Aaaaaaaah hmmmm..." With a whimper, Ada ran her fingers through my hair, and she pulled me nearer, as I dipped my tongue around her belly button, and licked it roughly, gaining another 100 points, and it made her body tremble. "Dexter... hmmm—!" She had a breathy, needy voice, and her pussy missed more.
My hand was wandering about her pubic hair, stroking her thighs, caressing her wet curls of bush; however, never touching her pussy. "Dexter..." Her voice shook, her hips jerked wildly against my palm as Ada whined. "My pussy... it feels strange... I feel like... I'm going crazy—!"
I stared at Kerry with his dark, lustful eyes and mischievous eyes. Aunt Kerry, I thought, with a foul growl, and my fingers stroking up and down the inside of Ada's thighs. "Help me spread Aunt Ada's legs..." To my order, that I may see a fair sight of her.
Kerry nodded, her face blushing with jealousy and lust, her fingers grabbing the knees of Ada, parting her legs apart. And now the pussy of Ada was bare, all shiny and swollen, her clit pulsing, her juices dripping down her.
I bent down, and my hot breath fell upon her pussy, causing her to shudder. "Aunt..." I spoke; it was a deep, purring, mural utterance. I will put my saliva in it and see whether it will be any better.
Ada's eyes widened in shock. "W-What—?No, Dexter! It's dirty!" My hands had reached her asscheeks before she could complain, and had opened them, 100 perverted points to each asscheeks. Dickying, pink, tight as her asshole clenched as I tugged her cheeks.
"Aaaaaah Dexter—!" Ada screamed, and her body was shaking, her pussy aching with desire. "I feel like... Aaaaah—! My pee is gonna come... like Ruth—!"
I put up to her hips and brought my face down to within eye level of her asshole, which was stretched and bare as Kerry parted her legs.
I shrunk my nose up into the forbidden warmth of her ass, sniffing the musky, intimate smell of her--clean but bestial, an odour that is a hint of secrets and submission. The system responded and overwhelmed me with the image of 1000 points of pervert, because this system also knew how serious this sin was.
Kerry stood and looked with horror and fascination. "Dexter..." she said, with a shaking voice. "What are you doing...? It's a dirty place... Don't touch there—!"
I pushed my nose against the anal hole of Ada Kerry, and her gaze opened wide with horror and fascination. "Dexter..." she said, and pulled her fingers on my shoulder, her breath coming.
I did not pay her attention, and I touched the fine lines of Ada's butt, then it was brought into my fingers, and the tight pink ring was stretched under my fingers. "Aunt..." I said, in a low, purr of mock, "I am curing Aunt Ada... Don't disturb me..." My thumb was rubbing its thumb against the puckered, smooth flesh, and it tightened and loosened just like something alive.
"It looks like your pussy and nipples are hard..." I growled, my cock throbbing as I watched her asshole clench around nothing. "Because this hole is clenching too..."
Whimpering, the body shook, Ada, the asshole spasmed under my fingers. "Dexter..." with trembling and breathless protest, she complained, her voice all weakness and confusion and lust. "It feels... strange..." She was squirming her hips, her pussy was dripping with need, and her nipples were hard as pebbles.
I chose to lie to them more, to make their innocence dark and dirty. I bent over, and my hot air brushed over the ass of Ada, and it contracted in pain.
"Aunt Kerry," I said, false and serious in my voice, look, look, my fingers parted the ass cheeks of Ada, and revealed the tight, pink hole she possesses in all its glory. "Aunt Ada's asshole is winking..." I lie, my thumb against the ring, so it throbs and squeezes. "As if it's breathing..."
And Kerry, as my eyes so wide with shock and wonder, and my breath tightened up, as she saw the anal opening of Ada squeeze in my hand. "R-Really...?" Oh, she stammered, and her voice shook. "Sister Ada... your ass-hole... it is alive--!" Her fingers were jerking on her sides, and her own pussy tinged with curiosity and need.
With a broken, humiliated whimper, and flushed with shame, Ada let out. "Dexter..." Yes, yes, said she, shaken. "Is that the reason...?" She looked down on her own body, with hardened nipples, pussy wet, and asshole stiffening as I looked at it. "Why are our pussies dripping water and nipples hard?"
