Anal sex with my cousin after drinking (slightly graphic, proceed with caution if you dislike this).

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My cousin is the same age as me, two months older. From a young age, when I was just beginning to understand relationships, she was my dream
girl
. But I was too young to tell her my feelings. Later, we went to university, while she didn't do well academically and only went to a vocational school. She met a nice girl in university, and gradually we lost contact. Girls from the countryside aren't as open as city girls. Although I knew my cousin liked me too, she never spoke to me directly.
We've known each other for so many years, and we've never even held hands. I ran into her when I
went home for Chinese New Year. I work in another city and only go back to my hometown once every two or three years. The previous two times I went home, I didn't have time to visit my friends, let alone her.
She had a boyfriend, a driver. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he seemed honest. I was really happy for her. After all, I'm happy to have a
man takes care of her for the rest of her life. She didn't know how she heard I was back. I guess one of my friends told her. She works at the town's post office.
A lot of people know her.
We haven't seen each other for so many years, we've both grown up, and of course, we're
not as introverted as we were when we were kids. She said on the phone that she wanted to have dinner with me because I'd be gone for another two or three years. One phone call brought back all the feelings we've had since childhood, like a movie playing in my mind. We arranged to
meet that evening in town to have a good chat.

In a rather quiet little bar, we chatted and drank. I'd never looked at her so closely before; she was so beautiful. The unique quiet
temperament of people from Jiangsu, plus the slight blush on her cheeks. I unknowingly got a little drunk. I work in marketing. Usually, a bottle of baijiu is nothing to me. But this time, three
small bottles of beer made me a little slurred. I poured my heart out to her, saying things I'd never dared to say to her in my dreams. She just smiled faintly,

looking at me, listening to me talk, and slowly sipping her drink. My head was spinning, so I went to the restroom. When I came out, my cousin had already taken off her coat. A small t-shirt made her chest bulge
. I involuntarily swallowed. She rolled her eyes at me and chuckled, "Little rascal." How come she drank about the same as me, but seemed much more energetic
? Was my alcohol tolerance too low, or was hers too high? When she came out of the restroom, I was shocked. Her face wasn't red, but pale and bluish, her eyes unfocused.
There were vomit stains on her clothes. She saw me and tried to speak, then suddenly collapsed to the ground. This terrified me. I quickly helped her up. She forced her eyes open,
raised her hand to touch my face, and mumbled, "You really break my heart," before losing consciousness. What am I going to do now? She seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago.
How could suddenly collapse like this? If you can't drink, just drink less! Really. Now I can't take her back to her house; I'd be yelled at and wouldn't be able to explain myself. I can't take her home either
. My parents are asleep; if I cause them any trouble, they won't get any sleep all night. After thinking for a while, I called a taxi. I booked a short-stay room at a nearby hotel
to rest
and wake her up. I helped her to bed and gave her some hot water. Her complexion looked much better. Finally, I could quietly look at her, the goddess of my life. Her breathing was even, her full breasts rising and falling with it. My mouth was dry; I'd never touched her before, and
now was lying next to me. I couldn't resist reaching out and pressing her breast, but I felt nothing, completely numb from nervousness. Maybe it was the alcohol
, but I felt my blood rushing to my head. I reached out and kissed her lips. The smell of alcohol was strong. But her face was red; she was so beautiful. It
wasn't my first time with a woman. But kissing her made my heart pound like it was about to burst when I stole someone's apple as a child. Suddenly she struggled to
sit up. I quickly helped her. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked. She nodded,

eager to get up. Just as I helped her stand, she vomited, then hurriedly tried to take off her t-shirt, saying, "It's dirty, I need to wash it." I
quickly said, "It's okay, you rest, I'll clean you up in a bit." She lazily looked up at me and said, "What are you doing here? Weren't we just
drinking together?" Then she collapsed onto the bed. I lifted her onto the bed, took a clean towel, and wiped the vomit off her clothes. Suddenly, a
thought flashed through my mind: I should wash her clothes. It would be more comfortable for her to wear them after they dried. Actually, I think everyone knows what I really wanted to do.

