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Most Recent Confessions on "celine"...
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My cousin Celine came to live with us when I was in high school. She was 16 and full. What happened was a mistake. One of my close friends started hitting on her and they became lovers.
I was away for the weekend and was due to arrive on Monday. The other school that we had a soccer game against had problems and so the game did not take
place. I was back in town on Saturday night only to find my door locked. When I knocked, I heard no reply. When I insisted that if I did not hear any reply I was going to call my mom, the door opened. I stepped in and saw my best friend and my cousin struggling to put on their clothes. If I was shocked or offended I did not show it. My fiend told me that he will explain over a bottle of beer. I obliged. All the explaining went into thin air as I visualized my cousins boobs, very full, like healthy Mexican oranges. I could not think, yet I could not take out the images of her thong, firm butt and flat stomac off my mind. My friend told me that they did not do anything and that she was still a virgin, but that if I had not shown up he would have popped her cherry.
When I got home it was very quiet. I went straight to the bathroom to jerk off. I was quick and passionate flashes of her nude body quickening the orgasm. Still, I had no canal desires at this time. I could not even think of it.
The next day my cousin was extraordinarily nice. She came to my room about five times and each time she wore very scanty clothes. That night I heard a knock on my door and answered, it was my cousin. She told me that she was very sorry for what she did, and that she will never do it again. I adviced her that she should be cautious who she dates, because my friends and I are no good, we just want pussy thats all. I also told her that if mom caught her she would be dead meat. So next time she should be very careful. She thanked me and instead of leaving came close to me and asked if I could give her a reconciliatory hug. I told her jokingly that she was asking for too much and that she might make things to stand that have no feet. She bluffed that she could handle anything.
Instantly, the flashes of last night came back and I began to feel a bulge between my legs. I gathered her petite frame and squeezed her tightly until she stopped breathing. Now my erection was in full blast and I know she felt it. At this point it was still a harmless embrace. If she left I would have done nothing, but she tarried on. You better leave now or I will do things to you instead of you saying "I swear to God, you will be saying I swear to Tommy". She gave me this coquetry grin and said, I want to swear to you Tommy. That was it, my moral values evaporated and I threw caution to the dogs. By the time my fingers went between her thighs she was leaking of semen. As I placed my tongue on her vagina, she expoded. I taught her how to do the BJ and she learned fast. She sucked every drop of me as I came.
I took her to bed to make myself her new god. As I broke through the hymen, she gasped and then let out air out from her lungs. She was trembling both from fear and pleasure. I gave her time to recollect and then continued grinding my way into and out of her. Her body muscles became disoriented and revolted against her person. I knew she was close again. I slowed intentionally wanting her to desire me more, her body movement tensed and then fasten, she tried to say something but was lost of words, I gave her what she wanted, I thrusted faster and deeper. All of a sudden she began speaking in tongues as she orgasmed. She was gasping for breath like a slain beast. My own orgasm never did come along. Before I could make it mom called and said diner was ready. We know if we weren't down in two minutes, she will be in our rooms in a blink. I did have my lovely cousin just one more time on the night of her wedding. She'd specially requested that she wanted to see me before heading for the church. When I went to see her she sent out all her attendants and told me to lock the door. I did. She was stright-foward and to the point. Ten years ago you made me a woman, I would love to have you one more time before I become someone else's. I still consider myself blesses to have had an orgasm that strong. Indeed there is a correlation between immorality, illegality and sweetness. Or why is it so wrong and yet so beautiful?
The reason I am telling this story today is because I ran into my cousin at the mall after some seven years. She was with her husband and two children, while we embraced she whispered in my ear that she still swore my me. My thinking is she still means to say that I am still her best. I may be wrong but that makes me feel good about myself.
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