Dexter ... Is it called squirting?" As the idea was a shock of prohibited happiness, Kerry's body tilted a little, and his voice was shaken. Her fingers pressed her hard against her clit, circling her in a frustrated, unstable rhythm and trembling her thighs. His cheeks turned red because he spoke the word that was hanging between us: heavy, dirty.
With a low, playful growl, I leaned in closer. "Yes, Aunt Kerry." As I watched her writhe, I allowed the title to linger. "I gave it a name, squirting." Dark and dripping with intent, the word rolled off my tongue like a promise.
Her lips parted as though she had been struck, and her breath caught. "Just saying, it feels so dirty." Her fingers trembled against her clit as her mind deceived her—imagining it, craving it—and her voice broke.
Kerry caught my eye. She was frozen for a moment, her body was tense with refusal, her breath was shallow. Her fingers pressed clumsily against her thighs and rubbed her clit.
Her hips jerked uncontrollably as she rubbed herself in wild, unlearned circles, letting out a broken moan that was raw and needy.
I watched, transfixed, as her entire body trembled with the shame of it. Kerry—who had never masturbated before —was now grinding her fingers against her pussy like an animal in heat, her instincts taking over.
There wasn't anything graceful about it—not even a trace of finesse. All raw hunger, honest and messy. Those legs of hers are shaking like she might just collapse if she lets go for a second. Breathing harsh, uneven, like she was sprinting toward something she couldn't even name yet.
Honestly? It was the sexiest thing I'd ever watched. No contest.
You could see the flush on her face, the way her body melted and tightened up, her whole self aching and fighting for every second. When it finally crashed over her, she just shook—skin slick, thighs pressed tight like she could hide how wrecked she was. And damn, even after, she breathed like she'd just run a mile, all quick and a little ashamed and somehow even hotter for it.
Ada's anus tightened around me, her eyes widened, and her body tensed up with the new sensation. As her back arched and the first wave of her climax built up inside her, she cried out, "Aaaah—!"
Her anus was gripping so tightly that it was tough to push even an inch inside, and I could feel it trying to draw me in deeper. The urge to climax became overwhelming as my erection pulsed. I craved more. I had to breed her.
With a growl, I grabbed Ada's hand and pulled her up, straightening her back against my chest. The shift in angle made my cock breach her asshole completely, her tight ring stretching around me as her body weight swallowed me whole.
"Holy fucking hell," I gritted out, totally undone by the way she squeezed around me. Felt almost unreal, her body shaking with these insane little aftershocks. "Yeah, Mother Ada...that's it..." Words just tumbled from my mouth while I clung to her hips, desperate not to lose the rhythm, pushing in as far as I could go. "Take it all, babe. Every. Damn. Inch."
Her eyes flew open like I'd just rewired her, body clenching in this wild kind of shock. She let out a sharp gasp that was half broken moan, half disbelief. "Dexter— I— shit—it's sooo deep—!" Her tone did this wavering thing, caught between pleading and pure hunger. She shook all over, clutching at me, and damn if I wasn't thrumming right along with her.
"You can take it..." I growled, my hips rolling as I began to move inside her, my cock grinding against her walls. "You're made for this, Mother Ada..."
Ada's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as her release built inside her. "Aaaah, Dexter...!" she moaned, her voice shaking. "I can feel it... I'm going to—!"
Her pussy clenched, and with a cry, a gush of warm liquid spilled from her, dripping down her thighs—and splashing onto Kerry, who lay beneath her, watching with wide, envious eyes.
"Dexter—!" Ada gasped, her body shuddering, her asshole clenching around me as her orgasm tore through her. "It's happening...! Aaaahhh—!"
Kerry whimpered beneath her, her body arching as Ada's squirting pussy drenched her. "Aaaahhh...!" Kerry moaned, her voice breaking, her fingers working frantically between her thighs. "It's so hot... Sister Ada...."
The walls of the hut seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our mating as my cock swelled to its fullest inside
Tight, virgin ass of Ada. The first explosive jet of cum exploded deeply inside him. My seed was heating up because it was flooded with his untouched channel. Ada's entire body trembled, her back violently arched as she shouted, her voice was raw with shock and joy.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH—! DEXTER—! IT'S—IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Ada shrieked, her asshole clenching desperately around my cock, trying to contain the overwhelming sensation of my thick cum filling her.
"Aaaaaah! It's burning—! It's filling me up—!" Her body trembled violently with each powerful spurt, her fingers clawing at the stone bed beneath her as she tried to ground herself in the storm of sensations.
I gripped her hips harder, my fingers bruising her soft flesh as I held her impaled on my throbbing cock. "That's it, Mother Ada," I growled, my voice rough with primal satisfaction. "Take every last drop of my seed. You're mine now."
"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah! DEXTER—!" Ada cried out, her voice breaking with each pulse of my cum. Her asshole milked my cock greedily, her body shuddering as she felt my seed flooding her. "Your seed is so hot—! I can feel it everywhere—!" Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her.
With every spurt of cum inside her asshole, her pussy convulsed, spraying fresh juices that rained down onto Kerry below. "Uhhhhhh—!" Ada cried out, her asshole gripping my cock like a vice as my cum filled her to bursting.
"Aaaaaah aaaaaaah aaaaah aaah ummm aaaaah" Her body shuddered uncontrollably, her juices mixing with my cum as it began to drip from her stretched hole, creating a filthy river that splashed onto Kerry's waiting body beneath her.
Kerry gasped as the spray of Ada's squirting pussy hit her face, the warm liquid dripping down her cheeks and lips. "Aaaahhh—!" she moaned, her voice breaking with surprise and arousal.
"Sister Ada—! It's all over me—!" Her fingers worked frantically between her thighs, her clit throbbing as she felt Ada's release drenching her. "It's so hot—! I can taste you—!"
Ada's breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled with every new burst of my sperm. She whimpered, her voice trembling with awe and submission, "Dexter..."
"Well... There's so much— I feel like it's filling me up—" As I bred her deeply, her asshole milked my cock while her pussy pulsed around nothing. Her voice was raw with need as she pleaded, "But don't stop..." "I want it all...!"
My grunts, the frantic screams of the eda, the needy groan of the kerry, and the wet sounds of fluids splashed and dripping, which fill the hut with porn sympathy of our sexual intercourse. The smell of sex and cum in the air, thick, intoxicated, and original.
I continued to pump my seed into the ass of Ada, marking her in the most original way. My cum was flowing from her spread hole and mixed with her spray juice.
"Aaaaaah—! DEXTER—!" Ada screamed again as another powerful jet of cum filled her, her asshole clenching around me as her pussy sprayed another wave of juices onto Kerry.
Aaaaaah—! Dexter—!" Ada yelled, her body shaking as more of herself came out, splashing on the stones. "It's dripping... hmmm." She was breathing hard, her body still trembling as she kept squirting, her butt squeezing as my stuff dripped from her open hole.
Kerry's fingers shook in the air before touching Ada's thigh. She barely touched her, moving up closer to the shiny, open hole that was still pulsing.
"Sister, are you okay?..." she whispered, sounding amazed, like she was seeing something holy. The air smelled like sex, and Ada's skin smelled musky.
More sperm came out of Ada's stretched hole, sliding down her leg. Kerry watched, her breath catching as it moved toward the stone bed. "And Dexter's seed... it just keeps coming out of you, even though his cock is still inside your asshole," she said, sounding surprised.
She looked up at Ada's red face. "Sister Ada..." Kerry's voice was soft, worried. "Is your pussy okay? Your nipples...? How do you feel?"
Ada's body shook, her butt clenching as more sperm dripped out. Kerry... she whispered, her voice weak and shaky. "It's... so strange." She tried to tighten her muscles, but my sperm kept leaking, making a pool on the cold stone.
Kerry bit her lip, staring at her sister's used, open hole. "Does it... Hurt?" she asked, sounding curious and a little hungry. Ada fell forward, worn out but still shaking. Her butt twitched around my hard cock, with little drips of sperm still leaking out. She turned her head, her eyes satisfied and surprised.
Ada was breathing in gasps as she lay on the stone bed, her body still shaking from all the action. The fire made her sweaty skin shine, casting long shadows.
"Dexter... "she whispered, sounding tired and impressed, her eyes still dazed from pleasure. More sperm came out of her open butt, even though my cock was still inside her, sliding down her leg. "Aaaaaaaah..." she moaned, her fingers twitching on the stone bed. "Hmm... your sperm... it's too deep inside my butt.."
Her asshole clenched weakly around my cock, her body struggling to contain the overwhelming fullness. "Aaaah... Your seed... It's sliding down in her asshole," she whimpered, her voice breaking as another spurt of cum leaked from her stretched hole.
"Aaaaaaah.... It's trying to come out... from my asshole..." Her breath hitched as she felt my cum dripping from her, her body shuddering with the sensation.
