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Cousin Rocks My World on Nude DayMy cousin, Diane, called to ask if she could stay with my wife and I. She had to attend a convention and thought she’d kill two birds with one stone, visit us, while saving money on a hotel bill. Just as she didn’t tell me she was attending a Nude Day Swingers’ Convention, until later, I didn’t tell her that I was no longer with my wife, until she arrived. Now between you, me, and the lamppost, when I found out that my sexy cousin was attending a Nude Day Swingers’ Convention, that bit of shocking information rekindled all kinds of i****tuous thoughts. I’ve always had a mad crush on my cousin Diane and now I couldn’t help but imagine her not only naked but also as a willing sexual participant with many swinging men and women but also a willing, albeit, an i****tuous swinging partner with me. After inappropriately lusting after her for so many years, my cock pulsated with the thought of being intimate with my swinging cousin, Diane.Oh, my God, with the hopes for a chance of being with her, life just doesn’t get any better than this. My hot cousin, the swinger, and the one I’ve lusted over for years, is staying with me for a few days. Now that we’re both mature, consenting adults, I’d give anything for us to have a sexual relationship.I didn’t tell her that I was living alone. If she knew I lived alone and have become the voyeur of a pervert that I am and, no doubt, have always been, I didn’t think she’d stay with me. Besides, I didn’t want to broach the subject of lust and the topic of i****t over the cell phone. I don’t trust those things. One never know who listens in on those wireless, mobile, personal, cell phones calls; electronics are beyond the scope of my comprehension.Besides, I’d rather look in her big, blue eyes and tell her in person that I’ve always wanted her. Nervous about opening that forbidden box of love, I wondered what she’d say. Would she want me or shun me? Then, again, being the swinger that she is, if she only knew that I was the i****tuous pervert that I am, maybe it’s a foregone conclusion that we could have some hot, sexy, albeit i****tuous fun. Maybe she’d invite me to the Swingers’ convention or maybe, afraid of what I may do or try, she’d leave my house and stay at a hotel. Either way, this surprise visit may be a Godsend and my golden opportunity to reconnect with my cousin and to see if we still share a sexual connection.It would be different if Diane was my wife’s cousin, for sure, but she wasn’t. If she was related to my wife, instead of to me, there’d be no way she’d stay here with me living alone without my wife here, but she was my cousin and related to me by blood. With us being related made her staying here appropriate, so long as there was no monkey business, which I hoped to God that there would be. Yet, all my consternation would have been mute, had I had known upfront then that Diane was a swinger.If I knew she was a swinger I would have greeted her at my front door naked. Nah, even though it’s fun to think about doing something like that, I’d never do something like that. Then, again, with it being Nude Day, I could use nude holiday as my pretense for greeting Diane at the door naked. Nah, I can’t do that, she’s family. It would just be so wrong to hit on my own cousin. Unfortunately, I need for her to give me the green light by her making the first move.We shared a family history and were as close as any brother who lusted over his sister was, back then, so long ago, 15-years-ago. We practically grew up together, even lived under the same roof for a little while, when her parents were going through a tough divorce. With my parents and her Mom, my aunt, out in the living room hogging the TV, we watched television cuddling together in her bedroom with the door closed, while talking and laughing. At the time, more than being my cousin, always together, we were best friends.The times we spent together lying in bed was all so very innocent. Other than hugging, even though I wanted to touch her tits and finger her pussy, even though I wished she’d touch my cock, even though I masturbated night and day over the thoughts of her naked, other than some cheap feels and desperate gropes, we never touched one another in a sexual way. We were cousins, after all, just watching television together and i****t was a line we just didn’t cross.Besides, times were different back then and we were both innocent virgins. No one knew, but me, that I spent as much time watching TV, as I did ogling my cousin’s tits and panties in down nightgown and up nightgown views, when she wore her short, low cut nightgown to