My breath hitched as she reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
"Aunt—" I started, but the words died in my throat as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of my cock.
Then she spat.
A thick, warm stream of saliva hit the swollen head, dripping down the cock, and I groaned as she began to rub it in with her palm, her fingers working in slow, torturous circles. The slickness of her spit made my cock twitch violently, pre-cum beading at the tip, mixing with her saliva.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock throbbing in her grip.
Kerry's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around me. "Does that feel better, Dexter?" she murmured, her voice thick with something that wasn't just concern.
"No," I groaned, my voice rough with need. "It's not enough. Only a pussy can calm it down, Aunt. Your pussy."
Kerry's fingers stilled, her breath catching. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're going to have Ruth as your woman soon. Then you won't need to ask Aunt anymore."
I shook my head, my cock throbbing in her grip, the ache almost unbearable. "But I want you first, Aunt," I insisted, my voice raw with desperation. I let my gaze lock onto hers, wide and pleading, like I was begging for something more than just her body.
"You're the best person to me after my mother and father..." The words spilled out, smooth and practiced, my voice trembling just enough to sound real.
"Even though I've only known you today, I can feel your kindness... your care." I let my lower lip quiver, just slightly, like I was fighting back something fragile. "You're the only one who's ever understood me like this."
My fingers brushed against her cheek, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "I want you to be the first to take my cock in your pussy. To make my meeting with you special."
Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling. For a moment, she just stared at me, her grip on my cock tightening almost painfully. Then, with a soft, broken sound, she pulled me into a sudden, crushing hug, her body pressing against mine, her breasts warm and heavy against my chest.
"You silly, silly boy..." she murmured against my shoulder, her voice muffled, her breath hot against my skin. "Your Aunt is old... and a dirty woman... And you're going to have a beautiful girl like Ruth. Yet you're still thinking about your Aunt's pussy..."
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my voice a raw, pleading whisper. "Aunt... I need to put it inside you first. Just once. Before I put it in any other woman." My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against the damp heat between her thighs. "Please, Aunt. Let me make you feel good, too."
Kerry's breath came in sharp gasps, her body arching into my touch. "No..." she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her hips shifting slightly, as if she were trying to press closer to my fingers. "How can you be tainted with a dirty woman like me? I cannot accept it..."
"Aunt, please," I begged, my cock throbbing painfully in her hand. "I'll just put it in once and pull it out. No one has to know. Just once, Aunt. Let me feel you."
I could see the moment she wavered—the way her eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly, her body leaning into mine. She was close. So close to giving in. My cock pulsed in her grip, as if it could sense her hesitation, her need.
"Dexter..." she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Then—
Voices.
The sound of footsteps crunching on the dry earth outside, the rustle of leaves being pushed aside. Kerry's body went rigid, her eyes widening in alarm. She barely had time to pull away before the flap of the hut was drawn back, and Hina, Ryan, and Mitt stepped inside, their laughter already spilling into the space.
Hina's eyes landed on me first, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Dexter..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I've already talked with Ada and Ruth. They've agreed."
She let out a low, throaty chuckle, and Mitt and Ryan joined in, their laughter filling the hut. "They were a bit surprised, didn't want to put a burden on you... But I convinced them."
Her smirk deepened as she glanced at Kerry, who was still kneeling in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her breath uneven. "Now you don't have to trouble your Aunt Kerry. Just trouble your woman, Ruth, with that big cock of yours."
Kerry stood abruptly, her movements jerky, her hands fumbling with the leaves covering her body. "Dexter, quickly," she urged, her voice tight with frustration. "Wear your clothes. I'll take you to meet Ruth."
Hina crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. "But Dexter, is it okay for you to live with Ruth and Ada in their hut? If you want, we can make a hut for you in the morning."
I shook my head immediately, my cock still throbbing, still aching for release. "No. How can I disappoint Sister Ruth by separating her from her mother? With no one to take care of Aunt Ada?"
Kerry's eyes softened, pride shining in her gaze as she looked at me. "Our Dexter is such a kind boy..." she murmured, her voice warm, her hand resting on my shoulder. "He's already thinking of his woman..."
But as she turned away, I caught the way her fingers trembled, the way her breath still came too fast. And I knew—she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
And that knowledge made my cock throb harder.
The air inside the hut was thick with the scent of our desire—my sweat, Kerry's musk, the salty tang of pre-cum that clung to the air like a promise. My cock still throbbed, the tip swollen and slick, pressing painfully against the flimsy leaves covering me.
Kerry suddenly bent down, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers brushing against my thigh as she picked up the leaf skirt from the floor.
She didn't just hand it to me—she helped me tie it, her hands lingering on my waist, her thumbs tracing the ridges of my hips as if she were memorizing every inch of my skin.
"Here," she murmured, her voice low and rough, her breath warm against my stomach. "Let's go, Dexter." Her fingers tightened slightly on the knot of the skirt, pulling me just a little closer, her body pressing against mine for a fleeting second.
"And don't be nervous." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and heavy with something that wasn't just concern. "It is my duty... to help you with your first night with Ruth."
