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— Sex —I have an illicit affair with my cousin. You see, this cousin happens to be a priest and his dad and my dad are first cousins which make us second-degree blood related.
The moment we met, there was an instant chemistry. I didn't expect him to be tall, with well-chiseled features and disturbingly hot for a guy working at the church. He could pass off as a CK underwear model. When he came over to bid me and my partner goodbye, we casually kissed on the cheek and there I felt a most unnerving sexual tension but I brushed it off on the premise that he is a priest and we are cousins.
We still continued to see each other until one time I had to sleep over at his place because of a problem with my live-in partner. It was already late and I didn't bring my car so he told me he'd drive me home the next day.
I lay there beside him on his bed. He turned down the lights and I pretended to be asleep. He kept on turning in the bed and hugged me tight. I still pretended to be asleep. In the dark, he fumbled his way around me and kissed me. I wasn't able to hold it much longer anymore so I kissed him back. He slid his hands inside my shirt, licked my nipples and I was so wet that time but I pretended to be just dreaming. My self control was slipping out and I gave in. I sucked his cock in the dark and I could feel him arch beneath every move and flick of my tongue. He threw me on my back and entered my wet pussy. He was so hard and big I slipped into pure bliss as we shuddered together in ecstasy.
The morning after, we pretended that nothing happened. I searched for the condom he used the previous night if really everything we did were true, and I found the used rubber in his trash. He drove me home and said goodbye.
But it didn't stop there.
We continue exchanging text messages that border on seduction and we kept on teasing each other that somehow turned us both on. The next occasion that we got to hang out, he invited me over to sleep again at his place. I played along and we went to have a few rounds of drinks. Then we had insane sex again, this time more delicious than the first one. The morning when we woke up, we pretend again that nothing happened.
There were few other instances that happened. I suddenly found myself somehow hooked by the thought and the act of doing it with him. It felt so rascal and dangerous, the mere fact that I am fucking with a hot priest and a cousin, that is.
The sexual chemistry that we have is electrifying... but we both know it's not right. I don't know just how to stop it.
The very last time we did it was when we had dinner over some chic resto near his place. Then he invited to have a few round of drinks and coffee. We felt the urge again. Whenever we are together, he acts as of though he is my boyfriend and my lover which really drives me nuts coz it increases whatever confusion and lust I have for him.
He drove to a nearby motel and there we had the hottest night ever. He always tells me that he likes my boobs, my pretty face and loves how I lick and suck his cock. He tells me I spin his head crazy when I go down on him, especially that I can do deep throat sucking. We love to experiment with different sexual positions and he is always amazed at how naughty and creative I could get. On the other hand, he fucks me in such a way I always cum and crave for more. Maybe because he's got a bigger package than my husband and he always hits the right spots.
He excels in foreplay which makes me so wet that every time he enters me he gasps at the slickness of my pussy sliding in and out of him.
We kissed and fondled each other like the lovers that we are. I am bound to leave abroad for a work-related travel. He whispered in between kisses that he'll miss me. He slowly peeled off our clothes and worked his way around my body. He kissed and nibbled at my breasts, then licked me from my neck and sucked at my toes. He went to slide his finger and open my sopping wet slit and flicked his tongue ever so lavishly on my clit. I was writhing with so much lust at him, amazed at how this man can know so much about pleasing a woman when he is supposed to be chaste and celibate. He fingered me and start to roll his index around my G-spot which nearly drove me crazy.
I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let me yet.
I returned the favor by pulling him out from underneath and riding him on top. This time, I was in control. I caressed and licked him all over until he was begging me to suck his cock. I flicked my tongue along the head of his shaft and sucked it little by little until it reached the back of my throat. I could feel his big, hard cock throbbing against my tongue and my throat. I know he couldn't wait so I stopped teasing him and he gently put me on my back and kissed me while he thrust deep and calculating into my very wet hole.
I still wasn't content, knowing that this would be our last fuck together. I rode him like a bad ass chick that I was and saw in his face the delight while he was mouthing how hot I was. He was really so big, that I pushed aside everything else, every pound of morality I had left just to have him deep inside me and feel him so good. We tried several positions and more and ended up doing the doggy style which was both our favorite. He pumped me with such enthusiasm I was cumming in multiple rounds. He was calling my name and asking me if I want this, if I'll miss this, and if I want to do this over and over again with him. I said YES as a big bang of orgasm rode me and I was shivering with it. He came with a big bang too and his cum exploded inside my pussy. I could feel its warmth trickling like a hot lava.
I left the next day with just a simple "goodbye".
Now that I'm back after a couple of weeks from my working travels, I don't know whether I should give in to the feeling of seeing him once again, or just stay away and be content with what I have. #9172 — Comments (0) — 8/16/2010 at 1:34 PM — That's Juicy! (13) — That's Lame. (2)
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