bed. Always, I had a boner that I hid beneath the sheet, when lying in bed with her. If she had given me the smallest hint of encouragement, I would have been all over her sexy body.Living at home, unable to afford to live on campus, we both had just started college and I used to spy on her through the keyhole, when she dressed and undressed. A natural redhead with C cup breasts, she had a sexy body. We even attended some of the same college parties and I watched out for her. Back then, I don’t think she knew that I lusted over her or spied on her dressing and undressing, while masturbating over all that I saw of her. Yet, now to find out that she’s a swinger makes me wonder if she’s an exhibitionist and was giving me a free show then.So very long ago, none of that matters now. I’m just so excited that she’s coming for a visit. I can’t wait to see her. Still, I worry that she may feel awkward staying here with me because I live alone. Being that she’s my cousin, her loyalty should be with me and not with my ex-wife, even though she was good friends with my ex-wife, for a time, back then. She shouldn’t have reservations about staying here with me. Still, maybe there’s something inappropriate about a single woman staying alone with a single man, even if they are cousins. “Who was that woman I saw you with, last night?” I imagined my friends and neighbors asking me, when seeing me with a stunning, sexy redhead.”Oh, that’s just my cousin,” I’d reply, always wanting to say that and knowing they’d never believe that she was my cousin.Nonetheless, we’re both mature adults and she’ll only be here for the weekend, three days, and two mischievous nights. Other than me ogling her sexy body and me accidentally on purpose flashing her my cock, everything should be fine. Who knows, with her being a swinger and me being a pervert, this could be the i****tuous match of my perverted life.We were never kissing cousins, except for that one time, when she was so very drunk at a college party and I heard some of the guys talking about gangbanging her. They didn’t know we were cousins and I pulled her the Hell out of there. On the way home, we parked, talked, laughed, and then, as unbelievable as it is, even to this day, we made out. Just as I couldn’t believe I was kissing my cousin, French kissing her, I couldn’t believe my cousin was French kissing me. I’ve kissed lots of women before but, after I kissed my cousin for that first and only time, there was something really special happening. As if an electric current surged through my body, the tingling that I received from kissing her felt as if I had plugged my penis in a wall outlet. The energy that passed between us electrified us and we couldn’t get enough of one another.Kissing and kissing and kissing, never have I enjoyed making out with any woman, as much as I enjoyed kissing my cousin, Diane. I don’t know why I felt such sexual excitement kissing Diane, but I did. Maybe because i****tuous sex was so forbidden. Maybe it was all those years of unrequited love, lust, and passion that made that make out session the most memorable, sexual, and sensual time I ever had. Maybe it was all those sexually frustrating times we watched TV in bed together without touching one another. Maybe it was all those times that I spied on her dressing and undressing. Maybe it was all those times that I masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. Whatever the reason, I still want her.No longer so innocent and now knowing what true love is, no canlı bahis doubt, I was in love and have always been in love with Diane. Just as i****t is wrong, I know it’s fruitless to fall in love with my cousin, but I can’t help myself. Excited by the thoughts of her visit, she’s all that I think about. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t work. I just think about kissing Diane.Because she’s coming to visit, the excitement that I feel rekindles all those feelings again, as if they were smoldering embers that never fully extinguished. Even now, years later, I sometimes masturbate over our special time together, when we made out in my car. I fear that when I see her again, those embers may combust into an inferno of i****tuous lust and desire. I’m afraid, by revealing the feelings of love and lust that I still have for her, I’ll make a fool of myself.When we kissed, I’m embarrassed to admit that I felt her breast through her blouse and bra, and she felt my cock through my pants, but that was as far as we went. Okay, I admit that, when her nipples made an appearance through her blouse and bra, while kissing and kissing her, as if cracking open a safe, I stealthily unbuttoned her blouse and felt her tits