With my Pervert Eyes still blazing, I reached out, my fingers tracing the smooth dip of her navel—100 points flashing instantly. But I didn’t stop there.
My hands slid upward, gripping her tits, squeezing them firmly before rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. The points rolled in: 200 for each tit, 400 for each nipple. Every touch was a calculated move, every reaction fuel for the ga.
Ruth’s eyes suddenly snapped to her mother, her voice breaking with panic. "Aaaaah—hmmm... Mom! Sothing’s gonna—it’s coming out of my pussy—I think I’m gonna pee—I can’t hold back— Aaaaaaaaaaah! Dexter— Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
I yanked my cock out just in ti—because I knew what was coming.
Ruth’s body trembled violently, her back arching as her first squirt exploded from her in a torrent of hot, sticky fluid. It drenches completely—my chest, my abs, even my face—before spraying Kerry, who was sitting too close to avoid it.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah!" Ruth’s voice was a broken, desperate scream as her squirt spurted hard, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
And then—
She went limp.
Her body collapsed back onto the stone bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
She’d fainted.
I stood there for a second, my cock still throbbing, my body covered in Ruth’s release, my breath ragged. Kerry was dripping, her leaf skirt clinging to her thighs, her fingers finally slipping inside herself as she watched Ruth’s unconscious body.
Ada’s panicked breaths ca in short, sharp gasps, her fingers shaking as she cradled Ruth’s limp body in her lap. The sight of her daughter—broken, dripping, and passed out from pleasure—had sent her into a spiral of shock and desire.
"R-Ruth... oh gods, Ruth—!" Her voice was high-pitched, frantic, her eyes wild as she clutched at her daughter’s shoulders.
But then—
Her skirt had ridden up.
And everything was on display.
Her pussy lips—thick, swollen, and glistening—were fully exposed, dripping with her own arousal. The inner folds were parted, wet and flushed, the scent of her—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—filling the air between us. A thin trail of her juices had already trickled down to the stone beneath her, proof of how badly she’d been aching for this.
And I couldn’t look away.
My cock throbbed, hard as iron, a thick bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip as I took in the sight of Ada—so open, so vulnerable, so fucking wet. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, making my head spin with lust. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, her inner folds parted just enough to tease with the sight of how ready she was.
Ada’s voice was still trembling, her fingers shaking as she finally noticed my gaze. "Dexter—what happened to her?! She’s not—!"
I swallowed hard, my voice rough with restrained hunger. "She’s fine, Aunt..." My eyes flicked down again—just for a second, taking in the glistening wetness of her exposed pussy—before snapping back up. "She just... ca too hard... so won can’t handle it..."
Kerry, still stunned from the intensity of what she’d just witnessed, blinked in confusion. "Ca...? What does that an, Dexter?" Her eyes flicked between Ruth’s unconscious body and , her voice laced with doubt and curiosity.
I chuckled, a dark, knowing smirk playing on my lips. They were exactly where I wanted them—confused, intrigued, and completely under my spell. "Aunt... don’t tell you guys have never co like that..." I feigned shock, my eyes widening just enough to sell the act.
Ada and Kerry exchanged a hesitant, almost guilty glance, their cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassnt and fascination. Then, in unison, they shook their heads, their eyes wide with awe and confusion.
"No, Dexter..." Ada admitted, her voice trembling as her cheeks burned crimson. "This is the first ti we’ve ever seen sothing like this..." Her gaze flicked to the pool of fluid beneath Ruth, the glistening evidence of her daughter’s intense release still clinging to the stone, to our skin.
She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching nervously as she studied the ss—her daughter’s squirt, thick and milky, dripping from the stone, from my chest, even glistening in Kerry’s hair.
"Does this an..." Kerry hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to , her voice laced with curiosity and suspicion. "It’s so kind of technique your grandfather taught you?" Her fingers traced an imaginary line in the air, mimicking the way I had touched Ruth, pinched her clit, and coaxed her into that earth-shattering orgasm. "I noticed you were touching above Ruth’s pussy... pinching there..."
I glanced at Kerry, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at my lips. Now was the perfect ti to let Kerry’s doubts and curiosity work in my favor—to let her fill in the blanks with the myth of my grandfather’s teachings. I nodded, my voice dropping into a low, serious tone, laced with just the right amount of mystery and authority.
"Aunt..." I began, my gaze flicking between the two of them, letting the weight of my words settle over them. "My grandfather taught many things... not just healing, but the art of pleasure as well." I paused, my fingers tracing an imaginary line down my own chest, as if recalling the lessons I’d never actually received.
"He believed that to heal a woman’s body, you must first understand every part of her... where she hurts... where she aches... and most importantly..." My eyes darkened, my voice dropping into sothing deeper, more intimate. "Where she craves to be touched."
Ada’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she took in my words, her mind racing with the implications. Kerry’s fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... he taught you how to make won feel like that?" Her eyes flicked to Ruth’s unconscious body, then back to , filled with a mix of awe and hunger.
I nodded, my smirk deepening as I stepped closer to Ada, my hand brushing against her arm, teasing her skin with the lightest touch. "He taught that a woman’s body is sacred... that pleasure and pain are two sides of the sa coin... and that the deepest healing cos from understanding her desires as much as her wounds."
Ada’s cheeks flushed deeper, her thighs pressing together as my words sank in. "So..." she started, her voice trembling, "the way Ruth reacted... the way she peed herself... that was because of what you did to her?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice a dark, velvety murmur. "It was because I knew exactly where to touch her... how to touch her..." My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, lingering at her wrist before sliding toward her hip.
I gasped in mock horror, clutching my chest. "Aunt... don’t tell you’ve never cum that hard before." I shook my head, my voice thick with exaggerated disbelief. "You an you’ve never felt pleasure like that?"
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