Ada moaned in a breathless way, and her hips moved impatiently, and already her body was trembling with need. "Aaaha... Dexter... shouldn't I lie down?" Her voice was heavy with doubt, yet her eyes gleamed with lust; her body was already reacting to what was going to happen.
At that time, I thought--they had not been around so much. Various attitudes, various means to be gratified.
They were not even aware of how deeply their bodies could experience the things, how I could make them scream. And I would have fucked Ada like this, in cowgirl, and pierced her womb with each deep, relentless plunge.
Mother Ada, I said, and my hands were holding on to her hips, and my voice was a deep, commanding rumble. "Let me handle it. I will ensure you enjoy this... with the methods my grandfather used to teach me on how to go about pleasing women.
My thumbs made lazy circles on her body, and my hand moved both comfortably and possessively. "Trust me. I will make you feel what you have never felt before."
The breath came to Ada, and it was a hurt, hurrying, desperate cry in the throat, as her eyes riveted on mine, her pupils and eyes distended with hunger. There was a crackling of air flying between us and threatening the skin.
"Is that so...?"
Her vocal cords were molten smoke, her lower lip was caught in her teeth, her body already quailing with delicious anticipation. She moved forward, her thighs touching mine, her skin burning me through the garment with its heat.
"Then..." A murmur, full of desire, her hands following the aches of my cock. "Please... take care of me, Dexter."
But then--the lie I had told them crept back into my head.
"Your pussies' are dripping, because of your assholes throbbing and breathing, like that."
A smirk became dark and amused on my lips. Had that been the case, then why was I still paying attention to their pussies?
My cock twitched, prodding the thigh of Ada, who was seated astride me, her heat streaming through the pussy, tormenting me. Mocking me.
I took Ada by the chin and compelled her to look at me. "Mother Ada..." My voice was black silk and enclosing her like a promise.
"Why not put it up your asshole?" My thumb was almost touching her lower lip, and my cock ached with the thought. Suppose I put my seed in you there... it will make you all well. No use to spread my seed in another place.
Ada opened her eyes with a jump and caught her breath. "W-What?! Put your cock in my—?!" She made herself squeeze together her thighs, but her pussy betrayed her and leaked onto the bed of stone. "No! That's... dirty! I can't—! Just, just put your seed in my pussy, and I will... I will use it on my asshole later on...
I chuckled, low and dark as sin, my fingers tracing the trembling curve of Ada's ass. "Mother Ada..." My thumb circled her tight pucker, feeling it clench at my touch.
"If I cum directly inside your asshole... my seed will reach deeper." A lie. My cock throbbed, desperate—because this was how I'd finally claim them both. "No mess. No waste. Just healing." My voice dripped with false kindness, my grasp tightening on her hip. "I'm willing to do anything... to make Mother Ada healthy again."
Ada's voice purred, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, her touch maddeningly light. "But Dexter..." She squeezed, her thumb swirling over the slick head, her eyes gleaming with false innocence.
"First, we need to calm this down." A slow, knowing smile. "Look how hard you are... it must hurt." Her grip tightened, just enough to make me hiss. "Your cock can only relax... inside a pussy." Her voice dropped, sweet and poisonous. "Isn't that what your grandfather always said?"
Fuck.
They were testing me. Pushing me. Forcing me to think.
I gritted my teeth, my mind racing, my cock pulsing with the need to fuck, to ruin, to own. "Mother Ada..." My voice was smooth, calculating. "Maybe my cock can also calm down... inside your asshole." My fingers pressed against her tight hole, feeling it twitch.
"Just like a pussy." A dark smirk. "And if it doesn't..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Mother Ada's pussy is right here... waiting."
Ada whimpered, her resistance crumbling like dry parchment. "Dexter... you're so kind..." Her voice trembled, soft and broken, but her hips rocked, pushing her ass against my hand. "Even when you're hurting... you're still thinking of healing Mother Ada first..."
Kerry's voice was husky, thick with triumph. "My Dexter has always been kind." Her eyes burned into me, hungry, possessive.
Because I called Ada Mother Ada. Because Ada would be the first to feel me break her. Because Kerry wanted to be the center of my world—even if she had to steal it.
I flipped Ada onto her back, her head resting against Ruth's stomach, her legs spread wide before me. Her asshole twitched, innocent and untouched, glistening with nervous sweat.
