sprawling mess of limbs and pent-up lust. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was out like a light, leaving him standing there with his blood singing in his veins.
The sight of her there, so vulnerable and open, was too much for him to resist. He approached the bed, his eyes drawn to the delicate arch of her feet. He couldn’t help but think of her earlier words, the way she had claimed him as her own. His breath hitched as he reached out and gently removed her shoes, one by one. Her toes wiggled in the cool air, begging for attention. He took her right foot in his hands, feeling the softness of her skin against his palms.
Leaning in, he took the first toe of her right foot into his mouth, suckling it gently. He heard a soft sigh escape her lips, even in her drunken slumber. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and the faint scent of her perfume. He moved to the next toe, feeling it slip between his lips, and then the next. He could feel her foot twitch in response, a silent dance of pleasure that only he knew she was participating in. His tongue danced across the pads of her toes, exploring every inch of her delicate flesh. It was a tender, worshipful act, one that spoke of his longing for her.
Moving to her left foot, he repeated the process, savoring the feel of each digit as it was introduced to the warmth of his mouth. He took his time, enjoying the sensation of her toes curling and uncurling in response to his ministrations. The room was filled with the soft sounds of his mouth working over her foot, the occasional slurp or suckle that seemed to hang in the air. He could feel the heat building between them, a silent promise of what was to come when she awoke. His own arousal grew, straining against the fabric of his jeans. But for now, he was content to simply explore her body, to show her the depth of his desire without her even being aware of it.
Gary’s hands began to roam, tracing the lines of her legs from her ankles to her knees, then moving upwards. He paused for a moment at the hem of her dress, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin of her inner thighs. With a gentle tug, he lifted the fabric, revealing her lacy underwear. The sight of her, so close and yet so far, was almost too much to bear. He took a deep breath and continued, pulling the dress up over her hips, exposing the matching lace bra that cupped her breasts. He paused, his eyes lingering on the swell of her chest, the way her nipples strained against the fabric.
With trembling hands, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts in all their glory. They were small but perfectly formed, the rosy tips standing erect in anticipation. He leaned over her, his face level with her chest, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He felt her gasp, a faint sound that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He teased it with his tongue, feeling it harden even more under his attention. His hands roamed further, cupping her ass and pulling her closer to him. The heat between her legs was palpable, and he knew she was wet.
Her dress was now a tangled mess around her waist, and he decided to remove it entirely. He slid it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She was now completely naked before him, her skin glowing in the soft light from the hallway. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her, the curves and valleys that made up the landscape of her body. Her hips rolled slightly with her breaths, and her legs were spread open, revealing the glistening wetness between them. He could feel his cock pulsing in his pants, demanding release.
But he was in no hurry. Instead, he focused on her face, tracing the line of her jaw with his fingers, moving down to her neck where he felt the rapid beating of her pulse. He kissed her there, his lips moving in a delicate dance along the sensitive skin. He knew she was still out of it, but he couldn’t resist leaving a trail of kisses along her collarbone and down to her breasts. His teeth grazed her nipples, causing her to stir. He took one in his mouth and sucked hard, eliciting a soft moan from her parted lips. Her hands reached for him, grasping his shirt, pulling him closer.
He felt her stirring, her body coming alive under his touch. It was as if she was slowly waking from a deep slumber, her senses coming to life one by one. He kissed her navel, the dip of her stomach, the softness of her belly button. His hand slid down to her pussy, feeling the wetness that had soaked through her underwear. He slipped his fingers under the fabric and touched her bare flesh. She was slick, ready for him, and the feel of her made his cock throb.
He pulled her underwear off, tossing them aside. He spread her legs wider and dipped his head, his tongue seeking out the sweetness of her. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and the faint tang of her desire. He licked her slowly, tracing her slit from top to bottom, savoring every inch of her. Her hips bucked, her moans grew louder, and her hands found their way to his hair, holding him in place.
Gary felt his world narrow down to this one moment, this one woman. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her, the way she responded to his touch. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, lost in a haze of passion and need. He licked and kissed and sucked, his tongue delving into her, exploring her depths. Her body writhed under him, and he knew she was close.
