The realization hit me like a jolt—fuck, that meant their pussies might be tighter than any of the milfs I’d ever had. And their assholes? Virgin. Untouched, except for the most basic of taking a shit.
Kerry’s fingers trembled around my cock, her touch hesitant, almost innocent, as if she’d never truly held a cock before. But the way her breath hitched when I pulsed in her palm told me everything I needed to know—she felt it. The thick, veined weight of me, the heat radiating off my skin, the way my cock jerked like a living thing, hungry for her.
Kerry whimpered, her fingers slipping as another violent pulse rocked through me. She wasn’t ready for this—for the way my cock demanded attention, the way it twitched against her palm like it was searching for her cunt.
I could almost hear the wet, obscene sounds it would make sliding into her, forcing her walls apart, her body fighting the invasion even as her instincts screamed for it.
Fuck.
I was going to ruin her.
"You won’t hurt it," I promised, my voice thick with false reassurance. "Your saliva... it’ll disinfect it..." I let out a pained moan, my hips jerking just slightly, pressing the tip against her lips. "Please, Aunt... I need you... It hurts so bad..."
She bit her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood, her fingers trembling around my cock.
I let out another whimper, my cock twitching against her lips. "Please, Aunt... I can’t take it anymore..."
She hesitated, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head, making me ache. "I don’t know how..." she admitted, her voice shaking. "I’ve never touched a man like this before..."
"Just... just lick it," I breathed, my voice breaking. "Like you’re tasting something"
She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned in, her breath hot against my skin. "O-okay..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But if it hurts more, you tell me—"
The second her tongue touched me, my vision whited out for a split second.
+100 Pervert Points.Total: 398.
"Fuuuck—!" The word tore out of me before I could stop it, my fingers tangling in her hair, my hips jerking forward. "J-just like that—!"
She pulled back instantly, her eyes wide with alarm. "D-Dexter?! Did I hurt you?!" Her thumb pressed against the leaking tip, her touch sending another jolt of pleasure through me. "It twitched—! Is that bad?!"
"N-no—!" I gasped, my cock throbbing. "It’s good—! You’re helping—!"
The air in the hut was thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and the musky aroma of arousal. Kerry’s fingers trembled as they barely wrapped around the thick, veiny cock, her touch feather-light, like she was afraid she might break me. Her dark, wide eyes were locked onto my cock, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she watched it pulse and twitch in her grip.
"D-Dexter, this isn’t right—!" she stammered, her voice high with worry. "It’s getting bigger—! And it’s so hot—! What if it bursts?!" Her fingers slid up and down my length, her grip too gentle to do anything but tease, her thumb brushing over the swollen, leaking tip. "Look at it—it’s throbbing—!"
I groaned, my hips jerking upward involuntarily, my cock twitching violently in her hand. "N-no—it’s good—!" I forced out, my voice rough with need.
"Your mouth—your saliva—it’s already healing it! See?" I grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, showing her how the redness had faded where her spit glistened. "It’s better now... because of you, Aunt Kerry..."
Her breath hitched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the full, flushed head of my cock—the thick ridge, the slick slit, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. Her fingers traced the shape, her voice barely a whisper, filled with awe and confusion.
"It looks like a mushroom—!" she breathed, her fingers exploring the sensitive underside, the way the veins throbbed beneath her touch. "But it’s so big—! How does it even fit—?!"
Her innocent words sent a jolt of heat straight to my balls. The way she said it—so curious, so unaware—made my cock jerk in her hand, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the tip and dripping down her fingers. I could see the way her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, like she was already tasting me.
"Aunt..." I groaned, my voice rough with desperation. "If you really want to heal it... You need to take the whole thing in your mouth. All the way to the base."
Kerry’s eyes widened, her grip tightening just slightly, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip. "But—! You’re hurt—! You should lie down!"
Kerry’s grip on my hand was warm, her fingers calloused but gentle as she guided me toward the stone bed. "Come, Dexter," she murmured, her voice thick with concern, "You need to rest. You’re still hurt—"
The moment Kerry turned, her back to me, I swiftly tucked the leafy skirt—the Magical Tool—into my System Storage, the fabric dissolving into nothingness before her eyes could catch the movement. The cool air of the hut brushed against my naked skin, my cock already throbbing, fully exposed, the thick veins pulsing with anticipation.
I let her pull me down, my body sinking onto the hard, worn surface of the stone slab. The moment my back hit the bed, Kerry was already positioning herself between my legs, her dark hair cascading forward before she quickly gathered it, twisting it into a messy knot at the nape of her neck.
The movement pulled her shoulders back, making her breasts full, heavy, and barely covered by the flimsy leaves—pressing together, the nipples already hard, peeking through the gaps.
Her fingers trembled as she settled into place, her thighs pressing against the outsides of mine, her breath warm against my skin. The way she knelt there, her lips parted, her dark eyes locked onto my cock, sent a jolt of heat straight to my balls.
The sight of her like that—kneeling between my spread thighs, her lips parted, her breath warm against my cock—nearly made me explode right then.
She hesitated, her face just inches from my cock, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head. Then she leaned in, inhaling deeply, her nose brushing against my skin.
"It smells... strange—!" she murmured, her voice thick with curiosity. "Not like pee... It’s musky—! Like... like man—!"