Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The sound of three weary bodies breathing raggedly filled the cave, and the air was heavy with the smell of submission and sex.

Helen had had her strongest spurt ever, a thick, pulsing gush that had soaked us all before she passed out, her chest heaving as her body finally gave in to exhaustion.

Honestly, under Ravina, her skin had cooled way down—no more blazing heat, just that damp aftermath clinging to her, proof of what we’d done. Kinda wild how fast things switch like that.

Right there, Ravina was straddling Helen’s stomach, her chest rising and falling, sweaty skin catching every stray light like she’d been running a marathon—well, a very specific kind of marathon. Her legs squeezed tight like she was holding in more than just pain, hands all jumpy at her sides, not sure what to do with themselves now that the storm’s passed.

And she kept licking her lips, eyes locked on—yep. That look? Made my heart pound faster, if that was even possible.

Voice shaky, she murmured, ”Your cock...”—not subtle, but hey, I wasn’t complaining.

I got up, grabbed my leaf skirt that was lying on the ground, put it on by dragging it, and started walking around, but, honestly, it was mostly to hide that I could hardly contain my desire, and I’m almost shaking. ”I am okay,” I said with a calm voice despite my cock that was throbbing.

I looked at her, seeing the way her body trembled, the way her nipples were hard, and her skin flushed. ”I think it’s time you sent me back to my tribe,” I said, turning away slightly. ”My woman would be worried about me.”

I said this, wanting to see how Honry Ravina was, what she would do now.

Ravina froze, shoulders tense, nails digging into her palms. ”No.” The word tumbled out, all shredded, barely holding together. She moved quickly, slipping between me and the exit, chin up like she might just burst into flames if I took another step. Eyes wild—something between panic and don’t you dare.

”You’re not leaving. Not now.” Her voice shook, and I could see her nerves—hell, I could almost feel them. She drew in a ragged breath, her hands wandering over herself, as if grounding.

Down her chest, around her waist, palms pausing at the curve of her hips. ”When we were on the horse earlier... You said something about my pussy dripping?” Her words got tangled, heat flushing up her throat.

Her fingers slid down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. I could see how wet she was, her juices glistening in the firelight. ”It does,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Ravina’s eyes grew larger, the look of something fierce and needy very quickly crossing her features. She stepped nearer, her voice so low and touching that it was like a prayer.

”It is inside of me... the fire. It’s consuming me, just like Helen’s was. I need you to support me... touch me, make me feel better until there is nothing left.” Her hand was shaking as she extended it to me, and she used her fingers to barely graze my arm. ”I beg you... I can’t stand it any more.”

”Maybe I am also ill... I need someone to help me.”

Maintaining only a slight distance between her legs, she used her fingers to draw back the skin of her labia and show somebody the shiny, swollen tissue inside. ”See... I am dripping. If you will not help me, then I will keep you here for a long, long time.”

Her voice cracked, all shaky and raw, like she was barely holding it together. ”Please,” she whispered, almost choking on the word.

”I saw how healed sister Helen... how you forced her to piss so hard, how you filled her until she was healed. I want the same. I want you in me, stretching me, filling me until I am... satis.... heal..healed... yes.. healed”

She fell on her knees before me, her black eyes with a mixture of pleading and hunger looking at me. ”I will do anything,” she said, her hands creeping up my thighs.

”Just please... put your cock inside me. Heal me like you healed her.”

Her fingers found the edge of my leaf skirt, tugging at it gently. ”Let me see it,” she pleaded. ”Let me touch it... taste it. I need to feel you inside me. Please...”

Holy smokes, that was some serious sexual tension, I tell you! She was next to me, on her knees, absolutely consuming me with her need as if I was her only source of water in a parched wasteland.

Those eyes—man, you’d swear she was pleading with her soul, not just her lips. ”This heat’s gonna melt me alive,’’ she mumbled, voice all raspy and desperate. ”I can’t take it, you gotta do something—anything. Please.”

Right then, like life’s got a sick sense of humor, Sabina popped in, her eyes practically bugging out as she took in the whole scene. Perfect timing, huh?

And just like that, Ravina snapped upright, flipping the switch from smoldering mess to ice queen. I couldn’t help it—a smirk crept up, because seriously, watching her shift gears that fast? Wild.

It was almost funny how she changed from being on her knees, pleading for my cock, to standing tall and lying to Sabina with a steady voice.

”Sister Ravina,” Sabina said, her voice laced with concern. ”Is everything okay?”

Ravina’s back went cold. Her voice reverberated with authority as she said, ”Nothing is wrong.” ”Sister Helen has been treated by Dexter. She is now well.”

Sabina strolled over to Helen’s crumpled body—eyes scanning, hawk-like, sucking in every detail. Drops to a squat, gets real close, sniffing the air with that pointy nose of hers. ”Ugh, what’s that smell?” she says, wrinkling her nose, fully horrified.

Her fingers brushed against the wet animal skins beneath Helen, then pulled back with a look of disgust. ”The furs are wet... and the stone bed is completely soaked...” Sabina’s gaze flicked between Ravina and me, her eyes narrowing. ”Did sister Helen piss herself?”

Ravina opened her mouth, but I cut her off with a dark chuckle. ”Not exactly,” I said, stepping forward. The movement made my leaf skirt shift, drawing Sabina’s eyes to the obvious bulge beneath. ”Your sister was very sick. The heat inside her needed to be... flushed out completely.”

Ravina told her how I fucked Helen’s pussy hard, making her piss herself to push out the heat trapped inside her.

Sabina’s eyes widened as comprehension dawned. ”You put your cock inside a dirty woman...” she whispered, her voice trembling with shock. ”And even put your seed inside her...”

I shrugged, my cock twitching at the memory. ”She’s healed now. Completely healed. That’s what matters.”

The mess still seeping from Helen’s well-used pussy caught Sabina’s attention as she looked down at Helen’s spread thighs.

Then her gaze shifted to Ravina, observing her reddish skin, her firm nipples, and the way her thighs were pressed together.