NOVEL NEXT Chapter 56: Tasting Ada's Pussy Juice
It smelt to me first of all--earthy, primal, sweaty, wild honey and wet bushes--and it seemed to me like the scratching of a cock. Her hair, which was dark, rugged, shone with a thin coating of sweat, and hung, wet, matted, about her back.
I drew in my nose, my nose, at the juicy, hot heat of her armpit, and sniffed at the crude, intense musk of her flesh. The smell, the smell was primitive, raw, unmistakably feminine.
The system recognized my admiration immediately, serving me with 50 points of perverts due to the act. It was the actual payoff of how her breath caught, and her body tensed with either embarrassment or arousal, that she did not know what to do next, to either pull away or to come closer.
"Mmm… fuck," I said, and my voice was harsh with lust, my tongue extended to lick a long, slow line up her armpit. The flavor burst my tongue--salty, tangy, sweet--including the very flavor of her hopelessness itself.
"You taste so good, Aunt Kerry," I ran a tongue along her wet curls, my lips sliding over the wet skin, and my tongue having fun on the sweat that was on her.
"AAAAh—!Hmmmm—!Nnnngh!" Kerry moaned, and her back bent off the stone. Her moans were hysterical, involuntary, savage--as though an animal finding out how to make fire.
"D-Dexter—!It burns—!Hmmm—! But it feels… so good—!" Her throat scratched, her thighs squeezing into each other, her pussy tightening with desire, filling with even more wetness.
And I went to her other armpit, and my tongue pulled over the sensitive skin, and licked and nipped till she whimpered, and her body went jiggling. The back hair at this part was more numerous and darker and wetter, and I flung myself into it and took the odour of her muskiness and intoxication.
My tongue was working on her armpits, and I could have sworn I was in heaven with the flavor of her sweat, the pure, womanly smell of her body. Another 50 points. I could drown in this smell, I said to myself, my cock aching and pouring more pre-cum just thinking of it.
The moans of Kerry increased in intensity, frenziedness, her hips vigorously thrust against inanimate things, and her entire body demanded more. "Dexter—!Aaaah—!Hmmm—! It seems like... like the sun is scalding my skin..." she panted, clawing her fingers in my arms, she said.
I drew away, with my lips wet with her sweat, and my cock aching to see her desperate. Then I turned to Ada with a foul growl, and my fingers circled down her belly, between the thighs, stroking the rim of her wet pussy.
"Aunt Ada…" I ordered, and my voice was very dark and possessive, and my eyes were fixed upon her big, bewildered eyes. "Spread your legs for me."
"W-What—?" Ada gaped and shook her body, trying to hear the question I presented; her eyes were broad with shock. Yet her body responded even before her mind could argue, her thighs parted, and the polished and swollen music of her pussy and the thick, dark curls of her bush lay matted with sexual excitement.
"I-I don't understand…" she said, and her voice shook, and her fingers tore at the stone under her. "B-But my body… it wants to…"
My cock twitched at the vision of her drying pussy, the manner in which her thighs shook as she parted them further, and begged me to use her. Good girl, I purred, my voice a throaty approving growl, my fingers moving up her inner thigh, rubbing the rim of her pussy lips.
"You feel that, don't you?" My thumb was rubbing in slow, teasing circles against her clit, murmuring. "That ache… that need…" The gasp of Ada was an arching of the back, a pussy throbbing in my hands.
"Y-Yes—!" she screamed, and her voice failed her, and her fingers sank in the stone. "It burns… but it feels… good… Aaaah—!" Her hips trembled in my hand, her body was pleading with me, her pussy dripping with desire.
I laughed deviously, my hands gliding in between her tight, dripping cunt, curling to her G-spot, causing her to back away from the rock. "That is pleasure, Aunt," I growled, and my lips were brushing her ear, and my breath was hot and ragged. "And you're addicted already."
Ada whimpered, and her body shook, and her pussy closed my fingers, and it seemed like she couldn't bear to have them go. "Dexter—!Please!" her voice grated with need, she besought. "It seems, it seems as though the river were rushing through me,... Aaaah—! I need… more—!"
I withdrew, my fingers glimmering with her passion, my cock aching with the vision of her neediness. Then I turned to Kerry, who was standing there with gasping with hungry eyes, her own pussy aching with jealousy.
" Aunt Kerry…" I grumbled, my voice deep with directness, my hands upon her thighs, and parted.
"D-Dexter…" if her voice broke, her breath ragged, she whimpered. "It is like the fire is licking inside me... Aaaah—!" My fingers stroked quicker, her pussy overflowing with lust, her nipples aching with the desire of my hand against them.
I withdrew, flaunting a wicked grin on my lips, and redirected the focus to Ada, abandoning Kerry, panting and desperate as her pussy ached with unspent desire. I would have liked to play with her, to make her see me bestowing the attention she desired on Ada, and letting the jealousy within her burn like a wild fire.
I stared at Kerry, my voice a low, maddening purr. "Aunt Kerry…" I was murmuring my fingers moved over the stomach of Ada, and dipping toward her wet pussy without touching it.
"Let me heal Aunt Ada first…" My gaze flicked down to Ada's pussy, already leaking wetness onto the stone bed, glistening droplets pooling beneath her.
"Look…" I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers collecting the sticky wetness before bringing it to Kerry's lips. "Taste her," I commanded, my eyes locked onto hers.
Kerry was hesitant, and her tongue would come out to involuntarily lash her lips. "B-But, Dexter…" I was, said she, stammering, and flushed with shame. "It's dirty—!"
"Taste it," I said, repeating my words with firmness and pushing my fingers against her lips. "Or do you not mean to help Aunt Ada get well?"
Kerry looked at Ada, who stood by, with doe-like eyes, and her pussy aching and her body aching to be relieved. Kerry, with a jerk of her lips, thrust her tongue out, licking the shining drops on my fingers. There came a shrill whimper, and her fingers were fisted together at her side.
"It tastes…" with a shaky voice and trembling eyes, she said, her words spoken with a shudder. "Like salt... and something sweet... "Her tongue came out once more, touching her lips with its tongue and not being sure whether she could still taste Ada on it. "Dexter… what is this…?" she said, with a raw voice, confused and lustful.
I smiled, immoral and jealous, and then I concentrated all my energy on Ada. I kissed her, and my tongue would follow the line of her body, and taste her collar bones, and breasts, and pick her hard nipples until she moaned, and her back would curl towards me.