Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 52

52: Making Kerry Jealous 52: Making Kerry Jealous I looked down at Ada, and inhaled sharply with her fingers shaking on the waist of her dress.

She dropped the leaf-skirt slowly, deliberately, at her feet, and the slew of the skirt showed the glittering, distended folds of her pussy–glistening already, already beckoning to me.

But instead, saying nothing, she stretched up and pulled away the loose leaves which hid her nipples, and dropped them to the ground.

Her breasts would spurt out, her nipples so hard and erect, and so dark and swollen and in need.

My gaze dragged over her body, devouring every inch-the way her thighs quivered under my scrutiny, the wet sheen of her pussy lips, the way her breath stuttered when my eyes lingered just a second too long.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I tilted my head, my expression carefully schooled into one of mock confusion.

“Aunt Ada…” My voice was saccharine innocence, my voice with its murmur; the type of voice that shivered her body with disbelief.

My fingers traced it, and the gentle curve of her cheek, then touched her lips, 200 points, so lightly that, in a way, it was an insult.

I didn’t rush.

My hand drifted lower, skimming the delicate hollow of her collarbone, then sliding into the warm valley between her breasts, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath my palm.

I took the liberty of skipping her nipples when I finally cupped her tits, 200 points each, and allowed my fingers to go further.

I was right over the distended, gleaming heat between her thighs, my thumb touching the dampness there, picking up the smooth evidence of her excitement.

The moment my finger made contact with her pussy-800 points-a slow, satisfied smirk spread across my face.

I stayed and gazed, and absorbed the view in a daring way, then threw back my head in a ridiculous, disoriented manner.

“Aunt Ada…” I said, and I was whispering, and my voice was dripping with feigned alarm,” Are you ill too?” My fingers were nearly touching her, without being in actual contact, as I pretended innocence.

“Why is your pussy, dripping like this?” I left the question suspended, and my intonation was just the right amount of inquisitiveness and feigned concern.

“And your nipples…

they are as hard as Aunt Kerry’s nipples.” Ada turned flushed all crimson, and her fingers jerked by her side as though she wanted to cover herself–but she did not.

She couldn’t.

Not when I was staring at her, not when my thumb was already rubbing on her wetness, by her moist folds.

“I-I don’t know…” stammered she, and something shook her voice.

“When I looked at you and Ruth…” She stumbled on her words, her lips opening, and I pressed my thumb–slick with her arousal of its own–to her lips.

“It just… it became wet… and started dripping…” Her tongue poked out, and in another moment, she was slurping at the salty-sweetness of herself.

A whimper, which broke as she sucked my thumb in her mouth, fluttered her eyes shut in shame–and lust.

I made a wet pop as I pulled my thumb out, my cock aching at the very thought of her submissiveness, against my pants.

“Mmm…” My voice was deep with a dark satisfaction as I hummed.

“And now?” My hands followed down, rubbing down her thighs, my joints sliding against her wet slit.

“Does it still ache, Aunt Ada?” I groaned, rubbing the tip of my finger on her swollen clit and circling the tip of the tip just enough to jerk her hips forward.

Ada gasped in her breath, and tore at my wrist with her fingers, not to hold me back–but to draw me to her.

“Y-Yes…” whimpered she, her voice breaking.

“It hurts, Dexter… It throbs…” Her eyes moved towards Kerry, and her lips parted, as though she had just woken up to something.

“Kerry… are you also sick?” The air in the room thickened, heavy with the musky scent of arousal-the kind of filthy perfume that made my cock throb painfully against my pants.

Kerry’s fingers trembled over the waistband of her skirt, her pride warring with the deep, pulsing ache between her thighs.

She paused a heartbeat, and her full, trembling lips were drawn in a thin line, and her hard nipples were already as tight as could be squeezed against the flimsy leaves that shielded them.

But, with a shuddering breath then, she slipped the stuff over her legs, and the skirt lay huddling round her feet like a snuffed-out veil of chastity.

Her hands were clawing the wet, crunchy leaves that stuck to her nipples, her fingers ripping them off in a desperate, sharp tug.

Her breasts were loose, full, and heavy; the dark and swollen points of her nipples stuck out, erect, and painful, the ends shiny with a light sheen of sweat.

The narrow, bony areolas were flushed deep pink and cried to be sucked, bitten, tormented.

She had a thick, dark bush between her thighs, wet to the touch and clinging to her swollen lips of the pussy.

A sluggish, gradual drop of excitement trickled down her inner thighs, the sickly, salty-sweet proof of her desperation glowing under the dim light.

“Yeah…” Kerry confessed, with a hoarse, embarrassed whisper, filled with desire.

She could not even get the strength to look at Ada–not when her own body was screaming in her, not when her pussy was flowing, her clit aching, like a heartbeat, between her legs.

Her eyes remained fixed on me, the fingers revolving between each other in front of her, as though she were imploring.

“They’ve been hard…” she said, her heart throbbing, and her breath coming in fast, choking spurts.

“For a long time…” Her voice came out as a squeak, and her nipples were even stiffer than before to my starving glare.

My cock twitched outright, purging in the seals of my trousers as I watched the view of them two innocent beauties, now naked and shivering, their pussies wet, their nipples erect with want, their bushes full and glistening with sexual excitement.

And I knew–when they had felt the dick of my cock pry into them, when they had experienced the delight they might receive at my hands, they would be destroyed.

Owned.

Mine.

My heart rumbled with a dark and possessive growl as I drew nearer, and my fingers were sliding across her collarbone towards the crevices between her heavy, shaking breasts.

Her nipples were as solid as well, the dark, swollen summits pleading to be touched, the areolas swollen and red, the little bumps of her skin stinging me.

I squeezed one between my fingers and turned it in my hands just to make her yell, her back arch, and her pussy fluttered.

“Aunt Ada… Aunt Kerry…” I purred, and my voice was cool, sinister, heavy with base vowels.

“Why don’t you both lie down… so that I can take a look at your pussy and find a way to heal them.” My fingers were running down the roundness of the stomach of Ada, tickling the top of her bush, and riding down between her thighs.

Her lips of the pussy had already turned bright red, moist, and the hairs that grew there, dark, curly things, were meant to be smoothed.

I unzipped her folds with my thumb and revealed the pink, dripping port, the tiny, fluttering mouth all ready to be stuffed.

And I would like to watch you know if I could heal your dripping pussies…

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