Kerry's voice cut through the haze of lust, but it wasn't concern in her tone anymore—it was something filthier, something that made her voice drop into a low, sultry rasp. "Sister Ada..." she murmured, her eyes flicking between us, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
"Dexter said... only a pussy can calm his hard cock..." The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and I saw the way Ada's breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled.
Ada's gaze dropped to my cock, her lips parting as her tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, wetting them until they glistened—begging to be used. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and wrap them around my throbbing length.
The air between us was thick with the scent of her arousal, the musky, intoxicating perfume of her desire wrapping around me like a promise. I could see the way her chest rose and fell, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her robe.
"What should we do...?" Ada asked, her voice barely more than a breath, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. There was genuine concern there, but beneath it, something darker—something hungry.
"How can we calm your cock...?" Her fingers brushed against my chest, her touch feather-light, teasing. "Ruth has fallen asleep... Is there any other way...?"
She bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them.
I groaned, my cock twitching violently at her words, the need to bury myself inside her—anyone—almost unbearable. The thought of Ada's lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, her throat opening for me—it made my balls ache, my pre-cum leaking in thick, desperate droplets.
But before I could answer, Kerry's voice cut through the tension, sharp with sudden desperation.
"Dexter..." Kerry's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it—something raw, something real. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back.
"If you really want..." she whispered, her gaze locked onto my cock, her tongue flicking over her lips like she was already tasting me.
"I can take it in my pussy." She took a step closer, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot against my skin.
"I can't stand seeing you like this... so hard... so desperate..." Her fingers twitched, inching closer to my cock, her voice dropping into a husky, needy murmur. "Let me help you, Dexter... Let me take care of you."
Ada's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. "Kerry...!" she gasped, her voice laced with disbelief. "But... how can Dexter put it inside a dirty woman like you...?" Her fingers tightened around my arm, her grip almost possessive, like she was staking her claim.
"He'll hate us... The tribe will despise him if they find out—" Her voice cracked, but beneath the fear, there was something else—jealousy. She didn't want to share me.
Kerry's gaze locked onto mine, her dark eyes burning with a mix of shame and need. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me... if I put your cock in my pussy?" She already knew the answer.
She knew I'd been fantasizing about her tight, wet heat for far too long. She knew I'd wanted this—craved it. Her fingers brushed against my cock, her touch light, teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Kerry pressed on, her voice dropping into a husky, desperate murmur. "Dexter... you can hate me all you want after this. You can call me aunt with all the disdain you've ever felt..." Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, teasing circles.
"But right now... I think calming your cock is more important." She stroked me, her hand moving up and down my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
A groan tore from my throat, my hips jerking forward into her touch, my cock throbbing in her grip. "Aunt—" The word came out as a growl, my voice rough with need, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You have no idea what you're asking for..." I warned, my voice dark, dangerous.
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust, her fingers tightening around my cock. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Ada wasn't about to be left out.
"Dexter..." Ada's voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust like a blade. "It's my daughter's fault... So I should take this responsibility." Her hand slid down my chest, her fingers trailing lower, lower, until they brushed against Kerry's, both of them now touching me, claiming me.
"You can put it in my pussy," she whispered, her voice thick with desperation. "And I won't complain... even if you hate me after this." She pressed her body against mine, her breasts crushing against my chest, her lips brushing against my ear. "I'll take it all, Dexter... Every. Last. Inch."
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes flicking to Ada, her grip on my cock tightening just a fraction. "Sister Ada—" Her voice was a warning, a plea, but it was drowned out by the raw, animalistic need in the air.
"You don't have to do this..." she whispered, but her words lacked conviction. She wanted this. She wanted to be the one to take me, to feel me buried deep inside her.
I could see it in both of them now—the way their chests heaved, the way their thighs trembled, the way their fingers twitched with the need to touch, to take.
They'd seen Ruth—seen the way her pussy had gushed, the way her body had convulsed with pleasure, the way she'd screamed my name as I fucked her raw. And now? Now they wanted it. They wanted to know what it felt like to be stretched open, to be owned, to be used until they couldn't think straight.
My gaze flicked down to Ada, my breath catching as her fingers trembled against the waistband of her skirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she let the leaf skirt fall at her feet, revealing the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy—already dripping, already begging for me.
Then, without a word, she reached up and plucked away the flimsy leaves covering her nipples, letting them fall to the ground. Her breasts spilled free, her hard, erect nipples standing at attention, dark and swollen with need.
My gaze dragged over her body, devouring every inch—the way her thighs quivered under my scrutiny, the wet sheen of her pussy lips, the way her breath stuttered when my eyes lingered just a second too long. A smirk tugged at my lips as I tilted my head, my expression carefully schooled into one of mock confusion.
"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice laced with saccharine innocence, the kind that made her body betray her with a shiver.
My fingers followed, tracing the soft curve of her cheek before ghosting over her lips—200 points—with a touch so light it was almost an insult.
