My palms pushed her chest together, working the soft flesh between them, feeling their heaviness and flexibility. Upon my coming in contact with her nipples with my thumbs, an additional 800 points got triggered.
Hina cried out as I gave her nipple a sharp twist, made her another stream of clear fluid dribble onto the dirt, and let her know, "Elder Ryan, a woman's nipples can tell a lot about a woman's fertility." I started talking nonsense to Ryan.
I rubbed her even more, making her whimper, her legs shaking with more of her juices spilling out. "The more the nipple hardens, the more the pussy desires being filled...."
"Aaaaaah—! D-Dexter, I'm d-dripping...!" Hina looked down at the slick running from between her legs, her voice a whining scream of desperation, the hands she flew to her pussy not stopping the flow but instead separating the lips and showing the glistening, swollen folds. "It is too much... I can't stop it—!"
Ryan, watching the scene before him, was so hypnotized that his hand moved as if to touch his own body, but in fact, he was only making this admission. "That is ... normal?" he said hoarsely, his mind not being able to comprehend the image of his wife leaking for another man.
"Absolutely normal." My fingers grazed her belly, brushing the dark hair that was at the top of her slit. "Sexually frustrated female drips for her partner. And Aunt Hina ... " I fingered her folds, catching her wetness before tasting it. "Mm. She is really fertile." I earned another 800 points.
At the time I was getting ready to do it, Hina, whose crotch seemed to be suffocating with air, expelled an additional thick stream of juice on the floor and yelled with ecstasy. "Aaaah... my pussy... it's itching.. please... stop making it itch....." She bit her lip, gasping for air.
"Oh, I will, Aunt," I said while forcing her hands to her boobs and pressing them together. "But first, I need to measure the depth of Aunt's pussy. If your breasts can wrap my cock between them completely, your pussy can too."
Observing Hina doing as I directed, Ryan inhaled sharply. She was committing adultery with my cock, and she was soiling the floor with yet another thick discharge from her pussy. "Is that... part of the test?" Confusion accompanied the huskiness in his voice.
"This is the most important part." With her breasts squeezing me, I bellowed as I started my movements. The point of contact was illuminated with her saliva—and my cock was sliding right between her breasts, the tip gleaming as her pussy released a steady stream of her arousal on the dirt beneath her.
Hina was panting— "D-Dexter's cock is s-so big...!" She could not help but let her tongue out to lick the pre-cum from my tip, her vagina spasming as another thick length of her juices splashed onto the ground. "Look, Ryan... look how much pussy is d-dripping water..."
Ryan was making a considerable effort to breathe normally, his hand erratically moving to where he could adjust his excitement without realizing it as he looked at his wife's vulva dripping for me. "I never thought women could like that...to do that..."
"The majority can't." I held onto Hina's hair, pushing her head further back with the intention of driving deeper into her tits, her pussy bleeding profusely. "Only the most fertile ones drip like this. The ones who need to be bred."
Hina's moans and stimulation grew louder and louder with my strokes as her pussy dripping formed a small, glistening waterspot on the dirt beneath her. "Aaaah—! Dexter, I-I can't stop...! It's too much—!"
Good. I withdrew, dropping to my knees before her. My fingers moved up her legs, parting her folds and revealing her soaked, swollen pussy. "But we're not done yet, Aunt," I said.
Hina placed her legs further apart, her breath catching as I circled her entrance with my fingers. "Y-yes...!" More of her thick vaginal fluid hit the ground, and her body was quaking with desire. "Please, Dexter... breed me...!"
Ryan's voice was barely a whisper. "And this... this is all for fertility?"
I inserted two fingers into her, causing her to yell out as she orgasmed, her fluids flowing around my fingers, dripping down my wrist. "This..." I bent my fingers, locating that pleasurable place inside her that caused her to lift her head. "Is how I make sure she takes my seed."
Hina's walls clenched down on my fingers, her cunt kept dripping nonstop, and her moans were reverberating through the hut. "Aaaah-! Dexter, I'm g-gonna pee-!"
"You will drip all over my hand," I said softly, placing a third finger inside, stretching, prepping.
"Y-yes-!" Hina's cunt convulsed, another powerful jet of her juices hitting the floor while her body trembled at the edge. "Please, Dexter... I'll take it all...!"
