Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The gray light in the morning shone through the curtains, and I felt Ada moving above me, her body tensed in an agonized gasp. ”Hmm... aah... it hurts...” she whimpered, her fingers shivering in her as she seemed to reach backward to her asshole, and her face twisted in pain.

I reached out to her and touched her by the wrist, with a caring voice. ”Mother Ada... are you okay?”

When Ada said, ”My asshole... it stings a bit when I move... ”one of her cheeks turned flushed with embarrassment, and she was whispering. Shame was making her voice rich, yet her flesh failed her--her thighs tightening against one another in their attempt to alleviate the soreness.

”Let me look,” I said to her, pushing my hands around her waist, and turning her on her side very tenderly.

I opened her legs partway and stared at the swollen, reddened lines of her asshole, which were still sore after such fierce sodomism the previous night.

The vision caused me a dark thrill, but I compelled myself to keep on thinking about her unhappiness. I was stroking the soft body with my fingers, and Ada shuddered and her body spasmed. ”Does it hurt here, Mother Ada?”

”It... it does not hurt all the time,” she said, biting her nails. ”But when I move... aah... it stings...”

I looked up at her, with my thumb rubbing over the heated skin.” What do you think about your pussy and your hard nipples? Are they cured?”

Ada nodded, flushing all over. ”It’s all right... When I woke up, my pussy was no longer dripping, and my nipples had cooled off, too...”

I looked at Kerry, and she gave a slight gasp of pain, a moaning kind of pain. She said, ”Hmmm...” and her legs parted a little, her fingers stroking at her puffy, bright-red pussy.

It was obscene, and her lips were lensed by the unremitting sucking, and I knew that her ass was as susceptible. I said, ”Aunt Kerry,” in a strong, tender voice. ”You’re hurt too.”

Ada sat herself on one elbow with her brow creased upon her as she gazed at Kerry. ”Kerry, what happened... after...?” She was indecisive with a distinctly clouded memory.” I remember I squirted so hard... and then I fell asleep...”

Kerry squirmed as her fingers never let go of her swollen, throbbing pussy, as she talked, her thighs trembling. ”It’s Dexter,” she acknowledged, and only a little stronger than a whisper, her face and cheeks flushed with a residual arousal.

”His cock did not subside since... he emptied his seed into your asshole, Sister Ada. So I... I helped him after that...” Her fingers were jerking at her swollen lips; the memory by itself seemed to be sufficient to bring the pain back to life.

The eyes of Ada dilated a little, and there was nothing in the look but care, and something more, something almost envious. ”Dexter... cured you, too?” She asked, softly and trembling. Did he stuff it into your ass also?

Kerry shook her head, and her breath stopped as she thought about the never-ending fucking. ”No... I... at first, when I saw that his cock was not calmed down. I put it into my pussy to attempt to calm it down.” Her lips were bitten, her fingers sinking deeper into her swollen flesh.

”But even if he released his seed inside me, his cock did not quiet down. So... he concluded first to cure me.first.” Her tone was reduced to a whisper. ”He inserted his cock in my ass... and then in my pussy, and I squirted... and then... fell asleep...”

The breath had stopped, and Ada herself had instinctively slipped her hand towards her own little asshole, as though she were imagining the length and the pain, the fullness of it. ”Oh my god...” she breathed. He sprayed his seed so many times...” Her tone was rich with incredulity--and something deeper, something sort of needy.

Kerry nodded and shuddered at the thought of it.” Yes... as he spurred his seed into the inside of my asshole, it... It healed me.” She moved her position and groaned with pain. ”It is a little sore, but it does not itch anymore. And my nipples... well, they are not sore either.”

Kerry looked at me, and the look came down to my cock, which was lying slack between my thighs. Our atmosphere was oppressive and filled with the spirit of the night before, seductive, jointless. ”Dexter...” she said, with cautious hope in her voice, as though she were afraid to hope that it was really over. ”Is your cock calmed down now?”

I looked at it and then at her with a smirk on my lips. ”Yes, Aunt Kerry,” I said, it is, but with a kind of satisfaction about it. ”Thanks to your performance last night, my cock was finally able to calm down because of the release of my seed in your pussy once again.”

Kerry didn’t look away. Rather, she fell forward slightly, and her eyes were fixed on my cock as though she were half-anticipating it to twitch, to swell, to insist on more of her.

It is as though it had been put back in shape... she swore, and her fingers were at length dragged off her swollen pussy, as though she did not want to let them. Her voice was relieved indeed, though there was more there than that, something supposed disappointed.

She sighe,d and her shoulders lowered slightly. ”All right, thank the ancestors, everything is all right.”

I turned my eyes on Ruth as she lay still, her thighs clenched together in an attempt to restrain the painful aching that was there between them. Her pussy was puffiest of all, swollen, red, and inflamed with the constant pounding it was getting.

Even her breathing had a faint, periodic ache of uneasiness, as her body continued to adapt itself to the consequences of such complete possession.

I said to myself, Ruth, you are the worst in the pussy. They all would have done with a painkiller or some sort of soothing cream, but we were in the midst of nowhere in terms of modern medicines. What was I supposed to do to relieve their sufferings in this world?

Ada, seeing what seemed to be the stillness of Ruth, bent down and started stirring her. ”Ruth... wake up...” she said in her soft but insistent voice. ”Ruth...”

With a drowsy murmur, Ruth roused her head, and her lips were slightly open as she said, Mother... Then her eyes opened, and the first sign she had was my face. ”Dexter...” she moaned, leaped up with a quick and agonizing groan. ”Aaah... it hurts...”

Ada smiled, and her hand was lying upon the shoulder of Ruth. Hurt it is to say the least, you see, she answered, with the warm voice of sympathy and comprehension. ”I, too, was hurt when your father did that to me... the first time.”