Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Dexter—!” Her voice was sharp, confused, her breath catching as her gaze locked onto the obscene bulge straining against the loose hide wrapped around my waist.

The air between us thickened, charged with something filthy, something unspoken. ”Hurry up...” she hissed, her voice dropping to an urgent whisper. ”We have to go back. Kina is waiting for us.”

I nodded, my voice rough with faux innocence. ”Oh...” But instead of tucking myself away, I pulled the hide aside, revealing my cock—thick, veiny, painfully hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. The moment it was free, it jerked in the open air, throbbing with need.

Kerry’s eyes widened, her lips parting as she stared at it. ”Oh...” Her fingers twitched at her sides before she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a hushed, concerned murmur.

”It’s... It’s hard again...” Her gaze flickered up to mine, searching—worried, but something darker lurked beneath the surface. ”Is it hurting?”

She reached out, her calloused fingers wrapping around the base of my cock, her thumb brushing against the pulsing vein running along the underside. ”Do you want Aunt... to use her saliva again?”

The air between us was thick—heavy with the scent of her, the memory of her pussy dripping, the sound of her piss hissing into the grass.

My cock throbbed, aching, desperate to be inside her, but I forced myself to wait. There was Kina—waiting, unaware—and the other women, the ones I’d met before, all potential playthings in this primitive paradise. I couldn’t give in yet.

So I swallowed the urge, my voice false with innocence, rough with restraint. ”No, Aunt... it’s fine...” I shifted my weight, my cock pulsing in my grip, the veins throbbing, the tip dripping with pre-cum. ”It’s not hurting... It just became like this... maybe because it wants to pee...”

Kerry nodded, her dark eyes dropping to my cock—thick, veiny, obscenely hard—before her fingers reached for it. ”Let me... hold it for you,” she murmured, her voice soft, hesitant, but her touch was firm as her hand wrapped around the base.

The moment her skin made contact, I groaned, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, my cock pulsing in her grip.

And then—

She stepped behind me.

Her body pressed against my back, full and heavy, her tits—swollen, aching—mashing into my skin, her nipples hard as pebbles against my flesh.

The heat of her radiated through the thin hide of my skirt, her breath hot against my ear as her fingers tightened around my cock, her other arm snaking around my waist to pull me flush against her.

”Hmmm...” she hummed, the vibration of it sending a shiver down my spine. Her lips brushed the shell of my ear, her voice a low, filthy whisper. ”Dexter... see if you can pee...”

I exhaled sharply, my cock throbbing in her grip as the first stream broke free. It hissed into the grass, hot and steady, aimed at the same spot where Kerry had peed just moments before.

The sound of it—raw, unfiltered, obscene—mixed with the throb of my cock in her hand, the way her fingers squeezed just enough to guide the flow. Her thumb brushed against the underside of my cock, teasing the vein that pulsed with every spurt, her breasts pressed so tight against my back I could feel her heartbeat.

”That’s it...” she murmured, her voice thick with something dark, something hungry. ”Let it all out...” Her fingers tightened, milking me slowly, her hips rolling against my ass in a rhythm that made my cock jerk violently.

The pressure of her tits against my back, the heat of her breath on my neck, the way her thighs pressed against the back of mine—it was too much. I could smell her—musky, sweet, still dripping from before—and the knowledge that she was right there, holding me, touching me, helping me pee like some filthy, intimate act made my head spin.

The stream slowed, the last drops dripping into the grass, and Kerry’s voice cut through the silence, gentle but firm. ”Dexter... are you done?”

I nodded, my cock twitching in her grip, the last remnants of piss clinging to the tip. ”Yeah... thank you, Aunt...”

She chuckled softly, her fingers lingering, stroking the length of me slowly, teasingly, before she finally released me. But not before her thumb brushed over the head, smearing the last drops of piss and pre-cum together in a filthy, obscene gesture.

”What are you thanking me for?” Her voice was warm, amused, but her breasts were still pressed against my back, her nipples hard against my skin. ”We’re family...” Her lips brushed my ear again, her voice dropping to a whisper, dark and promising. ”We take care of each other...”

Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate line down my arm, her nails scratching lightly against my skin, sending a shiver through me. ”And don’t forget...” Her voice was a purr, a filthy promise. ”I still need your help...” Her hand slid down, her palm pressing against my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. ”With my nipples... and my leaking pussy...”

My cock jerked violently at her words, throbbing with the need to bury itself deep inside her right fucking now. I tucked it back into my leaf skirt, the fabric clinging to my damp skin, the scent of piss and arousal lingering between us. The thought of her pussy—still dripping, still aching—made my head spin.

Kerry’s voice was light, almost casual, but her eyes—dark, knowing—betrayed the filthy tension still humming between us. ”Okay, let’s go now...” She stepped back, her hips swaying with each movement, the hide skirt clinging to the curve of her ass, her thighs pressing together just enough to hint at the ache still throbbing between them.

The way she walked—unselfconscious, confident—made my cock twitch with frustration. She wasn’t hiding it. She wasn’t ashamed. She was just... owning it. Like this was normal. Like peeing in front of me, like letting me watch her, like not washing her hands afterward—like none of it was wrong.

And fuck—that made it hotter.

The air still clung to us—thick with the scent of her, the memory of her pussy dripping, the raw musk of our piss soaking into the earth beneath our feet.

My cock throbbed with unfinished need, my pulse pounding in my ears as I followed Kerry back toward the tribe. The grass beneath us was still damp, the sharp, earthy scent of our release mixing with the sweet, musky aroma of her arousal, clinging to our skin like a filthy secret.