I didn't rush. My hand drifted lower, skimming the delicate hollow of her collarbone, then sliding into the warm valley between her breasts, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath my palm.
When I finally cupped her tits—200 points each—I deliberately bypassed her nipples, letting my fingers continue their descent. I hovered just above the swollen, glistening heat between her thighs, my thumb brushing against the dampness there, gathering the slick proof of her arousal.
The moment my finger made contact with her pussy—800 points—a slow, satisfied smirk spread across my face.
I let my eyes linger, drinking in the sight before tilting my head in exaggerated confusion.
"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice dripping with false concern, "Are you sick too?" My fingers hovered just above her, not quite touching as I feigned innocence.
"Why is your pussy... dripping like this?" I let the question hang in the air, my tone a perfect blend of curiosity and mock worry. "And your nipples... they're just as hard as Aunt Kerry's."
Ada's cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers twitching at her sides like she wanted to cover herself—but she didn't. She couldn't. Not when my gaze was locked onto her, not when my thumb was already smudging her wetness, teasing her slick folds.
"I-I don't know..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "When I looked at you and Ruth..." Her words faltered, her lips parting as I brought my thumb—glistening with her own arousal—to her mouth.
"It just... it became wet... and started dripping..." Her tongue darted out, hesitating for only a second before she obeyed, lapping at the salty-sweet taste of herself. A broken whimper escaped her as she sucked my thumb into her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut in shame—and lust.
I pulled my thumb free with a wet pop, my cock throbbing painfully against my pants at the sight of her submission. "Mmm..." I hummed, my voice thick with dark satisfaction.
"And now?" My fingers trailed lower, dipping between her thighs, my knuckles brushing against her soaked pussy lips. "Does it still ache, Ada?" I murmured, pressing the pad of my finger against her swollen clit, circling it just enough to make her hips jerk forward.
Ada's breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at my wrist, not to stop me—but to pull me closer. "Y-Yes..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. "It hurts, Dexter... It throbs..." Her gaze flicked to Kerry, her lips parting as if she'd just realized something. "Kerry... are you also sick?"
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the musky scent of arousal—the kind of filthy perfume that made my cock throb painfully against my pants. Kerry's fingers trembled over the waistband of her skirt, her pride warring with the deep, pulsing ache between her thighs.
For a heartbeat, she hesitated, her full, trembling lips pressed into a thin line, her hard nipples already straining against the flimsy leaves covering them. But then, with a shuddering exhale, she let the fabric slither down her legs, the skirt pooling at her feet like a discarded veil of modesty.
Her hands moved to the damp, crumpled leaves clinging to her nipples, her fingers plucking them away with a sharp, desperate tug. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full, the dark, swollen buds of her nipples jutted out, erect and aching, the tips glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
The tight, puckered areolas were flushed deep pink, begging to be sucked, bitten, tormented. A thick, dark bush curled between her thighs, glistening with wetness, the matted curls clinging to her swollen pussy lips.
A slow, steady trickle of arousal dripped down her inner thighs, the sticky, salty-sweet evidence of her desperation shining in the dim light.
"Yeah..." Kerry admitted, her voice a husky, shameful whisper, thick with need. She couldn't bring herself to look at Ada—not when her own body was screaming for me, not when her pussy was flooding, her clit throbbing like a little heartbeat between her legs. Her gaze stayed locked onto me, her fingers twisting together in front of her, as if she were begging without words.
"They've been hard..." she confessed, her chest heaving, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. "For a long time..." Her voice cracked, her nipples tightening even more under my hungry stare, the dark buds aching for my mouth, my teeth, my rough, possessive hands.
My cock jerked violently, throbbing against the confines of my pants as I took in the sight of them—two innocent beauties, now bare and trembling, their pussies dripping, their nipples stiff with need, their bushes thick and glistening with arousal.
And I knew—once they felt my cock stretching them open, once they tasted the pleasure I could give them, they'd be ruined. Owned. Mine.
A dark, possessive growl rumbled in my chest as I stepped closer, my fingers trailing over Ada's collarbone before dipping into the cleavage between her heavy, trembling breasts.
Her nipples were just as hard, the dark, swollen peaks begging for attention, the areolas puffy and flushed, the tiny bumps of her skin prickling under my touch. I pinched one between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp, her back arching, her pussy clenching around nothing.
"Aunt Ada... Aunt Kerry..." I murmured, my voice a smooth, dangerous purr, thick with filthy promise. "Why don't you both lie down..." My fingers trailed lower, over the soft swell of Ada's stomach, teasing the top of her bush before dipping between her thighs. Her pussy lips were already swollen, glistening with wetness, the dark, curly hairs matted with her arousal.
I spread her folds with my thumb, exposing the pink, dripping entrance, the tiny, fluttering hole already begging to be filled. "And let me see if I can cure your dripping pussies..."