Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 44

44: Ruth’s Hut 44: Ruth’s Hut She didn’t just hand it to me; instead, she got all caught up in helping me tie it, her thumbs skating along my sides as if she wanted to recall how I felt when she touched me, and her hands kind of hanging on my hips longer than necessary.

“Here,” she mumbled, voice all gravelly and close, breath hot against my belly.

“Come on, Dexter.” Her fingers tightened slightly on the knot of the skirt, tugging me in so we ended up even closer.

For a split second, our bodies pretty much melted together.

“And don’t be nervous.” Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and heavy with something that wasn’t just concern.

“It is my duty…

to help you with your first night with Ruth.” My stomach twisted at her words.

Wait-what does she mean?

How is she going to help me with Ruth?

Before I could ask, Hina let out a low, knowing chuckle, her smirk deepening as she watched Kerry’s hands adjust the leaves around my hips.

“Maybe you don’t know…

but in our tribe, the day a man has a woman who follows him, it’s the man’s mother-or in your case, your aunt-who guides him properly,” she said, her voice brimming with laughter. Her mischievous eyes darted down to the noticeable bulge under my skirt. “So he won’t hurt the girl or waste his seed in a hurry.” My dick twitched uncontrollably just thinking about it, and the head was once again seeping.

Kerry’s fingers that were touching my side stopped, and her breath, which had come to her momentarily, then she made a strong effort to speak calmly.

She said, “Dexter, don’t be sad,” with a soft voice that was mixed with a darker, more intense tone.

“As your aunt, I will be the best guide for you.” When her thumb rolled over the fabric of the skirt right at the head of my cock where it was pushing out, I could not hold back a groan.

What she said made my cock grow even more painfully and bump against the very thin leaves of the skirt, thus sending a wave of fire through my cock.

I already began to picture it-Kerry’s hands on me, her voice guiding me as I buried my dick inside Ruth for the first time.

Would she touch me?

Would she show me how to please her?

Would she-?

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears, my cock aching with the need for release.

“Aunt-” I started, my voice rough.

“Shh.” Kerry pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes dark with promise.

“Let’s go, Dexter.

Ruth and Ada must be waiting for us.” Her hand slid down, her fingers brushing against the head of my cock one last time before she pulled away.

“And don’t worry…

I’ll make sure your first time is perfect.” As we walked through the village, the night air cool against my heated skin, Kerry’s words echoed in my mind, each one sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock.

The realization settled over me like a fever-hot, heavy, and intoxicating.

There was no ritual.

No marriage.

No vows exchanged under the watchful eyes of the tribe.

Just selection-raw, primal, and unapologetic.

One woman to bear children with.

A family to be made.

A body to be mine.

And Kerry, my aunt, would be there all along, her hands on my body, her voice a dark whisper in my ear, her support making sure that I didn’t forget.

Making sure that I didn’t fail.

The mere thought made blood surge to my penis, its head already slick with longing, the shaft throbbing painfully under the leaf skirt.

I could feel the wetness of my excitement, the way my body betrayed that I desired this so much – that I desired her so badly.

Oh, that thought came over me like a freight train – sudden, fiery, and totally unignorable.

Blood almost seemed to dance to my crotch.

I was already leaking, the ache behind this ridiculous leaf skirt a not-so-gentle reminder that my body is a traitor.

No hiding just how much I needed this, or needed her.

My own skin was slick; it felt like my need was practically steaming off me.

Then Kerry, out of nowhere, slices through my fantasy.

Her voice-soft as usual, but there’s an edge, something a little wild underneath.

“Dexter…

hey, don’t forget Aunt when you have your woman,” she says, and her fingers do this barely-there brush over mine.

If lightning could be gentle, that was it.

She adds, “Didn’t think this day would actually show up, you know.” I managed to turn towards her-think my voice surprised me with how gravelly it sounded.

“Aunt…

yeah.

I could never forget you.” She grabs my hand again, squeezes once, then lets go way too fast.

God, I actually shiver-the jolt goes straight to my dick, too, not even gonna lie about that.

She leans in a little and says, quiet enough that it’s almost a secret, “Don’t worry.

I’ll look after you…

and Ruth.” The way she says it?

There’s a whole storm behind those words.

Her words only stoked the fire burning inside me.

I wasn’t just excited.

I was starving-for Ruth, for Kerry, for the promise of what was to come.

As we approached Ruth and Ada’s hut, my heart hammered against my ribs, my cock throbbing with every step.

Kerry’s words had set my mind ablaze, each syllable a promise of what was to come.

Man, I could picture it plain as day-Ruth right there under me, her back arching, tiny gasps slipping out as I slid all the way in.

And Kerry?

Yeah, she’d be there too, hands roaming my shoulders, whispering little instructions like she was coaching me through stealing home base or something.

Felt like she wanted to make sure I really took Ruth, you know, like a man’s supposed to.

Then it hits me-Ruth’s hut, we literally just ate dinner there with everyone else, still smells like roasted meat and wood smoke.

It’s basically the tribe’s living room, if you wanna call it that.

The fire’s going strong between her place and the next, flames flicking up like they’re trying to impress someone, barely burning down the last hunks of meat.

The whole clearing’s got this golden vibe from the blaze, shadows moving everywhere.

Someone must’ve tossed on some fresh wood, too, ’cause those embers are stubborn-they’re not quitting before morning, that’s for sure.

“Dexter, don’t be anxious,” We paused just outside the hut, and Kerry whispered in a low, husky voice. I felt a chill go down my spine as her fingers touched my arm. “I’ll be there for you at every turn.” Her words were a dark caress, and her breath was warm against my ear.   I swallowed forcefully, my cock hurting from the need to let go, and my throat constricted with desire. I managed, my voice rough with need, “I trust you, Aunt.”  Kerry gave me this cunning little smile, her eyes glimmering with a variety of sinister intents. She whispered, “Good boy,” as her fingers moved over mine-a real tease.

She held on just a second too long, like she wanted to melt my bones right there, honestly.

Then she shot me this look, all heat and secrets, before nudging the ratty hut flap aside.

Light spilled out, ghosting over her as she disappeared inside.

And then she hit me with, “Now,”-her voice all sultry and low, basically a dare-“let’s go make Ruth yours.” I caught the rustle as Kerry slipped in first, and yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Those hips?

Hypnotic.

The way her ass moved under that skimpy leaf wrap was borderline criminal.

My cock, which had already started to wake up from the tension, damn near twitched to attention as I trailed after her, nerves buzzing, heart pounding out some idiot rhythm.

“Sister Ada…” Kerry called, her voice warm but carrying that edge of command she used when she wanted something.

And then she stepped into view.

Ada.

Fuck.

Her wrap was tied loosely, the fabric clinging to her heavy tits, the deep cleavage practically begging for my hands, my mouth.

The firelight made her skin glow, highlighting the way her hips still had that swing, that weight of a woman who knew what she was doing.

She wasn’t young like Ruth, but she was experienced.

And that made her dangerous.

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