With my Pervert Eyes still blazing, I reached out, my fingers tracing the smooth dip of her navel—100 points flashing instantly. But I didn't stop there.
My hands slid upward, gripping her tits, squeezing them firmly before rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. The points rolled in: 200 for each tit, 400 for each nipple. Every touch was a calculated move, every reaction fuel for the game.
Ruth's eyes suddenly snapped to her mother, her voice breaking with panic. "Aaaaah—hmmm... Mom! Something's gonna—it's coming out of my pussy—I think I'm gonna pee—I can't hold back— Aaaaaaaaaaah! Dexter— Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
I yanked my cock out just in time—because I knew what was coming.
Ruth's body trembled violently, her back arching as her first squirt exploded from her in a torrent of hot, sticky fluid. It drenches me completely—my chest, my abs, even my face—before spraying Kerry, who was sitting too close to avoid it.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah!" Ruth's voice was a broken, desperate scream as her squirt spurted hard, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
And then—
She went limp.
Her body collapsed back onto the stone bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
She'd fainted.
I stood there for a second, my cock still throbbing, my body covered in Ruth's release, my breath ragged. Kerry was dripping, her leaf skirt clinging to her thighs, her fingers finally slipping inside herself as she watched Ruth's unconscious body.
Ada's panicked breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers shaking as she cradled Ruth's limp body in her lap. The sight of her daughter—broken, dripping, and passed out from pleasure—had sent her into a spiral of shock and desire.
"R-Ruth... oh gods, Ruth—!" Her voice was high-pitched, frantic, her eyes wild as she clutched at her daughter's shoulders.
But then—
Her skirt had ridden up.
And everything was on display.
Her pussy lips—thick, swollen, and glistening—were fully exposed, dripping with her own arousal. The inner folds were parted, wet and flushed, the scent of her—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—filling the air between us. A thin trail of her juices had already trickled down to the stone beneath her, proof of how badly she'd been aching for this.
And I couldn't look away.
My cock throbbed, hard as iron, a thick bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip as I took in the sight of Ada—so open, so vulnerable, so fucking wet. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, making my head spin with lust. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, her inner folds parted just enough to tease me with the sight of how ready she was.
Ada's voice was still trembling, her fingers shaking as she finally noticed my gaze. "Dexter—what happened to her?! She's not—!"
I swallowed hard, my voice rough with restrained hunger. "She's fine, Aunt..." My eyes flicked down again—just for a second, taking in the glistening wetness of her exposed pussy—before snapping back up. "She just... came too hard... some women can't handle it..."
Kerry, still stunned from the intensity of what she'd just witnessed, blinked in confusion. "Came...? What does that mean, Dexter?" Her eyes flicked between Ruth's unconscious body and me, her voice laced with doubt and curiosity.
I chuckled, a dark, knowing smirk playing on my lips. They were exactly where I wanted them—confused, intrigued, and completely under my spell. "Aunt... don't tell me you guys have never come like that..." I feigned shock, my eyes widening just enough to sell the act.
Ada and Kerry exchanged a hesitant, almost guilty glance, their cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fascination. Then, in unison, they shook their heads, their eyes wide with awe and confusion.
"No, Dexter..." Ada admitted, her voice trembling as her cheeks burned crimson. "This is the first time we've ever seen something like this..." Her gaze flicked to the pool of fluid beneath Ruth, the glistening evidence of her daughter's intense release still clinging to the stone, to our skin.
She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching nervously as she studied the mess—her daughter's squirt, thick and milky, dripping from the stone, from my chest, even glistening in Kerry's hair.
"Does this mean..." Kerry hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to me, her voice laced with curiosity and suspicion. "It's some kind of technique your grandfather taught you?" Her fingers traced an imaginary line in the air, mimicking the way I had touched Ruth, pinched her clit, and coaxed her into that earth-shattering orgasm. "I noticed you were touching above Ruth's pussy... pinching there..."
I glanced at Kerry, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at my lips. Now was the perfect time to let Kerry's doubts and curiosity work in my favor—to let her fill in the blanks with the myth of my grandfather's teachings. I nodded, my voice dropping into a low, serious tone, laced with just the right amount of mystery and authority.
"Aunt..." I began, my gaze flicking between the two of them, letting the weight of my words settle over them. "My grandfather taught me many things... not just healing, but the art of pleasure as well." I paused, my fingers tracing an imaginary line down my own chest, as if recalling the lessons I'd never actually received.
"He believed that to heal a woman's body, you must first understand every part of her... where she hurts... where she aches... and most importantly..." My eyes darkened, my voice dropping into something deeper, more intimate. "Where she craves to be touched."
Ada's breath hitched, her lips parting as she took in my words, her mind racing with the implications. Kerry's fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... he taught you how to make women feel like that?" Her eyes flicked to Ruth's unconscious body, then back to me, filled with a mix of awe and hunger.
I nodded, my smirk deepening as I stepped closer to Ada, my hand brushing against her arm, teasing her skin with the lightest touch. "He taught me that a woman's body is sacred... that pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin... and that the deepest healing comes from understanding her desires as much as her wounds."
Ada's cheeks flushed deeper, her thighs pressing together as my words sank in. "So..." she started, her voice trembling, "the way Ruth reacted... the way she peed herself... that was because of what you did to her?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice a dark, velvety murmur. "It was because I knew exactly where to touch her... how to touch her..." My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, lingering at her wrist before sliding toward her hip.
