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Chapter 4 - 53 to 64

Kerry's breath hitched, her fingers clenching at her sides, her thighs pressing together as if she could ease the ache that way. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice thick with concern—and lust. "You're still worried about us..." Her hand reached out, gripping my wrist, pulling me closer.

"First, we have to take care of your cock..." Her eyes flicked down to the throbbing monster straining against my pants, her tongue darting over her lips as she took in just how hard I was, how the veins pulsed along the thick shaft, how the pre-cum already glistened at the angry, swollen tip. "Looks like it's become harder than before..."

She tugged me forward, her voice dropping into a husky, filthy murmur. "Come here..." Her fingers brushed against the waistband of my pants, her touch hesitant but hungry, her nipples brushing against my arm, hard and needy. "If Aunt's pussy can calm it down..."

But Ada wasn't about to let her take the lead.

"Kerry..." Ada's voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust like a blade. She reached out, her small, trembling hand wrapping around my cock before Kerry could, her fingers stroking the thick, veined length through the fabric.

"Let me take care of it." Her gaze flicked to Kerry, challenging, possessive, her own nipples aching with jealousy. "It's my daughter's fault... So I should take the responsibility."

I let out a dark, approving chuckle, my hand covering Ada's, guiding her as she freed my cock from my pants. The heavy, throbbing length sprang free, slapping against my stomach with a wet, obscene sound, the tip already weeping pre-cum, the thick, pearly droplets sliding down the swollen head.

"Aunt..." I murmured, my voice a filthy tease, my fingers tangling in Ada's hair, tilting her head back so she was forced to meet my gaze.

"Why don't I put it inside both of your pussies...?" My other hand snaked out, gripping Kerry's chin, forcing her to look at me.

"And meanwhile..." My fingers trailed down her body, dipping into the thick, dark bush between her thighs, spreading her soaked pussy lips to expose the glistening, pink flesh beneath. "I can try to heal both of you at the same time."

Kerry's breath caught, her eyes widening, her thighs trembling as my fingers teased her swollen clit. "Dexter..." she stammered, her voice breaking.

"Is that... okay...?" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between me and Ada, her shame warring with the desperate, clawing need in her belly. "I mean... two dirty women..."

I didn't let her finish.

With a growl, I shoved Kerry down onto the cold, rough stone bed, her back hitting the surface with a soft, gasping thud. Before she could react, I yanked Ada down beside her, their bare, trembling bodies sprawled out before me—three beauties now, if you counted Ruth, still asleep, her own pussy glistening from earlier, unaware of the filthy, depraved scene unfolding beside her.

I loomed over them, my cock throbbing, the thick, veined cock jerking with need, the pre-cum dripping down the swollen head. My gaze raked over their exposed, trembling bodies—Ada's full, heavy breasts, her dark, puckered nipples aching for my mouth, her thick, curly bush matted with arousal, her pussy lips swollen and dripping.

Kerry's leaner frame, her tight, perky breasts, her nipples just as hard, her bush darker, wilder, her pussy already clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"Oh, it's more than okay," I purred, my voice dark, possessive, hungry. My fingers trailed down Ada's stomach, dipping into the wet, tangled curls of her bush before spreading her pussy lips, exposing the dripping, pink entrance.

I collected the thick, sticky wetness from Ada's swollen, dripping pussy, my fingers sliding through her soaked folds, gathering the glistening arousal that coated her puffy lips.

The musky, intoxicating scent of her desperation filled the air, making my cock throb violently against my pants. Then, I repeated the motion with Kerry, my fingers delving into her trembling, flooded cunt, scooping up the hot, slick nectar that dripped from her clenching entrance. The obscene, squelching sounds of their arousal filled the hut as I brought my glistening fingers to my lips.

I licked them slowly, savoring the mixed flavors—Ada's sweet, honeyed tang, Kerry's darker, earthier musk—my tongue swirling over my skin, cleaning every last drop of their desperation.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled in my chest, my cock jerking at the filthy taste of them. "In fact..." I growled, my voice rough and dark, my breath hot against their flushed skin. "I think this is exactly what you both need."

Ada whimpered, her hips arching off the cold stone, her pussy aching, her clit throbbing like a little heartbeat. "Dexter..." she pleaded, her voice cracking, her nipples hard as pebbles, begging for my mouth, my teeth, my rough, possessive hands.

"Please..." Her fingers clawed at the stone beneath her, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps. "My pussy... it started to itch... a lot..." She squirmed, her ass lifting off the stone, her pussy lips parting slightly, revealing the glistening, swollen flesh beneath. "Hmmm..." The sound escaped her parted lips, needful and whiny, her eyes glazed with lust.

I smirked, my cock pulsing at the sight of her desperation. "Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice dripping with false concern. "Let me take a look..." My fingers trailed up her trembling stomach, over the swell of her breasts, brushing against her erect nipples, making her gasp. "But first, I think I have to take a look at Aunt's lips..."

Ada's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing deeper. "My... lips?" she stammered, her voice trembling, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips in nervous anticipation.

I pressed my whole body against hers, pinning her beneath me, my cock poking against her soft stomach, the throbbing head leaving a sticky, wet trail on her skin.

Ada moaned, a long, needy sound escaping her as my weight crushed her, my muscles flexing against her softer curves. "Aaaaaah..." The sound was broken, desperate, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples aching from the friction.

I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, swirling, exploring, claiming. Ada whimpered into the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, pulling me closer.

My cock twitched, throbbing against her stomach, the pre-cum leaking from the tip, soaking into her skin. I kissed her harder, deeper, my tongue fucking her mouth like I wanted to fuck her pussy, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against me.

Ada started to struggle, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps, her chest heaving against mine. Muffled moans escaped her throat, vibrating against my lips, her body trembling beneath me.

I pulled back just enough to let her breathe, my lips brushing against hers, my breath hot and ragged.