With a dark chuckle, I pulled my cock out of her asshole with a sudden, forceful motion, the wet pop echoing through the hut as her hole clung to me desperately.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH—!" Ada shrieked, her body arching violently as her asshole gaped wide, my cum immediately beginning to leak from her stretched hole.
"Nnnnghhh—! Aaaaaaaaaah!" Her voice was raw with shock and pleasure as a thick gush of my cum spilled from her asshole, mixing with her squirting juices as they splattered onto the stone bed beneath her.
"Aaaaaah—! Dexter—!" Ada yelled. Her body shook as another blast of juices shot out, hitting the rocks with a wet sound. It's dripping... hmmm. She breathed hard, body still shaking as her pussy kept going. Her butt clenched as my load dripped from her open hole.
She tried to squeeze her butt shut, trying to hold my stuff in, but couldn't. There was too much there.
Kerry moved closer, staring at Ada's butt with wide eyes. The fire made the dripping load sparkle. She gasped.
"S-Sister Ada..." she stuttered, voice shaking with shock and arousal. "Your... your hole... it's still open...!" She almost touched Ada's thigh, unsure but drawn to the sight.
"It's all red inside... and Dexter's seed is just... leaking out... "She swallowed, watching the slow drip of my load from Ada's butt. "It looks... so... dirty."
Ada moaned softly, body still trembling. She breathed heavily, chest moving fast as she tried to breathe.
Taking my cock, the big orgasm, and all my load had left her wasted. Mmmm... she hummed, trying to focus on Kerry.
Kerry almost touched her, hand shaking, before finally grazing Ada's thigh. She touched lightly, tracing a path up—closer to the glistening hole, still moving a little.
"Sister..." she breathed, voice thick, like it was sacred. The air was thick with sex, the smell clinging to Ada.
Another bead of my load dripped from Ada's stretched opening, sliding down her skin. Kerry watched, breath catching as it went to the stone. "And Dexter's stuff... it just keeps coming out of you," she said, in wonder.
She looked at Ada's face. "Sister Ada..." Kerry's voice got softer. "Is your pussy okay? Your nipples...? How do you feel?"
Ada shuddered, butt clenching around nothing as more load came out. "Kerry..." she whimpered, voice a whisper, raw. "It's... so weird." She tried to tighten up, but my load kept coming, making a pool on the stone.
Kerry bit her lip, watching her sister's used, open hole, still breathing a little." Does it... Hurt?" she asked, voice shaking with curiosity and something else, something hungry.
Ada shook her head weakly, her breath catching as another droplet slipped free. "No," she whispered, her voice dreamy, distant. "It's... warm. Light. It feels so good..." Her eyelids fluttered shut, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
"I've never... never felt anything like this before." A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as her muscles twitched, helpless against the lingering warmth of my cock.
"And there's no itching in my pussy... I already feel better..." She tried to clench her asshole again, her muscles straining to hold in my seed, but it was no use—my cum was too much for her to contain.
I reached out, my fingers tracing the path of cum dripping from her gaping hole. "Mother Ada..." I rumbled, my voice dark with satisfaction. "Try to hold my seed inside your asshole... so that it can heal you..."
Ada's breath came in shallow, exhausted gasps as her body finally surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "I... I can't..." she whispered, her voice trembling with fatigue, her fingers twitching weakly against the stone bed.
"I feel so... tired..." Her asshole twitched pathetically, another thick droplet of my cum slipping free despite her feeble attempts to clench it shut.
The muscles in her thighs quivered from the exertion of taking me, her first real orgasm having wrung every ounce of strength from her primal body.
I watched with dark satisfaction as her well-bred asshole pulsed weakly, another gush of my cum leaking out to join the mess beneath her. She had squirted with such violent force that her untrained body had simply shut down - just like Ruth before her.
I realised that these stone age women might have been physically stronger than the pampered modern sluts I'd fucked, but their bodies were completely unprepared for the intensity of real orgasm.
The body of Ada flopped, and her eyes turned back, and Kerry became scared. " Sister Ada—!" Her trembling voice sobbed like she was, or was she, both fascinated and anxious.
Kerry gasped to breathe as her fingers trembled above the butt of Ada, which was stained with cum. She appeared to take a real interest.
Nervously fascinated, Kerry whispered, "Dexter. Just like Ruth, she has fallen asleep." It was something deeper than interest which made her gaze at me, as she looked, with eyes wide.
I laughed because I saw the butt of Ada where my sperm was leaking. "Don't worry, Aunt Kerry; she is all right," I said, raising my voice.
"Mother Ada has been cured now." I rubbed the sperm that flowed out of her ass.
Kerry's eyes went straight to my hard-on, her breath getting faster. She licked her lips, taking it all in.
"Dexter... "she whispered, sounding awed and needy. "Your cock.. doesn't it get better... even after shooting so much inside Ada's ass?" She fidgeted, her thighs squeezing together, then opening a bit. "I guess only a pussy can calm it down..."
I growled, my dick jumping. The way she looked at me—like I could save her or ruin her—made me want her even more. I grabbed my dick, stroking it slowly as I watched her.
"You're right, Aunt Kerry," I said, my voice low."I guess my grandfather was right, my dick won't be happy until it's deep inside a tight, wet pussy..."
Kerry gasped, her eyes widening. She moved on the bed, spreading her legs wider. "Dexter..." she whispered, sounding desperate.
"Don't wait..." She ran her fingers down her body, stopping between her thighs. "Put it inside me... and shoot your inside my pussy to calm down..." Her voice was a whisper. "Or... it might hurt later..."
Seeing her like that, legs open, pussy wet, was too much.
My dick throbbed, leaking pre-cum. I knelt between her thighs, grabbing her hips.
I pulled her onto me, her eyes widening as she sat on my dick. Her pussy rubbed against me, sending shocks through me.
"Aaaaaaah Dexter.... aaaaaah hmmm..." she moaned, sounding confused and needy as she slid against me. The sounds of her getting turned on filled the hut, her juices covering my dick as she rocked against me.
"Dexter... what are you doing...?" Kerry whimpered, her voice trembling with frustration as she tried to understand why I wasn't taking her the way she expected.
"Put your cock inside me... are you still playing around...?" Her hips rocked instinctively, her pussy lips brushing against my cock, leaving a trail of her slick arousal along my length.
I grabbed her hips firmly, pushed my thumb into soft meat right over her thighs, and felt the warmth of her pussy. "Aunty Kerry," I spoke up. My voice became rough with dark entertainment and command.
"I want you to take my dick differently this time. I want to see my tight little pussy while swallowing my dick, even while cycling."
Kerry's dark eyes expanded, and she held her breath around her neck because she struggled to treat my words. "But how?" He asked, his voice a breathing blend of confusion and enthusiasm. "I don't understand ... Is this any kind of technique that your grandfather taught you?"
I nodded my head, and a smile played in the corners of my lips. "Yes. My grandfather said in this Position, my dick can now deep inside a woman's pussy ... Fill it in the ways she has never felt before. "
Kerry looked between me and Ada, then looked at Ruth, before settling with me. Her fingers pressed my chest, and her voice was barely over a whisper. "Dexter ... I've never done it before."
She hesitated, her dark eyes searching mine with a mix of expectation and uncertainty. Then, turning slightly toward Ada and Ruth, she swallowed hard before facing me again. "Will it... will it feel good, like it did for Sister Ada and Ruth?" Her voice wavered, a hint of longing creeping in. "Will it make me squirt... like them?"
I chuckled inwardly. So that's it—she's jealous. The thought amused me. Kerry wanted to experience the same pleasure, the same overwhelming ecstasy that had left Ada and Ruth trembling and spent.
"Don't worry, Aunt," I whispered, my voice a low, comforting growl."I will make sure that Aunt's pussy squirts more than Mother Ada... more than Ruth. I will let you feel even better."My words floated between us, thick with intent, and Kerry's face got even redder, shyness and eagerness fighting in her eyes.
My hands went to her waist, and with a soft but sure pressure, I helped her to be on top of me, with her knees not steady. "A bit up, Aunt," I said, my voice becoming more of a command.
"Use your hand to hold my dick. See how hard it is... just for you." A promise was what I made to her, my words, and the look in my eyes never left hers as they trembled and moved to touch me.
She had a moment of hesitation before her little, trembling hand wrapped around my thick dick. Her fingers barely found around my dick, and I saw that the way her breath was reinforced by the feeling of my vibrant cock. "Like ... like this?" She whispered, her voice trembled because she kept my dick against my dripping pussy.
With the tip of my dick, it was pressed against her smart boards, a bit of her pussy lips. I could see her pubic hair shine because of her tension, the way pussy lips clung to my dick because he took her in a position.
"That's it, Aunt," I rumbled, my voice thick with approval and anticipation. "Now let your pussy have it. My cock should go one inch at a time into your pussy."
