Guilty As Cousin update

Peter shuddered, the only response he could make as hands, cool and clever, encircled his cock. Soft fingers explored all the hardness his lust had to offer, but somehow he managed not to come.

He didn't credit himself with any amount of willpower. MJ was in the lead and she showed Kristy how a little gentleness, a little skill, could take him to the edge but not let him over. He saw drop after drop of precum seeping through their playing fingers.

Mary Jane touched her slimy fingertips to Kristy's mouth, giving her a taste she wasn't yet bold enough to get from the source. Kristy joined in on the fun, smearing the precum on Mary Jane’s face and down her neck and even over her supple cleavage. MJ responded in kind, looping her fingers in Kristy's hair and bringing it down to join in catching his spilling fluid.

Peter had never before felt so much like a woman's toy, existing only for her pleasure. That and the pleasure of the girl she trusted him to satisfy. And it made him so hard that he couldn't believe he hadn't come yet.

He returned the favor, fondling Kristy's small, pert breasts as well as Mary Jane's larger, more voluptuous ones. He was endlessly fascinated with how the soft flesh responded to his lightest touch. Their nipples grew turgid, stiffening even at the approach of his caress. When he actually touched them, he solicited a sharp intake of breath. It stunned him how the touching was exciting all of them… being touched as much as touching. 

He took Kristy by the hair and forced her head around with all the gentleness he could muster, until their mouths crushed together. Her lips opened to his, letting his experienced tongue into decadent liquid warmth. He drove his tongue deep into her delight.

Peter knew, as when he was being shared by Mary Jane and Felicia, that he was enjoying an experience few men were lucky enough for. And like when he was with those two women, he was determined to make it as satisfying for the women as it was for his lucky self. As hard as it was not to get carried away and hilt himself into any hole he could get, pounding away until he'd sated all the passion overwhelming him. But right now they were whetting their appetites for him and he would savor that for as long as he could.

“Oh Christ!” he groaned, his voice tiny compared to all he was feeling. “You're too good to me, too fucking good to me!”

Peter would've thought that he couldn't get any more excited than he already was. His body felt like it was on fire, a flame that couldn't grow any hotter. His tendons were corded like the most tightly wound rope and he knew that the urge for release was rapidly eclipsing his desire to restrain himself. But he had no idea how exciting Kristy could be, in her near-total inexperience. Even Felicia, with all her skill, would be hard-pressed to aroused him as much as Kristy's overt zeal to try him out.

She took his girthy member inside her fist, sliding it up to his throbbing crown. Her cool fingers caging his seething arousal felt so incredible that he had to resist screaming as much as coming. He knew he was about to be Kristy's first blowjob.

But Kristy didn't taste him yet. Instead she bowed her head down to his engorged knob, as if in awed examination, and blew through pursed lips onto his cockhead. He'd never felt anything like it. Her soothing breath tried to cool the uncoolable heat of his erection, making it burn all the hotter. Her fingers cradled the pulsing warmth her exhale provoked from him. Somehow he gave her only his heat, not his eruption.

“I think he's enjoying himself,” Kristy giggled, in disbelief that she was bringing such joy to a man who'd been with babes like Felicia and her cousin.

“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned.

“Let's really make him happy,” Mary Jane cooed. “I'm going to teach you everything he likes.”

“Holy shit, you're going to kill me.”

“She is,” Mary Jane told him. “If she can.”

While Kristy blew on the tip of his cock some more, Mary Jane dropped down and stirred the hair on his balls. They tightened every time her breath flowed over them. Peter groaned with the torturous need to drive himself right into the offer of her mouth.

“I've got him so excited,” Kristy gasped. “There's so much stuff coming out.”

“You haven't seen anything yet,” Mary Jane giggled. “Lick him. Get some more.”

Peter all but howled feeling the tip of Kristy's tongue running through the precum dripping down his shaft. She slid her tongue over his seeping glans, slowly drilling it into the hole, drawn away from fresh precum only to get at what had already been shed on his collar. Cleaning it with slow, sensual thoroughness. Peter was ready to sheath himself in Kristy's mouth when Mary Jane drew her clear of him.