I could see the steamy breath escaping Ada's parted lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples still hard, aching for more. "Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice a dark, teasing purr. "How did you feel just now...?"

Ada's gaze flicked to Kerry, who was watching with wide, hungry eyes, her fingers digging into her own thighs, her pussy no doubt throbbing with jealousy.

Ada's cheeks burned with shame—and lust. "I..." She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips again. "It felt good..." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with honesty. "But I had... difficulty breathing..."

I chuckled darkly, my fingers trailing down her cheek, over her collarbone, circling one stiff nipple before pinching it just hard enough to make her gasp. "That's good," I purred, my voice smooth and knowing.

"That means..." My hand slid lower, cupping her pussy, my fingers spreading her soaked lips, exposing her dripping entrance.

"Aunt will be cured... soon." I leaned down, my breath hot against her ear, my cock throbbing against her thigh. "And her pussy... and her erect nipples... will be healed..."

Kerry couldn't take it anymore. A jealous whimper escaped her lips, her fingers twisting. "Dexter..." she whimpered, her voice breaking, her eyes locked onto us, burning with need.

"I—I... Me also..." Her voice was thick with longing, her thighs pressing together, her pussy flooding with need.

I turned to her, my gaze dark and hungry. Kerry's lips were parted, her breath ragged, her nipples hard and aching. She wanted what Ada just got—no, she needed it.

Without a word, I crawled over her, pinning her beneath me, my cock dragging against her stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.

Kerry let out a broken, needy sound, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders, pulling me down as I captured her lips in a searing, jealous kiss. This was different from Ada's—hotter, more desperate, fueled by the green-eyed monster of seeing Ada get what she craved.

Kerry moaned into my mouth, her tongue dueling with mine, aggressive, hungry, her fingers digging into my back, her nails scratching down my skin, marking me as hers.

Muffled, steamy moans filled the air, vibrating between our lips, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, her pussy grinding against my thigh, desperate for friction, for release.

I growled into the kiss, my hands gripping her hips so tight I knew there'd be bruises tomorrow—marks of my ownership on her soft, trembling flesh. My cock throbbed between us, the thick, veined cock pulsing against her stomach, the swollen head leaking pre-cum in thick, pearly droplets, soaking into her skin.

Kerry whimpered into my mouth, her body arching into mine like a desperate offering, her breasts crushing against my chest, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds, aching for my teeth, my tongue, my rough, possessive hands.

When I finally pulled back, Kerry's lips were swollen, glistening with saliva, her eyes glazed with lust, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps that made her tits heave.

A thin, silver thread of spit connected our mouths, stretching before snapping with a wet little sound. Her chest rose and fell like she'd just run a marathon, her nipples stiff and throbbing, begging to be sucked, bitten, tormented.

Kerry panted, her voice trembling, her lips parted and glistening, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. "D-Dexter..." she whispered, her fingers trembling against my chest, her nails digging in just enough to tease. "W-What do you call it..." Her eyes flicked down to my mouth, then back up, shy but fucking hungry.

"When you bite my lips like that... like you own them?" Her voice cracked, her thighs pressing together, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching for friction.

I smirked, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to expose her teeth, my other hand already sliding up to grip her breast, my fingers rolling her nipple between them. "That's called kissing," I murmured, my voice a dark, teasing purr, dripping with amusement and lust.

"But this..." My fingers snapped to her nipples, pinching the hard, swollen buds between my thumb and forefinger, pulling them sharply and suddenly, twisting just enough to make her gasp.

"AAAAAAH—!" Kerry screamed, her back arching off the stone like she'd been struck by lightning, her breasts thrusting forward, her nipples aching from the sudden, rough treatment.

"D-Don't—!" she gasped, but her voice broke into a moan, her thighs pressing together tight, her pussy clenching around nothing, flooding with need.

"Hmmm... It hurts..." The sound was needful, whiny, her eyes squeezing shut as her body betrayed her, arching into my touch instead of pulling away.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot and ragged, my cock throbbing against her thigh. "You like that, don't you, Aunt?" I growled, my fingers twisting her nipples just hard enough to make her whimper, her pussy dripping with need, her clit throbbing like a fucking heartbeat.

"You love when I hurt you just a little..." My other hand slid down her stomach, dipping between her thighs, my fingers finding her soaked pussy, spreading her swollen lips to tease her clit, circling it slowly, maddeningly.

"N-No—!" Kerry lied, but her hips bucked against my hand, her body begging for more, her breath hitching as my fingers pressed just hard enough to make her gasps. "I-I hate it—!" Her voice cracked, her nipples throbbing under my rough touch, her pussy flooding with more wetness, dripping down her ass.

I chuckled darkly, my cock pulsing against Kerry's trembling thigh, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin until she shuddered beneath me.

"Liar," I murmured, my teeth grazing her collarbone before sinking in just enough to make her whimper, her fingers digging into my arms like claws.

"Aunt," I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers sliding deep inside her tight, dripping cunt. She gasped, her back arching off the stone, her breasts heaving as I curled my fingers to hit her G-spot with relentless precision.

"Your pussy is fucking flooding," I snarled, my thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles while my fingers fucked her deep.

"Your nipples are so hard they could cut stone," I twisted them again, pulling a broken, needy cry from her lips, her body jerking beneath me.

Kerry's moans grew louder, wilder, her hips bucking against my hand like an animal in heat. "D-Dexter—!Ahhh!—It burns... but it feels good..." she panted, her voice raw, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. "W-What is this magic? My body... it aches... it needs—!"

"No magic," I growled, my cock throbbing at her desperation. "This is a pleasure, Aunt. And you're addicted already." My lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her moans, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, fucking it like I wanted to fuck her pussy. She whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she never wanted them to leave.

