Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 481: The Panty in Nathalie’s Ass

I dragged Jennifer behind me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at my arm like she was afraid I’d slip away.

The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, the musky, intoxicating perfume of her need clinging to her skin, her dress still hiked up around her waist, her pussy glistening and swollen from her own desperate touch.

She was dripping—for me, for the thought of what was coming, for the filthy promise of what I’d do to her.

The door to Nathalie’s room was cracked open—just a sliver, but enough to see the flicker of movement inside, the soft, rhythmic sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh, the whimpers of a woman lost in her own lust.

I didn’t knock.

I shoved the door open with a sharp, decisive push, the hinges groaning as it swung wide.

And there she was.

Nathalie—sprawled across her bed like a wanton offering, her legs spread obscenely wide, her fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her dripping pussy. Her nightgown was rumpled, the thin fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, her other hand pinching and twisting her nipple hard enough to leave marks.

Her eyes snapped to us, wide with shock, but she didn’t stop. Oh no—her fingers picked up speed, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, her thighs trembling as she fucked herself harder, deeper, like she was daring us to watch.

”Well, well, well,” I drawled, my voice dripping with dark amusement, my gaze raking over the scene before me. ”Look at both of you.”

Jennifer bit her lip, her body arching slightly, her eyes darkening with lust as she took in the sight of Nathalie—spread open, unashamed, her pussy glistening, her juices dripping down her thighs.

Nathalie’s nightgown was hiked up around her hips, her ass slightly lifted off the bed, and—fuck—there it was. There was a glimpse of something dark and forbidden peeking out from between her cheeks.

A stuffed panty.

Still wedged in her asshole from earlier.

A low, approving growl rumbled in my chest.

”You’re getting more and more shameless,” I murmured, my voice thick with dark promise as I stepped further into the room, my presence filling the space, dominating it.

My gaze flicked between them—Jennifer, flushed and breathless, her dress disheveled, her pussy still aching from her own touch; Nathalie, spread and wanton, her fingers fucking herself desperately, her nightgown a mess around her, her asshole stuffed with the filthy reminder of what we’d done before.

Jennifer stepped closer, her voice a husky murmur. ”We can’t help it,” she confessed, her eyes locked on me, her body humming with need. ”Not when you’re so good at what you do.”

Nathalie moaned, her back arching as her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling beneath her. ”P-Punish us,” she whimpered, her voice broken, her eyes pleading as they locked onto me. ”Please... we need it.”

I grinned, my cock stirring to life at the desperation in their voices, at the sight of them—both of them—so ready, so willing, so fucking shameless.

”Oh, you will be punished,” I promised, my voice a dark growl, my gaze flicking between them like a predator sizing up his prey.

”Jennifer,” I said, my voice a low, amused drawl as I tossed the soaked panties onto the bed beside Nathalie, ”why don’t you help Nathalie remove that thing from her asshole?”

Jennifer’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as she stepped forward, her fingers already reaching for the fabric peeking out from between Nathalie’s cheeks. Nathalie whimpered, her face flaming with embarrassment, but she didn’t stop Jennifer—she just bit her lip, her body tensing as Jennifer’s fingers brushed against her asshole, gripping the stuffed panty.

”Mmm, looks like someone’s been naughty,” Jennifer teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she tugged the fabric free with a slow, deliberate pull.

The panty slid out with a wet pop, glistening with Nathalie’s juices—and my dried cum, the mark of what we’d done earlier still clinging to the fabric. Jennifer held it up between us, her eyebrows raising as she examined it.

”Sister Nathalie,” she chuckled, her tone mocking but affectionate, ”did you really think I didn’t notice this before?” She glanced at the clothes scattered on the floor—Jack’s shirt, Nathalie’s dress, the evidence of their hurried, desperate fuck.

”His clothes were on the floor... along with yours.” Her fingers traced the dried cum on the panty, her smirk deepening. ”I guess he must’ve been doing it hard behind the door while you were talking to me, huh?”

Nathalie’s face burned crimson, her hands flying up to cover her flushed cheeks. ”I—I—!” she stammered, her voice high-pitched with embarrassment, her body squirming under our gazes.

Jennifer laughed, the sound rich and knowing, as she tossed the panties back onto the bed. ”Oh, don’t be shy, darling,” she purred, her hand sliding up to cup Nathalie’s chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. ”We’re all perverts here.”

I chuckled, my cock stirring at the sight—Nathalie, flustered and exposed; Jennifer, bold and unashamed, her fingers still glistening from touching Nathalie’s ass.

”Seems like someone couldn’t wait to get fucked again,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to trace the curve of Nathalie’s hip. ”Did you like having his cock in your ass while you talked to Jennifer?”

Nathalie whimpered, her body trembling under my touch, her eyes darting between us. ”I—I couldn’t help it—!” she confessed, her voice breathy and broken. ”He was so rough—! And I knew you were right there—!”

Jennifer grinned, her fingers sliding down to tease Nathalie’s pussy, making her gasp. ”So you got fucked while pretending to have a nice little chat with me?” she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. ”You dirty girl.”

Nathalie moaned, her hips rocking into Jennifer’s touch, her body betraying her shame. ”Y-Yes—!” she sobbed, her face burning. ”I couldn’t stop—!”

I growled, my cock throbbing at the admission, at the sight of them—both of them, so fucking shameless, so ready to be used. ”Good,” I snarled, my voice dark with promise. ”Because you’re both going to pay for it.”

Jennifer licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with lust. ”How?” she whispered, her fingers still playing with Nathalie’s pussy, making her whimper.