Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Man, the smell in there was so heavy and pungent you could have suffocated with it - it was all heat and skin and that raw, animal scent that comes when bodies merge. It was like the air itself was there for the party, sticking to us, making my skin tingle and itch.

Sabina? Yeah, she was staring at it with her whole being and could not stop her gaze. She saw the slow, glistening unraveled that Ravina spread on her legs, dilating her pupils, all dark and wild. Not at all restrained. She seemed like she could devour her right there.

Ravina was lit up with firelight, which cast both gold and shadows over her exposed legs. Her entire being was bloated, glistening, as if she were calling for someone’s hand to come and touch her—really, she looked as if she were the least bit subtle, a fully ripe peach that has been cut with its juice running out.

Sabina’s voice was hoarse and anxious-sounding, but if we are being honest, there was a whole lot more to her eyes than these words. Desire, perhaps some shame, maybe not. ”Sister, what is wrong with you?” she asked, but the way she was staring... well, it wasn’t concern talking.

”Your face is red... and your...” Her gaze dropped to the obscene display between Ravina’s thighs, her own breath hitching as she took in the sight of her elder’s dripping cunt.

Ravina was not concerned about her modesty. She moved her legs out wider in a slow and deliberate manner, her fingers gently stroking the slippery folds of her vulva.

The movement made her labia part more, thus exposing the light pink of her inner skin, which was still wet with her secretions. ”It is nothing,” she said, her voice heavy with desire. ”It is just my pussy that started to drip water when I saw Dexter... how he was healing Sister Helen...”

Her finger moved down, fully separating her folds, thus giving Sabina a clear view of her dripping opening. A thick drop of desire surged at her entrance before it fell down to mix with the moisture that was already on her thighs.

”So I was asking Dexter to treat it...” Ravina’s voice trailed off into a needy whimper as her fingers circled her clit, the little nub already swollen and sensitive.

Watching the exchange, I felt a sort of dark amusement run through me, my cock still throbbing beneath the leaf skirt as I took in the scene.

These women were absolutely shameless, utterly without any fence or restraint, and when it came to their wants and desires. The fact was a bit shocking and intoxicating at the same time - them being so open about their needs, so ready to kneel and beg for what they wanted was quite a spectacle to behold.

Sabina’s tongue darted out, quick and nervous, catching her bottom lip. She squeezed her thighs together like that would actually do anything about the aching heat building up—spoiler, it didn’t.

”Seriously, why don’t you just get it over with and help Sister Ravina already?” she snapped, shooting me a glare sharp enough to leave a mark. ”For real, what’s the delay?” Her eyes went down—there, to the clumsy heap beneath my leaf skirt—and then she looked at me again, expecting a reply.

Before I could respond, she added, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper, ”After you have treated Sister Ravina... I also need treatment that will need your seed...” Her hand drifted down to her own thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. ”I can still become pregnant... so I might have a chance...”

The way she said it—so blunt, so unashamed—made my cock twitch. This bitch is really begging for a cock...

”It’s okay to treat Aunt Ravina,” I said, my voice calm despite the fire burning in my veins. ”But I think we should leave here so as not to disturb Elder Helen from taking a rest.”

Sabina’s eyes snapped to Ravina in shock. ”Aunt Ravina?”

Ravina nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. ”Dexter is like a child... and he treated Sister Helen... so I let him call me Aunt Ravina...”

Sabina’s face lit up with understanding, her own lips curling into a wicked grin. ”Then call me Aunt Sabina... from now on...”

I looked at Sabina’s eyes and nodded. Ravina chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. ”Yeah, you are right. Let’s go to my place... let Sister Helen rest.”

Sabina’s joy was so great that she could barely restrain it. Her entire being was nearly vibrating with anticipation. But Ravina prevented her from going on after us out of the hut.

”What are you going to do?” she inquired, her voice resolute. ”Stay here and take care of Sister Helen... and help her if she needs anything after she wakes up...”

Sabina was confused, and she mumbled; she clearly felt torn between her responsibility and her wish. ”But...”

Ravina gave her a look that was both strict and commanding, her eyes dark with authority. Sabina eventually signalled assent, although her frustration was clear. ”Alright... but I also need treatment...”

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the situation unfold with the thought of what was next running through my mind and making my cock get hard.

Ravina, man, she was a whole storm. Her thighs shook, breath all ragged, and yeah, you could practically see the need written all over her—no use pretending otherwise.

As we ducked out of the hut, she grabbed my hand, fingers squeezing tight. ”Hurry up,” she breathed, voice all shaky and desperate, ”I can’t stand waiting any longer...”

Her sentence let a surge of desire run through my body to the point my erection pressed hard against the leaves of my skirt. I wasn’t even able to wait to feel her vagina that way—tight, moist, and craving as I entered her wildly, stuffing her with my sperm until she shouted my name.

And after Ravina, there would be Sabina, waiting for her own ”treatment.” The thought made my cock throb with anticipation. This tribe might have been primitive, but their appetites were anything but. And I was more than ready to satisfy them all.

When we left Helen’s hut, the night air hit us like a warm, musky breeze, which had the smell of the roast meat and the dirt of the tribe’s cooking fires. A group of women from the tribe were standing by the central fire pit, their dark eyes were flitting between us with a smile full of secrets. The firelight moved with their movements across their naked bodies, showing the outlines of their breasts and the shining sweat of their trained bodies.

One woman was grilling the meat standing near the fire. She had detailed tribal tattoos, and she turned to us when we approached her. The meat on her skewer was already smoking; the fat was dripping into the fire, making a very attractive little hissing sound. ”Sister Ravina,” said she, quite calmly but with power. ”The meal is already waiting for us. You must be hungry...”.

Ravina gave a glance that indicated that she was not sure about it, and her hand was still tightly holding mine. She was full of tension as she shook off her fear by leaning back on the stone, the way she had her legs so close together as if she were holding the pain in them. She was denying it by shaking her head, but then her eyes met mine, and she noticed the way the leaf part of my skirt was revealing, the way my body was betraying a complete control of desire.

”No... I...” she started, but then her voice went away. She turned to me, her dark eyes reflecting a weird mixture of sorrow and hope. ”Are you hungry?” she asked, barely a whisper. ”Take a bite...”