Then I noticed Ada—wide-eyed, mouth open in shock, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched us. Her own pussy was no doubt throbbing, her nipples hard as pebbles, her body aching with confusion and need. A wicked smirk curled my lips. I pulled back from Kerry, her whimper of protest dying in her throat as I turned my attention to Ada.

"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety purr, my fingers trailing up her thigh, teasing the edge of her soaked pussy. "Let me taste your nipples..." My lips brushed against her neck, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing path up to her ear.

"Aaah, Dexter..." she moaned, her body shuddering, her fingers gripping the stone beneath her. "Hmmm... It feels... strange... like fire... but good..."

I moved lower, my hands claiming her tits, kneading the soft, heavy weight of them before my mouth sealed around one stiff nipple. I sucked hard, pulling a broken, desperate moan from her lips—400 points for each nipple, flashing in my vision like a reward for her surrender.

"Aaah! Hmmmm—Aaaah, Dexter! Don't stop... Do it harder...!" Ada's back arched, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as I obeyed, my teeth grazing her nipple before biting down just enough to make her cry out.

"Aaaaah—!Nnn—It hurts... but it feels... Aaaaah—!" she screamed, her body writhing, her pussy clenching around nothing, flooding with need. "I-I'm about to burst—! My belly... it tightens... Aaaaah—!" Her voice cracked, her thighs trembling, her pussy throbbing with the edge of an orgasm she didn't understand.

I stopped.

Immediately.

Her body jerked, a frustrated whine escaping her lips as I pulled back, leaving her panting, desperate, her nipples aching, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need.

"Dexter—!No!—" Ada whimpered, her voice trembling, her hands reaching for me, clawing at the air. "W-Why did you stop? It felt... so good—!"

"Because you haven't earned it yet, Aunt," I growled, my fingers pinching Kerry's nipples again, twisting them just hard enough to make her gasp.

With my other hand, I lifted Ada's arm, exposing the white, damp curls of her armpit, the musky, sweaty scent of her filling the air. Ada's face burned with shame, but she didn't pull away.

"Dexter... Ah—!" she whimpered, her body tensing as I leaned forward, my nose pressing into the soft, damp hair, inhaling the earthy, feminine scent of her. "W-What are you—?Nnn—!"

"Mmm..." I growled, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up her armpit, tasting the salt of her sweat, the musky tang of her arousal.

Ada's body arched off the stone, a broken, needy sound escaping her lips as I earned those 100 pervert points—extra filthy because her daughter was lying right next to her, unaware of the depraved act unfolding just inches away.

"You like that, don't you, Aunt?" I murmured, my voice a dark, teasing purr, my lips brushing against her skin. "The idea of me tasting you... licking you... making you feel things you've never felt before..." I growled, my cock throbbing at the thought, at the way her body trembled, the way her pussy clenched with need.

Ada whimpered, her cheeks flushing darker, her eyes flicking to her daughter before snapping back to me, glazed with lust and shame. "Y-Yes..." she admitted, her voice a barely audible whisper, her fingers clawing at the stone beneath her. "I like it... Too much... It feels like... like the sky is falling... but good..."

I didn't let her dwell on it. My hands moved with purpose, lifting her other arm before my tongue dragged along the sensitive skin of her armpit, inhaling her scent deeply. The act earned me another 100 points, but the real reward was the way her body jerked in response, a fresh wave of shame and pleasure crashing over her.

Kerry moaned from beside us, her voice thick with jealousy. "Dexter... Aaaah—! What about me? My body... it burns too...!" She reached for me, her fingers gripping my arm, pulling me toward her. "P-Please... Touch me again... Make it stop... Make it feel good—!"

I smirked, my gaze raking over their trembling bodies, then flicking to Ruth, still asleep, oblivious. "Good," I purred, my voice a dark, possessive growl. "Because I'm far from done with either of you."

I leaned back, my cock pulsing like a wild, hungry beast as I took in the sight of them—two trembling, desperate women, their pussies dripping, their nipples hard as carved stone, their bodies begging for more of the pleasure they couldn't even name. The cave air was thick with the musky, animal scent of their arousal, the sound of their ragged, panting breaths filling the space like a filthy, intoxicating rhythm.

My hands shot out, gripping Kerry's wrists with rough dominance, yanking her arms up to expose the damp, tangled curls of her armpits.

It smelt to me first of all--earthy, primal, sweaty, wild honey and wet bushes--and it seemed to me like the scratching of a cock. Her hair, which was dark, rugged, shone with a thin coating of sweat, and hung, wet, matted, about her back.

I drew in my nose, my nose, at the juicy, hot heat of her armpit, and sniffed at the crude, intense musk of her flesh. The smell, the smell was primitive, raw, unmistakably feminine.

The system recognized my admiration immediately, serving me with 50 points of perverts due to the act. It was the actual payoff of how her breath caught, and her body tensed with either embarrassment or arousal, that she did not know what to do next, to either pull away or to come closer.

"Mmm... fuck," I said, and my voice was harsh with lust, my tongue extended to lick a long, slow line up her armpit. The flavor burst my tongue--salty, tangy, sweet--including the very flavor of her hopelessness itself.

"You taste so good, Aunt Kerry," I ran a tongue along her wet curls, my lips sliding over the wet skin, and my tongue having fun on the sweat that was on her.

"AAAAh—!Hmmmm—!Nnnngh!" Kerry moaned, and her back bent off the stone. Her moans were hysterical, involuntary, savage--as though an animal finding out how to make fire.

"D-Dexter—!It burns—!Hmmm—! But it feels... so good—!" Her throat scratched, her thighs squeezing into each other, her pussy tightening with desire, filling with even more wetness.

And I went to her other armpit, and my tongue pulled over the sensitive skin, and licked and nipped till she whimpered, and her body went jiggling. The back hair at this part was more numerous and darker and wetter, and I flung myself into it and took the odour of her muskiness and intoxication.

