Guilty as Cousin update (Patreon)

Mary Jane was close too. Peter could tell by the convulsions of her sex, the way her velvet interior suckled away at his member with every moment it spent in her luscious depths. When she shuddered and backed her ass into his groin, Peter slammed himself in her up to the balls and let go of a flood of white-hot sperm, firing his boiling cum all the way to his wife’s womb. Syrupy and potent, his semen bathed her contracting sex and came pouring back down the length of his shaft to gather at the base in gratifying proof of how he’d inundated her. If she wasn’t pregnant, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Sagging down onto her slender body, Peter worked his stiffness out of Mary Jane, reveling in the slippery feeling of his manhood lost in her whitewashed folds. In the clutching heat and the incomparable caress of her wetness as well as his own.

They parted slowly, sloshing their way into being separate beings once more. Peter staggered back and sat down, his prick still releasing a thin trickle of whiteness as he watched MJ kiss her way along Kristy’s supine body, especially delighting in belly and breast, then locking her mouth to her niece’s lips and giving the dear girl as much gratification as her husband had just gotten.

When Mary Jane rolled off her, Kristy was panting, but she no longer hid behind lowered eyelids. She looked at them both boldly, taking in Peter’s enormously wet member, then at the sweaty nakedness that was what it had done to Mary Jane.

At length, Kristy spoke: “I can’t believe this happened… that I let my aunt… and while Peter, you were… it’s all like a wild dream, but it isn’t, is it? It’s all real and I loved it. Peter, you’re… you have the only cock I’ve ever seen!”

Mary Jane grinned. “Nice to be able to say that, isn’t it? He has a beautiful cock, Kristy, and you’re getting fucked with it. Go on. Say that. It’ll sound almost as good as it feels.”

Kristy swallowed. “He’s going to fuck me. With h-his beautiful cock.”

“That’s right,” Peter said reassuringly. “I’m going to enter you like I did your aunt and fill you up, just like I did her. And that’s not all. You’re also going to swallow it. And eat it from Mary Jane’s pussy. And there’s even more after that. You can imagine everything we’ve done with Felicia—we’re going to do all of that with you too.”

Shivering a little, Kristy lay on her back, her knees drawn up and open, her young body displayed like a feast. Peter could have her whenever he wanted; there was no real nervousness in her, just anticipation. She wanted to scream as loud as Mary Jane had—filled with so much of Peter’s loving fury that there was no denying who she belonged to.

But now that he was free to take her, Peter held back. He would save her untried pussy for later; there was no world in which he didn’t fuck it to his heart’s content.

First, like a gourmet struck by the quality of his meal, he wanted to just look at it. To bask in its scent long before he indulged his taste buds. He came down on her body, Kristy’s warm curves between his knees and shocking at the touch of his balls. He moved his fingers over her ribs, under her arms to those feminine little indentations that felt so precocious when shaved.

He ran his hands over her sleek skin, marveling that anything in the world could be so much like Mary Jane’s flawless perfection, her creamy whiteness. Of course, he had to have them both. And Felicia too. He had to serve all of them until they were as satisfied as such divine beauty deserved.

Fondling her firm breasts, he saw the faint trace of pale blue veins under the white, and could almost perceive the blood flowing to her nipples, making them rise, making them fill with the passion that was overflowing from the rest of her. Cupping her breasts, Peter pushed them together, then maneuvered his body so that he could fit his ready cock into the slot he’d made for himself.

He moved slowly, enjoying himself with each passing moment, sliding his cock between Kristy’s gorgeous breasts, feeling his balls roll across her ribs, all while looking down into her face. Her eyelids fluttered as if still trying to make sense of this wet dream she was in. Pink suffused her cheeks.

Then Kristy bit her lip and made herself look at him, to see the lust Peter held for her as he fucked her tits. Her hands came up to hesitantly embrace his hips, feeling still more of his gently grinding rhythm.

Mary Jane came around, sitting down on crossed legs to seat Kristy’s head on her lap and stroke her satin hair. “It’s even better when we’re all together, isn’t it?” she asked, with a lilt in her words and a teasing smile that said she already knew the answer.

Peter thrust in and out, a little unbelieving that there was so much of this sweet smoothness, so much creamy flesh to massage his cock. Changing position a little, he lunged further, managing to pop his cockhead through Kristy’s joined breasts and up to her stunned, awed face.

“It’s almost to your chin,” he whispered down to her. “I’m going to get to your throat, Kristy. To your mouth and your cheek. I’m going to touch your face with this before I come all over it.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Kristy said, very softly. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

Mary Jane giggled lightly. “But you can believe I’m doing it, right?” She petted Kristy’s cheek. “You’re going to look so good with his cum all over your face.”

