Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Alisha, her emerald green dress straining against her full tits, leaned forward, her cleavage spilling slightly as she swirled the wine in her glass. ”Brittany, is there anything special planned for today?” she asked, her voice husky, her eyes flickering between Brittany and me, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Brenda, her deep blue dress hugging her round ass, set her glass down with a clink and grinned. ”Let’s play cards...” she suggested, her voice light but her eyes gleaming with mischief. ”We haven’t played that for a while.”

Brittany shrugged, her red dress shimmering as she shifted, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. ”No, cards would be boring...” she said, her voice dripping with a challenge. ”Let’s play truth or dare...”

Eleanor, her silver dress riding up slightly as she crossed her legs, let out a low, throaty laugh. ”Yeah, let’s play that...” she agreed, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The hint of her black pubic hairs peeking through her white lace panties was still visible, a filthy reminder of the game we were all really playing.

Marina, her black dress molding to her body like a second skin, nodded, her lips curling into a wicked smile. ”Truth or dare...” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. The other women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

A maid rushed in with an empty wine bottle, placing it on the glass coffee table between them. The women gathered around it, their dresses rustling as they settled into their positions. Brittany spun the bottle first, her fingers lingering on the glass, her eyes locked on Marina.

The bottle spun, wobbling slightly before stopping—pointing directly at Marina.

Eleanor’s smile widened, her voice dripping with triumph. ”Marina... truth or dare?” she asked, her eyes gleaming like a predator who had just cornered her prey.

Marina knew these women. She knew they were dying to ask her something—something about me. She wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of admitting anything. Not yet. So she lifted her chin, her voice firm. ”Dare...”

Eleanor’s laugh was rich and knowing. ”Is that so...” she purred, her fingers tapping against her glass. She leaned in, her silver dress creaking slightly as it stretched over her curves, her black pubic hairs peeking through her panties.

”Alright, Marina...” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

”I dare you to kiss Brenda... on the lips... with tongue...” Her eyes flickered to Brenda, who grinned, her deep blue dress riding up as she shifted in her seat, her panties peeking out.

Marina’s eyes widened slightly, but she recovered quickly, her voice steady. ”Fine...” she said, her lips curling into a challenge. She stood up, her black dress hugging her ass as she stepped toward Brenda.

Brenda didn’t move, her eyes locked on Marina, her lips parted slightly in anticipation. Marina leaned in, her tits brushing against Brenda’s as she pressed her lips to Brenda’s, their tongues clashing in a slow, sensual dance.

The sound of their kissing—wet, sloppy, obscene—filled the room, the scent of their perfumes mingling with the musky aroma of their arousal. The other women watched, their breathing ragged, their fingers tightening around their glasses.

When Marina pulled back, her lips were glistening, her eyes dark with lust. Brenda licked her lips, her voice breathy. ”Mmm...” she murmured. ”You taste like wine... and sin...”

The bottle spun again, this time landing on Claudia.

Alisha grinned, her emerald green dress riding up as she leaned forward, her thong peeking out. ”Claudia... truth or dare?” she asked, her voice husky.

Claudia bit her lip, her auburn hair falling slightly over her shoulder as she considered. ”Truth...” she said, her voice soft.

Alisha’s smile turned wicked. ”Have you ever cheated on your husband?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Claudia blushed, her fingers tightening around her glass. ”Once...” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. ”With the gardener...” She paused, her eyes flickering to me. ”He had a very big cock...” Her voice was breathy, her nipples hardening beneath her dress.

The other women gasped, their eyes widening with shock and excitement. Brittany laughed, her voice rich and amused. ”Oh, Claudia... you naughty girl...” she said, her red dress straining against her tits as she shifted in her seat.

The bottle spun once more, landing on Alisha.

Eleanor leaned in, her silver dress riding up to reveal her white lace panties, her black pubic hairs peeking through. ”Alisha... truth or dare?” she asked, her voice low and commanding.

Alisha grinned, her emerald green dress clinging to her curves as she stood up. ”Dare...” she said, her voice confident.

Eleanor’s smile was wicked. ”Show us your panties...” she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. ”And pull them to the side... so we can see...”

Alisha didn’t hesitate. She lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her emerald green thong, the fabric so thin it was almost transparent. She hooked her fingers into the lace and pulled it to the side, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening and wet, her juices dripping slightly. The other women leaned in, their eyes locked on her, their breathing ragged.

Brenda let out a low moan, her voice thick with lust. ”Oh, Alisha... you’re soaking...” she murmured, her fingers tightening around her glass.

The bottle spun again, landing on Brenda.

Marina smirked, her black dress hugging her ass as she leaned forward. ”Brenda... truth or dare?” she asked, her voice smooth and commanding.

Brenda bit her lip, her deep blue dress riding up as she shifted in her seat. ”Truth...” she said, her voice soft.

Marina’s eyes gleamed. ”What’s the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.

Brenda blushed, her fingers tracing the neckline of her dress. ”About nine inches...” she admitted, her voice breathy. ”It was painful... at first...” She paused, her eyes flickering to me. ”But so worth it...”

The other women moaned softly, their eyes dark with lust. Eleanor let out a low laugh, her voice raspy. ”Nine inches...” she murmured. ”I bet it stretched you good...”

The bottle spun one last time, landing on Eleanor.

Brittany grinned, her red dress clinging to her tits as she leaned forward. ”Eleanor... truth or dare?” she asked, her voice playful but commanding.

Eleanor smirked, her silver dress shimmering as she stood up. ”Dare...” she said, her voice firm.

Brittany’s smile turned wicked. ”I dare you to show us your pussy...” she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. ”And spread your lips... so we can see...”

Eleanor didn’t hesitate. She lifted her dress, revealing her white lace panties, the black pubic hairs peeking through the fabric.

She hooked her fingers into the lace and pulled it to the side, exposing her pussy, her lips swollen and glistening, her clit peeking out from beneath its hood. She spread her lips with her fingers, revealing the pink, wet flesh beneath, her juices dripping slightly.

The other women leaned in, their eyes locked on her, their breathing ragged. Marina let out a low moan, her voice thick with lust. ”Oh, Eleanor... you’re so wet...” she murmured, her fingers tightening around her glass.