CHAPTER 43: BEGGING FOR KERRY’S PUSSY

My breath hitched as she reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.

"Aunt—" I started, but the words died in my throat as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of my cock.

Then she spat.

A thick, warm stream of saliva hit the swollen head, dripping down the cock, and I groaned as she began to rub it in with her palm, her fingers working in slow, torturous circles. The slickness of her spit made my cock twitch violently, pre-cum beading at the tip, mixing with her saliva.

"Fuck," I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock throbbing in her grip.

Kerry’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around me. "Does that feel better, Dexter?" she murmured, her voice thick with something that wasn’t just concern.

"No," I groaned, my voice rough with need. "It’s not enough. Only a pussy can calm it down, Aunt. Your pussy."

Kerry’s fingers stilled, her breath catching. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You’re going to have Ruth as your woman soon. Then you won’t need to ask Aunt anymore."

I shook my head, my cock throbbing in her grip, the ache almost unbearable. "But I want you first, Aunt," I insisted, my voice raw with desperation. I let my gaze lock onto hers, wide and pleading, like I was begging for something more than just her body.

"You’re the best person to me after my mother and father..." The words spilled out, smooth and practiced, my voice trembling just enough to sound real.

"Even though I’ve only known you today, I can feel your kindness... your care." I let my lower lip quiver, just slightly, like I was fighting back something fragile. "You’re the only one who’s ever understood me like this."

My fingers brushed against her cheek, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "I want you to be the first to take my cock in your pussy. To make my meeting with you special."

Kerry’s breath hitched, her body trembling. For a moment, she just stared at me, her grip on my cock tightening almost painfully. Then, with a soft, broken sound, she pulled me into a sudden, crushing hug, her body pressing against mine, her breasts warm and heavy against my chest.

"You silly, silly boy..." she murmured against my shoulder, her voice muffled, her breath hot against my skin. "Your Aunt is old... and a dirty woman... And you’re going to have a beautiful girl like Ruth. Yet you’re still thinking about your Aunt’s pussy..."

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my voice a raw, pleading whisper. "Aunt... I need to put it inside you first. Just once. Before I put it in any other woman." My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against the damp heat between her thighs. "Please, Aunt. Let me make you feel good, too."

Kerry’s breath came in sharp gasps, her body arching into my touch. "No..." she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her hips shifting slightly, as if she were trying to press closer to my fingers. "How can you be tainted with a dirty woman like me? I cannot accept it..."

"Aunt, please," I begged, my cock throbbing painfully in her hand. "I’ll just put it in once and pull it out. No one has to know. Just once, Aunt. Let me feel you."

I could see the moment she wavered—the way her eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly, her body leaning into mine. She was close. So close to giving in. My cock pulsed in her grip, as if it could sense her hesitation, her need.

"Dexter..." she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Then—

Voices.

The sound of footsteps crunching on the dry earth outside, the rustle of leaves being pushed aside. Kerry’s body went rigid, her eyes widening in alarm. She barely had time to pull away before the flap of the hut was drawn back, and Hina, Ryan, and Mitt stepped inside, their laughter already spilling into the space.

Hina’s eyes landed on me first, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Dexter..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I’ve already talked with Ada and Ruth. They’ve agreed."

She let out a low, throaty chuckle, and Mitt and Ryan joined in, their laughter filling the hut. "They were a bit surprised, didn’t want to put a burden on you... But I convinced them."

Her smirk deepened as she glanced at Kerry, who was still kneeling in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her breath uneven. "Now you don’t have to trouble your Aunt Kerry. Just trouble your woman, Ruth, with that big cock of yours."

Kerry stood abruptly, her movements jerky, her hands fumbling with the leaves covering her body. "Dexter, quickly," she urged, her voice tight with frustration. "Wear your clothes. I’ll take you to meet Ruth."

Hina crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. "But Dexter, is it okay for you to live with Ruth and Ada in their hut? If you want, we can make a hut for you in the morning."

I shook my head immediately, my cock still throbbing, still aching for release. "No. How can I disappoint Sister Ruth by separating her from her mother? With no one to take care of Aunt Ada?"

Kerry’s eyes softened, pride shining in her gaze as she looked at me. "Our Dexter is such a kind boy..." she murmured, her voice warm, her hand resting on my shoulder. "He’s already thinking of his woman..."

But as she turned away, I caught the way her fingers trembled, the way her breath still came too fast. And I knew—she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

And that knowledge made my cock throb harder.

The air inside the hut was thick with the scent of our desire—my sweat, Kerry’s musk, the salty tang of pre-cum that clung to the air like a promise. My cock still throbbed, the tip swollen and slick, pressing painfully against the flimsy leaves covering me.

Kerry suddenly bent down, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers brushing against my thigh as she picked up the leaf skirt from the floor.