Kerry took a deep breath, dark eyes staring right back at me as she started to move down. The second my thick end broke into her tight passage, she drew in breath sharply, "Aaaaaah—!" Her pussy expanded around my dick, her walls squeezing hard as she tried to get yet more of me. "It... It's so big... much bigger than Mitt's," she sobbed incoherently, her voice breaking as she felt herself being filled.
Kerry's body trembled because I rubbed the thick, swollen head of my dick against my entrance, her breath felt painful because she made me feel pressure to dissolve her. Her pussy was begging to take my cock, her tension dripped from her thighs, which took place, her folds were swollen and swept away with need.
Every time my fingers brush her, the wet, vulgar voice fills the hut, the kind of sounds that hit my dick with expectation.
"Aaaaah..... hmm.. Dexter..." Her voice was a breathy, broken moan, her body tensing as the head of my cock pushed against her tight entrance. "It's so thick....."
I didn't hurry. Instead, I allowed her to feel, stretch, burn, as her body protested, because her pussy cheated her, her walls wandered on the tip of my dick as if they were trying to pull me deeply.
My fingers discovered the smart, swollen lips of her pussy, gathered her tension and spread it around her entrance, and made sure she was soaked, making sure she could take every empty of empty.
I growled low in my throat, the sound rough and dark, vibrating straight through her. My thumb pressed down on her clit, slow and firm, rubbing in tight little circles that made her whimper and arch her back.
"Look at this greedy little cunt," I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. "So swollen. So fucking needy for it." I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fingers teased her slick folds. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Waiting to spread this tight pussy open for me—let me fill you up like the good little breeder you are."
Her body trembled, her nails dug into my shoulders as if she was trying to anchor herself for me. I felt her heart rate; her heart was a hammer against her ribs like a caught bird.
My control was gone - some dark colored, some turned from wild. The words thrown from my lips were raw, dirty, and Kerry had never heard what kind of things before. But she didn't pull away. She wasn't there. Instead, his body is shaking me, his voice broke in a breathless, needy whisper.
"D-dexter-! Ahn! -I don't know.. aaaah !"
I didn't give her time to think. My hands held her hips, my fingers cut her soft meat because I started to take her down on my dick. Every inch was a conflict, her body was also opposed because her voice cheated her - how bad she wanted, how bad she wanted.
"Dexter... aaaah, you're talking so dirty..." Her voice was a breathy, broken moan, her body trembling as she tried to process the words I was feeding her.
"I feel... so excited... when I hear this..." The admission seemed to break something inside her, her hips twitching involuntarily as she took me deeper, her pussy clenching around the tip of my cock like it was trying to pull me in.
I didn't let her hide from it.
My hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the hut like a gunshot. Her body jerked, her gasp turning into a moan as her pussy clenched around me so tightly it was almost painful.
"Yeah... bitch," I growled, my grip tightening on her hips. "I can feel your pussy gripping my cock so fucking tight." Another slap, harder this time, making her whimper as her body arched into the sensation. "Tell me, slut... are you eager for it? Hungry for my cock?"
"Aaahh... hmmm..... Dexter.. don't hit me like that..." Her voice was a mix of protest and pleasure, her body betraying her as she pressed herself down further, her pussy stretching around the tip of my cock. "I feel.... strange..."
I held her hips firmly, not letting her take more than just the tip inside her. "Aunt Kerry... what do you mean?" I demanded, my voice low and commanding, my fingers digging into her flesh. "Why does it feel strange? Tell me."
She hesitated, her breath hitching as she tried to find the words. "That... that...."
"If you don't tell me," I warned, my voice dark with promise, "I won't let my aunt put my cock inside her pussy."
Her body trembled, her voice barely a whisper. "Aah.. Dexter... you're too much... can't I just... It feels... strange... and I feel this thing... that is asking me... to be hit more..."
My face was slowly, predatory smiling. "So should I slap more?" I didn't wait for an answer. My hand struck again upon her ass, the blow sounding sharp and loud, the girl screaming.
"Aaaah... Dexter..." Her moaning was crude, and her pleadings, and her body bowed on the feeling as her pussy squeezed me.
I leaned forward, and touching her ear with my lips, I said, Aunt, there is one more thing I want to ask. My hand crept up along her back and caught hold of her hair, and I yanked her head back a bit so that she was looking up at me. "Tell me were you jealous... of Mother Ada... taking my cock?"
Kerry's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I.. felt.. that you are mine... so why should Sister Ada.. get to squirt like that...." Her voice was barely audible, her confession tumbling out in a rush. "I saw she was really happy when she squirted.. I also want to be like that..."
"That's my good slut, Aunt Kerry," I murmured, my voice thick with approval. "Now take my cock."
I dropped my hands on her hips and allowed her to lead. She paused a little and then started to take herself down upon me, and her pussy was straddling my cock in the most obscene way.
Watching, hypnotized, my cock vanished inch by inch into her, her tightness nearly intolerable. The resistance was drive-making--her pussy so tight as she supposedly strangled me, her walls knotting up in discontent and then yielding in a wet, obscene pop.
"AAAAAAH—!!" The scream was crude, and her back arched, and she received me to the hilt, the lips of her pussy expanding obscenely around my cock. "It's—too big—! I can't—! Nnngh! —It's splitting me—!"
"Good," I hissed, my fingers tightening in her ass until they bruised. Because I will not leave until this pussy understands who its owner is.
I entered and penetrated into her, and my cock lodged further, her shiny black curls rubbing my flesh. "Now ride me, Aunt Kerry. Demonstrate to me how badly you have wanted this."
Kerry moved very clumsyly at first, and her hips jerked and the movement was so hard to do that I had to stand up and grab her and smack her on the ass.
The noise echoed in the hut, her pussy squeezing me so tight that I could see stars. "Aaaahhh—! Dexter hhmmmm—! —It's so deep!" Her breasts rolled with each swing, her black nipples as hard as pebbles, her breath in hoarse convulsed gulps. "I—I can't— take it...aaaaaah! Ah! Ah! —It's too much!"
Precisely what you require, I grumbled, in a low, guttural order. I ran my fingers through her mess of pussy before scraping the juices and pushing them into her mouth.
"Taste how desperate your cunt is for me." Her lips parted naturally, her tongue turned around my fingers as she sucked them off, her eyes filled up as she choked on herself. "You're dripping, Aunt Kerry. Your pussy says it wants to be stuffed.
"Mmmph—! Dexter..... I ..hmmm.." Her voice was smothered, her words were melted into a moan of needlessness as she had licked my fingers as she would have licked my cock, and her tongue had licked up each drop of her own stimulation.
It was with my grip on her waist that I was unable to relinquish as I thrust her down to my cock and forced my hips up. The feeling was incredible--her pussy was stretched around me, her walls were tight, and it seemed almost as though they were hurting. I groaned in a deep-guttural way as I bottomed out inside her. "Aaaaah..."
And then I felt it.
My cock with its thick, swollen head thrust against something inside of her, something soft, something yielding.
"AAAAAAAAH—!! DEXTER—!! STOP—!!" Her nails were digging into my shoulders, her nails cutting into my skin until they drew blood, but she made no attempt to take them out.
She couldn't. Her shock had frozen her body, and her pussy had tightened so hard around my cock that it was as if she were attempting to crush me. "Y-your cock—!! It's hitting—!! Nnngh—!! S-SOMETHING—!! AAAAAAAAH—!!"
But I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
That's all, Aunt, I snarled, snarling with a deep possessive growl. "Feel that? That's your fucking womb." My hips rose, my cock rubbing itself against that sensitive, untouched spot within her, and I felt it, how her body responded, how her womb was attempting to draw me in, how it was seeking to be drawn in by the tip of my cock. "It is trying to have my seed. Trying to swallow me whole."
The eyes of Kerry opened wide, and her mouth became slack as her mind fought to comprehend the thing that was going on. "Aaaaaah—!! WHAT—!! MY WOMB—!! WHAT IS THAT—!! AAAAAH—!!" It was a guttural, shrill scream, and I could feel her flesh vibrating wildly as I continued to press against that interior forbidden area. Her pussy tightened around me, nearly hurting, her walls trembling, her arousal washing heavily, teeming around my cock and stroking the base of my cock in hot, wet spurts.
"It is where a child is born, Aunt," I groaned, my voice level with lust, at the same time grinding my hips against her, thrusting my cock deeper. "And right now? Your womb is screaming for my seed. It's hungry for it."
I was sure that she would not get pregnant. My body belonged to me absolutely- my sperm inactive. But that didn't matter.
It was the manner of her body responding, the manner of her womb tightening around the end of my cock, trying to suck me in, trying desperately to hold me.
"Aunt, tell me, I must know," I said, and I clutched her hips, my fingers tearing her flesh. "Has Uncle Mitt ever given you such a deep fuck? Has he ever touched your womb with his cock?"