through her bra, before lifting up her bra and exposing her magnificent breasts. A sucker, literally and figuratively, for tits, I always wanted to see my cousin’s tits and I did. Having perfectly symmetrical and shapely breasts, she had big nipples that were hard and erect.With her being so drunk that she was unable to fend me off and resist me, this was my only opportunity, my golden opportunity, to see, touch, and feel my cousin’s breasts. I even sucked her nipples, while unzipping myself and removing my cock from my jeans, before putting her hand on my erection, and wrapping her fingers around my cock. My cock never felt so good with Diane holding it, fondling it, and slowly stroking it. Even after I was married, I still had thoughts of having sex with Diane.Knowing she was my cousin, of course, albeit now kissing cousin, and that she was related to me by blood, knowing what we were doing was i****tuous, I didn’t care. She was so drunk, she didn’t know my cock was in her hand and she was stroking me. I remember being so excited watching her staring at my cock. I so wanted to put a hand to the back of her head and push her face in my lap. I so wanted her to suck me. She just held my stiff prick in her hand and fondled the top of my exposed dick with her long, manicured fingers, while I had my way with her C cup breasts.When I think back, just as I am now, I was such a horny pervert then. Even though I was guiltless then, a pang of guilt made me feel like such a cad later, that is, until I masturbated over all that happened between Diane and I. Not even safe with her best friend, how could I take advantage of my own cousin by kissing her, feeling her up, and putting my cock in her hand, when she was so very drunk? I was such a deviate to do that. If I didn’t feel so excited by the thoughts of all that I did, I’d feel remorse and sorrow for doing all that I had done.Even though we never spoke about what happened that night, when I saw her after that, I wondered if she remembered that we made out and French kissed? Did she know that I saw and felt tits? Did she remember that I sucked her nipples. Did she remember seeing my cock and holding it in her hand, while stroking me? At first I was embarrassed, but the excitement that I felt for my cousin then returned with the lust that I still have for her now.She was so drunk that I could have gone all the way with her, but something stopped me from doing that. I could have pulled down her jeans and panties, fingered her pussy, and fucked her right there in the car, but I didn’t. Afraid she’d get pregnant and we’d have a bastard baby that we’d have to hide in an attic, i****tuous sex, especially i****tuous sex with a hot cousin, was as bad and as having hot sex with a Nun. Diane would have sucked my cock, no doubt, had I pushed her head down and stuck my engorged prick in her mouth and, in hindsight, I wished I had done that. Maybe had Diane blown me, I would have been able to forget her and no longer want her. Yet, I couldn’t do that to my own cousin. That would be so wrong, as wrong as those college guys, who wanted to gangbang her in the dorm.Although now, when I’m really horny, I think about Diane being gangbanged. That would have been so exciting to watch my cousin being stripped naked and pull a train. While masturbating, while stroking my cock and thinking of Diane, I imagine her blowing and fucking four men. Yet, just as I couldn’t allow those drunken assholes to gangbang her, even though we made out and fondled one another, I couldn’t cross that an invisible i****t line. Just as I couldn’t force her to suck my cock and couldn’t fuck her, I couldn’t take advantage of my own cousin being so drunk. I’ve always been close to my extended family, that is, until recently, when I’ve been experiencing tough times. As we grow older, with life getting in the way of how we were when we were younger, we lose contact with those people we once loved and thought we could never live without. Over the years we lost touch and it was nice to talk with her again. Without feeling awkwardly uncomfortable from the long separation, we talked, as if we had always been together. Actually, I can’t wait to see her. It’s been years.Growing up, my cousin Diane was closer to me than my sister. We’re both the same age and when I was sexually maturing and driven by too much testosterone, while masturbating, I used to fantasy about having sex with her. Being that I thought of her naked so many times, I wondered if she was still hot. I wondered if she was still sexy. I figured like everyone else in America, with fast foods and no exercise, she probably packed on the pounds. Only, when I saw her, surprisingly, she