You smell of heaven, you and me, you growled, my tongue smoking in her mouth, and I could have sworn I was in heaven with the flavor of her sweat, the pure, womanly smell of her body. Another 50 points. I could drown in this smell, I said to myself, my cock aching and pouring more pre-cum just thinking of it.

The moans of Kerry increased in intensity, frenziedness, her hips vigorously thrust against inanimate things, and her entire body demanded more. "Dexter—!Aaaah—!Hmmm—! It seems like... like the sun is scalding my skin..." she panted, clawing her fingers in my arms, she said.

I drew away, with my lips wet with her sweat, and my cock aching to see her desperate. Then I turned to Ada with a foul growl, and my fingers circled down her belly, between the thighs, stroking the rim of her wet pussy.

"Aunt Ada..." I ordered, and my voice was very dark and possessive, and my eyes were fixed upon her big, bewildered eyes. "Spread your legs for me."

"W-What—?" Ada gaped and shook her body, trying to hear the question I presented; her eyes were broad with shock. Yet her body responded even before her mind could argue, her thighs parted, and the polished and swollen music of her pussy and the thick, dark curls of her bush lay matted with sexual excitement.

"I-I don't understand..." she said, and her voice shook, and her fingers tore at the stone under her. "B-But my body... it wants to..."

My cock twitched at the vision of her drying pussy, the manner in which her thighs shook as she parted them further, and begged me to use her. Good girl, I purred, my voice a throaty approving growl, my fingers moving up her inner thigh, rubbing the rim of her pussy lips.

"You feel that, don't you?" My thumb was rubbing in slow, teasing circles against her clit, murmuring. "That ache... that need..." The gasp of Ada was an arching of the back, a pussy throbbing in my hands.

"Y-Yes—!" she screamed, and her voice failed her, and her fingers sank in the stone. "It burns... but it feels... good... Aaaah—!" Her hips trembled in my hand, her body was pleading with me, her pussy dripping with desire.

I laughed deviously, my hands gliding in between her tight, dripping cunt, curling to her G-spot, causing her to back away from the rock. That is pleasure, Aunt, I growled, and my lips were brushing her ear, and my breath was hot and ragged. "And you're addicted already."

Ada whimpered, and her body shook, and her pussy closed my fingers, and it seemed like she couldn't bear to have them go. "Dexter—!Please!" her voice grated with need, she besought. "It seems, it seems as though the river were rushing through me,... Aaaah—! I need... more—!"

I withdrew, my fingers glimmering with her passion, my cock aching with the vision of her neediness. Then I turned to Kerry who was standing there with gaping hungry eyes, her own pussy aching with jealousy.

" Aunt Kerry..." I grumbled, my voice deep with directness, my hands upon her thighs, and parted.

"D-Dexter..." if her voice broke, her breath ragged, she whimpered. It is like the fire is licking inside me... Aaaah—!" My fingers stroked quicker, her pussy overflowing with lust, her nipples aching with the desire of my hand against them.

I withdrew, flaunting a wicked grin on my lips, and redirected the focus to Ada, abandoning Kerry panting and desperate as her pussy ached with unspent desire. I would have liked to play with her, to make her see me bestowing the attention she desired on Ada, and letting the jealousy within her burn like a wild fire.

I stared at Kerry, my voice a low, maddening purr. "Aunt Kerry..." I was murmuring my fingers moved over the stomach of Ada, and dipping toward her wet pussy without touching it.

"Let me heal Aunt Ada first..." My gaze flicked down to Ada's pussy, already leaking wetness onto the stone bed, glistening droplets pooling beneath her.

"Look..." I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers collecting the sticky wetness before bringing it to Kerry's lips. "Taste her," I commanded, my eyes locked onto hers.

Kerry was hesitant, and her tongue would come out to involuntarily lash her lips. "B-But, Dexter..." I was, said she, stammering, and flushed with shame. "It's dirty—!"

Taste it, I said, repeating my words with firmness and pushing my fingers against her lips. Or do you not mean to help Aunt Ada get well?

Kerry looked at Ada, who stood by, with doe-like eyes, and her pussy aching and her body aching to be relieved. Kerry, with a jerk of her lips, thrust her tongue out, licking the shining drops on my fingers. There came a shrill whimper, and her fingers were fisted together at her side.

"It tastes..." with a shaky voice and trembling eyes she said, her words spoken with a shudder. Like salt... and something sweet... Her tongue came out once more, touching her lips with its tongue and not being sure whether she could still taste Ada on it. "Dexter... what is this...?" she said, with a raw voice, confused and lustful.

I smiled, immoral and jealous, and then I concentrated all my energy on Ada. I kissed her, and my tongue would follow the line of her body, and taste her collar bones, and breasts, and pick her hard nipples until she moaned, and her back would curl towards me.

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."

My fingers twitched their way through the wetness of Ada, and her breath tightened as I stroked her clit without touching it, just massaging it.

My other hand touched Kerry on the thigh, squeezing it at that, my thumb rubbing on the sensitive flesh just by her pussy. And the one thing that will quiet it down, I grumbled, is a pussy, and it will be a dark, jealous rumble that will shake every part of them.

The colour of Ada flushed a darker red, her fingers scraped into my arm as I realised what had been understood. "Dexter..." she moaned, hardly more than a murmur, as her breath was hot upon my skin.

"You cannot say this to anybody... "Ada detested me with her voice, which was a shaky whisper, and her hands tore my arm as claws, and her knuckles blanched with strain. Her eyes glanced up to Kerry--wide and frightened--as though the vengeance of the tribe would actually ensue in the hut in the event of her uttering too emphatic a word.

"We must have this between us, we must. Otherwise, the tribe will be enraged in case they discover that you are wasting your They'd call it sacrilege. They'd—"

She didn't finish. She didn't have to.

