Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I kept going.

From dusk till dawn, I ravaged Agatha—I was merciless, savage, my cock deep inside her pussy, my seed filling her uterus over and over.

Every jerk shook so violently that I could feel it hitting inside her, her walls squeezing around me tightly like an urgent hold. ”Ahh- My King! It is so hot.... aaaaaaah! ” she wailed, her voice tearing, her body shuddering under me.

However, I was not affected by it.

I took her until her eyes rolled back, her breath shallow, her limbs going limp. Only then did I pull out, my cock finally spent—softened after at least eight brutal releases.

Cum dripped from her gaping pussy, thick and white, pooling beneath her as she lay unconscious, her chest rising and falling weakly.

I could have kept going.

I can’t say it didn’t take me some time to realize it, but finally the change was unmistakably there - my endurance had increased and my body was no longer a hostage of the old limits.

Through the gap in the door flap, the first rays of the new day had started to shine on Agatha’s weary body. The fire had gone out some time ago, leaving only a few weak red embers in the fireplace.

I reached down, grabbing my leaf skirt from the floor. The fabric was rough against my skin, and the hem was torn. After I wrapped it around my waist, I left the hut—

—and froze.

Both Sabina and Ravina had been less than a foot apart, their entire bodies motionless but drenched with desire which they were hardly able to restrain. The dew of the midnight visible on their bodies, the cold morning air had excited them both to the point of lust, their skins glistening with a thin layer of perspiration.

Sabina’s curly, jet-black hair vaguely reminded one of the shining halo that appeared to be coming from her face, her full lips open as she gasped for air, and her fingers were trembling as if she was fighting against the different impulses that wanted her to touch herself.

They instantly, and without any kind of hesitation, sought out the outline of my flaccid penis under my skirt, and once they had done that, they hurriedly shot a look at my face, which was full of want and complete shamelessness.

I slowly breathed out and rolled my shoulders. ”I badly need a bath.”

Ravina blurred; her hand went taut as her fingers gripped her arm. Overtly more courageous, she was—the one who had always been like that. Her light-brown skin showed through with a very nice glow under the early sun, and there was a patch of freckles on her nose and cheek that was barely seen. Her lips were as if she had been biting them all night, and her thighs were tight, causing the color of the fabric of her wrap to turn into a deeper shade due to her own wetness.

”D-Dexter...” Her voice went low, and she was clearly very needy. She put one step towards me, barefoot and silent on the moist ground.

”Why don’t I help you with that?” Her tongue quickly touched her lower lip, and I could see how her heartbeat was quite near the surface of her neck by the sudden dart of her pulse point.

Sabina had zero patience left for putting on a show. Nope, she was over it. Her hand slipped right down between her legs, fingers circling her clit in these slow, maddening little strokes that were halfway between a tease and a dare.

She was kinda petite next to Ravina. Ravina had this lushness to her, softer belly, hips that just begged for hands, skin a few shades lighter than Sabina’s, which made her nipples pop like art against canvas—couldn’t help but notice.

Sabina’s breath came in these quick, ragged little bursts. Her eyes? All glassy and wild, was locked right onto me like she was seeing right through my skirt.

”Y-Yes,” she said, barely audible, with one trembling voice, ”We will...we will wash you. Everywhere.” As her fingers moved faster, she also moaned softly, and at the same time, her fingers went from gentle taps to raking motions.

I did not budge. Did not interrupt them with a word. Instead, I just let my stare slowly sweep them over and over—it was then I saw that each of them was betraying their wants by their physical reactions—the way Ravina’s knees were banging against one another as if she wanted to relieve the pain down there, and the way Sabina’s free hand had gone from being just pressed against her side to her making a fist and scratching her palm with her nails.

They’d been there all night.

They’d heard everything. Listening to Agatha’s screams. Her sobs. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the obscene squelch of cum filling her over and over. And judging by the way their wraps clung to them, the way their skin flushed dark with arousal, they must have not only heard but also enjoyed it.

Ravina went in for another step, her bare toes digging into the dirt. ”The river’s just down the path,” she said in a whisper, her voice going down to a darker, more wanting tone. ”We can... take you there. Make sure you’re clean.” Like she was picturing her own fingers on me, not on her arms, her fingers twitched.

Sabina made a weak, needy noise and rocked her hips just a little as her fingers sped up between her legs. ”Or...” she said, looking at the hut with her eyes, then back at me. ”Or we could bring water here. Wash yourself.” She was so thick and so low that her words were hardly audible.

I smirked.

Oh, they were eager.

As Ravina’s eyes dropped once again over how the leaf skirt that she was wearing was lying low on my hips and how the material was just barely showing my form, she licked her lips once more, and her Adam’s apple moved up as she swallowed. Her voice was quite soft as she said, ”You must be... exhausted,” but her eyes were saying something completely different. ”We’ll take care of you. Let us.”

Sabina’s breath hitched, her fingers stuttering against her clit. ”P-Please, Dexter,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. ”We’ve been... we’ve been waiting.”

”Lead the way,” I’d said, my voice a low rumble, my smirk promising more than just a bath.

And they had.

Ravina was the first to make a move, her hips going from side to side in a calculated slow pace as she took me by the hand to the water. She was barefoot, and her feet made no sound on the wet ground.

Sabina came next with an agitated attitude as if she were impatient or in a rush to be at the water. Her breathing was shallow, and her fingers were still twitching as if she was fighting the urge to touch herself again.

They didn’t mess about when we got to the stream.

Ravina went down on her knees first, her beautiful dark eyes staring at me, and she reached out to untie my leaf skirt. Her fingers were a bit shaky, and she was a little short of breath as she loosened the knot. The skirt came off and bunched at my feet, and for a moment there was just silence.

Then voices—gasps.