looked the same, only better. Between her hair, clothes, and makeup, she looked hot. Definitely, she was sexy and the fact that she was a swinger made it all the better.”Diane! Let me look at you,” I said twirling her around and taking a step back, while hoping her short flared skirt would lift up enough for her to flash me her panties.She was wearing a top cut low enough to show off her abundant cleavage. She always had nice tits. Oh yeah, she’s still shapely with her big C cup tits, slim waistline, and a round, firm ass. Oh, baby, why this woman isn’t married is beyond me. Then, I wondered, with her being a swinger, if she was lesbian. I never thought of that, until now, and before I even knew she was involved in the swinging lifestyle. Maybe, because she likes licking pussy is the reason why she’s not married and in the swinging lifestyle. Yet, so long as I can watch her with her girlfriend or girlfriends, what does it matter?”Glen, how are you? It’s been a long time,” she said giving me a long, hard, full bodied, pelvis to pelvis hug. God, the smell of her perfume made me dizzy with desire for her and I so wanted to hump her. When I saw her, bringing back all those forgotten feelings, I so wanted to throw her down on the carpet, touch her where no first cousin should ever touch his first cousin, strip her naked, and fuck her.I returned her a hug with a kiss on the lips. Not only did she hug me back but also she surprised me when she returned my kiss. Kissing Diane was magical and I so wanted to slip her my tongue, but didn’t. Now that I remember, we’ve always been kissing cousins. I know it was wrong, but as soon as I hugged her and kissed her, my i****tuous lust for her swelled with my erection. Boy or boy, if she wasn’t my cousin, I’d ask her out on a date. Only, so what if she is my cousin, that doesn’t mean we can’t take in a movie or go out to dinner. Who knows what may happen over a bottle of wine or two? No one needs to know we’re cousins.”Come in, come in,” I said grabbing the suitcase from her. “Let me help you with your suitcase.””Where’s Sally?” She looked over my shoulder, as if expecting to see Sally emerging from the kitchen to stand behind me. “Working?””Sally doesn’t live here anymore,” I said thinking bahis siteleri that I could make a movie by that name with all the stuff that went on between my wife and I, before we divorced.”What happened?”The look of concerned surprise on her face was a look I hoped she’d show when I flashed her my cock later. Yet, the shocked look she had on her face was more out of concern for me and made me feel guilty for being the perverted cousin that I am by already thinking about exposing my cock to her. With one concerned look, she made me feel as though I could open up to her again, in the way we used to do, while lying in bed watching TV. We talked about everything then. Even though we were blood related, even though we were first cousins, nothing was taboo.She made me want to hug her again and cry on her shoulder…or bosom, while telling her my sad story. I imagined her comforting my, by taking me to her bosom and running her fingers through my hair, as my hand found her breast and my fingers teased out her nipples, while she fondled my cock through my pants, just before we kissed. Good God, I was already over the edge with i****tuous, sexual thoughts for my cousin.”Feel my tits and suck my nipples, Glen,” I imagined her saying. “Would it make you feel any better, if I sucked your cock?””Oh, God, Diane. Yes, I’d feel so much better if you sucked my cock,” I imagined saying to her.”What happened?” She awakened me from my i****tuous, sexual fantasy with her question.”She was cheating on me and took off with the plumber,” I said matter of fact with a shrug. “From what I could fathom, while I was working, she was having sex with whoever came to the door, the mailman, the UPS guy, the door-to-door solicitor, even the newspaper delivery guy, before finally leaving with the plumber.””Are you serious?” She looked at me with sensitivity and compassion, before she burst out laughing. “The plumber? She was doing the plumber? Gees, that’s shitty, Glen,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t help myself from saying that.”Just like when we were k**s, we were still able to tease one another and her laughter made me forget the hurt and rejection that I still felt over my wife cheating on me.”Yeah, well, we were having a new kitchen installed and she was home alone with these workmen. You know what a flirt and a tease Sally was. She loved flashing her sexy body with plenty of up skirts and down blouses. I can only imagine her standing at the kitchen sink, while