Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Kerry took my cock deep in her mouth.

Her nails dug into my thighs, her fingers clawing at my skin like she was trying to anchor herself, her tongue still working frantically, lapping at the underside of my cock even as I choked her with it.

Kerry’s nose pressed into the coarse, sweat-damp hair at the base of my cock, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps every time I pulled back just enough to let her gasp—before slamming back in.

”C— C-can’t— Bre— Akkkhh—! Nnnnggg—!”

Her voice was muffled, broken, her words dissolving into choked sobs as I used her—her throat fluttering around my tip, her lips sealed tight around my shaft, her cheeks hollowed like she was starving for it.

The wet, obscene sounds of Kerry’s mouth—her choked gasps, the sloppy gurgles of her throat struggling around my cock, the way her body jerked beneath me like she was caught between fighting and melting—it was all too much.

My balls tightened painfully, my cock swelling to the point of aching, my vision swimming with the need to fucking ruin her. To claim her in a way no one else ever had. To make her mine in the most primal, filthy way possible.

And then—

I looked down at her.

Kerry’s face was a mess—her lips stretched obscenely around my shaft, tears streaming down her cheeks, her throat working desperately as she fought for air.

The sight of her like that—used, struggling, but still taking every inch I gave her—sent a dark, possessive thrill through me.

With a rough, animalistic groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

Kerry gasped, her chest heaving violently, her swollen lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. Thick strings of it dripped down her chin, catching in the hollow of her throat.

She coughed, her hand flying to her bruised lips, her fingers trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

”I.... I-I’m sorry, Aunt...” My voice was rough, ragged—but there wasn’t a single shred of real remorse in it. Only hunger. Only the need to push her further, to hear her beg for the things she’d never admit she wanted.

”I—I couldn’t control myself...” I whimpered, my cock throbbing as I watched her reaction, my hips twitching with the need to shove back in. ”It felt like my pee was gonna come out...”

Kerry’s watery, bloodshot eyes flickered up at me, her breath still coming in ragged, desperate gasps. ”Hmm...” Her fingers stilled between her legs, her voice dropping to a low, knowing purr. ”Would that be your seed, Dexter?” Her tongue darted out, swiping over her abused lips, tasting me on them.

I let my lower lip tremble, my expression shifting into something falsely innocent, my cock jerking at the way her gaze darkened. ”I... I don’t know...” I stammered, my voice cracking just enough to sound helpless. ”When I saw you having trouble breathing, I pulled it out. I didn’t want to hurt you...”

Kerry’s lips curled into something wicked—amusement, maybe, or something far more dangerous. ”You should just... let it out.” Her voice was husky, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the wetness on her chin before dragging it down, smearing it over her throat like she was marking herself.

”Mitt’s cock always calms down after he releases his seed... but he always does it inside my pussy.” Her breath hitched, her eyes glazing over for a second like she was remembering the feel of him.

My cock twitched violently at the image, pre-cum beading at the tip, dripping down my cock.

Kerry sighed, her hand finally pulling away from between her legs, her fingers glistening with her own arousal. ”It’s a difficult situation...” She hesitated, her voice taking on a serious edge, but her eyes burned with something else—something hungry.

”You’re in pain, I know. But remember—you’re not allowed to waste your precious seed like that.” She leaned in just a little, her breath hot against my skin.

”You can only put your seed inside a woman’s pussy... to make her pregnant.” Her gaze locked onto mine, firm, but her lips were still swollen from my cock, her voice still thick with lust.

”That’s how we increase the number of people in our tribe. Strength in numbers, Dexter. And you must never tell anyone about wasting your seed.” She licked her lips, her tongue swiping over the taste of me still lingering there. ”The tribe would punish you for it.”

I nodded slowly, my mind racing, my cock aching.

It made sense—stone age survival. More people meant more strength, more protection. Of course, they’d enforce breeding. Of course, they’d see wasting seed as a sin.

But then—

A realization hit me like a fucking revelation.

If men always came inside a woman’s pussy... then Kerry had never tasted cum before.

The thought sent a jolt of dark, filthy excitement through me, my cock throbbing with the need to corrupt her.

There were so many firsts left for her.

And I was going to be the one to give them to her.

The thought sent a surge of dark, filthy excitement through me. My cock twitched, pre-cum dripping from the tip as I imagined painting her face with it, watching her tongue lap up every last drop. There were so many firsts left for her.

And I was going to be the one to give them to her.

I nodded like a good boy, my expression innocent, my fingers already twitching with the need to touch her. And then, without warning, I grabbed her tits, my palms squeezing hard, my thumbs pressing into her nipples until they pebbled beneath my touch.

The moment my palms squeezed her tits, the surge hit me—400 Pervert Points added, my total now 798. The rush of power pulsed through me, making my cock twitch violently as I buried myself deeper.

Kerry gasped, her back arching off the stone as her breath hitched, a soft, needy moan slipping past her lips. ”Aaaah, Dexter... don’t pinch them... it feels strange...” Her voice was breathy, her body tensing beneath me, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, her fingers twitched at her sides, like she was fighting the urge to grab me, to pull me closer.