Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 89: Panicked Kerry

Hina twitched her fingers on her sides, with the whitening of her knuckles.

I could even imagine the war occurring behind her eyes, the shock on seeing what she had seen, the unbelief at the explanation Kerry gave, and something more, something darker, more complex than that, which flashed across her face before she could conceal it.

Hina’s voice emerged as a strained one when she eventually spoke. ”So you’re telling me...” She waved a hand in the direction of my cock, then of the mess that was left on the thighs of Kerry.

”This is all just... him trying to heal you?” Her tone left no mistaking her as she was not buying the story wholesale, but she was not yet prepared to dismiss it as an outright lie.

Kerry nodded viciously, but her eyes were unable to look fully into Hina’s eyes. ”Yes, exactly. Dexter was just helping me.... That’s all.”

Hina’s gaze flicked between us, her sharp eyes missing nothing. The way Kerry couldn’t quite look at her. The way I stood there unapologetically, my cock still visible and half-hard.

Our evidence of our treatment was still dripping down on the thighs of Kerry. She sighed again, and I could see that her chest was going up and down, a little quicker than usual.

The hut was electrified to something like what comes before lightning strikes. The shrewd eyes of Hina were flitting back and forth between us, her brain evidently whirling out as she thought of everything.

But it was not merely shock that I saw in her face; there was something blacker, something that raised my blood pressure.

I maintained a steady, quiet tone of voice, made eye contact with her.

I kept my voice calm and steady, holding her gaze. ”Yes, Aunt Hina. My seed can heal women’s illnesses. But those herbs have a side effect - they make my cock painfully hard.” I let my words sink in before continuing.

”I have to release many times to relieve the pressure. That’s what Aunt Kerry was helping me with - using her pussy to ease my suffering.”

Then I added, my voice dripping with false generosity, ”Please don’t blame Aunt Kerry. It’s my fault she had to help me like this.”

Inside, I was smirking - I knew exactly what buttons I was pushing. Hina would do anything now to be the one receiving my seed instead of Kerry.

Hina’s head whipped between Kerry and me, her dark eyes sparkling with a new light - something almost predatory. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she asked, ”So... does anyone else know about this special treatment of yours?”

Kerry fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric. ”Sister Ada knows,” she blurted out, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. ”Last night, Dexter... he had to release inside us. His cock gets so hard it hurts if he doesn’t. We were just helping him.”

Now that the dam had broken, Kerry seemed unable to stop the flood of words. Her face flushed as she continued, her voice breathless with remembered pleasure. ”And when our pussies get wet and our nipples harden? That’s because our assholes...” She bit her lip, then rushed on. ”They kind of pulse and breathe. So Dexter put it in mine and Sister Ada’s assholes to heal us.”

Kerry’s confession hung in the air like thick incense. Hina’s face cycled through shock, disbelief, and then something darker as Kerry described what we’d done. Her mouth actually fell open when Kerry mentioned the asshole part.

”Wait—wait—WAIT!” Hina’s voice cracked as she held up her hands, her dark eyes wide with horror and something else that made my cock twitch.

”You’re telling me... You let him put his DICK... in your ASSHOLE?!” Her gaze darted between us, landing on my still-hard cock before snapping back up, her cheeks flushing dark red.

She took a step back, her hand flying to her chest as if to steady herself. But then her eyes dropped again, this time lingering on the mess between Kerry’s thighs. I saw her throat work as she swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

”That’s... that’s not possible!” Hina stammered, but her eyes betrayed her. They kept flicking down to my cock, then to Kerry’s well-used pussy, then back to my cock again. ”How could that even... I mean, wouldn’t it HURT? Wouldn’t it be... dirty?”

Kerry, now fully caught up in the memory, didn’t notice Hina’s growing arousal. ”At first it does,” she admitted, her voice getting breathy. ”But Dexter’s saliva makes it slippery, and then when he pushes in—” She let out a little moan just remembering it. ”Ohhh, it stretches you in this amazing way, and then when he starts moving—”

”ENOUGH!” Hina snapped, but her voice was husky now, her breath coming faster. She pressed her thighs together slightly, and I could see her nipples hardening against her dress. ”I don’t... I don’t need to hear the details!”

But she did. Oh, she absolutely did. Her eyes were glued to my cock now, watching as it pulsed slightly at Kerry’s description. I could practically see the war happening inside her—her proper upbringing fighting against the raw, animal lust that was clearly winning.

”And you... you SQUIRTED from that?” Hina’s voice dropped to a whisper, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips again. ”From having his cock in your... in your asshole?”

Kerry nodded in excitement, and her face flushed. ”So much! It felt as though nothing I ever felt before! I was trembling all through, and I just — ” She made a little spraying motion with her hands, her eyes glazing over with memory.

The gasp of Hina came out with a crackle. Her fingers twitched against her, and she muttered, but her eyes were dark with fascination.. ”That is not, that is not normal,” she said to herself, but her eyes were black with interest. ” Pissing yourself while breeding..”

Her eyes flashed over at me, and I caught a glimpse of it--the naked lust that was there, the blown-up pupils. She licked her lips once more, more slowly this time, her tongue was coming too long.

Hina’s voice cut through the silence, sharp yet unsteady. ”So after Dexter released his inside you—did it heal your pussy? Your nipples?” Her gaze flickered, as if the words themselves burned.

Kerry only nodded, her throat too tight to speak.

Hina exhaled slowly, her breath hitching. ”Does Ruth know?” The question hung between them, hollow—her mind already spiraling elsewhere. Her fingers traced restless circles on her thighs, pressing harder with each pass. The air thickened as her chest rose and fell, each inhale deeper, more ragged than the last.

Kerry shook her head. ” When Ruth squirted, she fainted. She doesn’t know anything.”

Hina darkened his face, though not with anger, but with something even more dangerous. Her eyes swept up and down me, and then to my cock, and then up to my eyes. Her voice was low and husky in her next words.

”We can not tell anybody about this,” said she, and her gaze was fixed on my cock. ”It’s too dangerous. People would... they would attempt to use Dexter in case they were aware of what Dexter’s seed could do.”