Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 556: Snow-White Cave MILF

I yanked my cock out of Angela’s throat and started stroking it furiously, aiming at their upturned, slutty faces.

Both sisters stuck their tongues out like well-trained whores, eyes locked on my pulsing cock, moaning and begging.

”Cum on us—!” Diana begged hoarsely. ”Paint your dirty aunts’ faces!”

”Cover us like the cum dumpsters we are—!” Angela whined, rubbing her clit faster. ”Shoot it all over me!”

With a deep, animalistic roar, I erupted.

The first powerful rope blasted straight across Diana’s face, splattering her left eye and forehead. The second thick jet hit Angela right between the eyes, dripping down her nose. I kept pumping my cock, groaning loudly as I unleashed rope after heavy rope of hot, sticky semen all over them.

I painted their faces completely — covering their cheeks, lips, chins, and eyelids in thick white layers. Long strands of cum landed in their hair, making their messy strands stick together. Cum dripped from their eyelashes, ran down their necks, and splattered onto their heaving tits.

”Fuuuuck—! Take it all, you filthy cock whores!” I growled, milking every last drop onto their tongues and faces.

Both sisters moaned like bitches in heat as they were glazed, eagerly licking and swallowing what landed on their tongues.

”Shit... there’s so much...” Diana sighed, her face absolutely covered, one eye completely sealed shut with my cum. ”You turned us into cum-covered sluts again...”

Angela laughed breathlessly, scooping a thick glob of semen from her cheek and sucking it off her fingers with a lewd slurp. ”Mmm... our nephew’s load is so thick and hot. We look like cheap pornstars who just got bukkake’d.”

They both sighed deeply, their cum-glazed faces shining obscenely under the bathroom lights, looking more erotic and vulgar than ever.

Finally, they pushed me toward the door with weak but playful hands.

”Out... get the fuck out, you pervert,” Diana groaned, still licking cum from her lips. ”If you stay here, we’ll be sucking your cock all day instead of bathing.”

Angela gave my ass a slap. ”Go. We’re already limping, and now we’re covered in your cum again. Let us clean up... at least a little bit, you insatiable beast.”

Finally, they pushed me out, locking the door behind me. I chuckled, dressed, and stepped outside—only to find the world transformed.

The snowfall was heavy now, thick flakes drifting down like feathers, blanketing the ground in a pristine white layer. The air was crisp, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of my boots in the snow.

I smiled, breathing deeply, the cold sharpening my senses. Then, I remembered my Magical Tool.

With a thought, my body shifted, wings and thrusters erupting from my back. The jetpack hummed to life, and I soared into the sky, the wind rushing past me as I flew higher, the snow-covered landscape stretching out beneath me like a white ocean.

For a while, I enjoyed the peace, the freedom, the beauty of the snowfall. But then, my sharp eyes caught movement below—a group of people running toward a dark spot in the snow. A cave.

I dipped lower, following their path, my jetpack roaring as I neared. There were four figures, their footprints disappearing into the cave’s mouth.

And then I saw her.

The last to enter, her figure silhouetted against the dim cave interior. She was tall, curvy, her body wrapped in animal skins that clung to her voluptuous frame.

But it was her skin that stopped my breath—snow-white, flawless, like porcelain glowing in the faint light. And her face—striking, exotic, with high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that burned with a wild, untamed fire.

But it was her body that made my cock twitch.

Her tits were massive—heavy, round, and full, bouncing slightly with each step, the animal skins barely containing them.

The fur draped over her shoulders, swaying with each step, but it didn’t hide the swell of her cleavage—the deep, shadowed valley between her breasts peeking out with every movement, the firelight catching the creamy white of her skin, making it glow like moonlit marble.

The fabric of the animal hide was rough, but it clung to her curves, outlining the lush, heavy sway of her hips as she walked. And her ass—big, round, and jiggling with each step, the skin stretching over her curves like a second skin, the fur barely containing the bounce of her flesh.

I watched, mesmerized, as she disappeared into the darkness of the cave, the dry grass at the entrance rustling as someone inside pulled it aside to let her in. My mind raced with images of her body—her tits, her ass, the way her skin shimmered in the faint light. The thought of her hairy pussy, glistening and untamed, made my cock twitch with need.

I landed nearby, my jetpack’s thrusters dying down as I touched the cold ground. The snow crunched beneath my boots, the wind howling around me, but I barely felt it.

My body was too strong for the cold now—hardened by my abilities. I didn’t need the jetpack, the clothes, the protection. But I needed to blend in.

I put away the Magical Tool, letting it dissolve into the system space. Then, I stripped my clothes, my boots, everything—until I was naked, the cold air kissing my skin but not biting. My body was unchanged by the elements, my muscles flexing as I shivered—not from the cold, but from the anticipation of seeing her again.

I bought an animal skin coat from the Supermarket Store of the system. With a few quick movements, wrapping the coat around my shoulders like a cloak, the rough fur brushing against my skin.

I tied it at my waist, letting the rest hang loosely over my body, my cock still visible beneath the fur—hard and ready, throbbing at the thought of her.

I ran toward the cave, my bare feet silent on the snow, my breath steady despite the exertion. As I neared, I yelled, my voice echoing off the rocky walls:

”Is anyone there?”

For a long moment, there was silence. Then, the grass at the entrance rustled, and a head peeked out—a man, his face weathered, his eyes sharp and wary. His hair was long, tied back in a loose knot, and his beard was thick, frosted with snow.

He scanned me, his gaze lingering on my bare chest, my fur cloak, my footprints on the snow.