Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 51

51: Ada Offering Her Pussy 51: Ada Offering Her Pussy The haze of lust was sliced through by the voice of Kerry, but it was no longer concern that she used, but something uncleaner, something that caused her voice to roll down with a low, sultry rasp.

“Sister Ada…” she whimpered, and her eyes were darting back and forth between us, and her fingers were clenching into balls at her sides.

“Dexter said, only a pussy can soothe his stiff cock…

” Kerry’s words suspended in the air, with implication, and I saw how Ada stopped breathing, how her thighs went.

Ada was looking down at my cock, her lips parting, and her tongue rolled out, slow and deliberate and wet in her mouth, asking to be used.

“Dexter…” she mumbled, her voice shaking with the urge to do it, her fingers jerking at her side as though she was struggling to extend them and embrace me with the aching fulfilment of her desire.

Her excitement scented the air between us, the pledge of musky, drunken perfume of her lust round me like a halo.

I felt the heaving and falling of her tits, the quick shallowness with which she was breathing, her nipples growing rigid in their tightness under the thin leaves.

“What should we do…?” Her voice was little more than a breath, her eyes looking up to meet mine.

It was sincere anxiety there, though beneath it there was something more sinister– something that feeds.

“How can we calm your cock…?” Her fingers brushed against my chest, her touch feather-light, teasing.

“Ruth has fallen asleep… Is there any other way…?” She sucked in her lower lip, and her thighs were squashing together as she tried to relieve the pain between them.  I groaned, and my cock jerked fiercely at what she said, the ache to thrust myself inside her, anybody, nearly intolerable.

The idea of Ada with her lips around my cock, her tongue dipping in circles around the end, her throat opening to me, it sent my balls aching, my pre-cum dripping in thick, desperate drops.

However, I had not yet done that when Kerry broke in, and with sudden desperation, his voice sliced through the atmosphere.

“Dexter…” The tone of Kerry was low, yet with an edge to it, something raw, something real.

Her fingers were curled into the stuff of her skirt, her knuckles white with the struggle of keeping herself.

“If you really want…” she said, swearing, and with her eyes on my cock, and her tongue flicking on her lips as though she was already sucking me.

“I can take it in my pussy.” Her body leaned in closer, and her breath was hot upon my body.

“I hate seeing you so, so hard, so desperate, so desperate.” Her fingers jerked, and her voice went down to a husky, needy murmur, and her fingers moved closer to my cock.

“Let me help you, Dexter… Let me take care of you.” The eyes of Ada opened, and her mouth hung open in amazement.

“Kerry…!” She caught her breath, and she was disbelieving.

“But, Dexter, how can he put his cock in a dirty woman like you?” Her fingers clenched around my arm; her grip was near possessive, as though she was marking her territory.

“He’ll hate us… They will hate him if the tribe knows it– “she had some crack in her voice, though, between the fear, and there was one other thing–a kind of jealousy.

She didn’t want to share me.  Kerry looked at me full in the face, and her dark eyes blazed with shame and need.

“Dexter…” she mumbled, and her voice shook.” Will you hate me, will you hate me, And put my cock in my pussy?”She already knew the answer.

She knew I’d been fantasizing about her tight, wet heat for far too long.

She knew I’d wanted this-craved it.

Her fingers brushed against my cock, her touch light, teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Kerry pressed on, her voice dropping into a husky, desperate murmur.

“Dexter… you can hate me all you want after this.

You can call me aunt with all the disdain you’ve ever felt…” Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, teasing circles.

“But right now… I believe it is more important to calm your cock.” Her hand was moving along my cock, up and down, fingering my cock and sending a shiver of pleasure to my body. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”  A groan tore out of my throat, my hips twitched into her, my cock aching in her.

“Aunt– “The word was a growl, and my voice was as coarse as the need, and my fingers were intertwining her hair, so as to pull it just enough to make her scream.” You do not know what you are asking, Aunt”…

My voice was threatening, my voice was deep.

Her breath stopped, her eyes were lusty, and her fingers were clasped around my cock.

“I know, I know,” replied the governess, and her voice was quailing.  But Ada was not going to be left out.

“Dexter…” Ada’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust like a blade.

“It’s my daughter’s fault… So I should take this responsibility.” Her hand slid down my chest, her fingers trailing lower, lower, until they brushed against Kerry’s, both of them now touching me, claiming me.

“You can put it in my pussy,” she whispered, her voice thick with desperation.

“And I won’t complain… even if you hate me after this.” She pressed her body against mine, her breasts crushing against my chest, her lips brushing against my ear.

“I’ll take it all, Dexter… Every.

Last.

Inch.” Kerry’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking to Ada, her grip on my cock tightening just a fraction.

“Sister Ada-” Her voice was a warning, a plea, but it was drowned out by the raw, animalistic need in the air.

“You don’t have to do this…” but her words were insincere, she said, and did not carry with them.

She wanted this.

She desired to have me, have me buried deep within her.

I could feel it in them both now, in the heave of their breasts, in the trembling of their thighs, in the twitching of their fingers, who would fain touch, would stake.

They had seen Ruth, had seen the manner of her pussy gushing, and the manner of her body convulsing with pleasure, and she screaming my name, as I had been fucking her.

And now?

Now they wanted it.

Knowing what it was like to be pulled open, to be possessed, to be fucked until you couldn’t think straight, they would have liked to know that.

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