Ruth shook her head and bit her lips, and she gasped and moved on the rock beneath her. "It is not really hurting... much," she said, with a tightness to her voice, more than pain.
"But it... feels burning. And hot inside..." Her hands were trying to adapt to the coarse, roughness of the bed of stone, and her thighs jerked; the weird, hurting heat in her legs was tormenting her.
I didn't hesitate. Her clit was discovered by my fingers in slow, deliberate circles.
"Aaah..." Ruth gave an involuntary shudder, her body twitching, the breath in her throat catching with a painful mixture of pleasure and pain. She fluttered her eyes closed, and her lips parted, and she gave in to the experience, and I felt her body slightly arch against my touch.
"Hmmm... Dexter.. ahh..." she said, not in protest, but in acquiescence.
Then the voice of Kerry broke in on the summer morning.
"Dexter..."
I looked back, without moving up, but not back, my hand. We had Kerry, Hina, and Ada just behind us, and their looks were placid and their presence undressed.
The voice of Kerry was approving, practically appreciative. "Dexter, are you helping Ruth clean?" she questioned, with her own calmness, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Dexter.. You are quite a doting man. "
There was no embarrassment and shame in her voice.
Just the mere fact that a man is taking care of his woman. Ruth neither flinched nor moved away. Instead, she stood still, with her body, her entire confidence in me.
I reverted to the women, looking around at them with my eyes as they subsided on their haunches on the edge of the water. They did not even bother to keep their actions secret.
Kerry, Hina, and Ada stripped naked without even a second thought. Their bodies, uninhibited and naked, moved with the grace and ease of a woman who had never had to support the weight of a sense of decency.
Their fingers were immersed in the stream by the practised habit of cleaning themselves, and they sat down on the bank of the water to have the residue of their morning shit washed out of them as though it were another daily routine. They led a bare and straightforward life; no shame, no indecision.
My eyes went to Hina, whose body was shown to me for the first time. She wore those long skirts of animal skin too many times in order to conceal the contours of her hips, but she had nothing left to cover. Her hips were large, like those of Ada; sturdy and thick, and intended to support and carry.
Her pussy lips were enormous, their weight being supported by a dense mat of dark pubic hair, and could be felt even at my distance.
Her left breast had a small mole resting just above the curvature; another added a touch of her already amazing form, uniqueness. But as I watched them clean themselves—fingers moving without embarrassment, water running from their skin—I came to something. I still lacked the points Ruth's ass had earned.
I appealed to Ruth, and my voice dropped to an authoritative yet soft tone. "Ruth... "I said, and my hand fell to seize her hip, and my thumb touched the turn of the buttocks.
''Is your asshole clean?" She had a voice that had a touch of the darkness; the words were well considered and had the effect of causing her to tremble.
Ruth pulled herself in a bit, and as she did it, her black eyes took a staring fixation on me. "Why?" said she, very sweet voice, but with bewilderment in it. "It's... It's dirty, Dexter. You don't need to—"
Kina, who had been watching us with some mixture of amusement and exasperation, gave a sharp and incredulous laugh. "Yes, Dexter," she said, and crossed her arms.
"Why the hell must you want to see that? It's dirty and disgusting." She shook her head and twisted her face in a grimace. "What's wrong with you? That is not something to look at!"
As Hina bathed herself, with washing, she glanced about and lifted up her brows in wonder at us. "Yes, she is right," said she, and bewilderment was in her voice. "No one wants to see that. It's just... there."
Sighing, Ada, the voice of reason, never failed to show some form of amusement in her voice. " Dexter must have a reason," she said in her placid voice. I can do without imagining what they are.
I turned my back on them all and continued to dwell on Ruth. I tightened my hold on her hip a little, my voice lowered to a whisper, which could be heard only by her.
"Because you are mine," I said, and there was no mistaking my meaning. "And that means every part of you is mine to take care of." My thumb traced the curve of her ass, my voice darkening with possessive intent. "Even the parts you think are dirty."
Ruth drew a shaky breath, and her body was trembling under my hands. Nobody had ever talked to her in this manner, with such an unfeeling statement, such adoration. Her fingers clutched my flesh and her dark eyes opened to shock and something more, to a kind of awe.
With a low exasperated sound, Kina shook her head. "You are both are so strange," she was thinking, but there was nothing obstructive in her tone. Just resignation.
"And had Tusk ever talked that kind of thing to me, I would have--" she stopped herself and gave a glance of something that I could have called envy, and so she shook her head and spoke under her breath.
But Ruth didn't pull away. She instead turned a bit, and her body gave way to my hand as I led her. She pressed her hands in her knees, and her breaths were quick, harsh gasps as she realized that my hands touched her hips, and she was turned, in the position that I desired.
"Spread your legs," I grumbled to myself, scratching with the roughness of my voice.
She obeyed without hesitation, her thighs parting just enough to give me access. My hands moved to her ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, untouched asshole to the morning air. Ruth let out a soft, needy whimper, her body tensing for just a second before she forced herself to relax.
"Aaah.. Dexter..." she breathed, her voice trembling.
"Shhh," I murmured, my thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh. "Just let me take care of you."
The moment my fingers made contact, the notification flashed in my vision—1000 points.
Ruth's breath hitched, her body arching slightly into my touch. There was no shame in her reaction, no resistance. Just trust. Just surrender.
And behind us, the women fell silent, their earlier protests dying on their lips as they watched. Because in this moment, it didn't matter what they thought.
Ruth was mine.
And I was going to make sure she knew it.
The drip of the water descended on Ruth's skin as I parted her asscheeks further to admire the fine, puckered skin of her ass-hole. It was exactly like that of Ada, only with its own beauty.
