Kerry’s voice cut through the haze of lust, but it wasn’t concern in her tone anymore—it was something filthier, something that made her voice drop into a low, sultry rasp. "Sister Ada..." she murmured, her eyes flicking between us, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
"Dexter said... only a pussy can calm his hard cock..." The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and I saw the way Ada’s breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled.
Ada’s gaze dropped to my cock, her lips parting as her tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, wetting them until they glistened—begging to be used. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and wrap them around my throbbing length.
The air between us was thick with the scent of her arousal, the musky, intoxicating perfume of her desire wrapping around me like a promise. I could see the way her chest rose and fell, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her robe.
"What should we do...?" Ada asked, her voice barely more than a breath, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. There was genuine concern there, but beneath it, something darker—something hungry.
"How can we calm your cock...?" Her fingers brushed against my chest, her touch feather-light, teasing. "Ruth has fallen asleep... Is there any other way...?"
She bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them.
I groaned, my cock twitching violently at her words, the need to bury myself inside her—anyone—almost unbearable. The thought of Ada’s lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, her throat opening for me—it made my balls ache, my pre-cum leaking in thick, desperate droplets.
But before I could answer, Kerry’s voice cut through the tension, sharp with sudden desperation.
"Dexter..." Kerry’s voice was soft, but there was an edge to it—something raw, something real. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back.
"If you really want..." she whispered, her gaze locked onto my cock, her tongue flicking over her lips like she was already tasting me.
"I can take it in my pussy." She took a step closer, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot against my skin.
"I can’t stand seeing you like this... so hard... so desperate..." Her fingers twitched, inching closer to my cock, her voice dropping into a husky, needy murmur. "Let me help you, Dexter... Let me take care of you."
Ada’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. "Kerry...!" she gasped, her voice laced with disbelief. "But... how can Dexter put it inside a dirty woman like you...?" Her fingers tightened around my arm, her grip almost possessive, like she was staking her claim.
"He’ll hate us... The tribe will despise him if they find out—" Her voice cracked, but beneath the fear, there was something else—jealousy. She didn’t want to share me.
Kerry’s gaze locked onto mine, her dark eyes burning with a mix of shame and need. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me... if I put your cock in my pussy?" She already knew the answer.
She knew I’d been fantasizing about her tight, wet heat for far too long. She knew I’d wanted this—craved it. Her fingers brushed against my cock, her touch light, teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Kerry pressed on, her voice dropping into a husky, desperate murmur. "Dexter... you can hate me all you want after this. You can call me aunt with all the disdain you’ve ever felt..." Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, teasing circles.
"But right now... I think calming your cock is more important." She stroked me, her hand moving up and down my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. "I don’t want anything to happen to you."
A groan tore from my throat, my hips jerking forward into her touch, my cock throbbing in her grip. "Aunt—" The word came out as a growl, my voice rough with need, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You have no idea what you’re asking for..." I warned, my voice dark, dangerous.
Kerry’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust, her fingers tightening around my cock. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Ada wasn’t about to be left out.
"Dexter..." Ada’s voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust like a blade. "It’s my daughter’s fault... So I should take this responsibility." Her hand slid down my chest, her fingers trailing lower, lower, until they brushed against Kerry’s, both of them now touching me, claiming me.
"You can put it in my pussy," she whispered, her voice thick with desperation. "And I won’t complain... even if you hate me after this." She pressed her body against mine, her breasts crushing against my chest, her lips brushing against my ear. "I’ll take it all, Dexter... Every. Last. Inch."
Kerry’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking to Ada, her grip on my cock tightening just a fraction. "Sister Ada—" Her voice was a warning, a plea, but it was drowned out by the raw, animalistic need in the air.
"You don’t have to do this..." she whispered, but her words lacked conviction. She wanted this. She wanted to be the one to take me, to feel me buried deep inside her.
I could see it in both of them now—the way their chests heaved, the way their thighs trembled, the way their fingers twitched with the need to touch, to take.
They’d seen Ruth—seen the way her pussy had gushed, the way her body had convulsed with pleasure, the way she’d screamed my name as I fucked her raw. And now? Now they wanted it. They wanted to know what it felt like to be stretched open, to be owned, to be used until they couldn’t think straight.