Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Nancy couldn’t hold back any longer. She climbed onto the examination table with shaky knees, straddling my face while still wearing her thin cotton scrub panties—now soaked through at the crotch, the fabric dark and clinging transparently to her swollen lips.

The musky, heady scent of her arousal hit me immediately, warm and thick, making my cock twitch violently beneath Anya’s teasing slides.

She lowered herself slowly, hesitantly at first, until her panty-covered mound settled right over my mouth and nose. I gripped her soft, round ass cheeks with both hands—fingers digging in, spreading her slightly—and buried my face deeper.

I inhaled hard, drawing in the intoxicating mix of her sweat, her wetness, the faint clean-laundry smell of the fabric now ruined by her dripping need.

”Mmm... fuck, Nancy... you smell so good... so wet...” I groaned against her, voice muffled, vibrating right through the thin cotton into her clit.

She whimpered, hips rocking instinctively, grinding her soaked panties against my lips and tongue. ”Oh god... Mr. Dexter... your nose... pressing right there... ahh...”

I opened my mouth wider and dragged my tongue flat along the seam of her panties—long, slow laps from her asshole all the way up to her clit.

The fabric was drenched, salty-sweet with her juices, and every pass made her thighs tremble around my ears.

I sucked the cotton into my mouth, pulling at it with my lips, tasting her through the barrier while she moaned louder, hips jerking.

”Ahh... yes... lick me through them... mmm, it’s so dirty... so good...”

Then I went lower. I pushed the tip of my tongue firmly against the tight pucker hidden beneath the fabric—pressing, circling, trying to force the damp cotton inward toward her asshole. The material stretched and gave just enough for me to feel the resistant ring beneath.

Nancy jolted hard, a shocked gasp tearing from her throat. ”No... don’t... it’s dirty there... oh fuck, don’t lick my ass... please... ahh!”

But her protest was weak—her hips betrayed her, grinding down harder, smearing more of her wetness across my face. I didn’t stop. I lapped insistently, tongue probing, wetting the fabric until it clung even tighter to her hole, outlining every crease. I moaned into her ass, the vibration making her clench and whimper.

”God... you’re... you’re really doing it... mmm, filthy... so filthy... don’t stop... ahh, yes...”

Anya watched the whole thing—her own pussy still sliding torturously along my throbbing length, clit grinding against the veined underside, entrance fluttering every time my cockhead nudged her opening without entering.

The sight of Nancy riding my face, panties soaked and ass presented, finally broke her.

”Fuck this teasing,” Anya snarled, voice raw. ”I need it inside me now.”

She lifted her hips just enough, angled the swollen head to her slick, shaved entrance—and sank down hard in one brutal drop.

Her tight, hot walls swallowed me to the hilt in a single, searing plunge. No slow stretch, no gentle easing—just raw, greedy possession. Her pussy clenched like a fist around my cock, smoother and tighter than Nathalie’s ever felt in this moment, gripping every inch as if trying to pull me deeper.

”Ahh—fuck—yes!” Anya cried out, head thrown back, glasses nearly sliding off her nose. ”So thick... stretching my tight little cunt... god, better than I imagined... mmm, feel how I’m squeezing you? No sloppy seconds here... this pussy’s fresh and hungry...”

The sudden heat and grip made me groan deep into Nancy’s panties, the sound muffled but vibrating straight through her ass. My cock throbbed hard inside Anya—once, twice—making her gasp and rock forward.

Nathalie—still sprawled on the recliner, legs spread, fingers buried in her leaking, cum-filled pussy—watched with burning eyes. Jealousy twisted her features into something feral.

”You bitch,” Nathalie hissed, voice thick with arousal and rage. ”That’s my husband’s cock... you don’t get to just take it...”

She grabbed Anya’s breasts from behind—fingers pinching those dark, erect nipples hard, twisting them viciously. Anya yelped, back arching, but the pain only made her pussy clench tighter around me—walls fluttering and spasming in rhythmic waves that milked my cock relentlessly.

”Ahh—fuck—Nathalie... pinch them harder... oh god, it’s making me grip him so tight... mmm, feel that squeeze? Your wife’s jealous little hands are making my cunt strangle your cock... bet she never made you throb like this...”

I moaned louder against Nancy’s ass—tongue still probing her panty-covered hole—hips bucking up instinctively to meet Anya’s downward grind. ”Mmmph... fuck... Anya... so tight... clenching so hard... Nancy... grind harder... ahh, your ass tastes so good through these panties...”

Nancy rocked faster now, moaning brokenly. ”Yes... lick my dirty hole... don’t stop... mmm, tongue-fuck me through them... oh god, I’m gonna cum on your face...”

Olivia knelt beside us, one hand between her own thighs, the other reaching up to cup my balls—rolling them gently while she watched Anya ride, and Nathalie torment her nipples.

”Shit... look at that... Anya’s pussy swallowing him whole... and Nathalie’s making her clench... god, his cock’s pulsing inside her... gonna fill that tight hole next...”

Anya bounced harder—short, brutal drops that slapped her ass against my hips—each one forcing a wet schlick and a fresh gush of her arousal down my cock.

”Mmm... fuck me back... pound up into my smooth cunt... tell your wife how much tighter I am... how much better... ahh, pinch harder, Nathalie... make me cum on your husband’s dick...”

Nathalie twisted again, pulling Anya’s nipples outward, making the doctor cry out in pleasure-pain. ”You slut... he’s mine... but... fuck... keep clenching... make him cum inside you... I want to see it leak out so I can lick it up...”

My tongue pressed deeper against Nancy’s asshole through the soaked cotton—circling, probing—while my hips snapped up to meet Anya’s rhythm. The combined sensations—Nancy’s musky heat on my face, Anya’s vise-like pussy milking me, Nathalie’s jealous hands fueling the clench—pushed me right to the edge.

”Fuck... Anya... Nancy... ahh... gonna cum... so tight... so wet... mmmph...”

Anya jolted hard, pussy clamping down so tight it made me groan into Nancy’s soaked panties. ”Ahh—shit—Nathalie... what the fuck... rubbing my clit like that... oh god, it’s throbbing... don’t stop... make me squeeze him harder...”

Nathalie’s voice came out low and venomous, dripping with filthy possession. ”You stole my husband’s cock... now I’m gonna make you cum so hard you squirt all over it... make your tight little cunt cream so much he forgets your name... pinch that clit... feel how wet you are for my dick?”

Anya’s hips stuttered, pussy fluttering wildly around me as Nathalie’s fingers worked her clit mercilessly—pinching, rolling, slapping lightly against the engorged nub. ”Mmm—fuck—yes... rub it harder... make me clench... ahh, your jealous fingers are gonna make me cum all over your husband’s fat cock... god, it’s pulsing inside me... stretching me so good...”

Olivia—never one to stay on the sidelines—moved behind Anya, kneeling close enough that her breasts brushed Anya’s back.

She grabbed Anya’s hips with both hands, fingers digging into soft flesh, and started guiding her up and down in long, deliberate strokes—lifting her almost off my cock, then slamming her back down hard enough that Anya’s ass slapped my thighs with wet smack-smack-smack sounds.