Kerry was shaking her head, shuddering, and her breath was broken and ragged. "N-NO—!! AAAAAH—!! IT'S THE FIRST TIME—!! YOUR COCK—IT KEEPS HITTING ME—!! DEXTER—!! IT'S TOO MUCH—!!" Her voice broke, her words drowned in a wailing, desperate keening cry, as her womb jerked at the tip of my cock, and her body made an attempt to suck me in, to swallow me.
I might feel it--how her womb opened, how it was gaped, to receive me, to suck the head of my cock within like a mouth agape.
I was becoming tight in my own liberation, my balls were knotted, my cock aching with the desire to fill her, to possess her in the most savage manner I could manage.
"Fuck—!! HERE IT COMES—!!" I snarled, and I pulled her down, and I made my fingers tighten around her hips, and my cock rose up hard like a fiery sword thrust into my heart. "AUNT KERRY—!! TAKE MY SEED—!! AAAAAAAAAAAA—!!"
And then I breached her.
And as soon as the head of my cock had forced its way through that last obstruction, I was caught fast by her womb, and her body gripped like a Vice on the tip of the cock.
It was as though I had never experienced it before--her womb sucking me, milking me, her body insistent on retaining me within her. My cum bursts in deep inside her, thick and hot, jeting into her womb in strong, throbbing streams.
Kerry's entire body convulsed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!" Her scream was raw, animalistic, her back arching so violently it was like she was trying to escape her own skin. And then—
"NGHHH—!! DEXTER—!! I—I CAN'T—!! IT'S—IT'S—!! AAAAAAAAAH—!!"
Her pussy exploded.
A torrent of fluid gushed from her, spraying out around my cock in powerful, relentless bursts. It wasn't just squirting—it was a flood, her juices drenching us both, soaking the stone bed beneath her, her body shaking with the force of her release.
I couldn't pull out—her womb had locked me in place, her body milking me for every last drop as her squirting hit my cock with pressure, her pussy pulsing around me, her womb clenching around the tip like it never wanted to let go.
"AAAAAAAAAAH—!! DEXTER—!! I'M SQUIRTING—!! AAAAAAAAAH—!! I CAN'T STOP—!! AAAAAAAAAH—!!" Her voice was a broken, desperate cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm crushed her, her pussy flooding around me, her womb drinking my cum like it was starved for it. "IT'S TOO MUCH—!! I CAN'T—!! AAAAAAAAAH—!!"
I groaned, my own release prolonging as her body milked me, her squirting drenching us both, her juices mixing with my cum as I filled her to the brink. "That's it, Aunt," I growled, my voice rough with satisfaction as I ground my cock against her womb, forcing her to take every last drop. "Take it all. Every. Fucking. Drop."
Her body trembled, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as her orgasm finally began to subside. But her womb still clung to me, her pussy still pulsed around my cock, like her body was refusing to let me go.
"D-Dexter..." she whimpered, her voice hoarse, her body spent. "It's... it's still... AAAAAH—!!" Another wave of fluid gushed from her, her pussy convulsing around me as her womb squeezed the tip of my cock, milking out the last of my cum.
I stayed buried inside her, my cock still throbbing, my body still owning hers. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice dark with approval as I finally pulled back slightly, feeling her womb reluctantly release its grip on me. "You took me so well, Aunt. Every. Last. Inch."
Kerry could only whimper in response, her body trembling, her pussy still dripping, her womb still aching for more. And I knew—this wasn't the end.
It was only the beginning.
Kerry collapsed on me, her limbs trembling like overstrained silk as my cock surged inside of her, and still thick and unyielding despite the torrent of cum I had already pumped into her.
"Hnnnngh..... D-Dexter..." he groaned, and her voice was a wretched, breathless moaning, and her chest swelled up, as she tried to get her breath. Her pussy spasmed weakly and desperately about my member, and as she dropped, she milked me.
I lifted her in my rough, jealous touch, her soppy cunt clinging to my cock in a convincing hold, until, with a cruel jerk, it was forcibly pulled open.
As I drew away, there was a foul, wet, schlicking sound inside the hut, my cock shining with her wet excitement and with her heavy, white strands of my sperm. Her lips of the pussy were distended and were opening a little; they could not close again after being spread so much.
The white dripped out of her slowly, obscenely, and so splattered beneath her, thick sticky ounces.
"Aaaaaaaah—! Uuuuummmm.....!" Kerry uttered a keening noise, and she shivered as one more drop of my seed trickled down her thigh in an obscene streak.
Her fingers clawed my breasts, her nails scraped feebly as she stood and stared, spell-bound, at the spurts of my cum streaming out of her long-exploited orifice. "Nnn... it's... It's still coming out..." she wailed, and her voice was shaking with a sensation of shame in her and helpless excitement.
I glanced at my cock--still hard, the veins aching, the head covered with her juices and my cum. "Fuck, Aunt,"I said, I growled, my voice rough with black satisfaction, ''Look at you. My cum pours out of you like you are a slut, a leaky, used-up slut."
I smacked her ass on the side, and I could hear her yelp now as her pussy squeezed itself out and another big glob of my seed was sent flying away.
Flushed crimson at the cheeks, Kerry caught her breath at another warm flow of cum slipping out of her. "D-Dexter...!" Her voice broke; she gasped.
"H-how... how is it still so hard?! You have already--ah!-- You have already released your seed three times today!" Her eyes flitted back and forth between my cock and the mess she was dripping out of her pussy.
I smirked. No fatigue. No weakness. Just relentless, primal stamina—whether from the Healing Factor or Limit Breaker, I didn't care. My body was a machine, and my cock refused to be satisfied.
I reached down, my thumb pressing against her puffy, cum-drenched lips, spreading them open just enough to watch another thick stream of my seed spill out.
"It's because it still needs to release more seed," I growled, my grip tightening around her chin as I forced her eyes to meet mine. The heat of her breath mingled with mine, her resistance melting under the weight of my dominance.
Her cheeks burned crimson. "More?" she stammered, a flicker of defiance cutting through her exhaustion. "Haven't you already filled me—and Sister Ada—over and over?" Her lip trembled between her teeth, her body still trembling from the lingering waves of her last climax.
"It has to be those herbs... they've turned you into something... relentless..." Her voice faltered, uncertainty seeping in.
I changed the topic to her and held her face, refused to let her look away, and asked, "Aunt, what about you?" I murmured, my voice thick with possession, "Tell me—are your nipples still hard? Is your pussy truly healed?"
Kerry shuddered against me, her breasts pressing into my chest as she lay sprawled across my body. "I... I feel healed," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
"After I squirted, the itching faded... but I can still feel it—your seed, warm inside me, shifting..." She writhed, her breath catching. "It's... a different kind of ache..."
My fingers slid down to her ass, gripping her flesh with possessive hunger. "Let me inspect your asshole," I ordered, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Is it still breathing and winking like before? Still clenching like it was before?"
Before she could even gasp a protest, I flipped her onto her hands and knees, spreading her cheeks wide. Her hole was swollen—red, raw, and pulsing with the faintest twitch of muscle, a silent confession of how thoroughly I'd wrecked her.
"Aaaah—Dexter..." she whimpered as I traced a finger along her crease, teasing the sensitive entrance.
"Aunt..." I murmured, my tone dripping with dark satisfaction. "Feel it? Still not healed... still breathing for me." My grip on her hips tightened, bruising, as I lined myself up against her trembling entrance.
Kerry, half-dazed, nestled her head against Ada's breasts, using her as a pillow before arching her ass higher. "Dexter... ?" she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I didn't answer.
I slammed forward.
AAAAAH—!!
Her scream ripped through the hut as I slammed home, my cock burying itself to the hilt in one merciless thrust. Her back snapped into a violent arc, her spine bending unnaturally as her body rebelled against the intrusion.
"Nnngh—! It's—too big—!" she sobbed, her voice breaking, her fingers clawing at Ada's body like she could escape. "Aaaaaah—! It's stretching me—! My asshole—! It's tearing—! AAAAAAH—!"
Fuck.
She wasn't wrong.
The muscle was choking my cock, and the ring was so tight that she was attempting to squeeze my muscles. The heat was unreal, her body struggling at every inch, her walls trembling in agonized little convulsions as I stretched her farther than she had ever imagined.
I could feel that--how her asshole resisted, how her body shivered, how her breath came in fierce broken gasps as she strove to assimilate the pain, the fullness of it, the sheer violation of it.
Fuck, you're tight, I groaned, my voice a dark, approving growl as I pressed his hips against her, making her accept all of me.
Like a fucking virgin-- My fingers in her hips, my hand bruising, and I have her, my cock in her bruising heat. Your ass was to be wrecked, wasn't it?
"Ahhh—! Dexter—! It's too deep!" she wept, her ass tightening around me as another orgasm twisted within her.
"That's it--" I grumbled, grinding my thumb on her clit, rubbing it in big circles. "Scream for me. "
"Nnngh—! Ahhh—! I can't—!" sobbed she, and her body trembled on the edge. "I'm gonna—! I'm gonna break—!"
