Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 78: Dexter... Your Cock—!

It was like the pulse got my heart racing, warmth bursting in my chest when I had to look away lest I get caught staring. But not until my eyes had fallen, adhering to the contour of her stomach until they reached the coarse thick thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding her mound.

It was wild and untamed and the extreme opposite of the slickness of her thighs. No haircuts, no styling-- she is as she is, bare and pure, as nature made her.

And I gulped, and my throat was all parched.

Ruth on the other hand was bent, with legs drawn close together, her own body branded by what last night had done to it--her pussy swollen and tender.

The silence was broken by a sharp inhale of Kina. Her gaze fixed on the bloated pussy of Ruth and she stood motionless awhile. Then the silence was interrupted by her voice, which was filled with a tone of amazement and black humor. Ruth-- she thought, coming nearer. You remind me I think you are some kind of a war animal.

Ruth smiled a little too, although she did not turn her head. Rather, she straightened her head a bit, and her voice shook steadily. ”Kina... was it like this for you?” asked she, as at last her fingers curled up, and she covered herself. ”When you were with Tusk?”

Kina smiled and her eyes quickly dared to look aside, then she replied. She wanted to put her hand on Ruth, but it lacked confidence, and the hand seemed to be about to touch her shoulder, and then she felt herself not knowing whether to touch her. ”Not this bad”, she said and her voice fell into the realm of something naked, something natural.

”But yeah, it hurt. Like hell.” She sighed, and looked away at me, but for a moment--just a moment--sufficient to show she was restraining herself. ”First time’s always rough. But you survived it. That’s what matters.”

With a trembling laugh Ruth gave a slight sigh, her shoulders at last loosening a little as she leant in to the side of Kina. ”It aches,” said she, her voice little higher than a whisper, as though she were telling a secret. ”Like... like he’s still inside me.”

Kina gave a deep knowing chuckle, and shook her head, as she started to bathe, her hands gliding over her flesh with a certain familiarity. You did take all of him, she teased, and was warm in her voice but judgmentless. ”No wonder you walk like you have been riding a horse a few days.”

Ruth flushed, but made no argument. Rather, she allowed Kina to lead her into the water and both of them proceeded with the silent kind of familiarity of sisters who had shared everything.

I moved nearer and the tender ground yielded to my heels as I looked at them. The very manner in which the water went drifting over them, the manner in which the breath Ruth had to force as the cold stream ran over her bruised flesh--they could not look away. ”Need help?” I requested, and low was my voice, and my hand was already reaching out to Ruth.

She glanced upward at me and her black eyes opened with relief, as though she had been expecting me to say it. ”Yes, please,” she said, trembling a little enough to give the lie to the pain which she was so hard striving to conceal.

I took off my leaf skirt with haste and lay it on the ground alongside theirs. My skin was touched by the morning air but I hardly paid attention.

All attention was upon Ruth as I strolled into the water, right next to her, and the coolness of the stream contrasted with the warmness of her body. I made a movement of drawing her to me by my arm around her waist, and could feel the manner in which the tension melted out of her almost immediately.

Just relax, I said to myself and my voice was a consistent note in the silence of the morning. ”The water will help.”

Ruth bent into me, still in short sharp gasps, the water washing about her thighs. But then I saw Kina looking at me, not me really... but her eyes were locked on my cock.

”Oh my God!!!” Kina exclaimed, her eyes widening as she stared. ”Dexter... your cock—it’s a bit different! The skin is gone!”

Ruth, already familiar with the changes in my body, didn’t hesitate. She turned to Kina and confessed the truth about the herbs I’d claimed were from my grandfather.

”It’s the herbs his grandfather gave him,” she explained, her voice soft yet steady. ”They make his cock stronger... and they help bring strong children into the world.”

Kina’s shock was palpable, her mouth slightly open as she processed this. But then, she just nodded, her expression shifting from surprise to something almost respectful. ”Huh,” she muttered, her gaze lingering for just a second longer before she turned away, giving us space.

I reached closer to Ruth, my hands moving over her body with deliberate care. I hugged her from behind, my fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, washing her tits and nipples with slow, gentle strokes.

She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further into mine as I lifted her arms one by one, letting the water run over her armpits, earning me 50 points for each touch. Ada wasn’t nearby, so no double points this time, but my total Pervert Points still climbed to 9968.

Then, unable to resist, I brushed my fingers against Ruth’s lips, earning another 100 points. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before she looked up at me, her gaze filled with trust and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten.

”Ruth,” I murmured, my voice low and deliberate, ”why don’t you sit on that stone over there?” I nodded toward a smooth, flat rock near the water’s edge. ”Let me see your pussy. Aunt Hina just asked me to get some herbs from her house to cure your swelling. I need to take a closer look at it... and we should wash it properly.”

Ruth didn’t question me. She simply nodded, her trust in me absolute as she moved to the stone and sat down, spreading her legs just enough to give me access. Kina watched, her curiosity piqued, but she didn’t interfere.

I knelt in front of Ruth, my hands gentle as I poured water over her swollen pussy, my fingers carefully spreading her lips to cleanse the tender flesh. She gasped as the cool water touched her, her body tensing for just a second before she melted into the sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips.

”Does it hurt?” I asked, my voice rough with concern.