My nod was very slow, and my face very grave, as though I had the same fear as she. Yet within, it was an undertidal of calculations, of putting the puzzle of Kerry together, all her sore cunt, how her pussy oozed with my cum, how her nips were as hard as river pebbles, how she had gasped rag time, needy gasps. It didn't add up. Unless.

Threatening, wicked old grin tried to creep over my lips, but I ruthlessly suppressed it, with only the blackest strip of a smirk showing through. My cock throbbed, cumbersome and desperate, the idea of what I was going to do hardening me, as it did.

I leaned forward, the lips of my mouth against the shell of the ear of Kerry, my breath hot and conscious. " Aunt Kerry," I moaned, as my voice rose with a deep velvety rumble that shook her. "My seed... heals but..."

Their words hung between us heavy and thick, as the smell of their arousal in the air. I left them to dwindle in it, run wild with the possibilities--with the power that I was making available.

After that, unexpectedly, my fingers slipped into Ada into the pussy.

Her body jerked against my touch, and with a broken moan, she gasped. "D-Dexter—!"

"But it must be placed in a direct way..." I gushed, my voice growing lower to a growl as I hooked my fingers within her, and could feel her walls tightening around me. To the places where there is sickness.

My eyes fixed on theirs, black and starving, jealous. My other hand reached Kerry, and my thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, though the breath caught in Kerry. "And right now..."

I protruded the words, I tightened the strand of tension between us as the snake was about to attack.

"Your pussies..." My fingers played with the damp lines of Kerry, and she whimpered, her hips straining up out of the ground in an unspoken prayer.

"Your nipples..." My free hand grabbed Ada by the breast, and my fingers just caught at her nipple hard enough to make her shout, her body shilling.

"Your assholes..." I grumbled, my voice was an obscene vow, my cock was aching with a desire to plunge in them both. To be cured, they all require my seed.

Ada looked at Kerry--moved, agitated, and with that need that is so crude it almost hurts. The lips of Ada parted, her breath shot in sharp, interrupted gasps, as my fingers rubbed her against which her hips tumbled, my hand, as she could not help.

Kerry tore her fingers into the stone underneath her, and her nails scratching the rocky surface, her body shot off the ground, her pussy crying me. The wet, shiny excitement of her thighs was evidence of the want of me--of both of you. The smell of their want filled the air, intoxicating and heavy, and it just caused the cock to throb the more, craving to possess both in one.

"Dexter..." It was a shaky whisper, engulfed in lust and fear, in the crude, uncontrollable desire to believe me, to yield, Ada said. Her eyes darted between me and Kerry, and her breath came in sharp, uneasy gulps. "Is it alright... You can go and waste your seed like that? It's... Your seed can cure us, it is unbelievable... "

I didn't let her finish.

My fingers had penetrated deep in the cunt of Kerry, and curled against her internal walls, and discovered that sweet, delicate corner which caused her whole body to shake.

A shrill scream ripped her lips apart, and her back rose to my touch, which was inexorable, jealous. I will, I grumbled, a dark, dirty vow which made them both shudder.

I withdrew my fingers with a wet obscene squeeze, the sound reverberating in the tension-filled silence. Their eyes had been riveted on me, and they stared as I put my fingers to my lips and licked the arousal of Kerry with my tongue in a slow, deliberate swipe.

The flavor of her, sweet, musky, addictive, was a jolt of pleasure that shot directly to my cock, causing pre-cum to drip out of the tip as I tasted her.

"Don't worry, Aunt Ada... Aunt Kerry..." I spoke with the smooth, reassuring rumble of a voice, but my eyes were glaring with something very darker-- something hungry.

The circles I made on the thigh of Kerry with my fingers were slow, possessive, and I felt the strain of the muscles within my fingers. "It won't affect me. I can release my seed as many times as I like."

My lip twitched in a smirk, and I lay back, letting the words sink in, and I pressed my thumb a little harder against her skin. "Due to the herbs that were fed to me by my grandfather, to make my cock stronger."

There was a glance, an exchange between Ada and Kerry, in which their faces were jumbled up extravagantly with awe and fear, and something still more--a kind of devotion nearly. They glanced back at me, and I knew that they believed me, and it showed on their faces.

Or at least, they wanted to. And why wouldn't they? My cock was like-fatter, stiffer, tiresome as an iron rib. It was fitting perfectly with the lies I have been telling them, and they were gulping it down.

The breath of Kerry was hitching, and her fingers were still holding the rock under her, like the only support that she had. "That... explains..." she said, and her voice shook with the recognition of it.

"Why every time your cock gets hard, I have to ask you why it gets hard, and why it goes off, not like the rest of them? "Her eyes averted down at my knees, and then reverted up to my eyes. "Your grandfather must have fed those herbs to you, in order that you should be a great healer,..."

I chuckled low in my throat. Had she just known the truth, that my grandfather had never given me so many herbs to eat, that my strength was nothing but a gift of my own damn lust. But Kerry believed it. Really believed it. And had Kerry thought so, Ada would have thought so too.

Dexter..." The voice of Ada, who was whispering, raw with anxiety, touched me as her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. "We believe you... But this you must not say to anybody." Her gaze flicked toward Kerry and back to me, and she tightened her grip.

"If anyone finds out—people from other tribes, even our own—they'll try to capture you. They'll try to take advantage of you. It's too dangerous..."

Kerry nodded, her voice barely more than a breath. "She's right. If the tribe knew... if anyone knew..." She swallowed hard, her body still trembling with need, with the aftershocks of pleasure I'd given her. "They'd never let you go."

I found them both--how yet their bodies shook, how their eyes flamed with fear and wantonness, how they were so careful. It was the first time I learned that they were not only driven by lust.

The burden of their worry came down on me, a weird warmth of feeling in my bosom--something almost alien to the dark possessive hunger that still writhed in my bowels.

It was not the mere lust they had for me. They cared. And that thought changed something within me, blunting the lines of my habitual rudeness, on their behalf.

