Chapter 784: Exploiting Kiba (R-18)
Yet, even as they swallowed every drop, Kiba"s c.o.c.k remained as hard and unyielding as ever. The women, their breaths heavy, looked up at him, their eyes glazed with desire.
"I have an idea!" Tempest said naively, her cheeks flushed.
Ever since she first wors.h.i.+pped his weapon with her mouth, the place between her thighs would get heated and erupt with juices, as if it was hungry.
So she had an idea... perhaps more than her mouth, her p.u.s.s.y would be the one that could get him the relief!
She stood up, her hands trembling slightly as she stripped off her lower dress, revealing her glistening c.u.n.t. Her creamy white skin contrasted starkly with the dark hair between her thighs, wet with her arousal.
Penelope"s eyes fixated on Tempest"s exposed p.u.s.s.y, mesmerized by its beauty and the sheen of juices coating her folds. Kiba"s gaze followed, his c.o.c.k twitching at the sight.
Tempest, blus.h.i.+ng but determined, said, "Maybe this can help."
She pointed to her wet c.u.n.t, then looked at Kiba. "Just like how we used our mouths earlier."
Kiba seemed to understand.
"I see," he said, his voice deepening with primal desire.
He pulled Tempest to him, his face pressing between her thighs.
"Aahh!"
Tempest"s breath hitched, her words dying in her throat as Kiba"s tongue flicked out, tasting her.
She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. She had thought he would enter her, but this—this was something entirely different, something wonderful.
Kiba"s mouth worked her p.u.s.s.y, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness.
Tempest moaned louder, her body arching as pleasure overtook her.
She felt a mix of excitement and guilt, worried that she was taking advantage of him.
But the pleasure was too intense, too consuming...
The jungle air was thick with the scent of pa.s.sion, the sound of the waterfall a distant roar as Kiba"s mouth devoured Tempest"s sweet, dripping p.u.s.s.y. Tempest"s moans echoed through the trees, her body arching and twisting in a pleasure she had never known, her fingers tangling in Kiba"s golden hair.
In the distance, hidden behind foliage, Martha watched this with her jaw slack. She had thought the a.s.s Breaker would attack Tempest... but it seemed she was wrong!
"Just what in the name of the Creator is going on!?"
Martha tried to make sense of things.
What was happening here wasn"t following the scripts of the videos she had seen of the a.s.s Breaker and the women it pounded!
Unlike Martha, Penelope stood nearby, her eyes wide, captivated by the sight of Kiba"s tongue teasing Tempest"s slick folds.
She felt a strange warmth pooling between her own legs, a heat she didn"t quite understand. Her gaze fixated on Tempest"s face, twisted in an expression of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"This is just like the Prophecy!" She thought as her hand slipped between her thighs.
Kiba pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with Tempest"s juices. "Penelope," he called. "Come here. Help me."
Penelope hesitated, but the invitation was too compelling to resist. She moved closer, and Kiba gently flipped Tempest onto her back, positioning her so that both he and Penelope could have access to her glistening p.u.s.s.y.
"Like this," Kiba guided, as if despite the amnesia, his muscle memory remained.
His hands firm yet gentle on Penelope"s shoulders as he brought her down to Tempest"s spread thighs. The sight of Tempest"s glistening, inviting folds up close was intoxicating.
Tentatively, Penelope"s tongue darted out, tasting Tempest for the first time.
The flavor was sweet and musky, a nectar that drove her senses wild. She delved deeper, her inexperience giving way to instinct as she lapped at Tempest"s core.
Beside her, Kiba"s tongue worked in tandem.
"Ohhh G.o.ddd!"
Tempest"s moans grew louder, her body arching with every lick and suck. The combined efforts of Kiba and Penelope were overwhelming, driving her to the brink of a powerful o.r.g.a.s.m. She thrashed, her fingers digging into the soft earth, her cries echoing through the jungle as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Kiba"s hands roamed Tempest"s body, his touch firm yet gentle, amplifying her ecstasy. Penelope, emboldened by the sounds of Tempest"s pleasure, increased the intensity of her licks, her tongue flicking and swirling over the swollen, sensitive nub of Tempest"s c.l.i.t.
"Yessss, right thereeee!" Tempest gasped, her voice a mixture of desperation and bliss.
Kiba"s eyes met Penelope"s, and without a word, they coordinated their efforts, their tongues working in perfect harmony to bring Tempest to the edge. Kiba"s tongue plunged deeper into Tempest"s slick folds, exploring every inch of her while Penelope focused on her c.l.i.t, sucking and nibbling gently.
