Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The drip of the water descended on Ruth’s skin as I parted her asscheeks further to admire the fine, puckered skin of her ass-hole. It was exactly like that of Ada, only with its own beauty.

It had soft creases around it, faintly lined, and nature itself seemed to have taken pains in modeling the details of it. The skin was smooth, flushed with cool water of a light pink, and so clean, not a particle of dirt, only the natural, earthy odor of her body. The sensitive folds were followed with my fingers, tickling enough to cause her to breath hitching.

”Aaah...” Ruth moaned and looked up at me with an arching movement of the body, her thighs vibrating. It was a crude, desperate sound, and it gave me a jolt of heat to my cock.

I dipped a little further into the water and touched her with my fingers in slow, repose circles. ”So sensitive,” I grumbled, my voice deepening with satisfaction. ”Just like the rest of you.”

Ruth’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers curling into the stone beneath her. ”Dexter...” she whispered, her voice trembling. ”It feels... strange. But good.”

I pulled back slightly, admiring the way her asshole twitched under my gaze, the way her body responded to every touch. ”It’s so beautiful,” I said, my voice dark with approval. ”Just like your...” I wanted to say just like your mother, Ada, but I stopped myself before I could say it.

Turning my head, I took in the sight of the other women—Kerry’s full, swaying breasts, Hina’s wild, untamed pussy, Ada’s soft, generous curves. It was a paradise, a world where desire wasn’t hidden, where every touch was raw and real. But my focus was on Ruth.

As Ruth turned to me, her dark eyes were soft with devotion. ”Now, let me help you.” she murmured, stepping closer, her hands already reaching for me. ”To clean up.”

Her fingers moved over my body, splashing water over my skin, her touch gentle but thorough. When she reached my cock, she hesitated for just a second before her hands wrapped around it, cleaning it with careful strokes. I felt it harden instantly—thick, heavy, demanding—under her touch.

Ruth’s breath caught as she felt the change, her eyes widening. ”Oh...” she whispered, her voice trembling with surprise. ”Dexter, your cock... It’s so hard now.” Her fingers curled around me, her grip tentative but curious. ”Does it want a pussy?” she asked, her voice soft but bold. ”Because if it does... I can give it one.”

The chill of the stream fluttered over us, and the breath of Ruth came in with a hitch as I touched her, and as her body was still trembling at the aftershocks of pleasure, and the burning ache between her thighs. My cock throbbed, ponderable, demanding, and I had to push myself back, my hand over hers where she still held me.

”No, Ruth,” I said to myself, and my voice was harsh with suppressed emotion, and my body false to what I said, as I uttered it. ”You’re still sore. I will not hurt your pussy again so soon--not when I am aware your pussy must be hurting a lot.”

Ruth looked at me with disappointed and understanding eyes and lingered a little more with her fingers on my cock before she reluctantly released it. Before she could utter a word, however, the fine, teasing voice of Kina pierced the air.

”Hmph.” Her arms crossed, her eyes fell down on my still-hard cock, a kind of curiosity and doubt.” Have you not had her last night already?” she enquired, which she delivered with the voice of amusement. ”Then how come it is still standing like that?”

I didn’t flinch. ”It’s the herbs,” I said, my voice low, my fingers tracing idle circles on Ruth’s hip. ”They change things. Make me need to release more than once before I can settle.”

An indignant gasp reached my back. I looked to see Hina standing there with her eyes open and her entire lips agape in disbelief. ”More than once?!” she said again, with high disbelief.

Kerry stepped in before I could answer, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost too quick—like she was trying to cover something up. ”Yeah, it’s the herbs his grandfather gave him,” she said, her voice just a little too bright. ”They make his cock stronger, so he has to release his seed over and over to calm it down.”

Hina looked at Ruth with a jerk, her face changing to a more violent expression of dismay. ”Dexter...” her voice fell to a husky murmur, she said. ”How many times have you stuffed her last night?” Darkness came over her eyes as she seemed almost hopeful. ”She’ll be pregnant soon, won’t she?”

I noticed the panic twitch in the eyes of Kerry. She did not want them to know the truth, that my cum could heal, that I had already taken her and Ada the same way. And so she groped about for an excuse, blushing. ”He--he did not even get to finish, she stammered. After she... squirted, Ruth fell asleep.”

The word was like fire that lit something primitive in each of us.

Hina and Kina stood statue still with a sudden common look at Kerry. ”Squirting...?” Kina said it again, her voice harsh with bewilderment, and her body tensing. ”What do you mean, squirting?”

Kerry was indecisive, and the secret was already disclosed. ”It happens when a woman is so pleased that her body squirts like she is peeing herself,” she said, her voice falling into a middle-muffled, almost religious tone.” His grandfather is the one who taught Dexter how to make it happen. How to make a woman that good?”

The breath of Hina stopped, and her fingers sank into her palms. Kina looked like she had thought the same and squeezed her eyebrows in an attempt to digest the concept. ”Pissing... from pleasure?” Kina said, and her voice was filled with disbelief.

Kerry nodded and looked towards me only a second, then her voice fell to something darker, something hungry. ”Yes. The body is unable to contain it all. And after... she just collapses from how good it feels.”.

Ada did not say anything, but her face was remote, and the fingers in her hands jerked at her sides like they were experiencing the memory of the time I had made her squirt.

I was able to tell the glow upon her cheeks, the manner in which her breath was a little quicker. She didn’t intervene. She didn’t need to.

Kina looked at Ruth, and her voice was full of amazement and wonder. ”Ruth... is it true?” she asked, her tone softening. ”Did it really feel that good?”

Ruth nodded, and her face flushed as she remembered. ”It was amazing... Nothing I’ve ever felt before,” I went like that, she said, and her voice was very low. ”I couldn’t even move after squirting. My whole body was... light.”

Both Hina and Kina gazed up at me, and resembled each other in expression, awe, and something, something hungry, something needy. But none of them said anything.

Hina and Kina both looked at me, their expressions a mix of awe and something else—something hungry, something needy. But neither of them said a word.