It had soft creases around it, faintly lined, and nature itself seemed to have taken pains in modeling the details of it. The skin was smooth, flushed with cool water of a light pink, and so clean, not a particle of dirt, only the natural, earthy odor of her body. The sensitive folds were followed with my fingers, tickling enough to cause her to breath hitching.
"Aaah..." Ruth moaned and looked up at me with an arching movement of the body, her thighs vibrating. It was a crude, desperate sound, and it gave me a jolt of heat to my cock.
I dipped a little further into the water and touched her with my fingers in slow, repose circles. "So sensitive," I grumbled, my voice deepening with satisfaction. "Just like the rest of you."
Ruth's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers curling into the stone beneath her. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "It feels... strange. But good."
I pulled back slightly, admiring the way her asshole twitched under my gaze, the way her body responded to every touch. "It's so beautiful," I said, my voice dark with approval. "Just like your..." I wanted to say just like your mother, Ada, but I stopped myself before I could say it.
Turning my head, I took in the sight of the other women—Kerry's full, swaying breasts, Hina's wild, untamed pussy, Ada's soft, generous curves. It was a paradise, a world where desire wasn't hidden, where every touch was raw and real. But my focus was on Ruth.
As Ruth turned to me, her dark eyes were soft with devotion. "Now, let me help you." she murmured, stepping closer, her hands already reaching for me. "To clean up."
Her fingers moved over my body, splashing water over my skin, her touch gentle but thorough. When she reached my cock, she hesitated for just a second before her hands wrapped around it, cleaning it with careful strokes. I felt it harden instantly—thick, heavy, demanding—under her touch.
Ruth's breath caught as she felt the change, her eyes widening. "Oh..." she whispered, her voice trembling with surprise. "Dexter, your cock... It's so hard now." Her fingers curled around me, her grip tentative but curious. "Does it want a pussy?" she asked, her voice soft but bold. "Because if it does... I can give it one."
The chill of the stream fluttered over us, and the breath of Ruth came in with a hitch as I touched her, and as her body was still trembling at the aftershocks of pleasure, and the burning ache between her thighs. My cock throbbed, ponderable, demanding, and I had to push myself back, my hand over hers where she still held me.
"No, Ruth," I said to myself, and my voice was harsh with suppressed emotion, and my body false to what I said, as I uttered it. "You're still sore. I will not hurt your pussy again so soon--not when I am aware your pussy must be hurting a lot."
Ruth looked at me with disappointed and understanding eyes and lingered a little more with her fingers on my cock before she reluctantly released it. Before she could utter a word, however, the fine, teasing voice of Kina pierced the air.
"Hmph." Her arms crossed, her eyes fell down on my still-hard cock, a kind of curiosity and doubt." Have you not had her last night already?" she enquired, which she delivered with the voice of amusement. "Then how come it is still standing like that?"
I didn't flinch. "It's the herbs," I said, my voice low, my fingers tracing idle circles on Ruth's hip. "They change things. Make me need to release more than once before I can settle."
An indignant gasp reached my back. I looked to see Hina standing there with her eyes open and her entire lips agape in disbelief. "More than once?!" she said again, with high disbelief.
Kerry stepped in before I could answer, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost too quick—like she was trying to cover something up. "Yeah, it's the herbs his grandfather gave him," she said, her voice just a little too bright. "They make his cock stronger, so he has to release his seed over and over to calm it down."
Hina looked at Ruth with a jerk, her face changing to a more violent expression of dismay. "Dexter..." her voice fell to a husky murmur, she said. "How many times have you stuffed her last night?" Darkness came over her eyes as she seemed almost hopeful. "She'll be pregnant soon, won't she?"
I noticed the panic twitch in the eyes of Kerry. She did not want them to know the truth, that my cum could heal, that I had already taken her and Ada the same way. And so she groped about for an excuse, blushing. "He--he did not even get to finish, she stammered. After she... squirted, Ruth fell asleep."
The word was like fire that lit something primitive in each of us.
Hina and Kina stood statue still with a sudden common look at Kerry. "Squirting...?" Kina said it again, her voice harsh with bewilderment, and her body tensing. "What do you mean, squirting?"
Kerry was indecisive, and the secret was already disclosed. "It happens when a woman is so pleased that her body squirts like she is peeing herself," she said, her voice falling into a middle-muffled, almost religious tone." His grandfather is the one who taught Dexter how to make it happen. How to make a woman that good?"
The breath of Hina stopped, and her fingers sank into her palms. Kina looked like she had thought the same and squeezed her eyebrows in an attempt to digest the concept. "Pissing... from pleasure?" Kina said, and her voice was filled with disbelief.
Kerry nodded and looked towards me only a second, then her voice fell to something darker, something hungry. "Yes. The body is unable to contain it all. And after... she just collapses from how good it feels.".
Ada did not say anything, but her face was remote, and the fingers in her hands jerked at her sides like they were experiencing the memory of the time I had made her squirt.
I was able to tell the glow upon her cheeks, the manner in which her breath was a little quicker. She didn't intervene. She didn't need to.
Kina looked at Ruth, and her voice was full of amazement and wonder. "Ruth... is it true?" she asked, her tone softening. "Did it really feel that good?"
Ruth nodded, and her face flushed as she remembered. "It was amazing... Nothing I've ever felt before," I went like that, she said, and her voice was very low. "I couldn't even move after squirting. My whole body was... light."
Both Hina and Kina gazed up at me, and resembled each other in expression, awe, and something, something hungry, something needy. But none of them said anything.
Hina and Kina both looked at me, their expressions a mix of awe and something else—something hungry, something needy. But neither of them said a word.