Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Angela shivered at the reminder, thighs pressing together with a faint squish. ”They’ll know something happened... they’ll smell it on me...”

”Let them.” I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. ”Let them smell my cum on you. Let them see how marked you are. And when Mira starts asking questions... just smile. She’ll know. Deep down, she already knows.”

I glanced toward the tree where Mira was hiding. No movement. Just that ragged breathing—faster now, almost panicked. The soft, unmistakable schlick of fingers working frantically inside soaked panties. She was close. Teetering right on the edge.

Angela followed my gaze, then pressed her body against mine again, voice dropping to a sultry whisper meant for Mira’s ears alone.

”Come on, husband... let’s head back before the sun comes up. I need to lie down... feel all this cum sloshing inside me while I pretend to sleep.”

She took my hand, our fingers lacing together like it was the most natural thing in the world, and we started walking back toward the clearing—slow, deliberate steps that made Angela’s hips roll with every stride.

Each movement forced another soft, wet squelch from between her thighs, my cum still leaking steadily into the soaked panties and seeping through the new pants. The sound was obscene in the quiet night, a filthy little reminder of how thoroughly I’d claimed her.

Then—sudden, frantic footsteps crashing through the underbrush.

We froze mid-step, exchanged a single glance, and both of us broke into slow, knowing smiles. Mira. Running away like a startled deer, her breathing ragged and panicked even from a distance.

She’d finally cracked—couldn’t take another second of listening to Angela’s stuffed pussy squelch or the promise of her ass getting taken later. She bolted before she could be caught red-handed, before she had to face what her fingers had been doing in the dark.

We didn’t chase her. No need. She was already hooked.

We kept our pace leisurely, letting the torchlight bob ahead of us until we reached the edge of the clearing. There she was—Mira—curled up on the grass, eyes squeezed shut, breathing too carefully to be real sleep.

Pretending. Hard. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts; her thighs were still pressed tight together like she was trying to smother the ache between them.

We didn’t say a word.

Angela and I exchanged another silent, wicked look. Then we quietly lay down together on the grass.

She climbed on top of me without hesitation, straddling my hips, her soaked crotch pressing warm and sticky against my stomach through both our clothes. Her head tucked under my chin, tits soft against my chest, one leg hooked over mine.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, hand resting possessively on the curve of her ass, fingers brushing the damp fabric where my load had soaked through.

Within minutes, the exhaustion hit. Angela’s breathing evened out against my neck. Mine followed. We drifted off like that—her dripping pussy still leaking onto me, the scent of sex thick around us—while Mira lay ten feet away, wide awake, pretending not to hear the soft, wet sounds of Angela shifting in her sleep.

Sunlight hit us like a slap.

I blinked awake first, squinting against the bright morning glare filtering through the canopy. Angela stirred on top of me, stretching lazily, her hips grinding once against my morning wood before she realized where we were. She sat up slowly, hair a wild mess, lips still swollen from last night’s kisses.

Across the clearing, Mira and Lisa were already up, sitting cross-legged on a flat rock, sharing a water bottle and some dried fruit from the pack.

They’d clearly been awake for a while. Lisa looked fresh-faced and oblivious, chatting about something mundane. Mira... not so much.

Her eyes flicked to us the second we moved. Then straight to Angela. To the pristine new black pants hugging her curves. To the faint—but unmistakable—dark patch still visible at the crotch if you knew where to look. Mira’s cheeks flamed crimson. She quickly dropped her gaze to the grass, pretending to study a blade as if it held the secrets of the universe.

I stretched, yawning dramatically as I sat up, letting Angela slide off me onto the grass. ”Oh... ” It’s morning already,” I said, voice rough with sleep, scratching my chest as if nothing had happened.

Angela stood up smoothly, brushing dirt and grass off her thighs. She didn’t bother hiding the slight wince when she straightened—her pussy was definitely still tender and swollen from the rough pounding. She stretched her arms overhead, her tits lifting under her shirt, then glanced around casually.

”So... what are we gonna do today?” she asked the group, voice bright and innocent. ”We can’t keep sleeping out here. We need a real shelter. Somewhere safe. Dry. With walls.”

Mira’s head snapped up at the word ”safe.” She looked at me—really looked—her eyes wide with something between panic and desperate hope. Then, as if the memory had just slammed into her, she spoke.

”Dexter... what about that cave we found?” Her voice came out higher than usual, a little breathless.

”It had that little stream inside... running water. And it’s way safer than being out here in the open. Deeper in, protected from rain, animals...”

I tilted my head, pretending to rack my brain. ”What cave?”

Mira’s face went from flushed to scarlet in half a second. She glanced nervously at Angela and Lisa—who were both watching her now—then back to me. Her words tumbled out in a hurried rush.

”The one... where those ants bit us. Remember? We had to—to remove our clo—” She cut herself off sharply, eyes darting to the other two women. Her hands twisted in her lap. ”I mean... our shoes. We had to remove our shoes because of the ants. They were crawling everywhere.”

She shot me a pleading look—pure desperation. Please don’t make me say it. Please don’t make them ask why we really had to strip down in that cave.

I rubbed the back of my neck, feigning embarrassment. My voice came out gruff, a little sheepish.

”Yeah... Mira’s right. That would do the job. The cave. Ants. Shoes. All that.” I cleared my throat. ”Good memory. We should check it out today. See if it’s still clear.”

Lisa perked up, oblivious. ”Ants? Ew. But running water sounds amazing. I’m in.”