Guilty as Cousin 3 (Patreon)

Kristy was rooted to the spot, awash in curiosity. Every look she took at the rhythmically bobbing head between Felicia’s legs broke her heart, but also was a new source of fascination. Little sparks of interest permeated Kristy’s body, prickling and itching as she longed to find out what Felicia was feeling with more and more of her flesh.

How did Felicia’s legs feel, wrapped around Peter’s head? What did her nipples feel like when they seemed on the verge of shredding through the fabric of her bra?

Peter’s finger was stroking harder and harder against the inside of Felicia’s cunt—Kristy could see the bulge it made in her lower belly, starting under her navel and moving downward until it was almost slipping out and almost touching her quivering clit. Felicia seemed teased and tantalized, even when he was actually touching her; he wasn’t touching her enough.

Until a second finger went in. Then his mouth was there, wetly suctioning at the sides of her thighs, working his way to her clit until he brushed his lips over it and Felicia crooned in a mixture of denial and almost-satiation. Her noises drifted out of her like smoke out of a fire and Kristy felt herself melting from the same heat that had consumed Felicia.

“Ohhh, you fuck me with that finger… fuck me better than most men do with a cock, lover… I think… I’m almost… YESSS! I’m commmiinnngg!”

Peter’s head pushed between her legs, lips grasping her slit like a fist, while Felicia trembled and fed him what he seemed to crave, her spasming pussy pressed against his mouth and bucking against his face, defying Peter’s attempts to devour her escaping honey, until he held her down and delved his tongue into her to taste it at the source.

And Felicia could only cross her eyes and wear a look of utter gratitude at this delirious harshness she was receiving.

As she watched the skank quiver through her climax, enjoying the superlative rapture that should’ve been Mary Jane’s, Kristy felt something sear inside herself. Her pussy burned with a blue-hot flame, as though she could exquisitely imagine exactly what Felicia was going through with Peter’s tongue inside her aroused pussy.

Her arousal seemed to crash into her, starting deep inside her hot, clasping sex and moving outward to meet the tongue that should’ve been there if only it was her in Felicia’s place—not the slut, not even her cousin.

Kristy looked down and realized that she had been touching herself, hand rubbing absently and now not-so-absently at the crotch of her shorts. It was wrong, the sight shocked her, but she couldn’t stop. She moved her hand inside her shorts, inside her panties, and touched her hot hole like Peter was doing to Felicia.

She fucked herself like Peter would fuck her—she stared at Peter’s free hand, clasped tight on Felicia’s thigh, like she could walk over and take it and lead it between her legs, to get off like Felicia was getting off. Both of them sharing in the sin of not being Peter’s wife.

And then Felicia was orgasming again and her cries made Kristy feel like it was only the fact that she was being touched by her own slim, insubstantial fingers—not Peter’s—that was keeping her from screaming out in the same delight that was making Felicia come.

“OH SUCK-SUCK-SUCK!” Felicia shrieked. “AAHHH! SHIT! SUCK ME! OH GOD, MY FUCKING CUNT!”

And then it was over—Felicia totally released and Kristy never feeling further away from climax than when she was closest to it.

She lay crouched against the door, no longer touching herself, but covering her ears in a vain attempt to cover up the sounds of the rapture she couldn’t get to. Peter’s pleasured slurping, Felicia’s obscene encouragement—she thought she even heard the reaming of Peter’s fingers forcing Felicia to further heights than she’d already reached.

Tears streamed down Kristy’s cheeks. Her arms filled with goose pimples and she shook all over. She had never dreamed that Peter would be unfaithful to a woman as perfect as her cousin. But there was no denying what she’d seen. The facts were merciless in their overtness.

Then Felicia found her voice again and it reached Kristy loud and clear: “Now you, Spider,” she gasped between one ugly heave and another. “Take your cock out. Gag me with it. Or I’ll scream to the whole neighborhood that you’re the best pussy-eater a woman could ask for.”

Kristy’s eyes grew round. She looked through the keyhole again, only thinking after that she didn’t want to. Peter was standing now, his pants horribly unzipped, and a huge blue-veined erection looming over the bed like the full, physical measure of his betrayal.

Kristy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. No wonder Mary Jane loved him so much. There was oh-so-much to love. Where would she ever find another man like this, now that he’d turned on her for the sake of this trash?

Peter took off the rest of his clothes while Felicia got up on all fours, weaving back and forth and staring at his cock, almost howling like a wolf at the moon. But she waited until Peter put his hand on his head, ready to guide her, ready to force her, before she lowered her mouth over Peter’s throbbing erection.

As her lips covered Peter’s swollen cockhead, he gasped out loud. Kristy’s eyes bulged while she watched the huge phallus somehow disappear into Felicia’s mouth, which did not look nearly big enough to take inch after inch of such enormous girth.

Kristy could only stare, all but hypnotized—Peter’s back arched, his arm flexed, as he shoved his prick further and further into Felicia’s mouth and she graciously accepted it. But he wasn’t just holstering it in her. He was fucking her with it.

Before she took it all, he stopped and used his grip on her head to bob her up and down. Kristy heard her slurping, sucking, the noise of her pleasuring Peter’s cock… it echoed through the room, seeming as loud as Felicia’s cries of ecstasy had been.

Peter groaned. He grunted. His vocalizations seemed more than what Felicia was doing, something within himself flaming up from Felicia’s ministrations. Kristy sensed that whatever they were striving for, it was moments away from happening.

“Suck it, Cat, suck that cock! Suck my cum right into your whore mouth! Suck it, suck it hard, NOW TAKE IT!”