"You will squirt," I corrected, my cock swelling inside her as I bottomed out, my balls tightening. "And you're going to do it all over my cock, you good little whore you are."
"Y-yes!" she screamed, and tore her nails down Ada's tits.
Now, yes, like the good little breeding slut you are, take it like a cunt," I grumbled, reaching down to her hair and pulling it, so I could see her face when I took her.
"Ahhh—! Dexter—! It's too much!" she cried aloud, and her body shook as I bent her in fashions she had never before been subjected to.
"That's all--" I grumbled, my thumb rubbing up against her clit, rubbing it. "Scream for me. Speak to me about how you like to be used as cock hungry slut."
"Nnngh—! Ahhh—! I can't—!" she cried, her asshole grip tightening round my cock, another orgasm coming. "I'm gonna—! Ahhh—! I'm gonna break—!"
I grabbed hold of her hair, pulled her backwards, so that her throat opened up, and she arched her back up as I smashed into her with a vicious, repetitious beat. Her ass was bobbing with each stroke, the flesh trembling in my hand, and I could not resist-- my palm smacked her cheek with a SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AHHH—!" Shrieked she, and her body jerked forward, and I dragged her back by the hair, with my cock never leaving her wrecked hole. "Too much—! It's too much!"
Not enough, I snarled, and my other hand struck her ass again--SMACK! SMACK!--smack, smack, a burning red on the flesh, her flesh bouncing to it.
"You can take more. You will take more." I threaded my fingers through her hair and tugged it enough to get her whimpering, her head numbing, her breath coming in painful gasps.
and I gave her a push,--one fierce, heartless, rush, my cock plunging into her without any previous law, without mercy, and then, with one violent thrust, impaling her to the quick.
"AAAAAAH—! MOTHER..... AAAAAAAAAH, DEXTER—!"
Her scream was guttural, raw, and as she shook her body convulsed, her voice broke, and her spine snapped into a desperate arc.
"Aaaaaaaah—! Hmmm... Slow down... " she sobbed, her words snatching into a whimpering, pleading moan, her body trembling under me. "Aaaaaaaah—! It hurts—!"
Her scream was harsh, guttural, and she was convulsing her body with I was bottoming out, my hips against her ass, my balls touching her wet pussy. "Fuck—!" sobbed she, and her asshole squeezed me, as she struggled to receive the invasion. "Dexter—! I cannot aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaaah take it... hmmmm"
''Yes, I will," I growled, and my hold in her hair became harder as I pounded into her, my cock as deep as my cock and in her wrecked hole, each stroke of the cock sank farther than the previous one.
SMACK! My hand struck her again on the ass, with a bang in the hut, her body shaking, her groans becoming desperate, desperate whines. You'll steal my every fuckin inch, and you'll like it.
"Nnngh—! Ahhh—! Please!" begged she, her body trembling and her asshole fluttering about my cock, as another orgasm rose within her, and bound itself round my cock with each fierce slap of my hips against her.
I knew it--how her body stiffened, how breath caught, how her walls contracted round me as she strove to squeeze out the last drop of milk. That, I moaned, my thumb rubbing the length of her clit and again and again punishing her. "Cum for me. Now."
And she shattered.
Her back arched, her nails digging into Ada's, making Ada moan in her sleep, and Kerry her orgasm ripped through her, her asshole pulsing around my cock, her juices dripping down her thighs.
"Dexter—! AAAAHHH—!" she screamed, and she broke, and her body was trembling as I swivelled my cock through her, and my cock was swelling, and my ejaculation was streaming at the bottom of my back.
"Good girl," I muttered, and this time my voice was crude with lust as the crash of my own climax broke over me. I dipped my whole cock in her and soaked her rotten hole with my cum, gripping her there, not letting go, my other hand still turning her ass red with her possession.
She fell under me, and her body shook, her breath came in hoarse gasps, her fuckhole jerking against my cock.
"AAAAAAH—!!" Her body shuddered, and Kerry screamed as her orgasm destroyed her, and her juices poured all down my balls.
I withdrew gradually, and could see my cum streaming out of her well-fucked pussy and falling down on the bed of stone below her. Oh, look at that, I said to myself, running my fingers through the mess I had made of her. "Look how well you took me."
Twitching, Kerry whimpered as I thrust two fingers into her belly, scraping the thick and sticky stuff of my cum and her juices and dragging it back to her lips. Gazing up at me with dark eyes, wide and desperate, her tongue already darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.
"Clean it up," I said, my voice a dark, deep dictum that sank in her and made her tremulous.
She didn't hesitate.
Her lips parted, and her tongue swam all over my fingers with a skilled and sloppy adoration, licking up every drop like a starving slut. "Mmm..." she moaned, and fluttered with her eyes, sucking them out, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked them deeper.
As I pulled them off, there was a narrow strand of cum linking her lips to my flesh, and she followed it behind me, whining. "More," she whispered, needily. "I want more."
Fuck.
And glancing at her so, the bright shining of her lips, the clouded lust of her eyes, her body trembling as yet, after the last encounter, she was the ideal slut.
Break me, break my heart, you masochist in heat. I shuddered to look at her, so ravaged, and yet so hungry, and my cock jerked, and was already growing hard again.
I did not give her time to come back to herself.
With a single brutal movement, I rolled her over, my hands on her thighs and spreading them as I did it. Her pussy was a mess, swollen and glistening and still dripping with my cum. My cock, which was thick and veiny, twitched as I positioned it, and the head was thrust into her entrance.
The breath of Kerry came in hitched, her eyes expanded in the sight of it, she touched it, or smelled it, her body reacted to the touch. "Dexter—"
"Aunt Kerry, look at yourself.. You are such a slut." I did not finish, as I hurled myself viciously, and now my blade was embedded to the hilt within his body.
"AAAAAAH—!!"
Her scream cut the hut in half, her back humping out of the bed, her fingers clawing Ada the tits. "It's too much—! Nnngh!—I can't—! Ah! Ah!—It hurts!"
"It is meant to hurt." I sneered, my hips driving into her in brutal accuracy, my cock tearing her raw, used pussy. And I clamped my hands around her throat, and tightened my fingers just enough, until she gasped, and had to look in my eyes, as I destroyed her.
"You belong to me now, Aunt Kerry. My voice went down to a growl, my lips passed over her ear. "This pussy? This tight, virgin asshole? It belongs to me."
"Y-yes—!" she sobbed, her body trembling as another orgasm already built inside her. "Aaaahhh—! It's yours! Please—I—I need—! Nnngh!—I need more!"
"Then take it," I commanded, my cock swelling inside her as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her ass with wet, obscene sounds. "Take every fucking inch like the good little slut you are."
The pussy was wet, and her juices would be dripping down her ass to her thighs as I would keep her senseless. Look at you, I moaned, and pushed my thumb against her clit and rubbed it in punishing circles. "You love this, don't you? The love like that is my personal fucktoy, my breeding slut.
"YESSS—!" she screamed, and her body twitched around me, and her nails raked down my back. "AAAAH—! I love it! Nnngh!—I love your cock—! Please, don't stop—! Aaaahhh—!"
I wasn't going to.
"I'm not coming out until and unless you're stuffed to the brim with my cum," I snarled, and my cock throbbed as I sank to the root and my hips scraped against hers.
She stiffened her body, and then her breath came in with ragged, broken gasps. "I.... I'm gonna—! Nnngh!--I'm going to squirt again, hmmm....aaaaaaaaah.
"Do it, I said, in a deep, jealous growl. "Cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are.
And she shattered.
Her spine was up, the pussy contracting around me as her orgasm ran through her, her scream raw and desperate. "AAAAAAH—!! Dexter—! I am gonna.... aaaaaaaaah"
I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
Never when she was this good--when her pussy was sucking me and her walls fluttered all around my cock as I pushed it into her. I was grabbing up her hips, and my fingers were drilling to the point of bruising as I drove into her, my cock in her, my orgasm coursing at the bottom of my spine.
"Fuck you, you are perfect," I groaned, feeling my thumb against her asshole, rubbing it up the tight ring. "I am going to stuff this pussy and you will be dripping with my cum days."
And then I came.
I growled and buried myself deep, and my cock twitched, and I flooded her with my cum, pumping thick and hot in spurts into her. "Take it," I said, with my deep rumbling voice, and pressed her against me. "Every. Last. Drop."
Kerry fell under me, spent, trembling in that pussy and full of my cum. Her thighs were oily with it, her breath was in disjointed, broken gasps, as she tried to get on her feet again. Her skin was flushed, her hair wet with perspiration, her lips inflamed with the biting.
I slipped my cock out of her in a calculated, dirty slowness, the damp kiss of her pussy clad to my body--an oily, obscene pop as her swollen lips stuck to my cock. At last exhausted, my cock grew tender, its paining intensity the close of its very strict urgency.
As I stepped over her entrance with my great head, a torrent of cum poured out in a hot, sticky gush. It ran down her spread thighs and collected in a glittering pool underneath her ass, an oily witness to what we had just done.
