Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 22: Kerry’s Erect Nipples

A thick, glistening string of cum stretched between her mouth and my tip before snapping, dripping down her chin in slow, lewd trails. The sight of her—lips parted, breath ragged, her tits rising and falling with each desperate gasp—sent a fresh, electric jolt through my cock.

Then—

My cock twitched. Violently.

A final, unexpected spurt of cum exploded from my tip, splattering across Kerry’s face in thick, white ropes.

The first jet nailed her directly between the eyes, the next painting her cheeks, her lips, her nose—even a drip landing in her dark, tousled hair. She flinched, her entire body jerking in surprise as the warm, sticky mess covered her.

”Aaah—! Dexter—!” Kerry’s voice was a choked gasp as the thick, white ropes splattered across her face, covering her nose, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks. She coughed, her hand flying up to wipe at her eyes, but it only smeared the cum further, her vision blurred by the sticky mess.

”W-What—? Aaah—! It’s—it’s in my eyes—! I can’t.” Her fingers trembled as she tried to clear her vision, her chest heaving, her tits glistening with the cum that had dripped down from her chin.

I watched, my cock throbbing as she struggled—her tongue darting out instinctively, licking the cum from her lips before she even realized what she was doing. Her thighs pressed together, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.

”S-Sorry, Aunt...” I murmured, my voice dripping with false innocence, though my grin was anything but. ”I didn’t mean to—uh—splash you like that...” My fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, to smear the cum further into her skin.

I pretended to be innocent, my voice trembling as I looked down at her. ”Aunt... I’m really sorry...” I whimpered, my cock still twitching. ”Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean it... I don’t know what happened to me... My hips—they started moving on their own...”

I glanced down at the cum dripping from her face, my voice falsely confused. ”And this white pee—is this... what you called man’s seed?”

Kerry coughed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But even as she wiped the cum from her eyes, her tongue darted out, licking her lips—tasting me.

”It’s okay, Dexter...” she murmured, her voice soft, her eyes gentle despite the filth covering her face. ”I know it’s not your fault...” She swallowed hard, her throat working as she cleared the last of my cum.

”And yes—this is man’s seed...” Her fingers trembled as she wiped at her eyes again, her voice hushed. ”But yours—it’s so much...” She bit her lip, her expression thoughtful. ”I guess your grandfather was right... A cock like yours—it could make a woman give birth to a strong child, with this much seed...”

She paused, her tongue swiping over her lips again, her voice curious—vulnerable. ”So this—this is what man’s seed tastes like...” Her cheeks flushed, her fingers twitching against her thighs. ”It’s... salty...” She frowned slightly, her voice hesitant.

”And the smell—it’s strong... Like saltwater and fishy...” Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as she shifted beneath me.

”And I don’t know—why is my pussy—” Her voice dropped to a whisper. ”Why is it itching like this? Am I... sick?”

I grinned internally, my cock twitching at the sight of her—confused, aroused, her face still painted with my cum.

The heavy, throbbing pulse of my cock finally began to ease, the iron-hard rigidity slowly melting under Kerry’s watchful gaze. The veins that had once stood out like ridges of stone now softened, the angry red flush fading to a deeper, warmer hue as my cock twitched and settled against my thigh.

A final drip of cum oozed from the tip, sliding down the length in a slow, lewd trail before pooling on the stone beneath us. The sight was obscene—my cock, still glistening with Kerry’s saliva and the remnants of my release, now limp and spent, resting against the dark curls at the base.

”Aunt... look.” I gestured to my cock, now limp and resting against my thigh. ”You really healed me... It’s returning to normal.”

Kerry’s eyes locked onto it, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the transformation. A shuddering sigh escaped her, her shoulders sagging with what looked like genuine relief. ”Really?!” Her voice was a breathy whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached out—almost touching me, as if she needed to confirm it for herself.

”Thank the ancestors—!” The words spilled out in a rush, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tits heaving with each desperate breath. She pressed a hand to her heart, as if soothing the wild pounding inside, her dark eyes shining with something between gratitude and awe.

She licked her lips—still swollen from my cock, still tasting me—and her gaze flickered up to meet mine. ”Your grandfather must be a great healer...” she murmured, her voice husky, her fingers unconsciously tracing the curve of her own breast, her hard nipple aching beneath her touch.

”To know all about this... that a woman’s saliva can make your cock subdued...” Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together just a little tighter, as if she was trying to ignore the heat building between them.

”And you must have worked so hard to learn from him...” There was a note of pride in her voice, a warmth in her eyes that made my chest tighten—not with guilt, but with dark satisfaction.

I nodded, letting my expression stay soft, innocent, even as my mind raced with filthy possibilities. The way she trusted me, the way she looked at me like I was something sacred—it made my spent cock twitch with the urge to harden again, just to ruin her all over.

But then my gaze dropped.

Her nipples—still erect, still aching, the dark, puckered peaks begging for my touch. The way they stood so firm, so needy, against the soft swell of her breasts. The way her thighs clenched, her breath shallow, her body tense with unfulfilled desire.

A slow, knowing smirk curled my lips.

It was time to play again.

”Aunt...” I murmured, my voice dripping with false concern as I reached out, my fingers hovering just above one of her throbbing nipples. The air between us crackled, the heat of her skin radiating against my palm before I even touched her.

”Your nipples...” My voice lowered, darkened, my thumb brushing over the hard peak—just lightly, just enough to make her gasp. ”They’re still erect...”