Chapter 83
My body had been hot for a while, not the kind where I'm dripping wet down my thighs—I know I say that all the time, but it's like that "rock-hard cock" shit guys go on about, you know? If we really got soaked every time we got turned on, nobody would ever need lube in life; it'd just be slide and go. Right then, though, I was wet, feeling that sweet slickness between my legs, hot and sticking to my panties.
When my mouth wrapped around his cock, my breathing changed right away, turning heavy and short, like I'd just run a marathon from thinking about it. The feel of that hot thing in my mouth, the taste of clean skin with a salty edge underneath, the smell rising up strong and insane, making me dizzy. I started sucking the boy hard, shoving the head deep until it hit the back, sucking strong enough to hurt just a little, the kind that leaves a mark. I grazed my teeth on purpose, nipping at the glans—not to show off, but because I wanted to be mean, to watch him squirm and know I controlled his pain and pleasure.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Mariana with her face almost pressed to mine, hunting for a piece of that cock with her mouth, her eyes shining with pure lust, while the kid just moaned low, totally lost.
"Want a bite, cousin? They always say we can't, but this one can—I allow it," I said, pulling off for a second, a string of spit connecting my lips to his red tip, laughing at her naughty face.
"No, biting hurts!" protested the cock's owner, his voice coming out high and thin, trying to shift on the bed.
"And you shut your mouth, you little shit!" Mariana grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, the kind that makes a guy see stars, and I imagined that pain on my own nipple, feeling a good shiver mixed with pity. His scream was real, high-pitched and raw, but it turned into a moan when she let go slow, rolling the balls in her hand like they were toys.
We laughed together, that conspiratorial, wicked laugh, and I went back to the cock, licking from the base to the tip slow, while Mariana went down to the balls, sucking one whole into her mouth, slurping with a pop. His cock jumped in my hand, hard as a log, and I felt the heat rising to my clit just from seeing her there, sharing with me like it was the most fun thing in the world.
"Look at this, cousin, it's throbbing like a heartbeat," I said, flicking my tongue lightly on the head, making him moan louder.
"Let me taste," she said, pushing my head gently, playing, and took the cock for herself, shoving it deep in her throat without gagging, her eyes on mine like she was saying "watch how I do it better." I laughed and went down to the balls now, licking underneath, smelling his strong scent mixed with ours, and nipped lightly at the loose skin, just to make him jump.
"Ow, fuck, you two..." he muttered, hands in the sheets, not knowing if he should thrust or run.
"Shut up and cum only when we say, little shit," I said, coming back up, stealing the cock from Mariana's mouth with a wet kiss along the way, our tongues touching on his head, licking together, taking turns, one sucking while the other licked the side, like two porn stars improvising a scene, laughing between the wet smacks.
She sucked the tip hard, I swirled my tongue on the frenulum, then we switched: me deep in the throat, drooling everywhere, her licking the pulsing veins, both our hands on the cock, jerking together while our mouths worked. The kid moaned nonstop, legs shaking, and we just laughed, competing over who could make him groan louder, nipping, sucking, sharing like that cock was our private toy, and deep down I felt that sweet power, dominating him completely, with Mariana beside me making it all crazier and more fun, no guilt hitting yet, just pure horniness and giggles.
One thing I noticed and got super curious about was that Mariana had a wild fetish for balls—she kept pinching, pulling, and squeezing like she was addicted, some obsession I'd never clocked before. I'd never seen my cousin fuck a guy this up close and personal, and it left me kinda intrigued, thinking "fuck, where'd she get this kink from?" Every time she'd fill her hand with his sack, squeeze hard and tug like she wanted to rip it off, twist slow and put it back, and the boy would howl in pain, voice high and desperate.
"That hurts bad, stop please!"
"Shhh!" she'd say every time he complained, in that bossy, slutty voice—"Take it, you wimp!"
That shit made me a little worried, I admit—I didn't even want to imagine having to take the kid to the hospital with ball problems, like "oh, auntie, Mariana wrecked his nuts during the blowjob with me," and my mom killing me with a lecture over some fuck-up gone wrong. His cock throbbed in my mouth, but the focus was on Mariana's show of abusing the balls, and deep down I felt a heat rising just from watching her in control like that, dominating the poor guy.
"Cousin, wanna sit on it?" I said suddenly, pulling off the cock for a second to get her off there before she broke my new toy, because if she kept going like that, shit was gonna hit the fan.
"Sit on him so I can watch, cousin?"
"Not me—you've seen me ride a ton of times, I wanna see you now!"
She laughed that nervous laugh, tried to dodge, spouted half a dozen lame excuses like "nah, I'm good just watching," but I could see in her eyes she was really embarrassed, that subtle competition of ours about who gives in first. But then she gave in, stripped off all her clothes slow, getting totally naked in front of the bed, her firm tits bouncing a little, and she, horny as fuck, started pinching her own nipples, squeezing hard with her fingers, twisting like it hurt good, the nipples turning red and stiff right away. It was her thing when she was fired up—I'd seen it before, and it turned me on like crazy, watching her abuse herself like that, moaning low just from touching her tits.
I followed suit right away, stripped off my clothes too, getting naked beside her, and when we were both bare, I paused for a moment standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her and feeling my clit throb. That girl really got me so fucking horny, her body exposed like that, the pinches on her tits leaving light marks, her hips tilted like she was teasing without trying. Tommy got a private show that was beautiful to watch, lying there with his hard, crooked cock pointing at the ceiling, eyes wide going from one to the other, not knowing where to look first, and I felt that wave of power.
Mariana came at me like an out-of-control tractor, eyes shining with pure lust, and grabbed me good, her hands flying everywhere like she had four or more. She squeezed my ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling me against her while one naughty hand slid underneath, finding the right spot and shoving a finger in me straight and deep, sending me to the moon right away, my legs buckling like I was gonna collapse on the floor. My whole body shook, a hot shock rising from my pussy to my chest, and I moaned into her mouth because the kiss came hard, sloppy, tongue invading everything with a fresh taste of man's cock still on it, salty and hot, mixed with hers that I knew so well.
Her tits pressed against mine, nipples rock-hard rubbing and almost scratching the sensitive skin, pinching in a way that hurt good, leaving me shivering all over. Her hands didn't stop: one gripping my neck to deepen the kiss, smothering me with pleasure, the other on my ass, spreading and squeezing while the finger inside moved slow, exploring, making me wetter and grind against her without meaning to. I grabbed her hair, yanked hard back to bite her neck, then went back to her mouth, sucking her tongue like it was a cock, my hands sliding down her back, scratching lightly, then to her tits, squeezing those nipples she pinched so much on her own, twisting until she moaned loud in my ear.
We fit together so perfect, fuck, it always blew my mind, our bodies pressing like they were made for each other, belly buttons touching even standing, our pussies brushing lightly in the movement, hot and wet, making me want to scissor right there on our feet. The kiss was hungry, wet smacks echoing in the room, spit dripping down both our chins, and I felt my heart pounding in my clit, legs weak, body begging for more, dominating and being dominated at the same time, because with her it was always like that, a fun fight over who takes charge more, and deep down I loved losing to her in that game.
Tommy watching from there must've been going nuts, and he was the one who'd suffer next, because we both stopped making out at the same time, now with red, drooly mouths, laughing maliciously like crazies in his direction.