It was at this point that I resolved to treat them well.

I nodded, and said something in a lower voice than mine, the edge of arrogance of my voice being in its place, something more humble, something more true. "I know..." My fingers touched the shoulder of Kerry, and my touch was less intense, now nearly tremulous, like touching a sacred object.

"I do not want to hide it from you anymore." My throat narrowed, and the words were spoken somewhere I seldom allow myself to be. "Since you are now my family... and I do not want to see either of you suffering. Supposing I can do anything to heal you, I will."

I said it because I meant it.

However, I said it because I had to make them believe it. Wanted them to believe in me, to symptoms of me. Not their bodies only, but their hearts.

Kerry's arms wrapped around me suddenly, her body pressing against mine as if she could shield me from the world just by holding me. "Dexter, you can't trust someone easily," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. "What if your Aunt Kerry were a bad woman? What if she just wanted to capture you? What would you do then?"

I sighed, and my hand reached up to touch the hair, my fingers getting entangled in it. "My aunt Kerry cannot be a bad woman," I said, with a firm voice and conviction.

"You have been on my worrying side all the time since I knew you, salivating my cock, feeding me, attending to me." My hand moved a little tighter, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. "If I don't trust Aunt Kerry... then there's no one in this world I can trust."

Kerry drew herself up just to look up at me, with something in her eyes, raw, perhaps gratefulness, or something more, something that brought a tightness into my chest. "Dexter... you----" Her voice broke, and she stood staring a while at me, as though she were beholding me first time.

Ada was heard cutting through the silence, and warm, and heavy with emotion. "Thank you, Dexter..." said she, and her hand was laid to my breast, grounding. "For trusting us." Her gaze struck mine with maternal passion.

I swear that I will never say anything about you. Her voice lowered, her fingers making slow circles on my skin. "You are my family now, Dexter." She stood still, uncompromising. "And you are Ruth's man now. So call me Mother Ada... henceforth, all right?

It was before I could reply that Ada drew me into her arms and smothered me with the softness of her breasts like a child. It was too much, the way her body felt, the smell of her skin. "Mother Ada..." I said no to her; the words were foreign and correct at the same time.

My cock jerked hard, hitting Ada's stomach with a needy throb. "Hmmm.... Dexter, your cock..." she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. "First, let me take care of it..."

The air between us was very desire-filled, and my voice was caught between bewilderment and pure, hurting need. "Aunt... Mother... Ada..." I had a heavy weight in my tongue, something beyond lust, something deeper, something that made my chest tight. But seeing Ada stroke me with hands so possessive and preemptive gave a shock of electricity right to my cock, and made it ache with its desperate need.

Then I saw it.

Kerry fiddled with her fingers at her sides, the knuckles growing whitish as she made the clenched fists tighter. Her lips were drawn into some narrow, strained line, her breath taken in short, broken snatches. Her gaze was fixed on us not with interest, but with something stiffer--something greedy.

Jealousy. The thought gave me a black, fierce excitement and curled inside my bowels. She didn't just want to watch. She wanted to be part of this. She desired to be mine like Ada.

I had a hand on my cock, Ada, it wrapped her hand around me, clearly in a grip, her touch in a direct line of pleasure that gave me a jolt. "Dexter..." she said, her voice deep with desire, her eyes black with passion and something, something that was nearly womanly in its eminence.

"What should I do? Would I... simply stick it in my pussy?" Her fingers went slow, teasing circles around the head of my cock, her touch sending me to madness with anticipation.

Only a heartbeat did I hesitate. They were not really ill, just horny, and desperate to have it out. However, the lie I had told was too good to give up now. And fuck, I needed this. Had to bury myself into them, to make them squeeze me between their bodies, to make them scream my name till their voices got rough.

Her voice was a moan of sin--a request that I fill her. My head was coming apart, the tension within me a tempest, my cock aching with a kind of need so acute it was almost paining. I did not want to wait a second.

I felt like bursting my head unless I came off. I was too long in need and my body was too tight, and my cock was paining with every throb.

I dragged Ada with me, and my arms wrapped round her, and lay down beside Ruth, who was still sleeping, with her body loose with weariness.

Ada presses down on me and my cock is stuck between the greasy heat of her pussy. The touch was, enough in itself to make me groan, and my hips tickled upwards of their own accord.

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...!"

Strange... or good?" I taunted, my hand cracking across her ass again—SMACK!—this time aiming lower, the sound wetter, the impact making her moan. "Tell me, Aunt. Or I'll keep slapping until you beg for my cock in this tight little hole."

"Aaaaaah—!It's—!" Kerry's nails raked down Ada's back, her body trembling, her asshole clenching around my thumb. "It's both—! It hurts, but—nnn—it makes me want—!"

The hut was thick with the smell of their arousal, musky, sweet, and heady, like the first sin again. Ada's voice broke through the fog, quaking with desperation, her need and unfiltered.

A dark, satisfied smirk stretched across my lips. Oh yeah, they were falling into it now—the pain, the pleasure, the filthy need to be used.

Ada quickly pulled out from under Kerry, turning her own ass to me so I could see her cheeks were blushing before I could see her face. "Hey, Dexter..." her voice barely above a whisper, humiliated eyes wide with a mix of shame and hunger, "I don't know why...but I... I want you to hit me like that too...."

"You're next—" I said. What surprised me was that both girls were on the same wavelength. "Dexter—please—" Ada's ass lifted just enough, offered unto me on a platter like a sacrifice. "Slap me too....I want to feel it!" Her voice breathed into a whimper of need, her body shuddering with anticipation.

I knew it. They were mine now.

Both Asses Presented

There they were—Kerry and Ada—side by side, their asses lifted, offered to me like a feast. Two tight, quivering holes, just begging to be claimed.