The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and Tempest"s moans became frantic, her body trembling with antic.i.p.ation. With a final, shattering cry, she came, her juices flowing freely, coating Kiba and Penelope"s tongues.
They continued their ministrations, milking every last drop of pleasure from her until she lay spent, her body twitching with the aftershocks of her o.r.g.a.s.m...
As Tempest savoured her climax, Penelope"s attention s.h.i.+fted to Kiba"s still-hard c.o.c.k.
Without a word, she leaned in and began planting wet kisses along his length, her lips leaving a trail of saliva that glistened in the sunlight.
Her mouth opened, and she took him in, his c.o.c.k stretching her lips and caving her cheek out as she bobbed her head up and down.
Tempest, still huffing from her intense climax, watched Penelope with a mix of fascination and desire.
She moved behind Penelope, her hands reaching to grab Penelope"s hair, guiding her to take more of Kiba"s c.o.c.k.
"Mmm!"
Penelope gagged slightly, her throat constricting around his thickness, but the pleasure Kiba felt was unmistakable.
"Aahh!"
His groans filled the air, blending with the sounds of the waterfall.
Penelope"s inexperience was evident, but her enthusiasm made up for it.
The sensation of Kiba"s c.o.c.k filling her mouth, the taste of his pre-c.u.m mixed with Tempest"s juices, and the raw, primal act of deep-throating him brought her a pleasure she couldn"t fully understand.
Her eyes watered, and her breaths came in short, ragged gasps as Tempest urged her to take him deeper.
In the distance, hidden behind the foliage, Martha watched in stunned silence.
The sight of Tempest shoving Penelope"s head down and the latter appreciating it left her dumbstruck. This was unlike anything she had ever imagined or seen...
Tempest then pulled Penelope"s head back, releasing Kiba"s hard c.o.c.k, now slick with saliva and pre-c.u.m.
"I know what can bring it salvation!" she declared, her voice filled with determination. She pushed Kiba back, making him lie on his back on the soft, moss-covered ground.
Straddling him, she positioned herself above his throbbing c.o.c.k.
She lowered herself, guiding his thick head between her p.u.s.s.y lips.
The initial penetration made her gasp and moan, pain mingling with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched. But she didn"t stop; she continued to lower herself, inch by inch, taking more of him inside her virgin c.u.n.t.
The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a deep, consuming pleasure as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate motions, each thrust driving him deeper inside her. Her moans grew louder, her body arching with each movement.
Penelope watched, her eyes wide with amazement and l.u.s.t she couldn"t put into words.
She pulled her tribal clothes down, revealing her c.u.n.t.
Her p.u.s.s.y was framed by a delicate tuft of dark, curly hair, her folds glistening with arousal. The scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that filled the air.
She positioned herself with her feet on either side of Kiba"s head, lowering her hips until her wet, inviting p.u.s.s.y was just inches from his mouth. She wanted him to eat her as he had eaten Tempest, the thought sending s.h.i.+vers of antic.i.p.ation through her.
Kiba didn"t need further prompting.
His hands reached up, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his face. His tongue darted out, tasting her for the first time.
The sensation was electric, his tongue swirling around her c.l.i.t, teasing her folds.
Penelope moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as he devoured her with the same intensity he had shown Tempest.
The jungle air was filled with the sounds of their pa.s.sion: Tempest"s rhythmic moans as she rode Kiba"s c.o.c.k, Penelope"s breathless gasps as she was eaten out, and Kiba"s deep groans of pleasure.
The waterfall roared in the background, a constant reminder of their wild, untamed surroundings.
Tempest"s pace quickened, her hips slamming down onto Kiba"s c.o.c.k with increasing urgency.
The sensation of being filled so completely drove her to the brink, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. She leaned forward, her hands resting on Kiba"s chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she rode him harder, her cries of pleasure echoing through the waterfall.
Penelope"s own climax was building, her hips grinding against Kiba"s mouth as his tongue worked her p.u.s.s.y with expert precision. Her juices flowed freely, mixing with the sweat and saliva on Kiba"s face. She felt the pressure mounting, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as she neared the edge.
With a final, intense thrust, Tempest"s body convulsed in a powerful o.r.g.a.s.m, her cries of ecstasy ringing through the air. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched around Kiba"s c.o.c.k, milking him for all he was worth.
The sensation pushed Kiba over the edge, and with a deep, primal groan, he came inside her, his seed filling her in thick, hot spurts.
Penelope"s climax followed moments later, her own cries of pleasure mingling with Tempest"s as she bucked against Kiba"s mouth. The waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.
As the three of them lay there, bodies intertwined and breaths heavy, Martha could only stare stupidly...
"What am I to do!?"