Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 767: Rachel’s Broken “Don’t Lick There” Moans

I suddenly pulled Rachel upward and turned her around, guiding her body into a full sixty-nine position on the cool stone floor of the cave.

Her knees settled on either side of my head so that her hips hovered right above my face, the damp crotch of her panties only inches from my mouth, while her own face was now directly above my thick, upright cock.

“Rachel… let me taste you too.”

Rachel, looking down at the hard cock in front of her, hesitated. A shy, embarrassed flush spread across her cheeks and her voice came out soft and uncertain.

“Hmm… don’t. I haven’t washed since this morning… It’s probably dirty down there…”

I ignored the weak protest completely. Lifting my head, I pressed my mouth firmly against the warm, damp fabric of her panties and dragged my tongue slowly and heavily across the center.

The taste of her arousal that had already soaked through the thin material spread across my tongue — slightly salty, musky, and unmistakably female. I licked again, harder, sucking on the wet cloth and letting the flavor fill my mouth.

Rachel’s whole body twitched. A surprised, muffled moan escaped her lips right above my cock.

“Nnnh… aah… Dexter… that’s… dirty… you shouldn’t…”

I only hummed against her and inhaled deeply, burying my nose against the soaked crotch of her panties and breathing in the thick, intimate scent.

My cock jerked hard in her hand at the smell, throbbing heavily against her fingers. Rachel’s breath hitched; she stared at the thick, veined length only inches from her lips, her voice turning soft and almost dazed.

“…Yours is so big… and so thick… it’s twitching just from smelling me…”

She gave it another slow stroke, then tentatively leaned down and swirled her tongue around the swollen head in a wet, circular motion. The warm, silky texture of her tongue dragging over the most sensitive part made my hips twitch.

“Aaah… fuck, Rachel… your tongue… that feels so good…” I groaned, the sound low and rough in the confined space of the cave.

Not satisfied with only the front, I tilted my head further back and pushed my nose lower, pressing it right between the soft cheeks of her ass.

Through the thin panties, I rubbed my nose firmly up and down the hidden cleft, inhaling the deeper, sweatier scent of her asshole. The musky, slightly sharper smell made my cock throb violently against her swirling tongue again.

Rachel let out a sharp, startled cry and immediately reached back with one hand, trying to cover herself even as her other hand and tongue stayed on my cock.

“W-what are you doing?! That’s my butt—! Dexter, stop, that’s… nnnh… dirty…!”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice thick with lust while her tongue continued to swirl wetly around the head of my cock.

“I love the smell… It’s sweaty and raw… and look—” I pushed my hips up slightly so she could feel another strong throb against her tongue, “—even my cock loves it. Keep licking it just like that… aaah…”

Before she could protest further, I leaned up again and dragged my tongue slowly over the same spot, pressing the wet muscle against the thin fabric right over her asshole and tapping it repeatedly.

The pointed tip of my tongue pushed against the wrinkled ring through the panties, circling and prodding while I groaned from the pleasure of her mouth.

“Fuuuck… yes… swirl your tongue around the head again… just like that… nnnh…”

Rachel’s body jerked hard. A higher, broken, erotic moan spilled out of her, half-shocked and half-aroused, the sound vibrating against my cock.

“Aah…! Nnnh… don’t lick there… hnn… that’s my asshole… Dexter… mmph… It’s so embarrassing… but your cock keeps getting harder in my mouth whenever you do it… aah…!”

Her tongue went back to work almost on instinct, swirling wetly around the sensitive head and then dragging along the underside while she moaned in embarrassed heat.

Every time my tongue pushed especially firmly against her asshole through the panties, another helpless, filthy moan cut through her words, and she sucked or licked my cock harder in response.

The cave filled with the wet sounds of her tongue working my cock mixed with my deep groans and her shaky, mortified yet pleasure-filled cries.

“Aaah… Rachel… your mouth feels incredible… keep going… suck it… nnnh, fuck…”

Rachel whimpered around my cock, her thighs trembling hard on either side of my head as my tongue continued to tease her most private place through the thin, saliva-soaked fabric of her panties.

The cloth was already dark and sticky with her juices mixed with my spit, clinging to every fold of her pussy and the tight wrinkle of her asshole.

Every time I pressed my tongue against her, another wave of musky wetness soaked through, and my cock throbbed violently in her mouth from the filthy taste and smell.

I suddenly pulled my mouth away with a wet smack, leaving her panties glistening and cold where my tongue had been. Rachel let out a needy, frustrated little sound around my cock at the loss of contact.

With both hands I hooked my fingers deep into the waistband of her panties, stretching the elastic as far back as it would go until the fabric cut into her soft hips.

The front of the panties pulled tight against her dripping cunt, outlining the puffy lips and the hard little clit poking against the wet cloth. Then I released it.

The elastic snapped forward with a sharp, filthy smack, slapping hard against her soaked, oversensitive pussy.

Rachel’s entire body convulsed. She pulled off my cock with a loud, wet pop, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head, and let out a high, broken yelp that echoed off the cave walls.

“Aaaaaah—! F-fuck…! Don’t tease me like that… nnnh… it stings… and it feels… weird…”

Her hips jerked helplessly from the sudden sharp sensation. The panties were now completely plastered to her cunt, the thin fabric sucked into her folds and shiny with a mix of her cream and my spit.

A visible wet spot had spread even wider, and the outline of her swollen pussy lips and the tight bud of her asshole were clearly molded against the soaked cloth.

Her thighs quivered on either side of my head, and she looked back at me over her shoulder with glassy, half-lidded eyes full of embarrassment, protest, and raw, dripping need. Her spit-slicked lips were still parted, breathing hard, while my cock stood rigid and twitching right in front of her face, shiny with her saliva and throbbing for more of her mouth.