Ada bit her lip, her eyes flickering between me and her daughterâs limp body. "Dexter... does cumming mean... that when my daughter peed...?" Her voice trailed off, her gaze landing on the mess we were all covered inâRuthâs squirt had drenched us completely, soaking through Kerryâs skirt, dripping down my chest, even glistening in Adaâs hair.
She looked at us, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. "Dexter... Kerry... Iâm so sorry for my daughter..." Her voice was thick with shame, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach out and clean the mess but didnât dare.
I stepped closer, my voice dropping into a low, reassuring tone. "Aunt Ada... Itâs okay..." I reached out, my fingers brushing against her shoulder, my touch gentle but possessive.
"Actually... that means Sister Ruth felt really happy... and really good... when my cock was inside her..." I smirked, my gaze darkening with lust. "Thatâs why she came... I call it squirting... "
Adaâs eyes widened, her lips parting in shock and fascination. "S-squirting...?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the word itself was forbidden, taboo, something sheâd never dared to imagine. Her gaze flicked between me and Ruthâs unconscious, spent body, her daughterâs release still glistening on the stone, on my skin, proof of something sheâd never known existed.
I nodded, my hand sliding down her arm, my fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her skin, feeling the way she shivered beneath my touch. "Yeah..." I murmured, my voice dropping into something darker, more intimate, like a secret meant only for her.
"Some women... when they come really hard... when they let go completely... their bodies release like that..." My fingers trailed lower, brushing against the top of her thigh, teasing the edge of her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. "Itâs the highest kind of pleasure... the kind that breaks you... in the best way..."
Adaâs breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as my fingers inched closer to where she ached, where she burned. "I-Iâve never..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing.
She turned to Kerry, her eyes searching for some kind of confirmation, some kind of understanding, and I followed her gaze.
Kerry bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the leaves of her skirt, her own arousal betraying her. She shook her head, her voice soft but honest. "No... Iâve never felt it either..."
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, charged with a raw, electric tension that made the air hum with unspoken desire. Ada and Kerry both looked down, their shoulders slumping just slightly, as if the realization of what theyâd missedâwhat theyâd never experiencedâwas weighing on them, crushing them in the best, most tantalizing way. The scent of sexâRuthâs squirt, the musk of arousal, the metallic tang of her broken virginityâstill lingered, intoxicating, unavoidable.
I couldnât let that stand.
Kerryâs gaze suddenly dropped, her eyes locking onto my cockâstill rock-hard, throbbing, glistening with Ruthâs release and my own pre-cum. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, her voice breathy, husky, thick with lust.
"Dexter..." she murmured, her fingers twitching at her sides, betraying her need. "Your cock... Itâs still so hard... You havenât released your seed yet..." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. "You must be aching for it..."
I let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, pretending to be disappointed, my hand rubbing the back of my neck as if frustrated. "I..." I started, my voice laced with fake regret, "When I felt like my seed was about to burst inside her... Ruth squirting pushed my cock out... so I couldnât finish..." I glanced down at my throbbing cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, making sure they both saw how badly I needed release.
Adaâs eyes flicked to mine, her expression softening with something like guiltâand something else, something darker, something hungrier. "Dexter..." she said, her voice gentle, apologetic, but her eyes were glued to my cock, betraying her true thoughts. "Iâm so sorry Ruth couldnât fulfill her duty as your woman... I, as her mother, should haveâ"
The air between us was thick, suffocatingâcharged with the kind of tension that made skin prickle and breath come shallow. My hand slammed against Adaâs shoulder, my grip firm, possessive, my fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to make her gasp.
"Aunt," I growled, my voice a dark velvet whisper that slithered between them like a promise of sin. My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I leaned in, my cock already heavy, throbbing, the swollen head mere inches from the faintly glowing mark just above her navel.
That translucent dot pulsed like a beacon, begging to be claimed, owned. "Itâs nobodyâs fault," I murmured, my free hand sliding down her arm in slow, deliberate strokes, my thumb tracing lazy circles over the inside of her wrist.
I felt the way her pulse jumped beneath my touch, the way her body betrayed herâshivering, arching just a little closer, as if she couldnât help herself.
Kerryâs gaze was glued to us, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. There was concern in her voice, but it was drowned out by something far darkerâsomething that made her thighs press together, her fingers twitch at her sides.
"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked onto the thick, veined length of my cock, the pre-cum already glistening at the tip. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and I knewâshe was imagining the taste of me, the weight of me on her tongue.
"You must be hurting," she breathed, her voice dropping into a husky, needy purr. "Being this hard for so long... so desperate to release..." Her fingers crept forward, hovering just centimeters away, as if she were fighting the urge to wrap them around my cock, to stroke me until I groaned.
"Let us help you," she pleaded, her voice thick with lust, her eyes dark with the kind of hunger that only came from watching someone else get what you craved.
I didnât answer her. Not with words. Instead, I let my hand slide lower, my fingers trailing down Adaâs arm. She let out a broken little whimper, her hips jerking forward, seeking more contact, more pressure.
My cock twitched violently, the need to bury myself inside her pussyâher tight, dripping pussyâalmost overwhelming. I could smell her arousal, the sweet, musky scent of her desire filling the air, making my mouth water.