I gently removed her t-shirt and bra. My blood rushed to my head. This scene, which seemed like something out of a dream, felt so unreal. I
bent down and kissed her cute, flesh-colored nipples, gently playing with them. It was like appreciating a precious work of art. Suddenly, my cousin started groaning again
, trying to get up in a daze. I quickly covered her with the blanket and helped her sit up. "Do you want some water?" I asked. She shook her head. "I need to use the restroom."

I helped her up, and the blanket fell off the bed. She hadn't even noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body; she just wanted to go to the bathroom. She took one step and almost fell to the floor,
but luckily I caught her. She seemed really drunk. She kept muttering, "So dizzy, so uncomfortable." I said, "It's okay, I'm here..." I
helped her up and led her to the restroom. Then came the problem: this wasn't one of those flush toilets in a fancy hotel; it was a squat toilet. What to do? I asked her, "Can you
go by yourself?" She didn't answer, her body limp. I leaned her against the sink. With a heavy heart,

I helped her unzip her pants. She was half-asleep, I couldn't tell if she'd fallen asleep again. After taking off her jeans, I saw she was wearing a rather sexy, slightly see-through pair of
underwear . Pink, quite cute. The faint blackness in the middle almost made my nose bleed. I helped her sit on the sink. I took off her underwear, and at this point,
I suddenly became bolder. I comforted myself: I'm doing something I have to do. She still had her eyes half-closed, her head drooping weakly. I leaned down to her
crotch and smelled her; a faint smell of urine mixed with her body fragrance, it smelled so good. I parted her legs and gently licked her labia. She struggled again: "I feel uncomfortable,
I need to go to the toilet." I quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll help you..." Suddenly, a scene that only happens in sex movies flashed into my mind. I was instantly excited
and my blood was boiling.

I looked at my cousin carefully... she was really drunk and unconscious. Otherwise, she would never shamelessly let me take care of her like this. I helped her
steady herself on the sink, and then lifted her legs onto the counter. She moved her buttocks off the stage. Then I carefully examined her breathtakingly beautiful private parts…
that pinkish genitals I could never even dream of.
I whistled softly, like coaxing a child to pee, and whispered in her ear, “Pee if you need to, you’ll feel better afterward.” She murmured dreamily
, “Okay…” Then a stream of urine gushed from her urethra. I was thrilled and couldn’t help but bring my lips to it; it was salty, warm, and…
A little bit of urine, smelling of mucus and alcohol, went into my mouth. I swallowed it in large gulps, not feeling disgusted at all. She was my goddess; everything about her was so beautiful and
clean. She peed a lot. It was clear she was completely relaxed while urinating, not feeling uncomfortable at all. After she finished, she shivered slightly, probably a little cold. I
sucked all the urine off her pubic hair. I felt incredibly accomplished.

After she finished urinating, she let out a long sigh. I was still smelling the scent of her genitals, gently licking her vulva. Then, my cousin's stomach suddenly growled
twice, and she let out a small fart. She groggily tried to squat up, and I was afraid she would fall, so I quickly went to help her. Just as I was about to lift her down, I smelled
a bit of pale yellow poop had landed on the sink. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper, collected
the feces, and threw it into the toilet.

Only a little bit of her anus was sticking out; she probably couldn't push it out. Looking at her flushed face, she was so beautiful. She was truly
the dream girl I'd loved since childhood. I swallowed hard, stuck out my tongue, and licked her feces. It was slightly bitter, with a faint stench, but it only made me more
infatuated. I bit into the feces, savoring it. I felt a little nauseous, but I forced myself to swallow it. I imagined it was
something from my goddess's body, something no one else could have. Except me.
Then I used my tongue to clean her anus. It retracted at the slightest touch—so cute, you'd never guess it was a feces outlet, like a
work of art. Perhaps my saliva had moistened it, because she sighed softly in her sleep, her anus dilated, and soft, yellowish feces slowly emerged again, carrying that slightly foul
yet maddening smell. I caught it all in my mouth, not letting a drop spill out, the feces, still warm from my cousin's body, went straight into my stomach.