“Don't get him too excited,” Mary Jane warned. “Even my tiger can only take so much.”

“Oh shit,” Peter breathed. “You're driving me crazy. How much more can you want me to take?”

“We'll stop just as soon as we've got everything in your balls,” Mary Jane promised him sardonically. “You want to show my cous how much a big strong man can come, don't you?”

He felt Mary Jane’s tongue traipse along the underside of his scrotum.

“Fuck, oh fuck!”

“I didn't know I could make a man feel so good,” Kristy said, licking away every droplet of sperm emerging from his glanshole. “How much does he have in him?”

“You're going to find out, Mary Jane promised. “But maybe not right now. You should see some of how good he can make you feel.”

But Peter didn't want to show her any of that right now. He was too far gone, feeling liquid fire gathering in his balls. At the very last moment of his control, Kristy stopped touching him. Mary Jane quit blowing on his prick and they left it thrumming in the air, towering above his stomach with awe-inspiring potential. It occurred to Kristy that how far it rose above his body was how far it would go into her.

“Don't stop,” he pleaded. “Not now, not fucking now.”

“You'll thank me later,” Mary Jane predicted. “Thank me for teaching Kristy how to give you the kind of blowjobs you'll be getting from now on. Just relax and get used to it.”

Peter didn't erupt. He wanted to. He could've. But Mary Jane and Kristy stopping had given him just enough control to hold back until the pressure in his balls eased off. And for all the agony of denial, every throb of his deflating arousal was like a small orgasm of its own.

“Come on, Mary Jane, get me off. Get my cum. I know you want it.”

“Be patient,” Mary Jane said. “Kristy wants it more. And she's going to see how much you have to offer when she knows what she's doing.”

“Why don't you and I show her?” Peter demanded.

“You're a teacher, Pete. You know she'll learn best by doing.”

Much as he wanted to, Peter couldn't rush them. Mary Jane knew exactly what she wanted Kristy to learn and she was teaching her cousin all of it. Peter could only wait as his pending climax died down, leaving him with only the fuming arousal that any man would have between these two women. His erection blazed, but he was no longer in any danger of exploding.

“Can I kiss him?” Kristy asked her cousin. “Would you mind?”

“You just swallowed his cum,” Mary Jane reminded her. “Here.”

And she leaned in to kiss her. Her sweet tongue pushed into Kristy's mouth, licking away the taste of her husband's precum. She took Kristy's hand and wrapped it around Peter's endowment. Kristy's grip automatically tightened on his prick. Slowly she turned away from Mary Jane, her endlessly working lips finding Peter's chiseled sixpack. He felt her tongue teasing between his abs.

“That’s enough of that,” Peter said, coming to his feet and making Kristy shrink back to avoid him running into her. “MJ, it’s great you wanna teach her how to make it last, but it’s not like I need any help when it comes to endurance. How about you let me show her a few things?”

“By all means,” Mary Jane said, eyes gleaming. “I think I’d like to see that too.”

Kristy could only stand there, still as a department store mannequin, while Peter circled behind her. He slid her blouse open and down off her shoulders, leaving her naked before him, glowing and satin. The graceful curve of her back ending in the luscious sweep of her ass down to the intriguingly sparse hair that was secreted within her tender opening.

Mary Jane took Peter’s place in front of Kristy, divesting herself of what little clothes remained on her so that when she stepped close, her breasts brushed against those of her cousin. She pushed their bellies together next, her thick thighs to Kristy’s slender ones.

Looking over Kristy’s shoulder, Peter could see their pubic hair melding, two shades of red joining until they were indistinguishable from each other. He realized then that Mary Jane was equally as aroused as he was, as eager to try Kristy out and introduce her to the many pleasures of their sex life.

Peter found himself even more eager. Not only would he be deflowering this barely legal treasure—making up, as it were, for his inability to do so during his own teen years—but he’d be doing it alongside Mary Jane, his wife. Both of their ripe, beautiful bodies would be his, to service as best he could, and he knew it would be both an irresistible challenge and a surging success.