"Nnngh—!" Kerry whimpered, and the body that had just been filled suddenly emptied, and her frightened fingers tore at the cloth. "Aaaah..." Another huge burst of cum squirted out of her pulsing pussy as she uttered another needy, broken sound as it ripped out of her throat.
"D-Dexter..." Her voice was uncouth and harsh, her hips jerking as though she wanted to thrust it back in--or as though she were asking me to thrust it in her.
Look at you, I snarled, pushing my thumb against her stained and swollen slit, to cause another burst of cum to play out. "Such a mess." My fingers went down the sticky, white rivers that were dripping along her thighs and thrust them back in with a slowness, a deliberateness that had the effect of pushing them deep within her. "You are so leaky like the weepings of a broken little slut."
"Aaaah—! Hmmm..." With a moan, she threw aside her back out of the bed, her legs reached farther apart--weetly gave herself, implored without a word.
"It's—too much—..." she whined, though her hips rose, rubbing against my hand, and seeking the intensity, the fullness, the possession.
"No such thing," I grumbled, my fingers scraping up more of my cum, and pushing it back into her voracious cunt. You are supposed to be dripping me.
I bent over, and my lips touched her ear, purring darkly. "Tomorrow I want you to walk just like that. Leak out of you with each step as it were, my seed."
"Nnngh—!" Her body shivered, another batch of cum pouring out of her pussy as her walls contracted on nothing, and she was willing to be filled again. "P-please..." she wept, and her nails sank into my arm. I—I can not hold it--all coming out, I--!
Good, I growled, and my cock twitched since I saw her ruined pussy, still throbbing, still weeping over me. "Because you're mine, Kerry. And mine stays inside you."
Her throat was in the grip of my free hand, and she was made to look at the mess of her leg, the cum dripping off of her, the shiver of her body, the pathetic need of her glazed eyes. "Now tell me who is the owner of this pussy."
"Y-you—!" she screamed, and her voice fissured as the next spurt of cum dripped down her, falling on my fingers. "Aaaah—! It's yours, Dexter! It's all yours!"
"Yes, bitch" I said, and the mouth crashed against her, and I drank in her whimpers and her desperation and the salt of her tears, and forced my tongue in between her teeth. My hand never ceased-- pushing, scooping, shoving my cum deeper inside her, so that she remained stuffed full of me.
By the time I managed to withdraw, her lips were both bruised and swollen, and her eyes were glazed, and her pussy was still streaming my cum down onto the cold stone below her. Kerry was so tired that she passed out into sleep there, and never thought of the reason I had been making love to her in the first place, and curing her with each stroke.
She had forgotten her sore pussy, her sensitive nipples, how I had made use of her to heal her.
But fuck--simply the sight of them, lying there all three of them, with their limbs bound up together, their skin wet with sweat and wasted lust, my cock twitched defiantly as it pushed itself against my thigh. They were a mess. A beautiful fucking mess.
The hut smelled of sex, and it was the scent of sour musk, the bitter odor of squirting, and the clinging odor of dried cum on a human body. It was everywhere.
On the thighs of Ada, still greasy with my pumping. On the ass of Kerry, where I had made a brand of it like a cunt. The stone upon which they rested was even sticky with the same.
I flicked between Ada and Ruth, the narrow bed, which was hard as stone, and just large enough to fit three. I pulled Ada to me, and her body fit with mine, the feeling of her warm and heavy tits against my chest.
Ruth lay cuddled against my left, and Kerry, even asleep, fastened to my right, her thighs holding tighter than they can, as though in an attempt to keep my cum in her. Her fingers jerked back against my stomach, her whimpers died to a low, needy moan, and deeper she sank into the slumber of her cum-drunk sorrow.
I smirked into the dark.
Sleep now, slut.
When she woke up... I'd fuck the rest of it out of her.
Before surrendering to sleep, I pulled up my Pervert Points—just out of habit—and nearly choked on my own breath. 9,668. Already? A slow, triumphant smirk curled my lips.
I hadn't even been here a full day, and I'd already stacked enough to ensure I wouldn't starve, wouldn't want for anything. The system was generous, and I was good at this.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Had I missed anything? I triggered Pervert Eyes, letting the crimson glow of untapped points bleed into my vision. Kerry and Ada were clean—no lingering dots, no unfinished business.
But Ruth—oh, Ruth. My gaze locked onto her, the faintest crimson sparks clinging to her like a tease. Her lips, still slightly parted from exhausted panting, glowed with untouched potential. And then there were her armpits—delicate, shadowed hollows, untouched, waiting. My fingers itched just thinking about it.
I couldn't see her asshole or the curve of her asscheeks from this angle, but my memory was sharp. Had I even touched her there? No. Not yet. Which meant those points were still hers to give—still mine to take.
My fingers twitched. I could reach out, wake her just enough to claim the rest... but Ada's deadweight sprawled across my chest, her breath slow and deep, her tits pressing into me like a living blanket. Moving now would take effort. And Ruth wasn't going anywhere.
The fire outside had smouldered down, the light which had been fierce had become a dull, pulse-less amber, hardly caressing the sides of the hut. There was the odor of smoke and sex, the odor of musk of cum and sweat sticking to the stone walls.
I sighed and the life out of the day sunk into my bones. My cock, which, yet half-hard with the recollections of the night, was twitching on Ada's thigh. Something incoherent Kerry muttered in her sleep, her legs were still clenched tight, and her body still recalled the order not to spill it all over.
I made my eyes fall, the blackness behind them teeming--possibilities, promises of warmth, of flesh submitting to my hands, of the gradual, measured dissolution of all the last opposition.
There was still a scent of sex in the air, of sweat and cum and some primitive metallic odour of something possessed. I felt good in my bones, the good kind of tiredness, the kind that comes with full utilization of my body- and exhaustion of others as well.
Sleep now.
Time melted away into nothing, that drowsiness, that sleep, heavy, dreamless, only to follow a night of dissipation. But presently--a voice, low at first, then more and more insistent, and dragging me back to the surface.
"Dexter..." A murmur, such as the fingers on my flesh. "Dexter... wake up... It's morning..."
My eyelids went up, with the final drowsiness of sleep. The face of Ada appeared, still made dark by the effects of last night, with shadowed eyes. Her hair was a crazy mess, and stood sticking to the wetness at the back of her neck, and her lips were a little swollen with kisses--or perhaps with the manner in which she had bitten them in order to suppress her moans. She looked used. And she looked satisfied.
Beside me, Kerry stirred, her limbs stretching like a cat waking from a sunbeam. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, as if her body still remembered the weight of me between them.
And then there was Ruth.
Still asleep. Still mine.
Her body was curled against me, her breath slow and even, her skin warm where it pressed against my side. One of her hands rested on my chest, possessive even in sleep. The sight of her like this—innocent, unaware—sent a fresh surge of something dark and possessive through me. She was mine, in a way the others weren't. Mine to protect. Mine to corrupt. Mine to keep.
I turned my head toward Ada, my voice rough with sleep and something else—something hungrier. "Mother Ada..."
Kerry sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Dexter... wake Ruth up... It's time to go for a bath. It's time." Her tone was practical, but there was an edge to it, something that hinted at the night we'd all shared. At the things we'd done.
Ada flushed, and looked in my direction and at her daughter. Her shoulders were strained, where it had never been before. She leaned forward, and her voice was reduced to a whisper.
"Dexter..." She was indecisive, and her fingers nearly squeaked on my shoulder. " Never tell Ruth about your healing seed, or about you putting your cock in us."
The implication of her words was thick in the air between us. I could read in her eyes the dread not of herself, but of Ruth. To the illusion of chastity still in the mind of her daughter.
"I do not want her to think of you like a different person who put his cock in a dirty woman like us," Ada said, her voice shook like a leaf in the wind. "We cannot gauge the response she will have when she finds out that you have slept with someone such as me-someone that she may consider as not worthy." Her lips steadied in a thin line, and her eyes were flicking about at the sleeping form of Ruth.
"And, I do not want either of you to suffer on account of this, though it might have been a part of healing. And it is better that Ruth should not know about this?"
I nodded slightly in that knowing way of mine, and my mind was already working on the perverted logic of it. Yeah, this was for the best. For now, at least.
Ruth, was my wife--or near enough in this world of the fuck. The one that I was to treat as something precious, as something undiscovered. And nevertheless my cock had put half the night in the cunt of her mother, and her aunt, that little hole of hers, still reeking of my cum like a badge of honor, still.
It should've felt wrong.
But here? In this place where desire wasn't just accepted—it was fucking rewarded—it didn't. If anything, it made me feel like a goddamn king.
I glanced at Ada again, my eyes dragging over her body like a man starving. She was a milf—thick in all the right places, her tits heavy, her hips built for gripping while I fucked her raw. And Kerry? Fuck, she'd taken me like she'd been waiting for it, her pussy clenching around my cock like she never wanted me to pull out.
