Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 39

39: Dexter Needs a Pussy 39: Dexter Needs a Pussy Kerry’s voice came in a definitely breathy tone, and she added a lie so very small, it was almost clear.

“I just…

I want your cock to relax, …” She was almost baby-like in her words, but her body contradicted her-her hips were still moving slowly, recklessly in circles on me, her thighs were wet from her own excitement, and her short, eager breaths of air were visible.

I was not able to hold back the urge to fucking test her.

By an abrupt, sharp movement, I thrust my hips forward, my belly hitting hers with a loud slap and a sticky smear.

Kerry became totally out of control and very breathless, let go of a strangled, broken “Aaaaha…..

Dexter-!”, right when Mitt was waking up from his side, his voice cutting the atmosphere as if it were a knife.

“Kerry…” he grumbled, half-asleep, his voice thick with irritation.

“I have to go hunting tomorrow in the morning…

I need to sleep…

Don’t make those disturbing noises…

Let me sleep.” My heartbeat skyrocketed while Mitt was letting out a groan, he rolled over to his other side with a loud sigh, his back now facing us.

Kerry’s air caught in her throat, her voice went down to a shaky whisper, and her fingers still tangled in my hair.

“Dexter…

Is your cock feeling better?

We can’t make Mitt awake…”.

But her hips didn’t seem to care; they were moving against me in slow, grinding, wanting rolls, as if she couldn’t fucking stop herself.

I removed my mouth from her nipple with a wet, disgusting pop; the noise was filthy and loud in the quiet hut.

A small string of saliva still linked my lips to her erect nipple before breaking, the cool air causing her nipple to tighten even more.

“Hm….

Aunt…,” I said with a teasing tone, my amused voice rough, and my lips shining with her.

“It’s okay…

now…

I am fine…” Using my grinning face, I extracted my member from her, the abrupt loss of pressure causing Kerry to give out a whimper, her voice thick with frustration.

“Aaaah…” Her body tensed, her thighs trembling like she was fighting the urge to drag me back, to force me to keep going.

The way her breath hitched, the way her hips twitched-it was all the confirmation I needed.

She was aching for me, her body begging for me to slide back inside.

The air between us was thick with tension, with need, with the unspoken promise of what was coming next.

Then I felt it-Kerry’s hand moved, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her voice laced with surprise.

“Dexter….

your cock…

is still hard…

how can you relax….

you’re lying to Aunt…” I feigned innocence with my voice, gave her a big, innocent look with my eyes, and then I added, “I only don’t want to trouble Aunt…

and interrupt Uncle Mitt’s sleep…” Kerry sighed deeply, her warmth and determination evident as she wrapped her arm around me, “You poor child…” Her fingers stroked my hair, her breath warm against my ear, but her other hand remained wrapped around my cock, her thumb brushing over the slick head.

“Aunt is your family now…

so you can’t lie to us…” Her words were very nice, almost motherly, but her hand that was more tightly around my cock seemed to give another message.

She was touching me, her thumb going around the edge of my head, her breath getting stuck as she understood just how hard I still was.

After that, for effect, I pulled the foreskin all the way back, revealing the very exposed, shining, and swollen head of my cock.

Kerry’s breath was taken away, her voice going down to a soft tone.

“Your cock…

is so hard…

and it is getting even harder…” Her fingers traced the tip, her voice laced with concern and something darker, something hungry.

“Does it really want a pussy…?

But you’re still a child…

it’s not time yet…

to find a girl…” She hesitated, her thumb still circling the head, her breath warm against my ear.

“Does this happen before, Dexter?” I kept my voice soft and innocent, my eyes wide and pleading as I looked up at her, my cock still throbbing in her grip.

“It didn’t happen before…” I let the words sink in, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with just the right amount of vulnerability.

“But I heard from my grandfather…

that only a pussy can help a hard cock calm down…

like you told me, Aunt…

about Uncle Mitt’s cock calming down after he put his seed inside you…” My words just kinda fizzled out, and I glanced at her hand-she hadn’t let go, not even close, her thumb tracing lazy, slick circles over the tip.  The whole hut smelled like wet earth after rain, all tangled up with sweat-hers, mine, the weird musk of us together, and this heat that felt like it should’ve boiled over but didn’t.

Kerry’s breath caught-like she was trying to hold it in, her fingers twitching on top of mine, stalling, almost as if she moved even a hair more, the spell would snap.

She shivered, but, c’mon, it wasn’t because she was cold.

Something else entirely.

Her breath-warm, shaky-slipped against my ear and, yeah, that tore a shiver straight through me.

I almost had her.

That hesitation-unpolished, shaking, still with life-was there, being impaired between us like an unwound bowstring.

I felt her need so strongly, it was like being underwater with no air to breathe.

My heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.

My body was like a spring that was coiled tight and ready to go.

But then she sighed, a broken, resigned one, her voice choking the words like a noose: “Maybe we should start looking for a girl for you, Dexter…” Her fingers, which were slowly tracing irritating and maddening patterns along my length, stopped.

One more movement-slow, intentional, painful-before she moved away.

The shock of her non-touch was an emptiness in my chest, the cold air that came in to take her place making my cock ache.

I wanted to scream in anger and disappointment, my muscles tightening as I struggled with the desire to pull her towards me, to make her continue what she had begun.

Kerry shifted beside me, her voice dropping into something softer, almost gentle.

“You must be uncomfortable…

How can you possibly sleep like this?” Her words were laced with something I couldn’t quite name-pity?

Amusement?

Or was it the faintest hint of envy?

Before I could answer, she turned sharply toward Mitt, her movement abrupt, almost violent.

“Mitt,” she hissed, shaking him by the shoulder.

“Wake up.” Mitt groaned as he rolled over onto his side.

He spoke in a sleepy voice, “W-what?

What is going on, Kerry?” Without blinking, she uttered, “Dexter, it is.

His erection is not going down.” Her words were unemotional, but the voice had a peculiar feature-something very sharp and almost victorious.

“He has to have a vagina to become calm again.

Why don’t we call Ryan and Hina, and find out if there is a girl in the area that is going to Dexter and that we can talk with?” “What?

His-his erection hasn’t gone down yet?” His voice was thick with sleep, but the words shocked him fully awake.

Alarm fire lit the darkness in his brain as he sat up suddenly.

“That is…

that is terrible.

Really terrible.” He took a big gulp and was already off the bed with his legs.

“We have to leave right now.

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