I gasped in mock horror, clutching my chest. "Aunt... don't tell me you've never cum that hard before." I shook my head, my voice thick with exaggerated disbelief. "You mean you've never felt pleasure like that?"
Ada bit her lip, her eyes flickering between me and her daughter's limp body. "Dexter... does cumming mean... that when my daughter peed...?" Her voice trailed off, her gaze landing on the mess we were all covered in—Ruth's squirt had drenched us completely, soaking through Kerry's skirt, dripping down my chest, even glistening in Ada's hair.
She looked at us, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. "Dexter... Kerry... I'm so sorry for my daughter..." Her voice was thick with shame, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach out and clean the mess but didn't dare.
I stepped closer, my voice dropping into a low, reassuring tone. "Aunt Ada... It's okay..." I reached out, my fingers brushing against her shoulder, my touch gentle but possessive.
"Actually... that means Sister Ruth felt really happy... and really good... when my cock was inside her..." I smirked, my gaze darkening with lust. "That's why she came... I call it squirting... "
Ada's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock and fascination. "S-squirting...?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the word itself was forbidden, taboo, something she'd never dared to imagine. Her gaze flicked between me and Ruth's unconscious, spent body, her daughter's release still glistening on the stone, on my skin, proof of something she'd never known existed.
I nodded, my hand sliding down her arm, my fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her skin, feeling the way she shivered beneath my touch. "Yeah..." I murmured, my voice dropping into something darker, more intimate, like a secret meant only for her.
"Some women... when they come really hard... when they let go completely... their bodies release like that..." My fingers trailed lower, brushing against the top of her thigh, teasing the edge of her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. "It's the highest kind of pleasure... the kind that breaks you... in the best way..."
Ada's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as my fingers inched closer to where she ached, where she burned. "I-I've never..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing.
She turned to Kerry, her eyes searching for some kind of confirmation, some kind of understanding, and I followed her gaze.
Kerry bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the leaves of her skirt, her own arousal betraying her. She shook her head, her voice soft but honest. "No... I've never felt it either..."
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, charged with a raw, electric tension that made the air hum with unspoken desire. Ada and Kerry both looked down, their shoulders slumping just slightly, as if the realization of what they'd missed—what they'd never experienced—was weighing on them, crushing them in the best, most tantalizing way. The scent of sex—Ruth's squirt, the musk of arousal, the metallic tang of her broken virginity—still lingered, intoxicating, unavoidable.
I couldn't let that stand.
Kerry's gaze suddenly dropped, her eyes locking onto my cock—still rock-hard, throbbing, glistening with Ruth's release and my own pre-cum. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, her voice breathy, husky, thick with lust.
"Dexter..." she murmured, her fingers twitching at her sides, betraying her need. "Your cock... It's still so hard... You haven't released your seed yet..." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. "You must be aching for it..."
I let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, pretending to be disappointed, my hand rubbing the back of my neck as if frustrated. "I..." I started, my voice laced with fake regret, "When I felt like my seed was about to burst inside her... Ruth squirting pushed my cock out... so I couldn't finish..." I glanced down at my throbbing cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, making sure they both saw how badly I needed release.
Ada's eyes flicked to mine, her expression softening with something like guilt—and something else, something darker, something hungrier. "Dexter..." she said, her voice gentle, apologetic, but her eyes were glued to my cock, betraying her true thoughts. "I'm so sorry Ruth couldn't fulfill her duty as your woman... I, as her mother, should have—"
The air between us was thick, suffocating—charged with the kind of tension that made skin prickle and breath come shallow. My hand slammed against Ada's shoulder, my grip firm, possessive, my fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to make her gasp.
"Aunt," I growled, my voice a dark velvet whisper that slithered between them like a promise of sin. My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I leaned in, my cock already heavy, throbbing, the swollen head mere inches from the faintly glowing mark just above her navel.
That translucent dot pulsed like a beacon, begging to be claimed, owned. "It's nobody's fault," I murmured, my free hand sliding down her arm in slow, deliberate strokes, my thumb tracing lazy circles over the inside of her wrist.
I felt the way her pulse jumped beneath my touch, the way her body betrayed her—shivering, arching just a little closer, as if she couldn't help herself.
Kerry's gaze was glued to us, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. There was concern in her voice, but it was drowned out by something far darker—something that made her thighs press together, her fingers twitch at her sides.
"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked onto the thick, veined length of my cock, the pre-cum already glistening at the tip. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and I knew—she was imagining the taste of me, the weight of me on her tongue.
"You must be hurting," she breathed, her voice dropping into a husky, needy purr. "Being this hard for so long... so desperate to release..." Her fingers crept forward, hovering just centimeters away, as if she were fighting the urge to wrap them around my cock, to stroke me until I groaned.
"Let us help you," she pleaded, her voice thick with lust, her eyes dark with the kind of hunger that only came from watching someone else get what you craved.
I didn't answer her. Not with words. Instead, I let my hand slide lower, my fingers trailing down Ada's arm. She let out a broken little whimper, her hips jerking forward, seeking more contact, more pressure.
My cock twitched violently, the need to bury myself inside her pussy—her tight, dripping pussy—almost overwhelming. I could smell her arousal, the sweet, musky scent of her desire filling the air, making my mouth water.