Ada bit her lip, her eyes wide, uncertain, as she stared at my throbbing cock. "Dexter..." Her voice was small, vulnerable, but her fingers drifted toward her dripping pussy, betraying her need. "Will your cock even fit inside my asshole?" She squirmed, her thighs trembling. "It's so big... and my hole is so small..."
I smirked, my hand sliding up her thigh, my thumb pressing against her tight pucker. "Don't worry, Mother Ada." My voice was smooth, reassuring, even as my cock ached to ruin her. "I'll make sure my seed reaches deep inside you..." My fingers spread her cheeks, exposing her virgin hole. "And heals you completely."
I lifted her ass, presenting her to me like a sacrifice. "First..." My voice was a growl, my breath hot against her trembling flesh. "We need to make sure your asshole is ready..." My spit landed on her tight hole, glistening before I pressed my tongue against her.
Ada gasped, her back arching as I licked her, my tongue probing deeper, stretching her slowly. "Aaaaaaaah... Dexter..." Her fingers twitching, her moans high and needy. "Y-Your tongue... ahhh—! It's... too much—!" Her hips rocked, pushing her ass against my face, her whimpers growing needier, wetter.
Kerry whined from beside us, her hand pressed between her thighs, her fingers grinding against her itching pussy. "Dexter... aaah... my pussy hurts..." Her voice cracked, her hips jerking as she watched us with hungry eyes. "It's itching so bad—!" Her other hand squeezed her hard nipple, her breath ragged with need.
I pulled back, my lips slick with Ada's arousal, my tongue still tingling from the taste of her tight, trembling hole. My gaze locked onto Kerry—her fingers twisting, her thighs pressed tight, her jealousy radiating off her like heat.
Oh, I recognized that look.
She was trying to distract me, to grab my attention, to show that she was the one I desired most.
"Aunt Kerry..." My voice was steady, commanding, and deep. "Come here." I gently traced the curve of Ada's hip. "Lie on top of Mother Ada." I offered a slow, knowing smile. "So I can see both of you... at the same time."
Kerry nodded eagerly, crawling forward with a sway in her hips as she positioned herself over Ada. She lowered herself carefully, their bodies pressing together, breaths mingling as they faced each other—Kerry on top, Ada beneath—both of them waiting, longing for me.
Kerry eased her body into Ada's, soft, jiggly breasts smothering Ada's small, tight ones. As soon as skin touched, a shudder passed through both of their bodies - Kerry's dark, swollen nipples pulling against Ada's, thrusting a jolt of feeling through both of their bodies, and a new wanting.
"Aaaahhh... Kerry... hmmmm..." Ada gasped, arched her back, the weight of Kerry sticking on her, pussies pushing together, slick and hot. The squishy sound of their flesh rubbing together filled the hut, breaths short and moans clipped and combined.
Kerry moaned, her hips instinctively rolling, grinding her pussy against Ada's. "Hmmmm... Sister Ada..." she panted, her voice shaking as her fingers dug into Ada's shoulders.
"Your titties... they're so big... compared to mine... aaaaaaaah..." Her voice broke as their clits brushed together, and the friction sent a shock through her untouched body.
She didn't know what it was, but it burned—and she never wanted it to end. Ada's fingers tightened in Kerry's hair, pulling her closer together, their bodies mashed together in a desperate, unlearned rhythm. "Kerry..." Ada moaned softly, her voice shaking.
"They feel... so full... and hot..." Her hips rolled up, pressing her pussy harder against Kerry's, their juices mixing, dripping down her thighs. "It hurts... but it feels... good..." Their thighs were saturated with juices from their untouched pussies, dripping onto the furs under them.
They didn't have the words to express what they felt, but their bodies understood. They throbbed. They burned. I knelt between them, my cock heavy and thick in my hand, the head already leaking.
They'd never been touched like that before. They'd never been stretched. They'd never been filled. But they trusted me; their healer, their protector. And I would show them exactly what their bodies were made for.
Ada whimpered when I pressed my fingers against her swollen pussy lips, her thighs shaking. She didn't know how to ask for it, but her hips rocked forward, looking for some kind of pressure, looking for some kind of relief.
Kerry was watching, her breath hitching as her fingers began to twitch at her side, her pussy dripping just as badly, her body burning with heat.
I guided them closer together, their pussies pressing together, their slickness mixing. Ada gasped as Kerry's softness brushed against her, their clits hitting together, and their juices coating their thighs.