Felicia nodded and gurgled, seeming to want him to choke her with the pistoning shaft that was already bulging out her throat.

“RRGGGGHHHH!” Peter roared and Kristy just knew he was venting out all his lust, all the driving passion that had patiently accrued as he brought Felicia to one orgasm after another, and now it was surging into the white-haired harlot’s mouth and Felicia was swallowing it, swallowing all she could, and no matter how much of a slut she was it was still too much for her, there was even more than she could swallow dribbling down the sides of her mouth and soaking her chin.

Kristy watched as Peter’s body settled back down onto his heels and Felicia reluctantly released his prick from her mouth. It flopped down between his muscular legs.

Kristy was amazed that it was down there, sprawling regally to Peter’s midthigh. It didn’t look soft, in fact it was still rigid, but she didn’t see it throb and it wasn’t bounding up like a rocket anymore. Only leaking a few drops of jism to the floor.

Kristy kept staring at it, expecting it to shrink, but it seemed to swell again, to rise a little higher instead of staying limp.

“Get it up again if you want something in that sweet pussy,” Peter told Felicia. “I’m not giving you my hand again.”

“I’m not sucking on it again,” Felicia panted. “I just didn’t think I could take that monster unless I let some of the air out of the tires first.”

“That wasn’t air.”

“No shit. I can still feel your swimmers in my belly. It’s like they’re still trying to get at my cunt.”

“They can wait in line.” Peter rested both hands on Felicia’s head. He didn’t seem to want her to suck him again, but it still had the desired effect.

Felicia took his flaccid cock in her hands, squeezing the base of it with one set of fingers and stroking the other gently up and down. Then she held it up to her lips and blew on its length.

It was hardening, bobbing in the air already with the fresh lust surging into it. Felicia didn’t seem able to resist. She took his half-hard manhood into her mouth and sucked on it again.

And it wasn’t long before there was too much of Peter’s member to keep between her lips. A sizable length of it extended from Peter’s groin to her open mouth, bristling with eagerness for the vixen being offered to it.

Kristy’s mind demanded that she run off before she could weigh herself down with anymore guilt from so shamefully watching and enjoying this act of infidelity—betraying Mary Jane almost as much as her husband was with this tramp.

But her growing desire kept her rooted to the spot. She knew she could bear any amount of self-abasement in exchange for this glorious spectacle.

Peter thrust Felicia down on the floor and then covered her with his body, her legs already outstretched to either side, letting him in. Kristy got down on the floor herself, watching the lovers through the threshold under the door.

“Put it in, put it in you bitch,” Peter growled as Felicia reached down and took his cock to her pussy.

“There, it’s there, fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck this dirty cunt until you give me as much as you put down my throat.”

Peter pushed his hips in so hard that Felicia’s thighs jiggled with the force that struck between them. Her legs went into the air and wrapped securely around Peter’s waist. Kristy saw his prick go all the way into the woman’s sex; she heard the sharp intake of woman’s breath. Felicia enjoyed the skewering as much as she was able and hurt as much as it had to hurt, having that much stiff cock inside her.

“OOHH YEAHHH! Do it to me, you son of a bitch! Make me come on that cock the way I came in your fucking mouth!” Felicia cried, pumping her sex up so hard she forced Peter to knock her down again with his own plunging thrusts. Crushing her to the ground in grinding strokes that she thankfully seemed to enjoy more than getting to push herself up to Peter and join in on the pistoning.

Her legs levered up again, bumping into Peter’s elbows. He quickly rearranged them, putting her legs over his shoulders so that his upper body pressed down on them when he thrust into Felicia, jackknifing her in half and rendering her cunt all the more vulnerable to his rutting. Both of them made sounds that Kristy could never have imagined coming from anyone in their right mind.

With her legs out of commission, Felicia set in using her hands. She raked her fingernails down Peter’s back, leaving long red streaks across the chiseled muscles. Her full breasts rolled and jiggled when they weren’t crushed to her chest by Peter’s torso; they looked even bigger than when Kristy had first seen them.

She could see Peter’s dick reaming in and out of Felicia, hear the slap of his balls spanking her ass. Kristy stared and she listened as if she could force herself so deep into the experience of them that they were happening to her.

It was a jolt to realize she wanted that. Her body tingled all over. Her breasts felt swollen. Kristy warned herself, remembering how she had masturbated, virtually joining in on Mary Jane’s cuckolding, but that just made her feel even more flushed.

She cupped her small breasts in her hands, felt her yearning nipples through her shirt, and squeezed them between her fingers. She was close again to orgasm. And like she had spurred them on, Peter and Felicia were suddenly moaning, shouting, screaming, all at the same time.

“AAAGGGHH!” Felicia shrieked.

“I’M COMING!” Peter cried.

“YES! YES! YES!” Felicia barked, trembling as if Peter’s cum were doing even more to her than his cock already had.

Kristy looked between their legs. She saw Peter’s seed shooting into Felicia, overflowing around his pumping cock like foam from a champagne bottle, while Felicia gushed like Peter was fucking a water fountain.

Their movements were unbelievably frantic, a rush of sheer adrenaline in sex that seemed to last hours, but could only have been a few minutes. Maybe a minute and a half.

Then they were done, Peter collapsed on top of Felicia, her arms and legs spread-eagled to all sides of him. They seemed utterly exhausted, like they had put all their considerable energy into the fuck, the release.

“Oh God, Spider,” Felicia cooed at last. “That was wonderful! I can’t wait until you show Mary Jane what she’s been missing!”

It took long moments for those words to penetrate Kristy’s awareness, she had so much to take in already. Then they did, and Kristy had the final reason she needed to get up and flee from the scene of her cousin’s loss.