But Ruth?
She was still passed out beside me, her breath soft, her body warm against mine. Innocent. Or at least, she played at it. The thought of her finding out—of her realizing just how deep I'd been inside her mother, how hard I'd fucked her aunt—should've made me feel guilty.
It didn't.
It made my cock twitch.
Because let's be real—Ruth was mine. But Ada and Kerry? They were mine too. And if that made me a sick fuck for wanting them all?
Good.
I liked the taste of sin.
The gray light in the morning shone through the curtains, and I felt Ada moving above me, her body tensed in an agonized gasp. "Hmm... aah... it hurts..." she whimpered, her fingers shivering in her as she seemed to reach backward to her asshole, and her face twisted in pain.
I reached out to her and touched her by the wrist, with a caring voice. "Mother Ada... are you okay?"
When Ada said, "My asshole... it stings a bit when I move... "one of her cheeks turned flushed with embarrassment, and she was whispering. Shame was making her voice rich, yet her flesh failed her--her thighs tightening against one another in their attempt to alleviate the soreness.
"Let me look," I said to her, pushing my hands around her waist, and turning her on her side very tenderly.
I opened her legs partway and stared at the swollen, reddened lines of her asshole, which were still sore after such fierce sodomism the previous night.
The vision caused me a dark thrill, but I compelled myself to keep on thinking about her unhappiness. I was stroking the soft body with my fingers, and Ada shuddered and her body spasmed. "Does it hurt here, Mother Ada?"
"It... it does not hurt all the time," she said, biting her nails. "But when I move... aah... it stings..."
I looked up at her, with my thumb rubbing over the heated skin." What do you think about your pussy and your hard nipples? Are they cured?"
Ada nodded, flushing all over. "It's all right... When I woke up, my pussy was no longer dripping, and my nipples had cooled off, too..."
I looked at Kerry, and she gave a slight gasp of pain, a moaning kind of pain. She said, "Hmmm..." and her legs parted a little, her fingers stroking at her puffy, bright-red pussy.
It was obscene, and her lips were lensed by the unremitting sucking, and I knew that her ass was as susceptible. I said, "Aunt Kerry," in a strong, tender voice. "You're hurt too."
Ada sat herself on one elbow with her brow creased upon her as she gazed at Kerry. "Kerry, what happened... after...?" She was indecisive with a distinctly clouded memory." I remember I squirted so hard... and then I fell asleep..."
Kerry squirmed as her fingers never let go of her swollen, throbbing pussy, as she talked, her thighs trembling. "It's Dexter," she acknowledged, and only a little stronger than a whisper, her face and cheeks flushed with a residual arousal.
"His cock did not subside since... he emptied his seed into your asshole, Sister Ada. So I... I helped him after that..." Her fingers were jerking at her swollen lips; the memory by itself seemed to be sufficient to bring the pain back to life.
The eyes of Ada dilated a little, and there was nothing in the look but care, and something more, something almost envious. "Dexter... cured you, too?" She asked, softly and trembling. Did he stuff it into your ass also?
Kerry shook her head, and her breath stopped as she thought about the never-ending fucking. "No... I... at first, when I saw that his cock was not calmed down. I put it into my pussy to attempt to calm it down." Her lips were bitten, her fingers sinking deeper into her swollen flesh.
"But even if he released his seed inside me, his cock did not quiet down. So... he concluded first to cure me.first." Her tone was reduced to a whisper. "He inserted his cock in my ass... and then in my pussy, and I squirted... and then... fell asleep..."
The breath had stopped, and Ada herself had instinctively slipped her hand towards her own little asshole, as though she were imagining the length and the pain, the fullness of it. "Oh my god..." she breathed. He sprayed his seed so many times..." Her tone was rich with incredulity--and something deeper, something sort of needy.
Kerry nodded and shuddered at the thought of it." Yes... as he spurred his seed into the inside of my asshole, it... It healed me." She moved her position and groaned with pain. "It is a little sore, but it does not itch anymore. And my nipples... well, they are not sore either."
Kerry looked at me, and the look came down to my cock, which was lying slack between my thighs. Our atmosphere was oppressive and filled with the spirit of the night before, seductive, jointless. "Dexter..." she said, with cautious hope in her voice, as though she were afraid to hope that it was really over. "Is your cock calmed down now?"
I looked at it and then at her with a smirk on my lips. "Yes, Aunt Kerry," I said, it is, but with a kind of satisfaction about it. "Thanks to your performance last night, my cock was finally able to calm down because of the release of my seed in your pussy once again."
Kerry didn't look away. Rather, she fell forward slightly, and her eyes were fixed on my cock as though she were half-anticipating it to twitch, to swell, to insist on more of her.
It is as though it had been put back in shape... she swore, and her fingers were at length dragged off her swollen pussy, as though she did not want to let them. Her voice was relieved indeed, though there was more there than that, something supposed disappointed.
She sighe,d and her shoulders lowered slightly. "All right, thank the ancestors, everything is all right."
I turned my eyes on Ruth as she lay still, her thighs clenched together in an attempt to restrain the painful aching that was there between them. Her pussy was puffiest of all, swollen, red, and inflamed with the constant pounding it was getting.
Even her breathing had a faint, periodic ache of uneasiness, as her body continued to adapt itself to the consequences of such complete possession.
I said to myself, Ruth, you are the worst in the pussy. They all would have done with a painkiller or some sort of soothing cream, but we were in the midst of nowhere in terms of modern medicines. What was I supposed to do to relieve their sufferings in this world?
Ada, seeing what seemed to be the stillness of Ruth, bent down and started stirring her. "Ruth... wake up..." she said in her soft but insistent voice. "Ruth..."
With a drowsy murmur, Ruth roused her head, and her lips were slightly open as she said, Mother... Then her eyes opened, and the first sign she had was my face. "Dexter..." she moaned, leaped up with a quick and agonizing groan. "Aaah... it hurts..."
Ada smiled, and her hand was lying upon the shoulder of Ruth. Hurt it is to say the least, you see, she answered, with the warm voice of sympathy and comprehension. "I, too, was hurt when your father did that to me... the first time."
I watched the fall of the expression on Ruth's face when she heard about her father, a darkness of sorrow overspreading her features. And I wanted to say something--to comfort her--but I hadn't time, and Ada went on, as gently but emphatically as before.
"Ruth, your father's spirit must be very happy now," she said, pulling Ruth into a soft embrace. "Because you've found a man... who loves and dotes on you."
Ruth nodded and hugged Ada to her even more tightly, burying her face in her shoulder, and her body shook a little. "Mother..." said she, mumbling, yet laden with feeling.
Then suddenly she drew in, her black eyes big and bright with the unshed tears. "Mother, last night... what was it... I recall I began-- "Her breath was hard, And flushed her cheeks in crimson as she fought to speak.
"Oh, my ancestors... I... I peed on Dexter..." She lost her voice, her hands wove together in her lap, and her whole body was bracing itself to a repulsion. "I'm so sorry, Dexter. I do not know, what happened to me... I just... I lost control..." A drop of tears would run on her cheek, and her lower lip shook. "Please don't be angry... I didn't mean to—"
I didn't let her finish. I withdrew her in my arms in a single movement, my hand behind her head where I drew her against my chest. "Why would I be angry?" I grunted, and I had a gravelly and yet kind voice.
"And I'm not angry, Ruth. Not even close." I tilted her face upwards compelling her to look at me. The fear in her eyes gutted me. I liked it, I said, and wiped her tears away with my thumb. "More than liked it, actually."
In her tears-filled eyes Ruth searched mine, stuttering in her breath as though she could not quite believe me. "Really?" she said, in a very low tone.
I nodded, and my hold on her was tightening a little. It is squirting, I said, and my voice went down to a lower, darker pitch of intimacy. "When a woman is so overcome with pleasure, when she is too happy, too satisfied, then she leaks like that. It's not piss, Ruth. It's something else entirely. I call it Squirting." I followed up the curve of her cheek with my fingers and my voice still dropped. It is evidence of my goodness of feeling you.
She took a gasp and then her face flushed as she digested what I said. "Did you like it when you squirted?" I questioned, in a low rumbling voice, my other hand slipping down to make a possessive touch on her waist.
Ruth nodded slowly, her gaze flickering away before returning to mine, shame and arousal warring in her expression. "Yeah..." she admitted, her voice trembling.
"I felt... this strange, deep itch inside my pussy. Like something I needed to scratch, but only your hard cock could reach it." She bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my loincloth.
"And then... it just happened. I thought I was peeing, but it felt... different. Like my whole body was letting go. And after... I felt so good, so light... like I could float away. Then I just... fell asleep." Ada suddenly let out a soft, knowing chuckle, shaking her head as she reached out to squeeze Ruth's hand.
"Ruth, you silly girl," she said, though her voice was warm with affection. "You can't just let go like that without letting Dexter drop his seed inside you first." Her tone turned playful yet firm, the way a mother scolds a child she adores.
