Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The sight should’ve made me uneasy—Kina grilling Ruth about last night—but instead, it just made me smirk. I guess she’d either be horrified or impressed. Knowing about squirting, probably both.

Ada and Kerry came to my side, and falling into step beside me, we began to walk together.

I was touched by the arm of Ada; she was very warm and stable, whereas Kerry tapped my hand now and again, which perhaps she had to do to stabilize herself. There was no talking between us, and the air was good, such as that which exists amongst intimacy.

The road was not new to us; it was the one Kerry had brought me down before, and to that private area where she used to pee.

At that moment, I caught a glimpse of Hina making her way towards me. She dropped into step with Kerry, Ada, and me, and her presence was unmistakable. Something about the manner in which she held herself was so confident, however, with a touch of nervousness, as though she were struggling not to ask the questions that were edging her mind.

She didn’t waste time. ”Dexter...” she started, her voice low, but inquiring, and her dark eyes stared at me. ”How is your cock?” She hesitated, as though she knew how rude she was being, yet she did not retreat. ”Is it quiet after you had inserted it into the pussy of Ruth?”

I looked at her and saw how her fingers would fidget at her sides, and how her breath came in when I was waiting. ”Yes, Aunt Hina”, I said, my voice even, though I could not avoid noticing how her throat was going down as she swallowed the water, and her eyes went down to my skirt for a moment and then leaped up again.

Hina flushed in her cheeks and moved ahead. ”Dexter... where is Ruth now?” she questioned, which made her voice stammer a little. ”Is she... fine?” She stuttered and then said, I mean... ”You must have hurt Ruth after you put that huge of yours cock in her....”

Ever the nursing nature, Ada replied before I could, in a warm voice, ”Hina, Ruth is only going on with Kina. She does all right, but this was her first time, so she is sore. Her pussy is tender.”

Hina smiled, looking worried. Do not worry, sister Ada, do not worry, I said. ”Isn’t Dexter a healer? He can help Ruth with the pain.” Her eyes focused keenly, and she turned to me. ”Dexter... can you use the herbs to heal the pain? Tell me. I’ll make the arrangements.”

Holding my own carefully, as though I were appraising the alternatives as a professional healer, he said, ”Aunt Hina, there is no special herb necessary to heal pain.” My voice was constant, resolute, though my thoughts were racing about trying to find an answer.

”Any common herbs will do alright.” The fact was, I did not know what I was talking about. But I had heard that with a few simple herbs in my hands, I could compound with what learning I should possess of contemporary science--it might be to pound them into a paste, or to apply them as a poultice, or perhaps to have them simply boiled into a soothing spon--a wash.

Hina didn’t question it. Rather, she gave a nod, and her face was solemn. ”Dexter, after you have bathed, go with me to my hut, said she. I have some herbs in there. See if you need any of them.”

I looked at Hina, and a moment later, I perceived not women-folk caring about Ruth, but a fierce defender, a will to ensure the protection of her sister. It was not responsibility, it was crude and unadulterated love.

I will, I said, and there was something in my voice which was even more grateful than the words.

There was a little, contented nod of Hina, who was only slightly relaxing her shoulders, as though my acquiescence had relieved some invisible strain in her.

Then, as if she had not lost a step, she turned to Kerry and Ada, and her voice was easy, but the glow of her cheeks was pink. ”I am going to poop,” she said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. ”Are you coming together?”

Kerry looked up at me, and her dark eyes shone with amusement. She was smiling mockingly at the corner of her lips, as though she sat ready to rejoice at the pain I should experience. ”Dexter...” she drawled, with something teasing in her voice, Do you want to go together?

I froze.

I cringed at the idea of sitting in the filth and cleaning up with leaves or grass. No way. I desired my new toilet, my running water, my privacy. The thought of them pooping was even more awful--and sickening to think of it. ”No, Aunt,” I said firmly. ”I’m fine.”

Kerry shrugged, unfazed. ”The stream is to the left, just in front of us, Dexter,” she said, indicating where Kina and Ruth were already passed on. ”See? Just follow them. We’ll come after pooping.”

I saw Kerry, Hina, and Ada disappear into the trees. The laughs died away with the rustling leaves, and I was left with a curious and uncomfortable feeling.

I walked off and took the rutted track that led farther into the woods. As I walked on the sound of the stream grew louder and louder, a constant soft, reassuring beat that drew me on like a promise.

The view that was presented before me, when the trees at last separated, was nearly peaceful. The stream was long and broad and shallow, and the waters glistened in the white morning light.

It was lethargic, hardly passing beyond the knees, the ideal depth of cleaning, the fatigue of the night. However, what impressed me most of all was the emptiness. To-no-one-there-was-here-no-one-there, just Kina and Ruth, standing on the edge of the water like two sculptures out of the wilderness.

Ruth was nervous, and her legs were in a balloon squeeze as she took a dip in the water. Her fingers would squeeze Kina by the arm, her knuckles would turn white as her fingers fought to keep her standing still.

The stream kissed softly her flesh, but I could read the manner in which her body had been rigid, how her breath contracted as the cold water caressed her tender, swollen body.

She blushed, and still she did not withdraw. The fact that she stood there taking the discomfort silently was almost patriotic.

Kina, the unwearying guardian, had her arm round the waist of Ruth, and her position was firm and secure. She said something to Ruth that I could not hear, as her voice was too soft, but the tone of her voice was one of encouragement. Ruth nodded, and her hold upon Kina was slackened a little, yet her form was tense with suspense.

The sun was pouring down on their flesh, and Kina and Ruth threw off their leaf skirts and dropped them on the ground, the murmur of the leaves being the only sound between them.

Then, with the same easy assurance, they stripped off the smaller leaf that covered their nipples and added them to the heap of waste material at their feet. It was not hesitation, not shame, but the silent confidence of those women who had never had the experience of bearing the burden of modesty.

The body of Kina was striking; there was no other term to describe it. She had full and heavy breasts, falling a little with her motions, so like her mother that it was almost ghostly. Her curves were aggressive, unashamed, the type that needed no prodding in order to be noticed. Fuck--then--then my eyes grabbed on her nipples.

They were inverted.

Not only a little, not only a little inlaid--they were all inverted, the brown, dimpled flesh pulled up like a pair of deep, alluring wells.

My brain broke a notch in short. I had seen them, of course I had, but only in porn, in some niche category that I had just listened to out of curiosity. Never in real life. Never upon a woman standing directly in my presence, totally naked, totally shameless.