My voice was a dark, knowing murmur of a nod. " Yes, Aunt, "I said, and my fingers were on the asshole of Ada, making fun of the tight ring. I touched it again with my thumb, and it clenched.
The body of Ada shuddered, the moans increased, becoming more active, more wild, her pussy being full of need. "Dexter... please—!" asked she, and her voice was rough with need."The way it is, it is like the wind is blowing inside me... Aaaah—! I need... more—!"
Kerry's fingers were clasped in fists, and her pussy was aching with jealousy. "Dexter..." as she requested, with her voice breaking. "Is mine... alive too...?" Her eyes were darting over to her own asshole, her face flushed with shame and interest. "Does it want to be touched...?"
Devilish and jealous, I smiled. Why not? I asked myself, and purred like a dirty black cat.
I grabbed Kerry and wrapped my hands around her hips in harsh possession and threw her over to her stomach in a single movement. I parted her wide, I gasped, and revealing the tight, flushed-pink ring of her ass-hole, the sensitive, near-shaking ring of it.
The creases tightened automatically as I got my thumb against the forbidden opening, tantalising well enough to cause her to squirm. The system reacted accordingly, giving me 500 pervert points in the intimacy.
Even the weight of her asscheeks beneath my palms was intoxicating, each one earning me 50 points—soft yet firm, yielding to my touch like they were made to be claimed.
"Aaaah—!Dexter—!" Kerry cried, her body jerking, her asshole clenching around my thumb. "It feels... strange—!Hmmm—!" Her voice was raw, desperate, her pussy flooding with need.
"See?" I moaned, my thumb going round the asshole of Kerry, and it spasmed and unspasmed at my fingers. The small surrounding ring twitched like an animal and responded to each of my actions.
"It's breathing too..." I bent over, and my hot breath brushed against her anus, which shivered her, and her body trembled with lust. "Just like Aunt Ada's..."
Ada was on her wobbly legs, and her eyes were big, staring at the bottom of Kerry, as my fingers moved in and out of his arsehole. "Really, Kerry...?" I said, she trembled, with amazement and interest.
"Dexter said my ass was also like that...?" Her hands were grasping her breasts, and her nipples were hard, her pussy aching with curiosity.
I said yes, and my voice was a false, comforting yes." Yes, Aunt," I breathed, and my fingers were going over the asscheeks of Kerry, separating them.
"Yours was also like that..." I bent up, and my breath became hot against her flesh, causing her shudder. "Don't worry, Aunt..." I purred, and my voice was a dark teasing promise. "I will definitely heal you..."
A wicked plan formed in my mind. I decided to deceive them further, to spin a lie so filthy, so convincing, that they'd beg for my cock—and bring me more women to "heal".
I paused, my fingers still circling Kerry's asshole, my voice dropping into a serious, false tone. "Aunt..." I murmured, my gaze flicking between them.
"First, we need to clean your asshole..." I pressed my thumb against the tight ring, making it clench. "With my saliva..." I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe over her asshole, making her body jerk with shock and pleasure.
"Aaaaaah—!Dexter—!" Kerry cried, her back arching, her asshole clenching around nothing, her pussy flooding with need. I pulled back, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice a dark, knowing murmur. "So we can see if your pussy stops dripping..." I trailed my fingers over her asscheeks, teasing the creases of her asshole.
"And see if your hard nipples return to normal..." I paused, my gaze locking onto theirs, my voice dropping into a hesitant, false concern.
"If not..." I stopped, letting the silence hang in the air, making their hearts race.
Kerry and Ada became terrified, their eyes opened. "Then...?" Kerry--asked, tremulously. "What happens then, Dexter...?" Her fingers raked the stone; her body was shaking with anxiety.
Ada clutched my arm, and her voice cut with concern. "Is it dangerous, Dexter...?" Her breath came in a hitch, her pussy aching with need and terror.
I shook my head, and my voice was a false, reassuring murmur. "It's not dangerous..." I hesitated, and the look I gave her was feigned. "But healing... requires..." I paused, which left the words suspended, and their fancies frantic.
Kerry was panicking in his voice. "Requires what, Dexter...?" She looked at Ada and was pale-faced. "If it's herbs... I may ask Mitt to bring them tomorrow!
I still shook my head with a shaky voice of false confession. "Aunt..." I mumbled and looked at them. "There was something I was not telling you..." I hesitated, and my voice fell to a serious, trusting pitch.