The tension in the room grew, the air thick with it. Her legs tightened around his head, her hands gripping his hair, holding him in place. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking against her clit in a rhythm that made her hips rock. He felt her body tense, her muscles clench around his tongue as she approached her climax. And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body arching off the bed as she screamed out his name.
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at him, wild with desire. “Fuck me,” she growled, her voice low and needy. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Her words sent a bolt of lightning through him. He didn’t hesitate. He stood, stripping off his clothes with shaking hands. His cock was hard and throbbing, desperate for release. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He reached for her, his hand sliding up her thigh to her wet pussy. He teased her opening, sliding his finger in and out, watching her eyes glaze over with lust.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. “Now,” she demanded, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t ignore. He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed in, feeling her tightness envelop him. He groaned as he sank into her, the heat of her body wrapping around him like a glove. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a primal rhythm that matched the beat of his heart.
Cristie’s nails dug into his back, her teeth grazed his neck. “Harder,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. He obeyed, his movements growing more urgent. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he could feel his orgasm building, coiling in his balls. Her walls tightened around him, her moans growing more frantic. He knew she was close again, and the thought of her coming undone around him pushed him over the edge.
With a roar, he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. He filled her, his warmth flooding her as he collapsed onto her chest. They lay there for a moment, panting, their hearts racing. The room was still, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the night outside.
As he pulled out of her, she sat up, her eyes never leaving his. “Again,” she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse her, not when she looked at him like that.
He leaned in and kissed her, hard and deep. He could taste himself on her mouth, the flavor of their shared passion. They broke apart, both panting. He rolled her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. He positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard again. He slid into her from behind, feeling her grip the bedsheets as he claimed her once more.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, hips slapping together in a rhythm that spoke of raw, unbridled desire. He could feel the sweat on her skin, the way her body trembled with each thrust. He reached around and played with her clit, feeling her get wetter with each touch.
Cristie moaned into the pillow, her back arching as she pushed back against him. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice muffled by the fabric. “Just like that.”
Her words spurred him on, and he increased his pace, driving into her with a ferocity that left them both gasping. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. And when it hit, it was explosive, her body shaking beneath his as she screamed out her release.
He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the sweat cooling on their skin. He pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, the aftermath of their passion lingering in the air.
The room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing, the only proof of the storm that had just passed through. They looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. They had crossed a line tonight, one that could never be uncrossed. But as they lay there, their bodies still humming with pleasure, they knew that this was only the beginning.
Cristie rolled onto her back, her chest heaving with desire. Her hand traveled down her body, her fingers dancing over her stomach until they reached the soft swell of her mound. She spread her legs wider, revealing the pinkness of her ass. “Lick me,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Lick me there.”
Her eyes never left his as she pointed to her anus, the tight little hole that had never been touched by anyone but herself. Gary felt a thrill of excitement run through him, his cock twitching with interest. He leaned in, his tongue extending to touch the sensitive skin. It was an intimate, almost taboo act, and it filled him with a sense of power and desire that was intoxicating.
He licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her. She was salty and musky, a flavor that grew stronger as he approached her opening. He felt her tense at first, unsure of what to expect. But as he continued, her body began to relax, her hips moving slightly to meet his mouth. He could feel her trust in him, her willingness to let him explore every inch of her.
His tongue circled her anus, teasing it gently. She gasped, her body jolting in response. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside, feeling her clench around him. He explored her, his tongue delving deeper with each stroke. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. “More,” she begged, her hand reaching down to grip his hair, urging him on.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He licked her with a new fervor, his mouth worshipping the forbidden area. He could feel her body respond, her pussy growing wetter, her ass pushing back against his face. He reached down and slid two fingers into her pussy, his thumb brushing against her clit.
Her moans grew louder, filling the room. He could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening around his hand. He licked her faster, pushing his tongue in and out of her asshole, feeling her muscles quiver. And then she was there, her body shaking with pleasure, her juices running down his chin.
He pulled away, his mouth wet with her juices, and looked into her eyes, which burned with a fiery need. She didn’t say a word; she just reached for the lube on the bedside table and handed it to him. The silent command was clear: she wanted him to claim her in every way possible. He took the bottle, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was new territory for both of them, but he could see in her gaze that she was ready to submit fully to him.