straddling the plumber, with him looking up her nightgown at her pussy.””I’m so sorry, Glen,” she said touching my arm and giving me a hug.”One thing led to another and here I am alone but, admittedly, happier. My kitchen is amazing though,” I said with a laugh. “I guess it pays to do the plumber, not that I’d do the plumber but, now having a dream kitchen, I’m glad now that she did the plumber,” I said with a well deserved laugh.”Well, good for you,” she said. Suddenly, there was an uncomfortable pause in the conversation. “You know, Glen, I can get a room at the–“”Don’t be silly. It’s a big house. The guest bedroom is already made up for you. It will be fun to talk about old times and catch up with new ones.”As soon as I said that, I thought about us lying in bed, while watching TV. Oh, boy, I’d love to be in bed with her, but I wouldn’t be watching television, that’s for sure.”Thank you,” she said. “I hope I won’t be any trouble.””Trouble? I could eat you up, Diane,” I said looking at her with both of us turning red knowing that we were, no doubt, thinking the same thought. I don’t know what possessed me to say that. I couldn’t believe I said that. We having sex with Diane on my mind for days, wanting to lick Diane, just slipped off my tongue in the way of my saliva making her pussy glisten.”You can eat me, Glen, so long as I can have you for dessert,” she said with a lusty laugh. Oh, my God. As soon as she said that, I remembered how we used to flirt with and tease one another. It may sound i****tuous vulgar to someone on the outside, but we always talked like that to one another. Emotionally immature, so totally innocent, and sexually inexperienced, we were always throwing innuendoes around.”Blow me,” I said with a laugh.”Eat me,” she said returning my laugh.I was always saying to her, blow me and she was always saying that to me, eat me. It was just the way we talked to one another. Even though I masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with Diane, licking her pussy and her sucking my cock, I now wondered if she ever masturbated over me in the way that I still masturbate over her. We didn’t really mean what we said. I really didn’t want her to actually blow me and she really didn’t want me to actually eat her, we were just goofing around. Okay, I wished she’d blow me but, at the time, it was just something we always said to one another. Yet, now that I remembered saying blow me and hearing her say eat me, I thought about her sucking my cock and me licking her pussy.We sat together on the couch and I took her hand in my hand, while gazing in her big, blue eyes. It took all the self-control that I possessed, not to put her hand on my cock. Fearing that she’d leave, I didn’t do that. After all that we’ve been through growing up, I was just so overwhelmed with emotion, sexual and otherwise to see her again. As if seeing an old, long lost friend, I couldn’t take my eyes off her and I couldn’t stop touching her arm, her shoulder, her knee, and her hand.”What kind of convention are you attending, Diane? Electronics? Fashion? Home show? Boat show? Automobile?” With a multitude of men surrounding her, I imagined her wearing a short skirt and low cut blouse, while modeling and demonstrating whatever she was showcasing.”It’s none of those,” she said looking at me, taking a breath, and pausing, as if suddenly feeling embarrassed for what she was about to say. “It’s a swingers’ convention,” she said pausing again and taking another breath, before looking away and looking back at me to make solid eye contact. “I’m a swinger, Glen.”As if I was watching a movie, so far removed from the thought of her being a swinger, my mind was suddenly filled with i****tuous, sexual fantasies. When she said she was a swinger, immediately, I don’t know why, but I looked down at her tits, before looking back up at her pretty blue eyes. I couldn’t help but imagine her naked. I couldn’t help but imagine her kneeling in a circle jerk and blowing one guy, while surrounded by other men waiting their turn. I couldn’t help but imagine her sucking my cock.”A swinger? Really? Seriously? You’re a swinger,” I said with a nervous laugh, while imagining having sex with her.”I am,” she said giving me a such a sensuous look that I wanted to confess every perversion to her.”Just men or do you do women, too,” I said imagining Diane in bed naked with another women or two guys.Then, I imagined Diane being gangbanged. Oh, my God. I could feel my cock growing in relations to my sexual imagination.”I’ve had sex with women, but I’m not a lesbian. I do woman just to please and placate the man I’m with at the time. Men want to see two women together