Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Dexter...” The voice of Ada, who was whispering, raw with anxiety, touched me as her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. ”We believe you... But this you must not say to anybody.” Her gaze flicked toward Kerry and back to me, and she tightened her grip.

”If anyone finds out—people from other tribes, even our own—they’ll try to capture you. They’ll try to take advantage of you. It’s too dangerous...”

Kerry nodded, her voice barely more than a breath. ”She’s right. If the tribe knew... if anyone knew...” She swallowed hard, her body still trembling with need, with the aftershocks of pleasure I’d given her. ”They’d never let you go.”

I found them both--how yet their bodies shook, how their eyes flamed with fear and wantonness, how they were so careful. It was the first time I learned that they were not only driven by lust.

The burden of their worry came down on me, a weird warmth of feeling in my bosom--something almost alien to the dark possessive hunger that still writhed in my bowels.

It was not the mere lust they had for me. They cared. And that thought changed something within me, blunting the lines of my habitual rudeness, on their behalf.

It was at this point that I resolved to treat them well.

I nodded, and said something in a lower voice than mine, the edge of arrogance of my voice being in its place, something more humble, something more true. ”I know...” My fingers touched the shoulder of Kerry, and my touch was less intense, now nearly tremulous, like touching a sacred object.

”I do not want to hide it from you anymore.” My throat narrowed, and the words were spoken somewhere I seldom allow myself to be. ”Since you are now my family... and I do not want to see either of you suffering. Supposing I can do anything to heal you, I will.”

I said it because I meant it.

However, I said it because I had to make them believe it. Wanted them to believe in me, to symptoms of me. Not their bodies only, but their hearts.

Kerry’s arms wrapped around me suddenly, her body pressing against mine as if she could shield me from the world just by holding me. ”Dexter, you can’t trust someone easily,” she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. ”What if your Aunt Kerry were a bad woman? What if she just wanted to capture you? What would you do then?”

I sighed, and my hand reached up to touch the hair, my fingers getting entangled in it. ”My aunt Kerry cannot be a bad woman,” I said, with a firm voice and conviction.

”You have been on my worrying side all the time since I knew you, salivating my cock, feeding me, attending to me.” My hand moved a little tighter, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. ”If I don’t trust Aunt Kerry... then there’s no one in this world I can trust.”

Kerry drew herself up just to look up at me, with something in her eyes, raw, perhaps gratefulness, or something more, something that brought a tightness into my chest. ”Dexter... you----” Her voice broke, and she stood staring a while at me, as though she were beholding me first time.

Ada was heard cutting through the silence, and warm, and heavy with emotion. ”Thank you, Dexter...” said she, and her hand was laid to my breast, grounding. ”For trusting us.” Her gaze struck mine with maternal passion.

I swear that I will never say anything about you. Her voice lowered, her fingers making slow circles on my skin. ”You are my family now, Dexter.” She stood still, uncompromising. ”And you are Ruth’s man now. So call me Mother Ada... henceforth, all right?

It was before I could reply that Ada drew me into her arms and smothered me with the softness of her breasts like a child. It was too much, the way her body felt, the smell of her skin. ”Mother Ada...” I said no to her; the words were foreign and correct at the same time.

My cock jerked hard, hitting Ada’s stomach with a needy throb. ”Hmmm.... Dexter, your cock...” she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. ”First, let me take care of it...”

The air between us was very desire-filled, and my voice was caught between bewilderment and pure, hurting need. ”Aunt... Mother... Ada...” I had a heavy weight in my tongue, something beyond lust, something deeper, something that made my chest tight. But seeing Ada stroke me with hands so possessive and preemptive gave a shock of electricity right to my cock, and made it ache with its desperate need.

Then I saw it.

Kerry fiddled with her fingers at her sides, the knuckles growing whitish as she made the clenched fists tighter. Her lips were drawn into some narrow, strained line, her breath taken in short, broken snatches. Her gaze was fixed on us not with interest, but with something stiffer--something greedy.

Jealousy. The thought gave me a black, fierce excitement and curled inside my bowels. She didn’t just want to watch. She wanted to be part of this. She desired to be mine like Ada.

I had a hand on my cock, Ada, it wrapped her hand around me, clearly in a grip, her touch in a direct line of pleasure that gave me a jolt. ”Dexter...” she said, her voice deep with desire, her eyes black with passion and something, something that was nearly womanly in its eminence.

”What should I do? Would I... simply stick it in my pussy?” Her fingers went slow, teasing circles around the head of my cock, her touch sending me to madness with anticipation.

Only a heartbeat did I hesitate. They were not really ill, just horny, and desperate to have it out. However, the lie I had told was too good to give up now. And fuck, I needed this. Had to bury myself into them, to make them squeeze me between their bodies, to make them scream my name till their voices got rough.

Her voice was a moan of sin--a request that I fill her. My head was coming apart, the tension within me a tempest, my cock aching with a kind of need so acute it was almost paining. I did not want to wait a second.

I felt like bursting my head unless I came off. I was too long in need and my body was too tight, and my cock was paining with every throb.

I dragged Ada with me, and my arms wrapped round her, and lay down beside Ruth, who was still sleeping, with her body loose with weariness.

Ada presses down on me and my cock is stuck between the greasy heat of her pussy. The touch was, enough in itself to make me groan, and my hips tickled upwards of their own accord.