"Nnn—!" Ada's voice broke, her body shuddering as an unfamiliar pleasure sent little sparks through her. "It's alright," I murmured low, comforting. "This is how I heal you." The air was saturated in their arousal, and it smelled sweet and musky and intoxicating like honeyed sin.
Their cunts ground together, slick and swollen, and the wet sounds of their pussies rubbing against each other filled the hut in obscene, pulsing rhythm. My cock throbbed heavily and ached, but I would tease them long enough once again. This was time to fuck.
With a growl, I shifted my cock, the thick, flushed head pressing between their drenched folds. The moment I surged forward, my cock split the seam of their combined flesh, sinking into the scorching, clinging heat of their bodies.
The feeling was incredible—it felt insane—my cock tugging against both of them at the same time, their wet, shaking little pussies clinging to me, milking me as I pushed deeper inside. Kerry's pussy was pulse-quickening against Ada's, even their folds were kissing as it wrapped around me, it felt so good it got muffed out my vision.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-Nnnnnngh!" Kerry's back arched up, her nails curled into Ada's shoulders as her voice broke, "Dexter- your cock- it is burning me-aaaaah- it is too big!" Her thighs quaked, her crying its hands tightened around nothing, wishing there was more.
A guttural groan came out of my throat, and I started rolling my hips back with brute strength as I fucked the space in between their introductions. I smeared my cock against their hard clits, their bodies jerking from another percussive stroke.
But I wasn't finished, I wasn't even close. I grasped Kerry's hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I pulled her back against me. Her ass cheeks opened for me, and revealed a tight, virgin asshole—puckered, innocent, begging to be ruined. My smirk had taken a filthy twist. Oh, she will remember this.
I leaned in close, my lips barely touching her ear. "You're gonna take my cock in this spot one day, Aunt Kerry," I rasped, my voice silk dark with threat. "But first..." I stuck my tongue out, wetting my lips so I could spin up a thick cone of spit in my mouth. Then presently, I spat. A thick, hot rope of saliva began to hit her ass.
"Aaaah—!Hnnn!" Every inch of Kerry jerked and bent, her spine curling inwards, already logically aware of the implications. As it began to drip down her crack, welling against her tight ring, "D-Dexter, what—?! Her voice rose an octave in pitch, toning with thin-breathlessness, her asshole likely pulsing as it sought to resist calling out her degradation.
"Shhh," I purred, my thumb pressed to her spit-lined hole. "This is how we prepare you, Aunt." I circled her tightened muscle, added just enough pressure to elicit gasps-- her pussy hoping her body rid itself of some satisfaction punctuated by my thumb and nothing edging it in. "Gotta loosen you up... so you're ready for my cock."
Before she could say something, I cracked my hand on her ass, SMACK!, the sharp sound obscene and echoing around the hut like a gunshot. Kerry's ass immediately formed a bright red handprint, my fingers already darkening into the mark of ownership.
"AAAAAAAAAH-!IT HURTS!" Kerry cried as her body lurched forward, her pussy gushing fresh wetness running down her thighs. But there was more under the pain, something that could only be described with one word of the darkness: need.
"Good girls get their punishment," I growled, pressing my thumb harder against her asshole, teasing the resisting ring, "now tell me, Aunt-". SMACK!, even sharper than before, with louder splash as my palm smacked on her spit-slicked skin, "Did that hurt...or did it make your cunt drippy?"
"Aaaah—!Hnnn—!" Kerry gasped for air, her adorable little butt was squeezing around air, her sexy, wet twat. "It-it hurts-but-" Her twinging hips begged me to go deeper into her body without saying a word. "But it-ummm-it feels so much...!"
A nasty laugh bubbled in my chest, "Oh, I know," I said, smacking her hot ass with my other hand again. SMACK SMACK SMACK. She screamed when I smacked her, and her body went buck wild, like a puppet on strings.
Our hut was full of the crude symphony of flesh hitting flesh, and her little butt quivered after every crack of my hand, turning a bright shade of fire engine red.
"Look at you," I grunted. My cock twitched as I watched her cute little butt pulsing and glistening from drool and friction. "Takin' my slapped like my good little slut...," I pressed my thumb again, pushing past her pucker, just a bit more as she gasped for air. "Your little butt is twitching, Aunt Kerry, tell me you want more, huh?"
"Aaaah—!D-Dexter—!" she whined, her thighs sensing I was just using her body and splitting her. "I... I don't kn-know—it—feels s-s-strange...!"