much more than two women want to be together,” she said with a sexy laugh.”Wow, I had no idea you’d turn out to be a swinger,” I said looking at her, while wondering what she looked like naked and how she’d look in the throes of having hot sex.”Are you ashamed of me?” When I didn’t immediately answer me, she just assumed my response. “Oh, my God, you’re ashamed of me.” With the vision of her naked and having hot, swinging sex, lost in a sexual fantasy, I stared at her, not understanding what she was saying. She was just so damn desirably beautiful. “If you are ashamed of me, I can stay at–“”Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed of you? No, don’t be crazy. I’m not ashamed of you. You’re my cousin and whatever you do or did wouldn’t change the fact that I love you and have always loved you,” I said giving her a hug, when I really wanted to give her a hump and her ass a squeeze.”And I love you, too, Glen,” she said leaning into me to give me another kiss on the lips that was a bit more güvenilir bahis than a peck.Again, especially now that I knew she was a swinger, I so wanted to slip her my tongue. In hindsight, I couldn’t believe that I confessed that I loved her and have always loved her. “Besides, ashamed is not the word I’d use,” I said thinking that I shouldn’t say it, but I did anyway. “Aroused would more describe how I really feel about you participating in the swinging lifestyle,” I said. “I apologize for my i****tuous thoughts and dirty mind, but I can’t help myself from imagining you naked and having hot sex with swingers…and with me.””Yeah, well, not all sex with swingers is hot, trust me,” she said with a laugh and pausing to look at me with a look that made me wonder what she was going to say, after ignoring what I said. “You know, Glen, now that you’re single again,” she said with a pause, while making solid eye contact again, “if you’d like, you can come with me to the convention.””Cum? Did you mean accompany you or did you mean–,” I said pausing and waiting for my nervousness to subside before continuing.”The same old, Glen. Well, if it helps you feel more comfortable about being my escort, I’m still just as sexually attracted to you, as I was when I made out with you in your car,” she said rubbing my knee and moving her hand higher to rub my thigh. Why I didn’t take her hand and put it on my cock is beyond me. I so wanted her to touch me and feel me, while I kissed her and felt her.”Oh, my God, Diane. I’m so embarrassed.””Embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed because I’m a swinger? Or are you embarrassed over what happened so very long ago. Whatever it is you’re embarrassed about, don’t be embarrassed, Glen. I knew exactly what I was doing, when I was doing it and what you were doing too,” she said with a little laugh, before leaning in the give me another kiss.This time, I didn’t even have to think about slipping her my tongue and French kissing her, as she was the one who parted my lips were her tongue. Oh, my God, my hot, sexy cousin, just French kissed me, after 15 years. We kissed and kissed, and as if a magnet, my hand found her tits. I love feeling a woman’s breast through her blouse and bra and Diane’s tits felt incredible. My ex-wife, Sally had A cup tits and it was so very exciting to feel a big tit in my palm again.”Diane, I’ve never forgotten the excitement of your kisses and now I have a new one to remember.””You can be my escort and my big protector in the way you used to protect me from those horny guys at the dorm parties. Who knows, if you play your cards right, maybe you’ll get luckier this time and we can finally cross that invisible line of i****t that we were so afraid to cross back then,” she said squeezing my hand, in the way she squeezed my cock so many years ago.Oh, my God, did my sexy cousin just proposition me? She did. She really did.”Yeah, I was always watching out for you, as if I was your big brother.””An i****tuous big brother,” she said with a laugh.”What do you mean?” Suddenly, my stomach sank. Did she remember all that we did? Other than some kissing, how much of what we did, did she remember?”I remember when you pulled me out of that party, before they gangbanged me and we parked and made out. I remember you feeling me up, taking my tits out of my bra, and sucking on my nipples, before you put your cock in my hand.””Oh, my God. You remember all that? I thought you were drunk.””I was and if I wasn’t so drunk, I would have sucked your cock, after making love to you. You made me so wet with your kisses and then when you sucked my tits, I so wanted to suck your cock, but if I put my head down, I would have puked all over you,” she said with a laugh.”Gees, Diane. I’ve always been so very sexually attracted to you. Now that you’re in the swinging lifestyle, maybe we could–“”Come to the Nude Day Swingers’ Convention,” she said with a laugh. “You never know what may happen,” she said giving me a kiss on the lips and my ass a grab, when we stood.That Saturday, two days after Nude Day, we attended the Swingers’ Nude Day convention. