The Omnistore System

Chapter 212 69 (R-18)

Chapter 212 69 (R-18)

"What the fuck is wrong with your uncle?" Kevin asked, his expression twisted in disgust as he assisted Keith in removing her sweaty shirt. The soaked garment was flung away.

Keith, still puzzled, aided Kevin in discarding his shirt, asking, "Nothing? Did you notice something?"

"Off? What wasn't off about him? Did you see the way he was eyeing me?" Kevin remarked, recalling the unsettling gaze of the older man on his body, accompanied by the incessant sound of his tongue licking the lollipop, echoing in his ears. 

He was utterly cringed and disgusted by it. "What, checking my potential?" Keith commented as Kevin moved to remove her sports bra, his awkward handling causing her breasts to jiggle. With a still disgusted expression, he gave them a squeeze and said, "Potential for what, being a fuck buddy?"

Unperturbed by his hands on her breasts, Keith unbuttoned her pants and replied, "What are you talking about? It's nothing like that. He's the nicest person I know."

As Kevin took off his own pants while Keith removed hers, he mused in his mind, 'It's because he doesn't want a pussy; he wants cock, or cock in somewhere else.' He shudder even thinking about it. 

"Nice doesn't mean he doesn't have any ulterior motive toward me," Kevin remarked as he stepped into the shower.

Keith followed him, fully naked, her entire body sweaty from their continuous practice. They had been at it since breakfast, through lunch, and her perverted uncle had stayed with them, eyeing Kevin every moment. If he hadn't received any calls, Kevin was sure the man would have entered their room too.

"You're just too tired, Kevin," Keith said with a nonchalant tone. Turning on the shower, she rubbed his chest while pressing her own hard, nipple-erect breasts against him.

Kevin didn't think he was tired, but seeing Keith's advances, he decided not to talk about it more. His hands moved to her waist. "Who said I'm tired?" As he spoke, Keith felt something slapping on her thighs; it was warm and hard to ignore.

Keith smiled, looking down at his hard member aimed at her vagina. With a movement, she took it between her thighs, squeezing it, her arm wrapping around Kevin's neck as she said, "I think this thing never tires down."

Kevin nodded, taking her wet golden hair back from her white, water-drenched skin. He made her look upward, and seeing her smile, he pressed his lips on hers. Not for long, just a gentle exploration. Distancing them, he asked, "Want me to lick you?"

Keith smiled excitedly, nodding, but then shook her head and said, "No, I want to do it in bed while sucking you."

"Ah, you want to 69." Kevin smirked and kissed her once on the lips.

Keith, smiling, nodded and asked, "Why don't you want to?"

"Kill me if I ever say no to this type of thing," Kevin said with a serious face.

Keith chuckled and said, "Then wash up fast. I can't wait to rub my vagina on this face," she said, rubbing his cheeks.

"Hehehe, we'll see," Kevin said, smirking.

Soon, Kevin was lying on the bed with his face up and his penis aimed at Keith. She positioned her face on top of his penis and placed her knees near Kevin's face, with his face between them. Kevin guided her into a position where he could get a good view and easily lick. The water droplets glistened on their intertwined bodies.

"Want me to sit?" Kevin said with a smirk.

Kevin would have said yes, but seeing her pubes, he hesitated. They were not big or prominent, but he didn't like the sensation on his face. He said, "No thanks. Do you know how to suck it right?"

Keith wasn't sure if giving a blowjob one time with his teaching would be enough for her to learn, but now, seeing its head staring at her, she remembered every detail of how to do it, and she nodded. "I know."

"Good," Kevin said and looked at her wet vagina, not because he was aroused, but because they had just taken a shower, and it had a sunny flower scent from her soap.

Using his hands, he spread her outer folds, which were a bit covered in her golden pubes. As he spread them, he witnessed her reddish inner skin and her slightly gaping hole.

But he didn't go directly in between them; he started from her muscular thighs and kissed them near, then sucked on them. He enjoyed the taste even if there wasn't any. He laced them in his kisses and kept sucking.

While Keith was fully focused on sucking him and ignoring the things she was excited about—getting her vagina sucked by Kevin, who was teasing her quite a bit. She wasn't even aware of what he was doing; she just knew his mouth was moving and was fully engrossed in giving Kevin's penis a thorough throat massage. With a gagging sound, she tried to take it down.

Kevin, himself focused on giving her pleasure, finally moved his tongue from her thighs to her vagina. Her hands, coming around from her thighs, kept it spread, and with his yang qi laced tongue, he licked the slightly hard nub on top of it, flicking it with his tongue.

