Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 27

27: Aunt”™s Filthy Guidance 27: Aunt”™s Filthy Guidance “Dexter-!” She snapped my name, voice all tangled up between panic and something else-hell if I knew.

Her eyes dropped, wide and wild, right at the monster tenting that sorry excuse for a loincloth I’d rigged around my hips.

The air?

Heavy.

Sticky, almost.

Charged like a busted wire.

She spits out, low and fast, “Hurry up…” It sounded more like a plea than a threat.

“Kina is still waiting for us.” Yeah, yeah, I got the message.

I shot her a look, tried to play it cool, though my voice came out rough.

“Oh…” Innocent enough, but that ship had sailed.

Instead of fixing myself, I grab the edge of that hide and let it fall away.

Couldn’t help it.

My cock-thick, veiny, aching-just springs out, standing there, proud and leaking, twitching like it had a mind of its own.

Kerry’s eyes just about popped out of her head.

Mouth open, not even bothering to hide it.

She stared, caught somewhere between shock and, I don’t know, curiosity?

Her fingers fidgeted like she was debating whether to get involved or just bolt for the door.  “It’s… doing it again…” Her voice dropped, barely louder than a whisper, and she shot me this look that was equal parts worry and-let’s be honest-something else, something heavy simmering back there.  “Does it hurt?” she asked, voice wobbly, searching my face for what, permission?

Answers?

Who knows.

Then her hand reached out, rough skin against sensitive flesh, thumb tracing the vein like it held some secret.

“Want Auntie to, y’know, use her saliva again?” Her words tumbled out kind of hesitant-like she knew exactly what she was offering but still couldn’t believe she was saying it.

The air between us was thick-heavy with the scent of her, the memory of her pussy dripping, the sound of her piss hissing into the grass.

My cock throbbed, aching, desperate to be inside her, but I forced myself to wait.

There was Kina-waiting, unaware-and the other women, the ones I’d met before, all potential playthings in this primitive paradise.

I couldn’t give in yet.

So I swallowed the urge, my voice false with innocence, rough with restraint.

“No, Aunt…

it’s fine…” I shifted my weight, my cock pulsing in my grip, the veins throbbing, the tip dripping with pre-cum.

“It’s not hurting…

It just became like this…

maybe because it wants to pee…” Kerry nodded, her dark eyes dropping to my cock-thick, veiny, obscenely hard-before her fingers reached for it.

“Let me…

hold it for you,” she murmured, her voice soft, hesitant, but her touch was firm as her hand wrapped around the base.

The moment her skin made contact, I groaned, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, my cock pulsing in her grip.

And then- She stepped behind me.

She pressed herself right up against my back-lush, all curves and heat, tits squashed flat into me, nipples digging in so hard it was like they were begging for attention.

Honestly, she felt molten, radiating warmth through the flimsy scrap of skirt I was wearing.

Her breath?

It was like a summer storm, all humid and wild on the side of my neck-plus, she had my dick clenched tight in one hand, the other arm hauling me closer until we were locked together.

No space between us.

She let out this low hum-like a purr, really-right in my damn ear, and holy hell, that did things to my spine.

Her mouth grazed my ear just so, and I swear her voice came out dirtier and rougher than a whiskey hangover.

“Go on, Dexter… show me if you can piss.” My breath left me in this weird, shaky gasp, cock twitching under her grip.

And when it happened-it really happened.

The stream started, loud and hot, spattering into the grass where Kerry had literally gone not two heartbeats ago.

Jesus, that sound-it was straight-up filthy, like something you shouldn’t hear, ever.

It tangled up with the way my cock throbbed in her grip, her hand squeezing-just enough to keep things intense, not quite painful, just…

sharp.

When her thumb slid along that thick vein underneath, I almost lost it-felt every damn pulse.

Her tits mashed so close to my back, I could literally feel her heart going nuts, beating right through me.

“Yeah, that’s it…” she whispered, kinda raspy, like she was barely holding it together-voice all heavy, low, hungry as hell.

“Come on…

let it all out…” Her hand got even tighter, slow and rough and messy, squeezing everything out of me while her hips started grinding, moving against my ass, and that rhythm-yeah, that almost wrecked me.

My cock just twitched and gave in, all control gone.

God, her tits smashed up against my back, heat rolling off her breath all hot and prickly against the side of my neck-honestly, it just did something weird to my brain.

And her thighs?

Clamped tight on mine so I couldn’t even think about moving.

I could straight-up smell her, thick and sweet, still slick from earlier.

The whole thing-her arms around me, her hands down there, literally guiding me through this humiliating, filthy little moment-honestly made my head just swim.

By the time the stream kind of sputtered out-these pathetic little drips into the grass-Kerry finally broke the hush.

Her voice sounded soft, but she meant business.

“Dexter… you done?” I just bobbed my head, could feel my cock still jerking in her fist.

A couple of last drops stubbornly hanging on.

“Mm… yeah.

Thanks, Aunt…” She chuckled softly, her fingers lingering, stroking the length of me slowly, teasingly, before she finally released me.

But not before her thumb brushed over the head, smearing the last drops of piss and pre-cum together in a filthy, obscene gesture.

“Uhhh… what exactly are you doing thanking me for?” She sounded all playfully mocking, warm and sweet-though, yeah, her body was flat up against my back, her tits practically searing right through me, nipples stiff and pushing into my skin.

“C’mon, we’re family,” she murmured close, her lips kinda ghosting along my ear, voice low, almost wicked.

“That means we look out for each other…” Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate line down my arm, her nails scratching lightly against my skin, sending a shiver through me.

“And don’t forget…” Her voice was a purr, a filthy promise.

“I still need your help…” Her hand slid down, her palm pressing against my thigh, dangerously close to my cock.

“With my nipples…

and my leaking pussy…” My dick twitched like it had a mind of its own, practically begging to be inside her right this second.

I shoved it back under that sad excuse for a leaf skirt-yeah, the damn thing practically stuck to my skin.

Could still catch that mix of piss and heat hanging in the air between us.

And her pussy?

Fuck, picturing it swollen and slick made my brain just short-circuit.

Kerry sounded all chill, whatever, but those eyes?

Please.

Yeah, she knew exactly what was simmering.

No hiding it.

“Alright, let’s go…” she tossed out, practically dancing backwards, hips working overtime, that leather skirt barely hanging on to her curves.

Her thighs slid together, slow and deliberate-yeah, no way you miss that.

That heat between her legs?

Still there, loud as ever.

The way she walked-unselfconscious, confident-made my cock twitch with frustration.

She wasn’t hiding it.

She wasn’t ashamed.

She was just…

owning it.

Like this was normal.

Like peeing in front of me, like letting me watch her, like not washing her hands afterward-like none of it was wrong.

And fuck-that made it hotter.

Hot damn, the air wouldn’t let go-clinging to my skin, heavy as hell with her all over it.

That sharp, dirty tang: her, still slick between her thighs, and the piss steaming out around our ankles.

Honestly, it felt like the earth itself was sucking in every drop.

My dick was still twitching, not at all finished, heartbeat loud as a drum in my skull.

I trailed after Kerry, cutting through the tribe’s grass, still bent and dewy from what we’d done.

Everything around us reeked of it-our mess, her heat, the secret stink sticking to us like another layer of sweat.

Can’t just walk that off.

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