The time [m]y girl[f]riend’s cousin sucked my dick

I’d never done anything like it before and, truthfully, I was not sure I’d enjoy it but, my girlfriend insisted.

It was a murder mystery party.

We’d been invited by her family who was celebrating her little brother turning 21, so it was kind of a big deal for him. My girlfriend and I had been dating for a while so I knew her family pretty well, including her Aunt and Uncle’s family which consisted of three daughters; the youngest was 17, the next was 19 and then there was Megan, who had also turned 21 earlier that year. As you could guess, the one the story is about. They’d all been invited because the game called for something like 10 or 12 people.

The murder mystery was pirate-themed and, man, I felt goofy being all dressed up like I was. Everyone else was dressed up, too, though so once we got there the feeling started to go away. My girlfriend had drawn the part of a nun, she had donned an old black graduation robe and thrown a black scarf over her head. It was fitting for her character but didn’t show off any of her figure, of course. I had drawn an “ex-pirate” and learned that my character had a secret lover within the party.

We were one of the first to arrive and we made small talk with her parents until the rest of the party arrived. Her cousins were the last to get there. Megan walked through the door wearing a long skirt and a low-cut corset sporting a generous amount of cleavage and holding her girls up like the supportive father she never had. She’s a petite girl, maybe 5’4″, 100 lbs and I’d say a nice, full C-cup. I’d met her before, but I had never seen her like this! I stared for a moment too long before greeting them all with hugs saying how nice it was to see them again.

We got to the introduction of characters and – lo and behold – who should be that “secret lover” of mine but Megan. I didn’t mind, of course for the fact that it meant I had more of an excuse to look at her, but she was also, genuinely a cool person and we got along well previously.

Know, going into this, that I had no forethought about going further than pretending for the sake of the game.

The game went as I assume most murder mysteries go, everyone trying to figure out the other characters’ secrets and such, finding out who killed the pirate Captain or whatever. Throughout the game, I kept catching myself eyeing Megan’s cleavage. It was magnetic. I’d catch it out of my peripheral vision and it would draw my eyes right to it.

A couple of times she caught me and I’d just pretend like I was looking at her name tag or would glance away in a different direction. I just couldn’t stop myself. She didn’t seem upset about it, though. In fact she got a big grin on her face a couple times.

Our characters were working together and she was actually doing quite well. I did okay but, hey, I was distracted. But all, in, all we were having fun being “secret lovers”, even cracking some jokes and little innuendos.

We were nearly at the end of the game with about 30 minutes left when she grabbed my hand and pulled me to a back hallway saying, “Hey, I have some juicy gossip!” She led me into the bathroom in the hallway and closed the door behind us with the light still off. This seemed unusual in that moment, to say the least.

But, then.

I felt her hand on my shoulder and her warm breath on my ear as she leaned in and said, “You’ve been staring pretty hard, haven’t you?” I immediately felt flushed, grateful the lights were still off because I’m sure I was beet red. I stammered a bit but said, “What kind of gossip is that?”

“Oh, it’s just the word on the ship.” she said, still playing on the pirate theme, “how do you answer the accusation?” She said, circling around me to the front, keeping a finger on me, tracing my shoulder around to my chest.

I’m not sure I’d ever been more turned on in my life.

“How can I resist when such a pretty lady puts herself on display?” I replied, keeping up the theme.

“True, I just feel bad.”

“Why?”

“My secret *lover* has to endure the torture of simply looking.” For whatever reason, Megan maintaining the pirate facade was so hot.

“I suppose it’s my cross to bear, the pirate who never touches the booty.” God, I thought I was so genius, but maybe it was also really cheesy. Whatever, because it worked.

“Huh. Maybe I can help? I’ve always wanted a pirate to take my booty” She said, equally as cheesy. Her hand glided down my arm to my hand. She grabbed my hand lightly, took a step forward to bring her closer to me and placed my left hand on her ass.

I wanted so badly to make a booby-trap reference at this point cause, you know, but my brain just wasn’t working. Instead, I, gently but firmly grabbed her other ass-cheek with my right hand and pulled her in closer. She leaned around me and fiddled with the door handle for a second, finding the lock. I knew it was going down, then. I had seen one of those plug in wax melt things that have a night light in the wall and I flipped that on so I could actually see what was happening.

“Oh, hey there, Pete.” She said, using my dumb pirate name. “You can get a good look in now, I don’t mind.”

God, what a sight it was, staring down her corset into her beautiful cleavage. She took one of my hands and guided it to her beautiful breast. I traced her breast on the edge of the corset and then up her chest. I leaned into her and started kissing, one hand on her ass the other still on her chest. We kissed for a minute before she broke away.

“This is a one time thing. Don’t. Say. Anything.” She said, I nodded. She pulled a string tied in the center of her corset that loosened it. She pulled the loose corset down, revealing her magnificent pair. She stepped toward me again and I took her bare boobs in each hand and kept kissing and fondling. Her hand made its way to the front of my pants where dick was as hard as a cannon. She rubbed me on the outside for a bit before she undid the button and reached down my pants. We kept this up for a quick minute (we did have to make it quick after all, people were going to start wondering where we’d gone.)

She knelt down and fuckin’ released the Kraken. All 7 1/2 inches of throbbing mediocrity stood at attention while she began the single best blow job of my entire existence. Entirely because of the circumstances, but I digress. I stood there, leaning my weight on the bathroom counter, hand on her head while she sucked me off. She’d suck for a few seconds then take a breath, looking up at me while I was writhing in silent pleasure and stroking my dick. Her boobs swayed with her hand movements and it turned me on all the more.

I knew I wouldn’t last long, and we had to get back to the party anyways. After maybe two more minutes had gone by, she turned up the heat and whispered while stroking me more vigorously, “Cum on my tits.” That was all the push I needed to send me over the edge and I fulfilled her request. I came all over her gorgeous tits and she sucked my dick clean once I had finished.

She smiled and stood up again. “That was fun. I’ll see you out there, Pete.” I fixed myself and left her to clean up the mess I made. In all, about 12 minutes had passed and no one had even noticed we were gone. She came out a couple minutes later and we finished the game while throwing grins at each other the rest of the time.

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