Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I flooded Diana’s pussy with a deep, guttural growl, my thick cock pulsing violently inside her as rope after heavy rope of hot, thick semen erupted straight into her womb.

”Fuuuuck—!! Take it all, you greedy slut!” I snarled, gripping her hips bruisingly tight and slamming her down onto me as I came.

Diana trembled violently on top of me, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her stretched cunt milked every powerful spurt. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open in a messy, broken moan.

”Aaaaaahhhhhh—!! It’s so hot—!! Your cum is shooting so deep—!! Hnnnghhh—!! I’m still cumming too—!!”

Her pussy spasmed wildly around my throbbing cock, squeezing and fluttering as if trying to suck every last drop from my balls. The sensation of my cock spurting thick jets of semen directly against her cervix made her jerk and twitch on me like she was being electrocuted with pleasure.

Just as my orgasm peaked and I was still pumping the last few heavy loads into her overflowing cunt, Angela suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The abrupt stop jolted the entire car forward. Diana’s body lurched hard, forcing my still-spurting cock even deeper into her flooded pussy with a wet squelch.

”Fuuuuuuuuck—!!” Diana screamed loudly, her voice cracking as another violent tremor ripped through her.

Fresh squirts of her girl-cum mixed with my thick semen gushed out around my cock, soaking my balls and the already ruined backseat even more. ”It’s pushing so fucking deep—!! Aaah—!! Your cum is flooding me while the car— hnnngh—!!”

The sudden brake made my cock jolt and grind against her sensitive walls, forcing out even more cum from her overstuffed hole. Long, sticky strands of our mixed juices dripped messily onto the leather.

Angela turned around in the driver’s seat, breathing hard, her face flushed deep red and her thighs squeezed together. She tried to look composed, but her voice came out slightly shaky.

”We are here...”

Diana was still trembling and panting on my cock, her pussy lazily clenching around me as the last spurts of my load filled her. She looked at Angela through half-lidded, lust-drunk eyes and let out a long, breathy, accusatory moan.

”Aaah... hmm... Angela... you did it on purpose...”

Angela bit her lip, failing to hide a mischievous little smirk. ”I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re literally at the destination. Perfect timing, right?”

Diana let out a filthy little laugh that turned into another soft moan as she slowly ground her hips in lazy circles, savoring the way my cock stirred the massive load inside her. Thick globs of cum were already starting to leak out around my cock and run down my balls.

”You little bitch... You waited until he was balls-deep and pumping me full... then braked so his cock would slam against my cervix right when he was cumming...” Diana moaned, still clearly enjoying every second of it. ”Look at the mess... My pussy is so full it’s squirting his cum out with every twitch...”

I chuckled and gave Diana’s ass a hard slap, making her yelp cutely. ”She’s jealous she wasn’t the one getting bred in the backseat.”

Angela’s eyes flicked down to where Diana and I were still joined, watching the obscene sight of my cock stretching her friend’s cum-stuffed pussy. She squeezed her thighs together again and whispered, almost too quietly, ”Maybe I am...”

Diana leaned back against my chest, still fully impaled on my cock, her warm, cum-filled pussy lazily clenching around me. She reached down between her legs and started rubbing her swollen, sensitive clit in slow, lazy circles. Thick globs of my semen were already leaking out around my cock, dripping messily down my balls and onto the soaked leather seat.

”Mmm... We’re home now... but I don’t want to move yet,” Diana purred loudly, clearly directing every word at Angela. ”I want to keep your cock inside me a little longer, Dexter... feeling all that warm, thick cum sloshing around deep in my womb. It’s so fucking full... I can feel it moving every time I breathe.”

She said it proactively, her voice dripping with filthy teasing as she stared straight at Angela through the rearview mirror, a wicked little smirk on her face. Angela’s cheeks burned even redder as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, clearly affected.

Diana let out a soft, satisfied moan, grinding her hips in one last slow circle before finally lifting herself up.

With a wet schlorp, my heavy cock slid out of her overstuffed cunt. The moment the fat head popped free, a huge rush of thick white cum poured out of her gaping hole, splattering onto my lap and the seat. Diana quickly reached down, grabbed her soaked panties, and pulled them back into place, pressing the ruined fabric tightly against her leaking pussy to trap as much of my load inside her as possible.

”Fuck... I’m still dripping so much,” she groaned, adjusting her skirt. ”If I didn’t put these on right away, I’d be leaving a trail of your cum all the way to the door.”

We finally stepped out of the car. The cool night air felt refreshing after the heated, sex-scented atmosphere inside. As I looked around, I realized the GPS destination Diana had set wasn’t our usual place. It was a modest, single-story house in a quiet, older neighborhood — small, cozy, and unassuming, with warm lights glowing from the windows.

Angela stretched her arms above her head, taking a deep breath as she looked at the little house with soft eyes. A gentle, nostalgic smile spread across her face.

”It feels good to be back...” she said quietly, her voice full of emotion. ”Before our world collapsed... it was just like this. Maybe the air wasn’t this fresh, but still... I like this. It feels... normal. Safe.”

She walked a few steps ahead, gently brushing her fingers along the small wooden railing by the entrance, clearly lost in old memories.

Diana slipped her arm around my waist, still walking a little unsteadily, her thighs pressed together as she tried to keep my cum from leaking down her legs. She leaned up and whispered teasingly in my ear, ”Don’t worry, big boy. This is one of our old safe houses. Quiet. Private. No one will hear how loud I’m going to scream when you fuck us again tonight.”

Then, louder so Angela could hear, Diana added with a grin, ”Though I think Angela might want to take a slow, nostalgic tour of the bedroom first... maybe recreate some memories on all fours?”

Angela glanced back at us, biting her lip. The mix of nostalgia and fresh arousal was obvious in her eyes.

”Come on,” Angela said softly, unlocking the front door. ”Let’s go inside... before Diana starts dripping on the doorstep.”