Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

While the two men spoke, Andy stayed pressed close to me. Her hand never left my arm. In fact, she continued slowly stroking the ultra-soft fur, almost absentmindedly petting it — and me — as if she couldn’t stop herself. Every stroke of her fingers sent a fresh wave of tension through my body.

Her heavy, milk-laden tits kept rubbing against me with every small movement. I could clearly see that her thick nipples were painfully hard now, poking obscenely through the thin animal skin. The scent of her pussy had grown even stronger.

I glanced down and saw a fresh trail of her slick arousal slowly running down the inside of her smooth thigh.

She was soaked.

Even though she was talking to Rikaru, Andy’s eyes kept flicking back to me — and lower. Her gaze dropped repeatedly to the massive, throbbing bulge in my cloak. Each time she looked, her thighs pressed together, and she shifted her weight, as if trying to relieve the aching need between her legs.

Rikaru gave the luxurious fur one final appreciative stroke and grunted in approval. ”A fine cloak indeed. It will keep you warm through this cursed storm.” He wiped his bloody hands and returned to butchering the deer, his stone knife slicing through flesh with a steady rhythm.

Just then, Haru and Dagu approached, curiosity clear on their faces.

”Dexter,” Haru asked, tilting his head, ”where are your hunting tools? We don’t see any spear, bow, or even a knife on you.”

The question instantly drew Rikaru’s and Andy’s attention. Both of them looked over at me. I could feel the subtle shift in the air — a hunter arriving with no visible weapons was suspicious.

I rubbed the back of my head with a sheepish smile, pretending to be slightly embarrassed.

”Ah... about that,” I said, letting out a small, awkward chuckle. ”I prefer using a bow and arrows. I’m quite good with them. But before I approached this cave, I wasn’t sure what kind of people I would meet.”

”These lands are unfamiliar to me. I was worried I might run into thieves or desperate folk who would try to rob or harm a lone traveler. So... I hid my weapons outside, behind a large tree near the ridge, just in case I needed to run back and retrieve them quickly.”

I paused, then added sincerely, ”But I was lucky. I encountered good people instead. Thank you again for taking me in and offering shelter. I won’t forget your kindness.”

Rikaru and Andy both chuckled softly, the tension easing immediately.

”You did the right thing,” Rikaru nodded firmly, his respect for me clearly growing. ”It’s wise to be cautious in these parts. Many men have lost their lives — and their tools — because they were too trusting.”

Andy’s eyes sparkled with amusement and something warmer as she looked at me. ”A careful man is a smart man,” she said softly, her voice carrying a subtle undertone only I seemed to catch. ”Though... hiding your weapons so well makes me wonder what else you’re hiding, Dexter.”

Her gaze drifted down once again to the prominent, heavy bulge still tenting my fur cloak. The corner of her lips curled into a barely noticeable, teasing smile. She shifted her weight, and I watched as another trickle of her arousal slowly ran down her inner thigh.

Even while standing a few steps away, the thick, sweet scent of her wet pussy continued to tease my senses. Andy made no effort to close her legs or adjust her hide. If anything, she stood with her thighs slightly parted, almost inviting my eyes.

Haru shrugged casually. ”If the storm calms tomorrow, we can go together to retrieve your bow. A hunter without weapons is only half a hunter.”

”I’d appreciate that,” I replied, nodding gratefully.

As the conversation moved on, Andy stayed close to me while we continued sorting the firewood. Every time she bent over to pick up a log, her massive tits hung and swayed heavily, nearly spilling out of her fur.

Each time she straightened up, her thick ass jiggled, and her hairy, glistening pussy flashed between her thighs.

She caught me staring more than once.

Instead of scolding me or covering herself, Andy simply bit her lower lip hard, her dark eyes burning with raw hunger. She held my gaze for a long, charged moment, the kind of look that said she wanted to drop to her knees right there.

My thick cock throbbed powerfully, now fully exposed. The fat, swollen head had completely pushed past the edge of my luxurious fur cloak, standing proud and heavy. A shiny, thick bead of precum glistened at the tip before slowly dripping down the shaft in a long, lewd string.

Andy noticed everything.

Her breathing grew deeper and heavier. Her massive tits rose and fell as she stared shamelessly at my exposed cock, her thick dark nipples now painfully stiff, poking obscenely against the rough animal hide like they were trying to tear through it.

After a few seconds of tense silence, she asked in a low, husky voice, ”Do you have a woman yet, Dexter?”

I shook my head slowly. ”No... I don’t.”

Andy’s eyes never left my cock. She licked her lips and murmured, ”I think it’s time for you to find one...” Her voice dripped with suggestion as she stared at my throbbing erection. ”A big, strong cock like that shouldn’t stay unsatisfied for long.”

Rikaru suddenly chuckled from behind the deer carcass, clearly amused rather than angry. ”The boy is well-endowed, that’s certain.”

I quickly tried to hide my exposed cock with one hand, but it was far too thick — my palm barely covered half of it. The attempt only drew more attention.

Haru grinned and spoke without any shame, ”Yeah... Dexter’s cock is bigger than both of ours combined. Even Father’s isn’t as thick or as long as that.”

Dagu nodded in agreement, glancing between my exposed dick and his own crotch. ”Much bigger. Looks heavy too.”

Andy didn’t blush. She didn’t look away. She didn’t scold her sons or her man for their blunt comments. Instead, she kept staring openly at my cock with clear desire, her thighs pressing together as fresh wetness visibly trickled down her inner thigh from her hairy pussy.

That’s when I realized it — their tribe’s morals and values were very different from Kerry and Agatha’s people. Here, sex and lust seemed far more open, primal, and shameless. No one was pretending to be modest. No one was hiding their hunger.