Sorry for the long post, but I have to get something off my chest and I've lurked this site long enough to know majority of you are just as depraved and shameless as I feel right now and I feel solidarity in that. So, here it goes.
My older Male cousin is much bigger than I am. He's so tall, and I'm a tall woman, muscular, and has always bragged about having a huge cock. I know this to be true from my own friends that have had the pleasure of fucking Him and always hype Him up to be the best fuck they've ever had.
My curiosity had grown so much that once a few months back when He visited me, I mentioned I was tired and wanted to lie down, but couldn't sleep without being cuddled. So He followed me to my room and I removed my bra from beneath my shirt in front of Him. I did not look at Him in case I saw rejection. But He said nothing, just followed me into the bed and beneath the covers.
For a while He did nothing but hold me. It was only when I was almost fully asleep did He begin to caress my tits. I knew it. I knew He wanted me. I had always seen the way He stared at my chest, my ass. I knew He enjoyed imagining me beneath Him because I know He is sick and depraved. He wants His own sister too. He is greedy and I love it.
His hands began to knead my breasts but at first I was too afraid to make a sound. All I could do was gently grind my ass against His swelling cock. I could feel it through the thin fabric of my pants and His own jeans.
Then He spoke to me, right in my ear, His delightfully warm breath against me and deep voice so soft, yet so menacing.
"You want me," He said. It was not a question. He knew.
"Yes," I whispered back softly, grinding my ass against Him harder.
"I will take you, but not now. I want to see how far you're willing to go for me. I want to drive you mad," He told me.
True to his word, He did not take me then and has not still yet. But that evening He did whisper the naughtiest promises in my ear as He groped my chest. He turned me onto my back to suck my nipples. He was so kind to let me stroke His huge cock. As much as I wanted to taste Him, He would not let me. He just teased me, telling me I'd best be sure that I wanted Him when the time came.
I needed release so badly, I was so desperate that I grinded myself shamelessly against His knee, fully clothed as I was. He mocked me, egging me on at the same time. I was too far gone to feel shame... I fear I still am.
Since then, all of my horny thoughts have been filled with Him. I can't get enough, no matter what I do otherwise. This isn't right in the slightest. I don't mind serving other Men, I love it in fact, but why does nothing seem to compare to Him?
He wanted to drive me mad, I fear I'm already there...
