Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 53

53: The French Kiss 53: The French Kiss Kerry took a stuttering breath, and her hands closed her sides, and her thighs shrank together, as though she could soothe the pain by doing so.

“Dexter…” she moaned, with a voice that was thick with a worried and with an erotic tone.

“You’re still worried about us…” Her hand stretched, catching hold of my wrist, drawing me nearer.

“First, we must attend to your cock.” Her glance dropped down to the aching monster, her tongue flicking over her lips as she made out just how hard I was, how the veins throbbed along the heavy shaft, how the pre-cum was already glistening at the furious swollen end.

Seems like it got more difficult than it was before…

She pulled at me, and her voice sank to some husky, filthy murmur.

“Come here…” Her hands were on my waist and in my pants, her fingers were not very firm but very hungry, her nipples rubbing against my arm, very hard and needy.

It would be if Aunt’s pussy would soothe it down…

But Ada was not going to allow her to lead.

“Kerry…” The voice Ada used was like a blade cutting through the fog of lust.

She grabbed me, the tiny shaking hand twisted about my cock first, and Kerry was not able to touch me, the fingers rubbing along the heavy, veined length of my cock through the clothing.

“Let me take care of it.” She looked at Kerry and challenged, and possessively, and her own nipples were aching with jealousy.

“It’s my daughter’s fault… Then it is my fault that I should accept.” I gave a dark and approving chuckle, my hand over Ada as she held my cock.

The thick throbbing cock, hitting her on the belly with a damp obscene noise, the tip already covered with pre-cum, the fat, pearly fall streaming down the distended head.

“Aunt…” I grumbled, with what I called a dirty insult, my fingers intertwining in the hair of Ada, and so on her head I threw it back, so that she must look up at me.

“Why don’t I put it inside both of your pussies…?” My other hand snaked out, gripping Kerry’s chin, forcing her to look at me.

Kerry froze with a breath and her eyes opened wide, and her thighs were trembling as my fingers stroked her swollen clit.

“Dexter…” she stuttered, and her voice broke.

“Is that… okay…?” She cleared her throat and looked up between me and Ada, her disgrace and her desperate, gnawing hunger fighting in her belly.

“I mean… two dirty women…” I didn’t let her finish.

I growled and pushed Kery off the cold, rough bed of the bedrock, her back falling with a soft, gasping thud on the surface.

Before I could respond, I dragged Ada down beside her, their naked quailing forms lying sprawling in my presence–three beauties now, had you included Ruth, who was asleep, and whose own cunt was glistening with the effect of the prior, unnoticed act of filthy, depraved intercourse.

My cock was aching as I towered over them, and the thick, veined cock jerked with need, the pre-cum streaming down the swollen head.

I do stare at those naked, trembling flesh-paintings, their whole bodies, Ada with her big, heavy breasts and her dark, puckering nipples aching to be mouthed, her heavy curly bush, her swollen, dripping lips.

The thinner shape of Kerry, her tight and perky breasts, her nipples as hard as she is, her bush darker and wilder, her pussy already hardening around nothing, screaming to be stuffed.

Oh, it is all right, I purred, in a dark, possessive, hungry voice.

I was making my way up and down the stomach of Ada, passing through the damp, knotty curls of her bush and parting her pussy lips, revealing the wetted, pink mouth.

I gathered the smeary viscose of swollen wet pussy of Ada, and I slipped my fingers between her wet folds, and I got the slickness of arousal that was dripping over her puffy lips.

The air was heavy with, drunken odor of her desperation, and my cock ached and ached with it, against my pants.

Then I did the same with Kerry, my fingers exploring her trembling, flooded cunt, and hoarding the hot sticky nectar which dripped out of her clenching exit.

The squelching noise of their arousal was obscene in the hut, and I put my shining fingers on my lips.

I tasted them gradually, enjoying the combined taste, one sweet and honeyed, the other darker and earthier, musk, and my tongue curled around my body, drawing every drop of their panic out of it.

A growl of deep, guttural sound swam in my chest, my cock twitching with the dirty flavour of them.

“In fact…” I grumbled, rough, dark, and my breath burning their blushed flesh.

“This, I believe, is the thing you two sorely want.” Ada whimpered as her hips went off the cold stone, her pussy paining, her clit beating like a little heartbeat.

“Dexter… aaah” her voice cracking, her nipples hard as pebbles, and beseeching me with their mouth, with their teeth, with their rough, possessive hands.

“Please…” Her nails tore at the stone in which she lay, and her thighs shook, her breath in gasps, painful and desperate.

“My pussy–it began to itch–a lot.” She fidgeted and her ass rose off the rock, her lips of the pussy eying the glutous, swollen meat beneath.

“Hmmm…” The voice that came through her parted lips was needful and whiny, her eyes clouded with lust.

My cock throbbed at the prospect of her need as I sneered.

“Aunt Ada…” Mumumu, said I, in the tone of feigning a kind of alarm.

“Let me take a look…” My fingers followed along her shaky stomach, across the curve of her breasts, touching her erect nipples, and she gave a gasp.

“But first, I suppose I want to see what Aunt has on her lips…” The eyes of Ada went round with surprise, and her cheeks grew deeper.

“My… lips?” she stammered, and her voice shook, and her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips in excitement.

I held myself up against her, and stamped my entire body on her, and my cock pierced her loose belly, and the aching head left a sticky, wet spot on the skin.

A moan, a needy moan, gushed out of Ada as the weight of my aching body annihilated her, and my muscles spasmed against her lower curves.

“Aaaaaah…” It was something mental, and pitiful, her breasts against my breast, and her nipples sore with the rubbing.

I took her lips in a kissing bruise, and my tongue swept in her mouth, and swirled and probed.

Ada sighed into the kiss, and her tongue got caught up in mine, and her fingers tore at my shoulders, and pushed me even closer.

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