Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 50

50: Lessons About Orgasms 50: Lessons About Orgasms Ada nibbled at her lip and glanced back and forth between me and the lifeless body of her daughter.

“Dexter…

does cumming mean…

that when my daughter peed…?” Her voice was cut short, her eyes fell on the mess we were all covered with–the squirt of Ruth had soaked us all through, wetting Kerry right through the skirt, dripping down my chest, and even glittering in the hair of Ada.

Her face was a horror and fascination at the same time.

“Dexter… Kerry… I’m so sorry for my daughter…” The shame in her voice was so thick, and her fingers were so twitchy that she would have liked to reach out and clean the mess, but was not allowed.

I moved nearer, and my voice lowered to a low, comforting pitch.

“Aunt Ada… It’s okay…” I touched her, my fingers caressing her shoulder, my touch soft yet proprietary.

“Actually… that means Sister Ruth felt really happy… and really good… when my cock was inside her…” I smirked, my gaze darkening with lust.

“That’s why she came… I call it squirting… ” The eyes of Ada opened, her lips were opening in amazement and wonder.

“S-squirting…?” she said again, hardly more than a whisper, as though the word itself were a taboo, a forbidden thing, which she had never dared think of.

Her eyes went up and down between me and the unconscious, wasted form of Ruth, whose liberation was still shining on the rock, on my own flesh, evidence of a thing she had never been conscious of.

I nodded, and my hand dropped down her arm, and my fingers pressed in slow, teasing circles on her, and I could feel how she shivered under my fingers.

“Yeah…” I said, and my voice dropped in, more personal, a secret, a secret which only she knew.

“Some women, when they come hard, when they relax all the way through, their bodies spurt like that…” My fingers moved downward and touched the top of her thigh, rubbing her pussy, and touching the warmth of her.

It is the best of pleasures, it is the pleasure that ruins you, in the best sense of the word…

It made Ada stop her breath, her thighs squeezing together as I moved my fingers towards the pained place, the part that she burns.

“I-I’ve never…” she stuttered, and her voice tremulous, and her face all flushed with a mixture of shame and desire.

She looked up to Kerry and sought some sort of confirmation, some sort of understanding, and I trailed her eyes.

Kerry tore her lip, her fingernails clenching in the material of her dress, her excitement being the enemy of her.

Her voice was kind, but sincere, and she shook her head.

“No… I’ve never felt it either…” The silence in the hut had been oppressive, smothering, and of a quick, electric nature, which caused the air to be pervaded with unspoken longing.

Both Ada and Kerry glanced down, with their shoulders dropping down, not much, but as though they were feeling the loss of whatever they had missed, whatever they had never touched, pressing on them, crushing them in the most pleasant and the most tantalizing way.

The smell of sex, the squirt of Ruth, the musk of arousal, the metallic smell of her violated virginity still lingered, intoxicating, irresistible.

I couldn’t let that stand.

I could see Kerry glance fall and her eyes fixed on my cock–hard, throbbing, wet with Ruth and my pre-cum.

Her lips were parted, her tongue flicked in and out and licked them, her voice hollow, hoarse, heavy with sex.

“Dexter…” she murmured, her fingers twitching at her sides, betraying her need.

“Your cock… It’s still so hard… You haven’t released your seed yet…” Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry.

“You must be aching for it…” I gave a deep, artificial sigh, feigning indignation, and my hand rubbed the back of my neck in frustration.

“I… When I thought my seed was going to pop in her,” I began, and my voice was full of feigned regret.

“Ruth squirting, threw my cock out…

so I could not finish…” I looked down at my sore cock, giving it a slow, ponderous stroke, so that they could see how agonizingly I needed release.

Ada’s eyes flicked to mine, her expression softening with something like guilt-and something else, something darker, something hungrier.

“Dexter…” she said, her voice gentle, apologetic, but her eyes were glued to my cock, betraying her true thoughts.

“I’m so sorry Ruth couldn’t fulfill her duty as your woman… I, as her mother, should have…” The air between us was thick, suffocating-charged with the kind of tension that made skin prickle and breath come shallow.

My hand slammed against Ada’s shoulder, my grip firm, possessive, my fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to make her gasp.

“Aunt,” I growled, my voice a dark velvet whisper that slithered between them like a promise of sin.

My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I leaned in, my cock already heavy, throbbing, the swollen head mere inches from the faintly glowing mark just above her navel.

That translucent dot pulsed like a beacon, begging to be claimed, owned.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” I murmured, my free hand sliding down her arm in slow, deliberate strokes, my thumb tracing lazy circles over the inside of her wrist.

The warm, sultry skin on the inside of her wrist was touched by my thumb, tracing lazily, almost reluctantly, little circles, simply because it felt good to touch the pulse fluttering beneath my fingers–costing her, and I did not know till it was too late.

And then there was the rest of her–her body bending in, very slightly, as though she were struggling with it and losing.

A shiver went through her, and she gasped, and I knew.

She couldn’t help herself.

Didn’t even want to.

Kerry stood motionless with her eyes stuck to me as though she had never seen anything like it before.

The parting of her lips was such as to admit without hesitation those sudden, jerky breaths, and her blue eyes lifted and fell at this moment as though she had run a mile.

She sounded worried, alright, I could hear that, but not only worried.

Not when her thighs came together, so, not when her fingers continued to leech against her legs, agitated, as she did not know where to place them.

“Dex…” Ada’s voice was soft, weak, as though she were attempting to say something, but in the process, her brain had short-circuited.

Her eyes–then there were her eyes–they were staring full at me, or, to be more exact, that side of me.

Stout, greasy, already oily at the point.

She came out with her tongue, a little flick of it across her lower lip, and I did not have to be a mind-reader to guess what she was thinking of.

How it’d feel in her mouth.

How I’d taste.

How her breath had stutteringly risen as she knew I had caught her gazing?

Yeah, that told me everything.

She was no longer thinking about it.

She wanted it.

Bad.

“You’ve got to be in pain,” she purred, voice falling into a husky, needy growl.

“Being this stiff for so long… so eager to ease the urge…” Her thin fingers wiggled closer, floating within inches like she might resist jamming them in her cunt, wringing me dry.

“Tell me..

how can I help you..

calm it down..,” she begged, her voice lustrous with lust, eyes dark with that terrible kind of hunger that only comes from watching someone else receive something for which you longed.

I didn’t answer her.

Not with words.

Instead, I allow my hand to travel down along the surface of Ada’s arm.

She gave a ragged whimper, thrust her hips forward, faster and harder, wanting more and more contact.

My cock spasmed so horribly, the urge to drive myself into her pussy -her tight, wet pussy- almost took me over.

I could smell it, her arousal as her desire hung in the air, sweet and musky and sending my mouth watering.

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