Rapidly, Ada and Kerry bent forward with curiosity and fright. "What is it, Dexter...?" Ada asked, her voice a whisper.
I looked at them, my voice a dark, confessing murmur. "Aunt Kerry..." I began, my fingers trailing over her thigh. "Haven't I told you that my grandfather... gave me herbs to make my cock stronger...?"
Kerry nodded under the impulse of remembering. "Yes..." she murmured, her voice soft.
I went on, with a low, secretive growling. "Aunt..." I murmured, my gaze darkening. "Well, the thing is that those herbs did not only make my cock stronger..."
I stopped, my hands following the wet lips of Kerry and toying with them. "And bigger... thicker..." Her breath came in with a hisp, her pussy tightened, her nipples ached.
"Those herbs also brought me a special ability..." I purred something dark and teasing.
A puzzled and curious look came and went between Ada and Kerry. "Special ability...?" Ada suddenly asked. "Is it as hunting... or something..."
I shook my head, my fingers sliding up to circle Kerry's asshole, making it clench. "It's about my seed," I murmured, my voice a filthy, knowing growl. Their eyes widened in shock. "Your seed...?" Kerry stammered, her voice raw with confusion.
My gaze locked onto theirs, unyielding, as I let the silence stretch just long enough to make them squirm. "You know those herbs made my seed stronger..." I said, my voice a low, deliberate rumble that seemed to vibrate through their bodies.
My thumb was rubbed against the asshole of Kerry, not so much that it was painful, but so much that the muscle contracted and throbbed where I touched it, a mute command that it had to be more. I knew she was, by the manner of her breathing--I knew her all right--I had them just as I wanted them.
"And my seed can also be used..." I bent over, my breath warm in the ear of Kerry, my lips touching the sensitive flesh sufficiently to cause her to shudder. My voice was hoarse and low, and secret, as a secret confession, theirs only. "To heal a woman's body."
The semblance was broken by a sharp inhalation of Ada, her fingers clenching round the stone in her hand till the knuckles appeared white. Kerry opened her eyes, and the implications of my words sank in, and her lips parted in a silent gasp. The two looked at each other--shocked, disbelieving, and doubtless interested.
"What...?" Ada fell to stammering, her voice shaking, her body leaning forward a little as though she was pulled by some unseen power. "Is that even possible...?" Her words were in the air, and brimming with disbelief, and something more--something dark, something voracious.
However, it was the question that Kerry asked that made my pulse go up. Her voice was a gasping whisper, scarcely to be heard, yet like a blade passing through me.
"Dexter... then why haven't I healed..." Her fingers clenched around the stone, her face flushing with the memory of what we'd done, of how she'd taken me into her mouth, swallowed every last drop of my cum, and yet—nothing. "After eating your seed..." she murmured, her voice cracking with confusion, with need.
Ada's reaction was instant. Her eyes jerked up to Kerry, and she looked at her with a query of betrayal and fascination. "Kerry—!" she cried, and her voice was harsh, nearly reproving.
"You did let him squander his seed, as so? You let him feed it to you?!" Her words were vibrating with her; there was a shock and something with them--something that was very like envy.
I didn't let the moment slip. My fingers ran along the length of Ada, my hand slick on her thigh, and my fingers slowly, caressing her, circling and circling her body, as my words rubbed a fire along their bodies.
I said, mumbling like a mantra, Aunt Ada, it is a lie, it is a lie, it is a lie--smooth as silk. "It's not Aunt Kerry's fault." I ran my fingers further, stroking the rim of her wet pussy, touching the warmth of her.
Her arousal smelled heavy and intoxicating, and it only served to make my cock throb more against my thigh; pre-cum oozing off the tip in anticipation.
I allowed my eyes to grow dark, my voice to change to something deeper, more serious--a false confession with just enough truth in it so that it would be credible. "The reason is that my cock is not like other cocks. It can become hard and don't calm down... for a long time so Aunt Kerry was helping me to calm it down with saliva." I stood still, and the words made a sinking into my mind, and they imagined what that was.
The fingers of my hand had at last touched the lips of the pussy, and these were pulled open, with a sharp gasp on her part. "My grandfather warned me..." I went on, with a low and gravelly murmur, my cock jerking impatiently to bury itself in one of them--in both of them. "Once, when I became a man out of a boy, it would be like this."