My stomach twisted at her words. Wait—what does she mean? How is she going to help me with Ruth?
Before I could ask, Hina let out a low, knowing chuckle, her smirk deepening as she watched Kerry's hands adjust the leaves around my hips.
"Dexter," she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "maybe you don't know... but in our tribe, the day a man has a woman who follows him, it's the man's mother—or in your case, your aunt—who guides him properly." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her gaze flicking down to the obvious bulge beneath my skirt. "So he won't waste his seed in a hurry... or hurt the girl."
My cock jerked violently, the tip already leaking again at the thought. Kerry's fingers stilled against my waist, her breath hitching just slightly before she forced her voice to stay steady.
"Dexter, don't be sad," she said, her tone soft but thick with something darker, something hungrier. "I, your aunt, will guide you well." Her thumb pressed against the fabric of the skirt, right where the head of my cock strained against it, and I bit back a groan.
Her words sent a jolt of white-hot lust straight to my cock, the cock thickening painfully, pressing against the flimsy leaves.
I could already imagine it—Kerry's hands on me, her voice in my ear, guiding me as I buried myself inside Ruth for the first time. Would she touch me? Would she show me how to please her? Would she—?
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears, my cock aching with the need for release. "Aunt—" I started, my voice rough.
"Shh." Kerry pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes dark with promise. "Let's go, Dexter. Ruth and Ada must be waiting for us." Her hand slid down, her fingers brushing against the head of my cock one last time before she pulled away. "And don't worry... I'll make sure your first time is perfect."
As we walked through the village, the night air cool against my heated skin, Kerry's words echoed in my mind, each one sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock.
The realization settled over me like a fever—hot, heavy, and intoxicating. There was no ritual. No marriage. No vows exchanged under the watchful eyes of the tribe. Just selection—raw, primal, and unapologetic.
A woman to breed. A family to build. A body to claim as my own. And Kerry—my aunt—would be there the whole time, her hands on my skin, her voice a dark whisper in my ear, her guidance ensuring I didn't falter. Ensuring I didn't fail.
The thought sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to my cock, the tip already slick with anticipation, the cock throbbing painfully beneath the leaf skirt. I could feel the dampness of my own arousal, the way my body betrayed just how badly I wanted this—how badly I wanted her.
Kerry's voice cut through my thoughts, soft but laced with something raw. "Dexter... don't forget about Aunt when you have your woman." Her fingers brushed against mine, her touch fleeting but charged. "I didn't expect this day would come so soon."
I turned to her, my voice rough with need. "Aunt... I won't forget you."
Her hand found mine again, her fingers intertwining with mine for just a second before pulling away. The loss of her touch sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in response. "Don't worry," she murmured, her voice thick with something unspoken. "I'll take care of you... and Ruth."
Her words only stoked the fire burning inside me. I wasn't just excited. I was starving—for Ruth, for Kerry, for the promise of what was to come.
As we approached Ruth and Ada's hut, my heart hammered against my ribs, my cock throbbing with every step. Kerry's words had set my mind ablaze, each syllable a promise of what was to come.
I could already see it—Ruth beneath me, her body arching as I pushed inside her, her breath hitching as I filled her completely. And Kerry would be there, her hands on my skin, her voice guiding me, her presence ensuring I claimed Ruth the way a man should.
I realized Ruth's hut was the same place where we'd all gathered for dinner earlier—the heart of the tribe's evening warmth. The fire, still burning strong, sat directly between her hut and the one facing it, its flames licking the air as they roasted the last remnants of meat.
The glow was intense, casting a golden halo over the clearing, and I noticed fresh logs had just been added to the embers, ensuring the fire would last deep into the night.
"Don't be nervous, Dexter," Kerry murmured, her voice low and husky as we stopped just outside the hut. Her fingers brushed against my arm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I'll be with you every step of the way." Her breath was warm against my ear, her words a dark caress.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with desire, my cock aching with the need for release. "I trust you, Aunt," I managed, my voice rough with need.
Kerry's lips curled into a smile, her eyes dark with promise. "Good boy," she whispered, her hand brushing against mine one last time, her fingers lingering just long enough to send another jolt of lust through me. Then, with a final, knowing look, she pushed the flap of the hut aside, the dim light from inside spilling out to greet us.
"Now," she murmured, her voice a dark purr, "let's go make Ruth yours."
The flap of the hut rustled as Kerry stepped inside, her hips swaying just enough to draw my eyes to the curve of her ass beneath the thin leaf wrap. My cock, already half-hard from the anticipation, twitched as I followed her in.
"Sister Ada..." Kerry called, her voice warm but carrying that edge of command she used when she wanted something.
And then she stepped into view.
Ada.
Fuck.
Her wrap was tied loosely, the fabric clinging to her heavy tits, the deep cleavage practically begging for my hands, my mouth. The firelight made her skin glow, highlighting the way her hips still had that swing, that weight of a woman who knew what she was doing. She wasn't young like Ruth, but she was experienced. And that made her dangerous.