Gary flipped the cap open and coated his fingers, watching as her eyes grew wide with anticipation. He leaned back down, his cock still hard and throbbing, and gently pressed one lubed digit against her tight hole. She gasped, her body tensing momentarily, but then she relaxed, allowing him entry. He pushed in slowly, feeling her muscles clench around his finger. She was so tight, so hot, so incredibly responsive.
With one hand still working her clit, he began to move his finger in and out of her ass, preparing her for what was to come. She moaned, her body moving in time with his ministrations. He added another finger, stretching her gently, watching as her cheeks grew pink with arousal. He knew she was ready when she began to push back against him, eagerly taking his fingers deeper.
He lined his cock up with her tight opening, the tip glistening with lube. She looked at him, her eyes never leaving his, and whispered, “Do it.” He pressed forward, feeling the head of his cock pop inside her. She was so tight, so warm, it was almost too much. He paused, giving her time to adjust, before he began to push in further. She was panting now, her nails digging into the bed as she held on tight.
The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her ass was like a velvet fist, gripping him in a vice that was both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. He started to move, his strokes slow and measured, each one sending waves of sensation through both of them. She was taking all of him, her body stretched around him, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
He could feel her pussy contracting around his thumb, her orgasm building again. He picked up the pace, driving into her with all the passion and need that had been building inside him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of desire. Her ass was his, and he claimed it with every inch of his being.
Her walls tightened around him, her cries grew more desperate. “Fuck me,” she panted, “fuck me harder.” He didn’t hold back, giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He pounded into her, their bodies moving in a frenzied dance of lust.
And then she was coming, her body shaking with the force of her release. He felt her pussy spasm around his thumb, her ass clench around his cock. It was too much for him to handle. He thrust one last time, deep and hard, and then he was coming too, filling her ass with his hot cum.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering in their chests. They lay there for a moment, trying to catch their breaths. The room was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of the curtains in the night breeze.
He pulled out of her gently, the feeling of emptiness making him want to immediately fill her again. He rolled over onto his back, and she curled up beside him, her head on his chest. They lay there, their hearts beating together, the aftershocks of their passion still echoing through their bodies.
They had crossed a line, one that would change everything between them. But for now, all that mattered was the feel of her skin against his, the warmth of her body, and the taste of her still on his lips. They had found a new level of intimacy, one that was raw and unfiltered, and it was a place that he never wanted to leave.
Gary felt the softness of her breathing on his chest as they lay entwined, the gentle rise and fall of her body a comforting rhythm that lulled him into a deep sleep. The moon had climbed high in the sky, casting a silvery glow through the open window. The sounds of the night outside were a gentle lullaby that serenaded their slumber.
Hours later, a quiet desperation began to stir within Cristie. She was awake, her body thrumming with a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by mere sleep. She rolled onto her side, her hand sliding down to his waist. His cock lay against his stomach, half-hard from his dreams. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, to bring him back to the land of the living and remind him of the promise they had made to each other.
Her hand wrapped around him, her grip firm but gentle. She felt him stir, his eyes opening slowly as he took in the sight of her, naked and eager in the moonlight. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the whiskey they had shared at the bar. His cock grew hard in her hand, responding to her touch, to the need in her eyes.
With a grin, she straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. She lowered her mouth to his cock, taking him in deep, feeling his length slide down her throat. Her eyes never left his, watching the way his pupils dilated with pleasure. She could feel his hands on her head, guiding her, urging her on. She sucked him slow and deep, her tongue swirling around his tip, her throat muscles working to take him all in.
His hips began to buck, his body responding to the exquisite torment she was inflicting. Her own arousal grew, her clit swollen and begging for attention. She reached down and began to rub it in tight circles as she continued to suck him, her hand moving in rhythm with her mouth. She could feel him growing closer, the tension in his body telling her that he was on the edge.
And then he was there, his cock pulsing in her mouth. She swallowed his cum greedily, the salty taste of him a reminder of their illicit union. He groaned, his body arching off the bed as he emptied himself into her. She didn’t stop until he was fully spent, his cock still twitching in her mouth.
When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips, her eyes still locked on his. “Mine,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.
They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged. The night was still, the only sound their hearts beating in unison. And as they drifted back to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of their shared passion, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
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