NOVEL NEXT Chapter 55: Sweaty Armpits
I grimaced, and my cock surged against Kerry, trembling with her trembling thigh, my lips meandering down her neck, biting into the tender flesh until she trembled under me.
Liar, I said in my mind, and my teeth scraped at her collarbone, and then buried themselves deep enough to cause her to whimper, her nails scraping my arms as claws.
Aunt, I growled, and my voice was rough with lust, and my fingers were clattering deep within her tight, dripping cunt. Her back rigidly jerked away from the rock, her breasts swelling as I curled my fingers to strike her G-spot with painful precision.
"Your pussy is flowing, "I snarled, pushing the thumb against her clit, rubbing it in rough, cruel circles, as my fingers ran in and out of her.
"Your nipples are so hard they cut stone," I pinched them again and got a broken, needy cry out of her, and her body was twitching under my breast.
The moans of Kerry increased in intensity, wildness, her hips jerking against my hand as an animal in passion. D-Dexter--!Ah!--it burns... and it is good... panted, she, with a raw voice, and her fingers scratched the sore of my shoulders. "W-What is this magic? My body… it aches… it needs—!"
None, I scowled; my cock aching at her impatience. "This is a pleasure, Aunt. And you're addicted already." My lips smashed on them, and drank the cries of her mouth, and my tongue thrust down into her mouth, and raped it, as I would have raped her pussy. Whimpering, her body shook, her pussy gripped my fingers like it could not get rid of them.
And then I saw Ada--with her wide-opped eyes, and her mouth agape in dismay, and her chest heaving to and fro at seeing us. Her pussy was certainly stinging, her nipples so rocky like pebbles, her body so confused and aching with need.
A wicked smirk curled my lips. I drew away towards Kerry, whose whimpers of remonstrance, stifled in her throat, I had scarcely hearkened to, and whose eyes I was now avoiding, as I turned to Ada.
"Aunt Ada…" I purred, in a deep, smooth purr, my hands following her thigh, caressing the rim of the wet pussy. "Let me taste your nipples…" My lips went all over her neck, my tongue running out to lick a slow, teasing course up to her ear.
"Aaah, Dexter…" Oh, moaned she, shaking her body, and clinging her fingers to the stone. "Hmmm… It is queer... it is like fire... good...
I swung down, my hands taking her tits and massaging the warm, heavy mass of them against my lip,s and then my mouth closed over one of those hard nipples. I sucked, and elicited a fractured, miserable moan out of her lips--400 points each nipple, it glistened in my sight like a reward to her submission.
"Aaah! Hmmmm—Aaaah, Dexter! Don't stop… Do it harder…!" Ada pulled back, and her fingers twisted in my hair, which brought me nearer, and I followed her instructions, which meant my teeth scraped across her nipple, and then I banged my teeth down to get her to scream.
Aaaaah--!Nnn--It pains... but it is-- Aaaaah—!" screamed, twitching, her pussy sphincterily gripping nothing, full of need. "I-I'm about to burst—! My belly… it tightens… Aaaaah—!" She had a cracking voice, shaky legs, an aching pussy, on the verge of orgasm, which she did not know.
I stopped.
Immediately.
A spasmodic jerk on her body followed, and out of desperation, a whine came to her lips, so I withdrew, and her body lay panting, desperate, her nipples sore, her pussy throbbing with unsatisfied desire.
"Dexter—!No!—" It broke into a whimper on Ada, and her voice shook, and her hands stretched to me, and tore at the air. "W-Why did you stop? It felt… so good—!"
"Because you haven't earned it yet, Aunt," I growled, my fingers pinching Kerry's nipples again, twisting them just hard enough to make her gasp.
I took Ada by the arm with the other hand, and the white, damp curls of her armpit came out, and the musky, sweaty smell of her filled the air. Ada was ashamed of it, but she did not withdraw.
"Dexter… Ah—!" Whimper, whimper, she uttered, and her body was tense as I leaned over and my nose was poked into the damp, soft hair, the smell of the earth and woman of her. "W-What are you—?Nnn—!"
"Mmm…" I grumped, and my tongue darted out to lick a slow, purposeful line of her armpit, and feel the salt of her sweat, the musky quality of her arousal.
The body of Ada was arched off the rock with a broken moaning, a needy sound coming out between her lips, when I was getting those 100 pervert points--even more filthy because her daughter lay so close to her, with no idea of what was being done just a few inches away.
"You like that, don't you, Aunt?" I mewed, my voice a very deep, taunting purr, my lips caressing her flesh. "The thought about me tasting you... licking you... getting you to feel things you never felt before..." My cock was aching with the thought, with the thought of how her body cried, the way her pussy contracted with desire.
Ada whimpered, her cheeks flushing darker, her eyes flicking to her daughter before snapping back to me, glazed with lust and shame. "Y-Yes…" she admitted, her voice a barely audible whisper, her fingers clawing at the stone beneath her. "I like it… Too much… It feels like… like the sky is falling… but good…"
I didn't let her dwell on it. My hands were intentional, and her other arm was raised before my tongue scraped the armpit skin of a sensitive person, and her scent was ingested in an instant. This action won me another 100 points, but the true reward was the manner in which her body jerked in reaction, a new rush of shame and pleasure crushing over her.
Kerry moaned beside us, and her voice was heavy with jealousy. "Dexter… Aaaah—! What about me? My body… it burns too…!" Her fingers caught my arm and held me towards her. "P-Please… Touch me again… Make it stop… Make it feel good—!"
I smiled, and looked at them with a leering eye, and scanned their bodies, trembling with fear, and then turned and looked at Ruth, still asleep, with that dreamy ease. Good, said I, and my voice was a deep, jealous growl. Because I am nowhere through with either of you.
My cock throbbed like a mad, hungry beast as I stared at them, two shaking, desperate women with their pussies dripping, their nipples as hard as hewn stone, their bodies screaming with the want of more of the pleasure that they could not even describe.
The air of the hut was filled with the smell of musk and animal odor of their arousal, of the rough, gasping breathing of the cave, the sting of filthy breath, and the drunken rhythm of the breath.
My hands were thrust out, and I grabbed Kerry by the wrists in rough dominance, and pulled her arms aloft to reveal the damp and matted hair of her armpits.