Guilty as Cousin update

But for now, it was their turn to try and entertain each other. Peter felt a flash of excitement. As thrilling as it was to watch Mary Jane with Felicia, this would be a first for Kristy, her first time exploring her instincts and Mary Jane’s first time learning how to please her. It would be interesting to see how much MJ had learned from all their sessions with Felicia.

Peter backed away to the couch, sitting down heavily, with his prick in his hand. It was already throbbing.

Peter watched Mary Jane stroke her cousin’s trembling body; small, clever hands drifting over milk-white skin, cupping the well-formed breasts and fondling the pert little hips. Kristy stood very still, except for the goosepimpling of her skin, and his wife fondled her sparsely haired groin exactly how Peter wanted to.

Then they flowed together onto the carpet, a sweet blending of two identical skin tones, round arms curling and sleek legs sliding. Mary Jane ended up on top, kissing Kristy’s mouth, playing with her petite breasts, one knee fitted between Kristy’s legs and pressed up into her womanhood, moving gently to let Kristy feel the pressure not all at once, but as a slow seduction.

Peter slowly stroked his prick. He couldn’t look away from these two beautiful, naked women, in each other’s arms, fully aroused by each other. His wife kissed down Kristy’s throat and ran her tongue into the valley between her breasts. He saw the red, wet tongue lick over Kristy’s small tits, quickly finding a stiffened nipple.

Mary Jane sucked on it daintily, her fingers playing teasingly along Kristy’s belly, her thighs, then into the space between her legs. Kristy’s hips ground back and forth, her wet pussy riding on Mary Jane’s finger in pumps that drove her pelvis higher and higher.

“Yes, God, Mary Jane!” Kristy gasped throatily. “This is so insane—oh! Oh! But don’t stop! Please keep going! Shit, you’re the best cousin ever!”

Mary Jane’s face slipped down Kristy’s ribs. Her pillowy ass hiked upward, their thighs pressed together, and MJ’s hands stroked the sweat from her cousin’s hips and thighs. She kissed her trembling belly. Peter saw the girl flinch as Mary Jane nipped at the tender skin. Her tongue dove into Kristy’s belly button; Kristy’s hips skyrocketed in answer, showing off all her crisp red thatch and baring the pink slickness of her aroused sex.

Mary Jane buried her face in her cousin. Peter couldn’t see clearly what she did, so he got up from the couch and went to them, his cock throbbing without any help from his own hand. He knelt beside them, eyes scouring their joined bodies for every lurid detail of how Mary Jane was pleasuring Kristy. He saw her red tongue dipping deep into Kristy’s eager pussy.

Mary Jane’s hands weren’t idle; they worked energetically at Kristy’s wonderfully round ass, massaging on one end while her tongue labored away at the other. Kristy’s eyes squeezed shut—her head twisted from side to side like a metronome, working off the countless little murmurs she just had to let out of her wordlessly moving lips. Her pink nipples stuck straight out, quivering as if they were being batted around by the licks Mary Jane was delivering to her cunt.

“Mmmm,” MJ crooned, pushing her lips avidly against the wet folds of Kristy’s snatch. Peter knew how excited his wife got, knew she just had to make her lover feel the same way. If she were with Felicia, now was the time she would have to target the other woman’s sensitive little clit. He saw no reason she would be any different with her cousin.

“I can’t stand it!” Kristy cried out. “Oh! Ggh! You’re driving me insane! It’s too much, too—hnnn! GOD!”

Her hands shot down and covered Mary Jane’s scalp while her legs lifted to wrap around Mary Jane’s head, thighs flexing as the pleasure she’d sought to keep going now all but punished her for her insolence.

She’d been right the first time. She couldn’t stand it. But that didn’t matter to any of them.

Kristy orgasmed. Peter was entranced. He stared hotly as Mary Jane licked away every flowing drop of cream, her tongue and teeth working hard to make sure Kristy kept the delicious treat coming, her cheeks dipping inward as she sucked as hard as she could for more. Mary Jane’s face shone with Kristy’s wetness; Peter could only envy her the succulent taste she got to enjoy.