My cousin finally felt comfortable and fell asleep again, her head tilted to the side. I stared at her blankly,
then lowered my head to kiss her vulva, that taste I had been longing for! I pulled down my pants, took out my already throbbing penis, and pressed it against that flower-like opening, slowly rubbing it, feeling the warm wetness. Then I
thrust it in. My cousin groaned softly in her sleep and frowned slightly. I stared intently at her face, my penis thrusting rapidly. She was finally mine for this moment
.

Her vulva was red from the friction, and white, sticky fluid dripped slowly from my penis onto the floor tiles under the sink. I pulled out and then lowered my head
to lick her vulva clean. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly; she probably felt the waves of pleasure from her lower body even in her dreams. Her vaginal opening kept secreting
a clear, egg-white-like fluid. My penis was so hard it was almost painful. As I thrust, I stared at my cousin's beautiful face, which was less than an inch away, watching her nose twitch
involuntarily . I felt like I was about to ejaculate. No,

I couldn't ejaculate inside, so I quickly pulled out. I wanted to fuck her anus; I'd had this thought for a long time. If I was going to do it, I wanted to do it all over her, to make her
completely mine. I lifted my cousin off the sink, placing her upper body face down on it, exposing her buttocks. My cousin is quite tall, about
1.72 meters, and this position made her light brown anus clearly visible between her buttocks. I reached over and kissed that lovely anus, inserting my finger inside,
feeling the sphincter muscles gripping my finger.

Soon it would be gripping my penis like this. I pulled my finger out, put it in my mouth, and tasted the slightly bitter flavor. Instantly, my penis, like
a scale with something on one end, stood erect. I parted her buttocks, pressed my penis against the small opening, and slowly pushed it in. Perhaps
because she had just defecated, it acted as lubrication, and it went in easily. My cousin unconsciously groaned, her facial muscles clenching noticeably; it must have
hurt quite a bit. Looking at her face in the mirror, I reached out and pulled her hair, lifting her face so I could see her more clearly.
I started thrusting in and out of her anus. I'd only ever seen such stimulating sex in porn before, and today, my dream
had come true . I was so excited. After a few thrusts, the feces from her intestines smeared onto my penis. Actually, you might find it disgusting, but the reason
my penis is still clean after all that in porn is because the rectum has been cleaned multiple times beforehand. Anyone with real anal sex experience knows it's never that clean! But as I said before,
when it 's a beautiful woman I like, I don't care about dirt or stench anymore.

On the contrary, seeing an ordinary, ethereal beauty lose control of her bladder gives me a sense of conquest. If she hadn't been so drunk, I doubt she
would have let she urinated. It's even more unimaginable that she'd been defecated on. I thrust harder and harder; her anus was no longer
sore from being clenched. My penis, covered in feces, provided excellent lubrication, making each thrust go all the way in. I looked at my cousin's face in the mirror and asked, "Sis,
does it feel good?" My nose was filled with the stench of feces, and I finally ejaculated in a state of extreme arousal.

I pressed my penis firmly against her anus, releasing my pent-up desire inside. I forcefully pulled her head to a 90-degree angle, and she groaned in pain. I
quickly pulled my penis out; thankfully, she had drunk too much and was probably numb, so she didn't wake up. As my penis was withdrawn, white semen flowed out first
, followed by runny feces. Her anus was dilated to the size of an egg and didn't shrink back immediately. Watching my cousin lose control of her bladder was
truly stimulating. It's a pity I didn't have a camera. I helped my cousin to the washbasin and sat her up against the mirror, then filled a basin with water to clean her. First, I carefully used my finger to remove the semen
from her anus , then I used a towel to thoroughly wash her vagina and anus.
[The End]

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