My cock throbbed at the sight, pre-cum dripping from the tip as I took in the view. Kerry's ass was still glistening with the spit I'd marked her with earlier, her asshole twitching as if remembering the filth I'd promised. Ada's ass, untouched so far, was just as tempting—smooth, pale, virgin.

I didn't hesitate.

My hand cracked across Ada's ass—SMACK!—the sound sharp and obscene, her skin blooming with a bright red handprint. She gasped, her body jerking forward before a broken moan tore from her lips. "Aaaah—!Hnnn!—" Her fingers grasping the stone bed tightly, her asshole twitching in response, as if begging for more.

"Dexter..." Ada's voice was breathless, her cheeks flushed. "My asshole... it started to itch... just like my pussy..." Her hips squirmed slightly, her body already craving the filth I was about to give her.

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest as I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "That's because it's ready," I growled, my voice dripping with dark promise.

"Your asshole is begging to receive my seed..." My fingers traced the reddening skin of her ass, teasing the tight ring of her hole. "And I'm going to give it to you."

I turned my gaze to Kerry, my eyes locking onto hers with a command she couldn't refuse. "Aunt Kerry..." My voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Lie down here... while I'm healing Mother Ada..." A wicked grin spread across my face. "She's going to use her saliva to lick your asshole... get it ready to receive my seed once I'm done with her."

Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling as she obeyed without hesitation. She lay down in front of Ada, her legs spreading to reveal her glistening, dripping pussy.

Ada lifted Kerry's hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she exposed Kerry's tight, virgin asshole to me. The sight was intoxicating—two women, mine, prepared and waiting to be used.

Preparing Them

I spat—a thick, hot rope of saliva landing directly on Ada's asshole. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before a needy moan escaped her. "Aaaah—!Nnn!—" Her asshole clenched at the filthy sensation, her hips pressing back slightly, as if begging for more.

"Mother Ada..." My voice was a dark purr, my cock already throbbing with need. "Relax your body..." I positioned myself behind her, the thick, flushed head of my cock pressing against her asshole creases. "I'm gonna put it in now..."

Ada nodded, her face flushed with shame and desire. "Hmmm..." Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling as she braced herself.

I grabbed her waist, my fingers bruising her skin as I rubbed the tip of my cock against her asshole, teasing the tight ring. Ada moaned, her body arching back against me, her asshole pulsing with need. "Aaaah—!Dexter—!" Her voice was a broken whimper, "It burns... but it feels so good—!"

"That's it..." My voice rumbled, thick with hunger, as my cock pressed forward—relentless, demanding. The tip breached her tight, virgin ring, and Mother Ada's breath hitched, her body tensing around me. "Breathe, Mother..." I commanded, my grip tightening on her hips.

Wow. Her ass was super tight—juicy, hot, and gripping around me like it was going to keep a hold of me. More than Helena's, more than I ever felt.

Every buckle of her muscles pulled me deeper, sucking pre-cum from my throbbing cock in overweight, needy beads. I could already feel the end forming; the storm was coming.

I needed to slide in all the way, to own her all the way—to make sure all that was still out was screaming for it, pulsing at the thought of her.

"You're gonna take all of me...I told you that you could!" I pushed as hard as I could, feeling my cock sink to the hilt, then the next inch in her ass, hot, tight, and squeezing me as I groaned and let out gasps.

"Aaaaaah—!It's—it's too big—!Nnnngh!" Ada shook, and her body clenched around my cock and cock head for what seemed like an eternity. "Dexter—!I can't—! It hurts—!"

"You can," I exclaimed again, rolling my hip while I felt the base of my cock bottom out inside of her.

Ada whimpered but obeyed, her tongue flicking out as she leaned down, her saliva dripping onto Kerry's asshole. "Mmm—!Hnnn—" Kerry gasped, her body trembling as Ada's tongue circled her tight ring, preparing her. "Aaaah—! Sister Ada—! It feels—!Nnn—!"

I watched as Ada's tongue worked Kerry's asshole, her saliva glistening as she licked and teased the tight ring. Kerry's moans grew louder, her hips pressing back against Ada's face, her body craving the filth she was being given.

"That's it, Aunt Kerry..." I growled, my cock still buried deep in Ada's ass. "Let Mother Ada get you ready..." My cock pressed against Ada's asshole, teasing the tight ring as Ada's tongue continued its work.

"Because once I'm done with her..." I thrust deeper into Ada, making her moan against Kerry's ass. "You're next."

Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "Aaaah—!Dexter—! I—I want—!" Her voice was a needy whine, her asshole clenching around Ada's tongue as she pressed harder.

"You what?" I demanded, my voice a dark growl.

"I want your cock—!Nnn—! I want you to heal my asshole—!" Kerry's voice broke, her body arching as Ada's tongue flicked against her asshole, preparing her for what was to come.

A filthy smirk twisted my lips. Oh, they were both mine now.

And I wasn't done with them yet.

Kerry's dark, starving eyes were locked on mine as I pushed my cock deep into Ada's tight virgin ass. The way Ada's body shook around me, the muscles tensed up, the way she gasped for air was enough to get Kerry's fingers to twitch violently between her own thighs.

She was soaking, with a fat, swollen pussy dripping and sparkling, thick juices made desperate, sloppy circles as she rubbed her clit furiously. Meanwhile, Ada has her tongue still shoved into Kerry's ass, licking like a hungry animal, and the very sight of it made Kerry's thighs quiver.

And then, just as Ada pulled away enough to talk through her laughter, she mused, "Kerry... your ass is smelly?"

Kerry was blood-red, "How... how can it be?! I washed it! I got in the stream as soon as I pooped!" She sounded high, defensive, but her body was doing the talking, as her ass involuntarily clenched with Ada's breath hovering above it.

Ada chuckled, low and dark. "But it is. Smelly. Like old sweat and something... sour."