" If you want to get pregnant. You need that seed planted deep if you're going to give me a grandson one day."
Ruth's eyes darted to me, then down to my cock, her expression turning serious. "Last night... I did," she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. Kerry, who had been listening with a small, amused smile, finally spoke up.
"No, little one," she said, her tone gentle but unyielding. "When you squirted, the force of it pushed Dexter's cock right out of you. He didn't get to release his seed inside you at all." Ruth's face fell, her shoulders slumping as guilt crashed over her.
"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling with remorse. "I'm so sorry. I failed you. I didn't fulfill my duty as your woman..." She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, her hands clutching at my arms like she was afraid I'd pull away. I cupped her face in both hands, my thumbs brushing her cheeks as I forced her to meet my gaze. "You didn't fail me, Ruth," I said, my voice firm.
"And you're not just my woman because you can take my seed. You're mine because I chose you." I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her lips. "But if you're offering to let me try again... who am I to refuse?"
Ruth's expression shifted, her spine straightening as determination flickered in her eyes. "I will take your seed," she vowed, her voice suddenly serious, almost fierce. "And I'll give birth to a strong son for you. I promise."
I was unable to resist taunting her, and a smile on my lips. "I want a dozen."
The eyes of Ruth were opened in disbelief, her mouth opened a little. "A dozen?!" she repeated, and her voice was squeaking with disbelief.
Ada and Kerry started laughing, Ada holding her stomach, wiping tears of amusement off. Oh, Dexter, you'll have to work very hard to get that many, you see, said Ada, who was giggling.
Kerry grinned and her hand was on the shoulder of Ruth as she shook her head. I believe Ruth will grow up in several years before she is ready to have twelve of your children, Dexter.
Ruth, who was still working the point, glared up at me with awe and horror. "D-dozen..." she hesitated, and then a smile overspread her face and her lips turned down into a timid smile. "I'll try my best."
Ada then rose, and reached her arms up over her head, and then pulled at the leaf skirt, tying it round her waist, and stuck new leaves over her nipples. Then enough, I see, on grandchildren, and dozens of babies, she thought, but her eyes were glittering with pleasure. "We need to bathe. Much too early the river will be silent.
Kerry did the same, stood up and smoothed her leaf skirt. Ruth tried to get up too, but she cringed pushing herself to her legs, her thighs shivering a little.
The steps of Kerry and Ada were less prudent, but more nimble than normal, and there was some slight stiffness in their movements, which was a seep of pain between their legs.
I also wore my leaf skirt, and then I reached out, my hand settling on Ruth's back, my fingers brushing against the curve of her asscheeks. A notification flashed in my vision—100 points—as Ada's eyes flicked to my hand, her lips quirking in amusement. I shifted my touch slightly, my fingers grazing the other cheek, earning another 100 points.
A little, involuntary gasp of surprise came out of Ruth, and she tensed her body to my touch. "Aah Hmmm..." she said, blushing much more warmly, however, not with shame.
The early morning air was cool on our skin, and we got out of the hut. It was early, the sun was just beginning to come up, but the eastward sky was lightening, the first rays of daylight beginning to color the horizon with the pale yellow of pink and gold.
I went out and saw that the whole tribe was already roused--men, women, and children getting out of their huts as the first rays of daylight fell upon the earth.
I thought it at that time: their lives were like the sun. They woke as it rose and gave in to sleep as soon as it descended behind the horizon.
But my mind was elsewhere. I looked around with my eyes and tried to find Mitt, Tusk, and Ryan. Not here. I suppose they had to go out hunting again.
At this moment, I realized that Kina was coming my way, with a purpose, long legs bearing her toward us. "Dexter..." she called, and her voice was bright as her eyes flitted to and fro between me and Ruth.
She paused, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, and looked us over. "My father told me that you and Ruth are... now together." Her eyes were keen, evaluative, and she had a trace of teasing in her voice.
I took Ruth even nearer, and my arm around her waist clutched her in a possessive way. Yes, sister, I added steadily. "Ruth is my woman now."
The smile of Kina broadened, and her face was filled with real warmth when she looked at Ruth. "Congratulations, Ruth!" she said and stretched out to squeeze the arm of her sister. However, next she changed her expression and her eyes became serious as she stared at me.
"Dexter," she said, almost warningly. "It is not even a whole day since you were here. And already hast thou possessed our Ruth." She walked up and her eyes slightly narrowed. "She's precious to us. To me. So you see, I myself can not permit you to beat her. I will not forgive you in case you do."
Her eyes then became gentle, and she looked again toward Ruth, but her voice was close. "Tell me whether my brother bullies you or not," she said, softer and yet with an edge. "I will beat him up."
Ruth shook her head at once and came nearer to my side, in an effort to take refuge in my chest. "No, Kina..."
"Dexter is good to me. He loves me. Takes care of me." Her head went back, her dark eyes looking up at me, and her expression was full of a love which seemed to be pondering at my ribs. "You know my circumstances, about how I have labored. But now... I'm happy. Because I'm Dexter's woman."
Kina smiled to herself, though her smile faded almost instantly, and then she uttered a low, mocking laugh. "Oh, Ruth, you're getting on the side of your man now?" It was not an accusation she made in her voice, only a form of joking, the sort of thing brothers and sisters do to each other, poking at each other's tender spots.
Then, her curiosity shifted. "Where are you guys going?" Yes, said she, looking back and forth.
Ruth didn't hesitate. To bathe, she said, in a light-minded but detached tone. "We're dirty from last night."
Kina smiled and nodded her head. Come on, Ruth, come on, she said, already drawing near. "I'll also take a bath. Many days have passed since I was last washed." She had her arms above her head, as though she were saying the word with them, and her costume of a leaf-dress made a slight movement by the motion.
I froze.
Many days?
I looked at Kina, and then at the tribe. The road leading to the stream was almost deserted--we and some stragglers only, and the moaning of the woods.
There was no one apparently on his way to the water. There was no one walking along laughing, no children running before their parents, splashing. Just... silence.
I had a look around, and my eyes wandered over the huts and the people who were still hovering about them. The elders were sitting outside, and their skin was dusted by sweat and dirt, and their clothes, which were scanty, were stained with the dirt of everyday life.
The women at the fires were smeared and their hands turned brown. The children who were playing in the dirt were covered in it as their little bodies were streaked with mud and ash.
I felt a shiver of understanding.
They don't bathe daily.
Of course they didn't.
There was no water and soap, and a day-in, day-out world. This was survival. This was tribal life. Cleanliness was not a need, but a luxury. A rare one, at that.
I sighed, and my brain was going round. How often do they wash, then? Once a week? Once a month? Not till the smell is too much, or the dirt is so much that it begins to itch?
Kina didn't seem bothered by it. Neither did Ruth, Ada, or Kerry. To them, this was normal.
But to me?
I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching at my sides.
This was going to take some getting used to.
Kina's expression wavered, her sternness melting as she saw the sincerity in Ruth's eyes. But then, as if unable to resist, she reached out and took Ruth's hand, pulling her gently forward—"Come with me..."—only for Ruth to let out a sharp, pained gasp.
"Hmm—aaah... Kina..." Her legs clenched together, her face contorting as the sudden movement sent a jolt of discomfort through her.
I reacted instantly, my hand shooting out to grip Kina's shoulder. "Sister," I said, my voice sharp with warning. "Ruth is still hurt. You have to be careful with her."
Kina froze, her eyes flicking between Ruth's pained expression and my protective stance. Then, her gaze locked onto mine, her brows lifting in realization—and accusation. "And whose fault is it," she said, her voice laced with mock sternness, though there was a hint of amusement beneath it, "that she's hurt in the first place?" She crossed her arms, her head tilting slightly as she waited for my answer.
I didn't flinch. "Mine," I admitted, my voice unapologetic. "And I'll make sure she's taken care of."
Kina looked at me for a long time and sighed, shaking her head. You better, she said to herself, but her mouth was twitching. Or I will see my threat through.
Ruth, still bowing against me, made a little, weary laugh at me, her body slightly shaken by the residual aches. Kina, stop scaring him, she said, and her voice was weak with relief, as though she had been holding her breath till that point.
Kina at last yielded, and her stern face relaxed as she leaned forward to stroke the hair of Ruth with affection. Fine, fine, she said, but her eyes were still as in the warning light as they shifted back up at me.
"But I'm watching you, Dexter." Her voice was bright, verging on mockery, though the threat was evident. She was not merely protecting Ruth; she was asserting her right to protect Ruth.
Then, abruptly changing the tone of her voice, Kina turned to Ruth. "Now, come on, Ruth. Let's go." She put Ruth by the hand and pulled her toward her. Tell me all my brother did, I said, and her voice went down to the conspiratorial hiss as they passed in front of me.
I saw them off, with Kina, his protective arm around the shoulders of Ruth, their heads bent together when Ruth was talking, in covert, animated tones.