Peter’s glans reached her chin. He let go of her breasts, letting them jiggle back into position, and moved up her body to straddle her head. He cupped her cheeks with his fingertips, looking down at a face with a mouth slightly open, excited breaths rushing through soft pink lips. Nervous flicks of her tongue had made her mouth wet as a pussy.

She stared up at his cock, at the bulging knob already jeweled with precum. “I never did this before,” she almost whimpered. “But I just have to open my mouth, right? I just have to open my mouth and you’ll put it in and you’ll fuck my mouth?”

“Just swallow,” Mary Jane told her. “No matter what happens, just swallow. Take all he gives you. He knows what you want and he has it for you.”

And Peter moved his cockhead to Kristy’s trembling lips, feeling the warmth spilling out from inside her mouth, the caress of her breath flying out of her like an invitation.

Peter pressed his knob more insistently into the opening and let her have her hesitation as she experienced the taste of his seed. Then, sensing she’d had enough time for doubt and didn’t want to linger in it, Peter pushed into a mouth held still by Mary Jane’s hands.

He felt himself enter, be surrounded by Kristy’s maw. His cockhead slid along her still tongue and across the roof of her mouth, laving the wet velvet on the other side of her cheeks and going further, further, feeling more and more until his tip touched the back of her throat.

Making little mewling noises as if to prove Peter hadn’t gagged her as totally as it seemed, Kristy began to explore his buried manhood with her tasting tongue. Running it around the collar of his prick, then over the blunt point with its continual sampling of heated seed.

Peter backed up a few inches, relishing the drag of her lips. She didn’t want to let him go so soon. Then she was sucking and he let her. Peter caressed her cheeks with his fingers and rocked his hips back and forth, letting her taste anew his cock while he shifted it back and forth a few inches in her loving mouth.

“Eat my cock, Kristy,” he told her. “Eat it like Mary Jane and Felicia do. You want to be like them, you have to lick like they do, suck like they do. You have to let me fuck your throat like it needs.”

He pumped his cock into her face, making her mouth his pussy just like Mary Jane’s was, and Felicia’s. As with them, he stroked his stiff prick in and out, grunting a little as her cheeks dipped in and her tongue worked to enjoy all it could of his fast-moving manhood.

“Take it easy,” Mary Jane breathed. “Don’t choke her on it. Remember, this is her first time with a cock in her mouth.”

“Is it her first time eating a popsicle?” Peter quipped. “I’ve noticed that when she eats a popsicle, she sucks it nice and deep.”

Mary Jane, flustered, could only smile wryly. She knew Kristy had always been a little flirtatious with her husband. But who would’ve expected that now, like Felicia, she’d be inducted into his little harem?

Peter looked down at Kristy’s face and saw her beaming to have his cock so deep in her mouth, filling it so much. He gave her one last pat on the cheek and moved his hands to Mary Jane’s chest, cupping her breasts, thumbing the stiff nipples, feeling the excited fervor of her hot blood just under the translucent skin.

Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against Mary Jane’s, staring in her green eyes to see her own exhilaration running rampant, her lust at overseeing her niece’s deflowering nearly breaking loose from the redhead. He kept rutting into the wonderful suckle of Kristy’s mouth, powerful throbs running up and down his length, the heat beginning to bloom in his glans where Kristy was worshiping with her tongue and lips.

“She’s sucking good,” Peter panted. “So good. Like she wants to put my cock off. Goddamn… I’m going to come… going to fucking seed that little mouth…”

Mary Jane’s tongue whipped out to wet her lips, so close to his own that he felt a wet little heat dapple his mouth. “Kiss me,” she said, her minted breath cool despite the spice in her words. “Just when you come in her mouth, kiss me and make me take your tongue like she has to take your cum.”

His balls leapt; his shaft throbbed. Peter forced his lips together with his wife’s and kissed her deeply, at the same time pushing his cock so far into Kristy’s clinging mouth that there was no way for any of his cum to escape.

He erupted then, pressing his tongue into Mary Jane’s throat, spurting his sperm into Kristy’s mouth, a geyser of heat that seemed to go everywhere, warming its way down into Kristy’s gullet and filling Mary Jane too from the way she moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue for more.

He felt Kristy’s throat spasming, felt the thirsty pull of her lust at his throbbing cockhead, swallowing his seed even as she fought for more of it from his pulsing balls. Mary Jane was the same way, all hot hunger, delighting in the purge of his lust as if he were draining himself into her and not her niece.

Peter was melted into the two women, feeding their hunger with a part of himself that would stay buried in them like a flag on conquered soil.

The need softened in them. Slowly, relishing as much as she could but not wanting to ruin the moment by dragging it out, Kirsty took her mouth from his cock. There was nothing but her saliva on his knob. She had cleaned him exquisitely.

Peter pulled away from his wife, giving her breasts a last feel as if unable to believe how supremely hard her nipples had gotten. He came up to his feet and went to get a bottled water, certain at least one of them would need it. He drank thirstily from it himself as he came back.