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life. There were thousands of swinging couples, but I had eyes only for my hot, sexy cousin. A day filled with talking about sex, seeing all things sexual, and being immersed in the swinging lifestyle, going from booth to booth to learn more about the swinging experience, she made me feel, as if I was her boyfriend and her swinging lover, instead of her cousin. With everything we so openly discussed, with nothing taboo, she made me so horny. Later that night, as if girlfriend and boyfriend, instead of cousins, we continued where we left off 15-years-ago in my parked car.After sharing a wonderful dinner and a bottle of wine, we made out on the sofa. As if there wasn’t a lapse of so many years in between, I felt her magnificent breasts through her blouse and bra and she felt my erection through my pants. Then, forsaking the guest bedroom, we retired to the master bedroom. Kissing and kissing her, I couldn’t stop kissing her, while touching her, feeling her, and caressing her. The fact that she was my first cousin made it so much more exciting.She allowed me to undress her and I took my sweet time unbuttoning her blouse in-between kisses, removing her bra, skirt, and panties. Then, working from head to toe, I kissed her in all those places that I dreamed and masturbated over, when fantasizing about having sex with Diane. Just as my mouth was all over her big tits, her hand was all over my cock, cupping my balls, stroking my erection, and fingering the engorged head of my prick. Then, finally, I made my promise good about eating her. Teasing her about eating her, since we were young adults in college, finally now, I was fingering her and licking her. She had such a sweet pussy and I don’t know if it was because she was my cousin or because she was a swinger or a combination of the both, but she made me so excited with the thought that she wanted me, as much as I wanted her.”Oh, Glen, fuck me with your fingers. Oh, yeah, right there. That feels so good. Go deeper, baby, deeper. Now, lick my pussy. Lick me. Eat me. Stick your tongue all the way inside me. Lick me, while finger fucking me.”I love talking dirty in bed and Sally didn’t. The fact that Diane was so vocal added to my sexual excitement and to the i****tuous delight of the experience. Never have I been with a lover who was as sexual as I was.”I love licking your pussy, Diane. I love finger fucking you, my best friend, and my cousin. I love eating your pussy.””Oh, my God, Glen. I’m going to cum. Never have I had an orgasm so fast. Lick my clit, while rubbing my bean with your finger. Oh, yeah, baby. Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!”After she had her orgasm, I moved up to meet her lips and we made out, as if we were teenagers at a movie.”I love you, Diane.””I love you, Glen,” she said breaking off my kiss to slide down the bed.When I looked down, she was looking up at me, while holding my cock in her hand and stroking me.”This is my dream come true, Diane. You looking up at me, while holding my cock in your hand.””What if I take you in my mouth, Glen. Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen? Would you like to have i****tuous sex with your cousin?””I just did,” I said with a laugh.”Then, since you’ve already eaten my pussy, it will be okay for your cousin to suck your cock, before I fuck you.””Oh, God, Diane, you’re such a sexy woman. Suck my cock. Suck me, Diane. Blow me,” I said, while watching her take my cock in her mouth.Never in my life have I had such a blowjob, as he one that I received from my sexy, swinging cousin. Had I not pulled away, I would have exploded all the i****tuous lust that I had for her in her mouth, but I needed to fuck her, really fuck her, just as I needed to make love to her.”I love sucking your cock, Glen. You have such a big, hard prick.””Fuck me, Diane. Make love to me. Then, after you fuck me, after you make love to me, after I explode my cum in your pussy, I want you to suck me. I need to fill your mouth with my cum.””Oh, Glen, you know just what to say to a swinging woman,” she said with a laugh.We made love, steamy, lustful, i****tuous love. Now, the love of my life, we’ve been living together ever since.

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