And Mary Jane didn’t intend to go without it, just because Kristy’s orgasm had ended. She kept lapping away at Kristy’s sultry cunt, her fingers stroking new joys from the tender skin of her ass. Peter could see that his wife liked the taste of Kristy’s pussy as much as she did Felicia’s.

His prick really ached now, its aroused throb having gone from sweetly tinged to an urgent, painful need. He needed to fuck one of them, fuck one of those rich holes, use some of that creamy wetness he could see them both sporting.

He got down on his knees behind Mary Jane and ran his hands over her sculpted ass. She spread her thighs eagerly, knowing how much fun it was to sate his need. But she kept licking away at Kristy’s boiling box too. Kristy could only writhe helplessly, watching Peter loom over the same woman that was eating her out and knowing the sex was only going to get wilder, more decadent… more delicious.

Peter rubbed his swollen cockhead up and down the warm cleft of Mary Jane’s upturned ass, then moved his erection underneath, between her legs. When it sprang up, it snapped against her tender labia. Mary Jane cooed and rolled her ass. She wanted it, wanted to be fucked, but from that angle, she could not get him inside her. Now she knew what it was to wait as Peter had while she went down on Kristy.

Peter didn’t make her suffer long. He reached down and took his prick in hand, aiming the engorged head now at the core of Mary Jane. He shoved his knees between her open legs, forcing them wider apart, and lifted his hips up to delve into Mary Jane’s trembling openness.

She was burning inside, all slippery wet from what she was doing to Kristy, and Peter slipped in easily. He went in and in, not stopping, never stopping, delivering his length to MJ until all of him felt the velvet clutch of her embrace.

Mary Jane moaned into Kristy’s sex, immensely gratified that Peter hadn’t stopped until he was hilted in her. She didn’t think she could’ve taken anything less than each and every inch she’d married.

“Jesus Christ, MJ, you’re like a furnace! And so wet! How good does your cousin taste?”

“Like heaven,” Mary Jane groaned. “Like I knew she would.”

Kristy opened her eyes and stared, forcing herself through the pleasure to be able to see Peter in action. It was so beautiful to watch, much as she wanted to simply shut her eyes and bask in being kissed somewhere she was so vulnerable, so tender. But she had to see what Peter was doing.

Her hands dug into the carpet. Seeing Peter taking his wife from behind turned her on, made her far more sensitive, so that Mary Jane’s continued licking now seemed enough to drive her out of her mind.

“You like that, Kristy?” Peter asked, feeling her eyes on him. “You like seeing what it looks like when I give MJ what she’s begging for? This is it, little girl. This is what she’s addicted to—every day and every night. Look at her ass. She’s grinding it right into my lap, trying to get more…”

Kristy’s eyes went wild, forced to admit that what Peter said was true—however good being cocked by him felt, it was enough to have Mary Jane acting like a wanton whore. Even as her eyes blurred with desire, she couldn’t stop watching.

Her body distracted her with a siren song of its own pleasure, twitching and surging and mounting, full of the sensations that had built into her last orgasm, but Kristy didn’t look away. Peter was so sweet to take care of his slut wife’s needs, even when she needed to be fucked like an animal.

Peter jammed himself strongly into Mary Jane’s womanhood, feeling her inner walls grip her, her flushed cheeks scorching his loins when he fed himself into her to the balls. He grasped her trim waist tightly, making sure not to give her too much and damn sure not too little.

Much as he might like to go all out, keeping his thrusts a little slow and a little steady allowed him to make sweeping circles with his holstered knob, giving his wife more delight than she knew what to do with.

Then he saw Kristy hunching wildly, driving her womanhood into Mary Jane’s mouth like a woman possessed. “Fuck, it’s too much, too much! I’m coming for you too, Peter! I’m coming just like she is!”