Ryan was gasping for air, his own member throbbing under his loincloth as he watched how his wife's cunt was dripping for another man. "What if she can't...?"
Slowly, with a sardonic voice, I grinned and noticed Ryan's face as he was caught between curiosity and something more sinister—something ravenous. The crown of my penis was still reflective, a drop of pre-ejaculation hanging amidst Hina's breasts, dripping to her collarbone.
Ryan was shaking as he looked at the obscenity. "Dexter... your dick isn't... You haven't covered it completely... I can see it," he said, making himself swallow and his fingers moving nervously on his thigh. "Does that mean your cock won't go all the way into her pussy?"
Hina gasped, her grip on my fingers was so hard as if she was outraged at the idea, though her pussy was betraying her with yet another release, her juices flowing down my wrist.
I laughed and, to her shock and pleasure, gave her a slow, deep, and sensual thrust that made her grunt. "Don't be scared, Elder Ryan," My voice was clear, amused, as if I was pointing out the obvious to a dimwit.
"It would be much better this way."
With a wet pop, I removed my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth to lick the juices with a slow and exaggerated moan. "I can directly put it into her womb."
Ryan caught his breath. "Her... womb?"
Grinning, I gestured to impoverished but still eager Hina and said, "Let me make it clear." I held my cock base, still between her tits, and gave it a slow stroke.
"The womb is where a man's seed must reach to make a woman pregnant. Womb lies beyond the pussy." I thrust my hips forward slightly, making the exposed tip of my cock twitch. "When a man's cock reaches further..."
Hina's breath came in short, desperate gasps, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she watched me handle myself.
I looked down at her, my voice dropping to a dark, commanding purr. "Aunt Hina..."
I put my fingers into her hair and, moving her face closer to my cock, "Lower your mouth and lick the part that is still left."
Aunt Hina's eyes might have been the size of saucers, but she didn't give the matter a second thought. Her lips that were already slightly apart and her tongue that was wet with the pre-cum that flowed from my side of the cock, she slowly took it out and licked it. "Mmm...," she sighed, her breath combining with mine. The moment her lips touched my cock, I felt that I had scored another 200 points.
Ryan's voice was strained. "D-Dexter... what does that—?"
I watched with a smirk as Hina's mouth covered the exposed tip of my cock, her tongue twirling over the sensitive head. "Imagine it like this, Elder Ryan." I gave her more of me as her chest continued to trap the rest. "Breasts of Aunt Hina covering my cock..." As her head moved down deeper, I felt her lips widen around my cock, and I moaned, "It is her pussy."
Ryan's breath soon became rapid, and he could hardly tear his eyes away from the offensive display of his wife's lips, which were completely wrapped around another man's cock.
"And her mouth..." With more force, I grabbed Hina's hair, making her deeper and deeper, her gag reflex activating as her throat spasmed around my tip. "This is her womb."
Hina gagged, and tears came to her eyes, but she did not back off. Her hands, at that time, went to grab her boobs around my cock tighter while her juice flowed in a fresh, heavy stream of release on the floor.
"Mmmph—!" She desperately tried to explain by her tongue and frenetic movements her unwillingness to pleasure me.
Ryan could barely speak as his voice was a ragged whisper. "So... are you telling me..."
Wanted to facilitate Hina's choking and her saliva running down my length, I went deeper.
"I'm saying," I growled, my gaze locking onto Ryan's as I fucked his wife's throat, "that if her pussy can't take all of me..." Another sharp thrust, Hina's nose pressing against her own tits as she took me deeper. "Her womb will."
Hina's moans vibrated around my cock, her pussy gushing beneath her, her juices mixing with the dirt.
Hina's lips moving around the tip of my cock, her breasts were still squeezing the rest of my cock as her throat worked with me. The sight was erotic—her mouth with my cock, her heavy breasts pressed together, her pussy leaking, and her arousal was making small squirts that were already going to the ground. Ryan was breathing heavily next to us; his leaf skirt was showing a big bulge, but he didn't seem to be aware of it.
Hina's suppressed cry was felt through my cock before she moved away just enough to breathe in shock, "Dexter... my pussy...". Her trembling fingers touched her wet folds, and her voice was barely distinguishable. "Can it be squirting?"