"It's not!" Kerry's protest was weak, her gaze darting to me, her lips parting in a silent plea. "Dexter... was Sister Ada's asshole smelly when you... When you licked her asshole?"

I let the question hang in the air, my hips rolling slowly, savoring the way Ada's ass gripped me like a vice. Then I smirked, my voice a rough growl. I knew Kerry was jealous.

"No. Mother Ada's asshole smells like a woman should—musky, rich." I thrust deeper, making Ada moan, her body arching. "And it tastes even better. Sweet, almost. Like honey mixed with salt."

Kerry's breath hitched, her fingers freezing mid-stroke. "T-tastes?"

"Mm." I reached down, gripping Ada's hip harder, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes just to watch Kerry squirm.

That's what I wanted—to light the fire in Kerry's chest. And it worked. Her jaw tightened, as her fingers turned into fists, while envy bloomed painfully in her eyes; raw, venomous, and beautiful. I watched the battle begin; her pride, steel-strong, against the needy pulse between her thighs.

Ada didn't let her pause for thought.

With a grin that radiated mischief, she spread Kerry's ass open more and pushed her tongue deep inside Kerry's tight, untouched hole. Kerry's back arched, and a broken cry tore from her throat.

"Aaaah—! Sister Ada! No—! Your tongue—! It's—hmm.. aaah—it's rubbing my insides!" She was making me and her quiver, and Kelly's lips started shaking and trembling as Ada's tongue twisted, pressed gently, and fucked her with long, slow strokes.

Kerry's resistance was broken.

She dove her fingers into her clit, rubbing like a fiend, as her hips jerked in time with Ada's tongue. She had never touched herself before—never realized the desperate and animalistic needs of her own body.

But now she was lost to it, her moans growing louder, needier, her thighs slick with her own arousal. "Aaaah—! Sister, I—I can't—!"

"You can," Ada murmured against her skin, her voice vibrating against Kerry's asshole. "You will, it is for healing you..."

I watched, my cock throbbing inside Ada's ass, my gaze locked on Kerry's flushed, desperate face. She was beautiful like this—undone, trembling, her pride unraveling with every whimper.

"Dexter..." Kerry said, her voice faltering with need, her eyes glued to my cock as it grossly stretched Ada's asshole open widely. "Y-your cock...it is so big... so deep inside Sister Ada..." Her breath was jagged and unsteady in her throat, and I could tell she needed to keep her eyes on herself. She wanted to know what it felt like. She wanted to be filled. To be ruined.

With a sadistic smirk on my face, I tightened my grip on Ada's hips as I felt her asshole clenching around my cock. "Don't worry, Aunt Kerry," I growled in a dark promise-like tone. "You'll get it soon. Watch how Mother Ada takes it."

Ada's breath was startled as my cock pressed deep inside her, her fingers clawed Kerry's hips, her body trembling as she tried to process the sheerness of fullness.

"Aaaaaahh, Dexter..." she whimpered, her voice shaking, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and something deeper—something hungry. "HNGH! Is your cock... aaaaah, all the way inside me now...?"

I gripped her hips tighter, my voice a dark, amused growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Mother Ada..." I murmured, my breath hot against her ear.

"Not even close." I rolled my hips, pressing deeper, and Ada gasped as she felt my cock throb inside her, stretching her wider.

"You're taking it so well..." I growled, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy, feeling how slick and swollen she was. "But you can take more, can't you?"

Ada's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Aaaah—!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as her nails dug into Kerry's skin. "I can feel it... stretching me..." Her asshole clenched involuntarily, as if trying to pull me in even deeper. " Aaaaaaaaah, it's... too much... but I Uhhn.. aaaaah ... I don't want you to stop...!"

Kerry watched, her own breath hitching as she saw the way Ada's body took me, her pussy throbbing with envy. "Sister Ada..." she moaned, her fingers pressing harder between her thighs, her clit aching. "Does it... does it hurt...?"

Ada's voice was a breathy whimper. "It burns..." she admitted, her body arching as I pressed deeper. "But it's... It's good..." Her cheeks flushed as she felt her body responding, her pussy dripping. "I can feel my asshole... Ow—! Ah...aaaah, trying to pull his cock in...!"

Out of the blue, my hand slapped down hard on her ass, and the sharp cracking sound bounced off the wooden walls of the hut. Ada's whole body jerked in surprise, a cry burst from her throat, and suddenly her ass clenched even tighter around my cock — pulling me in with the strength of a freaking bear trap.

"Aaaaaah—!" she gasped, and I could see the tremor start all the way down in her toes, even the girl's juices dripped out of her like raindrops falling on the stone bed.

"That's it, Mother Ada..." I growled, my hand moving around to her waist, and I found the slick heat of her pussy with my fingers. Ada moaned in surprise as I rubbed her clit; her body responded, arching back.

"Aaaah, Dexter... your hand... It's on my pussy...!" Shock and need mixed in her voice, and her ass was rocking back into my cock, unbidden instinct.

"I'm just checking is your pussy getting healed or not?..." I said to her, running my fingers in a circle around her clit — before pinching it lightly.

Ada's breathing hitched, her body trembling as pleasure surged through her. "Are you getting better, Mother Ada...? Or do you need even more...?" I teased darkly, my voice dripping with amusement.

Ada's breathing came in quick bursts, her body trembling as she felt something stranger inside herself - something savage and desperate. "Aaaah, hmmm... Dexter," she said, her voice shaking.

"My pussy... it feel..." She gasped, arching her body while I rubbed her clit, "I feel something... it's wanting to come out... Is it... kind of like when Ruth peed herself....?" Her cheeks turned crimson with the flush of embarrassment, but her body ethereally needing to erupt.

Kerry, watching at our side, her own pussy dripping with need, breathed out a breathy, envious moan, "Mmmm... Sister Ada...", her fingers now pressing between her own thighs and her clit throbbing in need as she stroked herself.

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