"Mmm..." Keith moaned, the sensations coursing through her body heightened by the simultaneous attention Kevin was bestowing upon her. Though her mouth was occupied with pleasuring him, the quiet ecstasy emanating from her was unmistakable. Kevin's tongue expertly navigated the contours of her innermost self, circling around her clitoris with a rhythmic precision that elicited a cascade of moans.

As Kevin's tongue continued its sensual dance, he introduced the added allure of his fingers. Slowly, deliberately, his digits explored her intimate depths, tracing the delicate terrain and zeroing in on the elusive spot within. Keith's moans grew more pronounced, and in a moment of heightened pleasure, she momentarily withdrew from Kevin's grasp, her hand continuing to pleasure instead.

"God, you're really good at this," she managed to convey between moans.

Kevin, a sly smirk playing on his lips, withdrew his tongue from the tender embrace of her intimate skin, but his fingers persisted in their exploration. "Maybe you could use a lesson or two from the maestro," he suggested, with a playful glint in his eyes.

"I might," Keith responded, a determined look in her eyes. Her gaze shifted to his silvered length, and with a gulp, she seized the opportunity. Skillfully enveloping its head, she guided it downward, overcoming the initial resistance. With practiced ease, she allowed it to travel down her throat, each deliberate motion bringing her closer to a point where her nose gently brushed against his balls.

Her eyes teared up, and with unwavering determination, she bobbed her head, taking him in deeper. Kevin could feel the tantalizing tightness of her throat, a sensation that heightened the pleasure coursing through him.

Keith, in a rhythmic cadence, continued her exploration with deliberate slowness. Her actions, a testament to her dedication, were met with a comforting reassurance from Kevin.

"You can take it slow," Kevin encouraged, his focus shifting to a meticulous dance across her most sensitive regions. His tongue, an artist's brush, traversed the landscape of her desires. The wet and supple textures beneath his touch guided him seamlessly from her responsive clit to the entrance of her inviting vaginal folds.

As his tongue ventured deeper, Keith's body responded with an involuntary jolt, the walls of her vagina embracing the intrusion with a subtle squeeze. Kevin, attuned to the nuances of her reactions, expertly maneuvered his tongue, coaxing responses that spoke volumes.

While the limitations of tongue versus finger or flesh were evident, Kevin was no stranger to the myriad ways pleasure could be woven into this intimate dance. Each movement, a calculated stroke, aimed to elicit waves of pleasure that transcended the physical limitations of anatomy.

In the captivating interplay of desire and exploration, Kevin's nimble fingers, having momentarily freed from the pleasuring he vagina, embarked on a journey of tactile discovery. The initial gesture was a tender squeeze, an appreciation of the softness that defined her alluring curves, particularly the supple contours of her buttocks.

As his fingertips ascended, traversing the landscape of her sensuality, they encountered a clandestine entrance—a realm that responded to his touch with a captivating rhythm of expansion and clenching. It was a silent dialogue, an unspoken invitation to unravel mysteries yet untold. Simultaneously, Kevin's tongue, an adept maestro orchestrating a symphony of sensations, continued its intricate dance within the depths of her femininity.

A mischievous smile played on Kevin's lips as his hands deftly spread and squeezed her buttocks, telegraphing his intentions to the oblivious Keith. Engrossed in her task of pleasuring him, she remained unaware of the approaching ecstasy, the fusion of tactile delights orchestrated by Kevin's skillful hands and fervent tongue.

Kevin, in a choreography of desire, exhibited a nuanced approach. Withdrawing his tongue from the depths of her warmth, he navigated to the pinnacle of her pleasure—her engorged clit. There, his lips found purchase, gently enveloping the sensitive bud, while his tongue worked its magic in a dance of suction and tantalizing strokes. Each movement heightened her ecstasy, a crescendo building with every tender touch.

As his oral ministrations continued their ascent, Kevin's tongue traversed the delicate terrain of her inner folds, exploring the contours with a fervor that mirrored the rhythm of her arousal. Simultaneously, his hands, deft in their motion, embarked on a journey of their own. Fingers gently spread the soft expanse of her buttocks, teasing and coaxing the tender skin into surrender.

The interplay between tongue and fingers became a harmonious duet, orchestrating an exquisite symphony of pleasure. With every breath, her intimate core responded—gaping in exquisite vulnerability, then contracting again.