I responded by shaking my head, and my thumb brushed across her swollen lower lip, "No, Aunt Hina."
"I don't think it is squirting." After I held her chin, I let her see the whites of my eyes. "Your pussy is not strong enough to hold the heat coming from inside... so it is giving out some liquid... to make a little cool down."
Sensing her wetness, my fingers slowly explored her belly, touching her excited folds. "But when your pussy gets that hot and you feel a burning sensation..."
I pushed two fingers inside, and as her brazen walls clenched around my intruding fingers, she let out a breathless scream. "It is at that time a woman squirts powerfully... to extinguish the fire inside completely," I informed her.
Breathless, Hina's pussy engulfed my fingers, and juices flowed down my wrist. "D-Dexter..." Her tone was one of urgency, and her need-filled glance accompanied it.
"Please... I want to squirt...", she begged, pushing her hips back although there was nothing for her to grasp as she released another little spurt of her arousal onto the dirt. "I want to experience it too..."
The moment I stole a glance towards Ryan, he was as unmoving as a stag caught in a hunter's sights. His stare was anchored upon Hina's lap—there where my saliva was still gleaming, her thighs shaking from the aftershocks of her squirt, and her juices gathering beneath her as a present.
Moreover, the unmistakable tent in his skirt, my dear, was there; the fabric was struggling to retain the expanding bulge of his petite member. He had already started to betray himself with that dark, shameful spot of pre-cum that had come through, way before he even realized it.
He wasn't aware of it yet.
Didn't grasp that his body had already made the call for him—that the panorama of his wife being with another man had awakened some weird and deeply wrong feeling inside him. That instead of getting furious and going off, his cock, which had been so long asleep in her presence, had only just found its voice: jealousy.
I was very reluctant to see another man's cock, but just the thought of it made me so horny. Ryan's noticing and his expression is that of embarrassment as he reckons that his cock can also be hard, yet he still allows another man to put his seed into his woman's pussy.
Due to the shock of her orgasm, Hina was still trembling, and her legs were unsteady; therefore, I supported her as I was ready to give her assistance. "Aunt Hina...," My voice was soothing, and my hands reassuring and steady while guiding her. "How about we lie down...You let me have a close look at your pussy..."
She only tried to stand for a second, but her legs gave way. Without warning, she clung to me tightly, and I pushed my crotch into her stomach.
Ryan was so shocked that he was about to speak when his mouth fell open, but he made no sound except that of strangled air. His envy is written all over his face, the way through his eyes, the fists that become more tightly clenched, and he desperately wants to step in, but is not able to.
I barely contained a chuckle. Haven't you boasted that you have control over me? It is my turn now.
I turned to Ryan, my voice calm, my grip on Hina possessive. "Elder Ryan..." I smirked. "Why don't you help Aunt Hina lie down? She can't stand up."
Ryan blinked as though he was just coming to from a fog. "Huh? Oh—Hina, come here—"
He assisted her with her lying on the furs, his hands traveling across her shoulders, his touch seeming almost protective—until Hina's eyes popped.
"Ryan...!" She breathed out with that shock, her fingers lightly touching his leaf skirt. "Your cock... It's hard! Look at your skirt!"
Ryan made a surprised sound of breath—"Oh!"—and, in a hurry, he pulled his skirt down.
There it was, then.
His cock.
A pitiful, minuscule one—no more than three inches long, the foreskin still over the tip, which made it appear dirty, and to have been forgotten. As if it were something that hadn't been properly used.
Hina sighed with a little disappointment, "So... so small..." Her fingers moved as if she was going to touch it, but stopped herself. "Even if it is hard... Dexter's is so big... and it is so clean..." Hina's eyes moved to my throbbing cock, comparing it to Ryan's cock.
Ryan felt like his face was on fire. "M-my cock... It is healed! It is cured!" His voice was frantic, almost victorious, like he had just achieved some great feat. "Now I am able to become the father of my own child! Hina—Hina—!"
I nearly laughed.
Give birth?
This thing couldn't even reach her womb.
But I didn't say that.
Instead, I just watched as Ryan's face twisted between shame and hope, his tiny cock twitching in the open air, his wife's eyes filled with pity.
And I knew—
This was going to be fun.