Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Maya was silent for a long time. I could feel the war happening inside her mind — fear of infection fighting against deep embarrassment and the confusing arousal she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Finally she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper and thick with reluctant acceptance.

”...Alright. If it’s the only way... then... please do it. Just... be quick.”

Her thoughts, however, were still racing with shame and unexpected heat.

[He’s going to touch me there again... and put his saliva on my most private places... on the hair above my pussy and on my ass... I can’t believe this is happening...]

I spoke gently.

”Aunt Maya... I’m going to turn around now.”

I heard the soft rustle of movement as she tried to cover herself.

When I turned, Maya was standing in the warm orange light of the burning log, one hand pressed firmly between her legs to hide her pussy, the other arm crossed over her chest in a desperate attempt to cover her heavy breasts and stiff nipples.

The effort was only partially successful — the soft outer curves of her tits and the upper swell of her large brown areolas still peeked around her forearm, and every shallow breath made them shift.

I swallowed hard at the sight, then walked closer and knelt directly in front of her, bringing my face level with the hand that was covering her mound.

The small red bite mark was still clearly visible in the short black hair just above her fingers. The scent of her skin — and something warmer, muskier — already reached me.

”Aunt Maya... should I use my tongue to apply the saliva?”

Maya froze completely. Her thighs tensed under my gaze.

”Tongue...?”

I kept my tone calm and clinical, as if discussing a purely medical necessity, even though both of us knew how intimate the act would be.

”If I use my finger, the beneficial bacteria and enzymes in the saliva might die as soon as they touch my skin. Using my tongue is the most effective way to transfer it while it’s still active and warm.”

Maya’s thoughts spiked with flustered panic and a heat she couldn’t suppress.

[He wants to put his tongue... right there... on the hair above my pussy... He’ll be able to see everything... I’m completely naked in front of him... OMG...]

[Why is my heart beating so fast...? Why does the idea of his tongue on me make my stomach flip...?]

She bit her lower lip hard enough that the skin turned white, then gave the tiniest, most reluctant nod.

”...Hmm.”

I leaned in. The short, soft black hairs of her neatly trimmed strip brushed against my lips as I pressed a slow, deliberate kiss directly onto the swollen red bite mark.

Then I dragged my tongue over it in a long, wet stroke, spreading a thick layer of saliva across the irritated skin and into the surrounding hair. The taste of her skin mixed with the faint salt of the earlier seawater.

Maya’s thighs trembled violently. A soft, naughty moan slipped out of her before she could stop it.

”Hmmm... aah...”

[Why did I just make that sound...? His tongue is so hot... It’s right above my pussy... I can feel myself getting wetter...]

I stayed there, giving the spot another slow, thorough lick, then sealed my lips around the bite and sucked gently but firmly, letting more saliva drip down.

Some of it ran over her fingers — the same fingers that were still pressed tightly against her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal was now unmistakable; she was getting significantly wetter by the second. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs.

Maya’s breathing had turned shallow and uneven. Another involuntary moan escaped, higher and more breathless than the last.

”Nnnh... Dexter... it’s... sensitive...”

[My pussy is dripping... I can feel it running down onto my own hand... Why am I this wet just from his tongue on a bug bite...? I’ve never gotten this wet so fast... What’s wrong with me...?]

I finally pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, though a glossy sheen of saliva still connected my lower lip to the wet patch of short black hair for a brief second before it broke.

”I’m done with this one.”

Maya’s voice was small, shaky, and thick with leftover moans.

”Please... check my back too. I still feel like something might be there... I don’t know why, but I can’t shake the feeling...”

I chuckled quietly inside. I knew perfectly well there was nothing left on her — only the second bite I had ordered earlier — but there was no way I was going to waste the opportunity.

”Alright. Turn around for me.”

Maya turned slowly, still keeping one hand clamped between her legs. With the other she pointed to a small red mark on the upper curve of her left buttock. The movement made her heavy breasts sway, and a thin strand of her own wetness stretched briefly between her thighs before breaking.

”Here... I feel a rash there...”

I remained on my knees behind her. The position put me at perfect eye level with her full, round ass.

”First I should check if any insect is still crawling around.”

”Hmm...” she answered softly, the sound almost a whimper.

Her thoughts reached me in a heated, embarrassed rush.

[My pussy is so wet... it’s dripping onto my own hand... I can feel it sliding between my fingers... If he looks too closely, he’ll see how shiny my thighs are...]

[Why am I like this...? I’m supposed to only like women... so why does having Dexter this close to my ass and my pussy make me throb...?]

I placed both hands on her ass, feeling the soft, heavy weight of her cheeks. They were pressed tightly together, completely hiding her asshole from view.

I slowly spread them just enough to look for any remaining insect, my palms sinking into the warm, smooth flesh.

The second bite mark sat right on the upper curve of the left cheek, small and red. As I leaned closer, another soft, naughty moan slipped from Maya’s lips purely from the sensation of my hands spreading her open.

”Aah... nnnh...”

[He’s spreading me... he can probably see everything from behind... and I’m still dripping... I can feel it running down the inside of my thigh...]

I kept my hands firmly on her ass, thumbs brushing very close to the hidden cleft as I pretended to search every inch of skin around the second bite mark, while Maya continued to tremble and let out small, helpless sounds she couldn’t fully suppress.