Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 46

46: Ruth’s Virgin Pussy 46: Ruth’s Virgin Pussy “They do not want any other women there when he is with somebody young… and pure,” Kerry whispered softly, almost as a caress, as she leaned in.

” Only His mother will be the one there to help him, no one else.

Her – and just her, for the sake of caring for her son … and his woman.

To ensure that everything is just right for that special night.” “Because they won’t feel repulsed by their mother, no matter what she does.

That’s why it’s her duty-to guide him, to prepare him for what’s to come.” She moved back a step, eyes meeting mine.

They were serious, and also seemed curious as if waiting to see what I would do, but there was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on-something that made my pulse jump.

“I’ve also heard young men don’t get their cock hard except for their own woman… not when they’re near dirty women like us who are not pure anymore,” Kerry said this, and I realise what she was thinking, but that was not my problem, and Kerry knows that as she has personally felt my hard cock.

I gazed at her, my thoughts swirling.

Is that really what they believe?

That Ada and Kerry were dirty and tainted?

That her existence would ruin everything?

The thought ignited my fury.

Because I didn’t give a damn about being clean, I didn’t care about them being virgins.. I want to fuck their pussies and asshole, what their virginity has to do with me.  I craved Ada’s touch as much as I craved Ruth’s.

I longed to listen to the sounds she would make once she stopped feigning that she was merely an observer.

I was lost in my thoughts, looking at worried Ada just standing there.

I couldn’t help but want to jump on her plump body.

The rules they followed didn’t apply to me.

And if that made me different?

Then I’d wear it like a second skin.

I let my gaze drift to Ada, her presence a quiet storm in the corner of the room.

There was no hesitation in my voice, no room for doubt.

“Aunt Ada,” I began, my words slow and weighty.

My fingers tapped at my side, and I remembered what it felt like to move my other hand over Kerry’s body before-how she’d caught her breath when I got near.

“You can stay as well.

So Sister Ruth doesn’t feel …” I let my voice trail off, a little smile dancing on my lips, “… alone?” Her laugh was a full voice, a melodious sound that seemed to push her body toward mine as if some invisible current.

She was aware.

Naturally, she was aware.

She’d spent the entire night feeling the proof of my desire pressing against her, hard and relentless, no matter who was in the room or what sins they carried.

Her fingers slid up my arm, possessive and slow, as she turned her attention to Ada.

“Sister Ada,” she breathed, her voice laced with suggestion, “My Dexter… he isn’t like them other men.

He’s a healer.” It lingered with her touch, her nails barely even grazing my skin, but I’d suddenly gone breathless.

Ada’s gaze went from Kerry to me back again, her face unreadable for what felt like hours.

There was a tension in her shoulders, an uncertainty that wasn’t quite resistance.

A charge coursed through the air that felt perilously like surrender.

Finally, she exhaled a slow breath of her own and afforded me one brisk nod.

“If that’s what you choose…” Her voice was somehow softer now, barely a whisper, and yet her eyes were warmer; not like she’d warmed up in the meantime, because she hadn’t.

Ruth’s voice cut the dense quiet, knifelike and taunting.

“You’re still calling me sister?” She leaned in, her body pressing against mine as she turned her head, and her eyes met mine with a fire that sent my pulse racing.

There was nothing innocent in her eyes, no hiding.

Just raw, unfiltered desire.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air between us, charged with electricity so hot that it defied all reason and made each breath feel as though a spark would combust.

I didn’t waste words on Ruth.

Instead, I reduced it until she was only inches away, in two long strides that were predatory as all hell, and I was gripping the soft dip of her waist to draw her into me.

A gush of heat ran through us both, the instant our bodies met.

Her breath caught, her fingers digging into my shoulders as my mouth hovered just over hers, close enough to catch the sweetness of her exhale.

“Ruth,” I growled, and her name was a vow and threat and promise of what would occur.

Kerry’s voice cut through the awkward, smooth, and steady.

“Darling Ruth, let me help you out.” Ruth’s eyes pooled with a combination of nervous anticipation and naivety, but she nodded, and her lips opened slightly as Kerry’s fingers made their teasing, slow way down.

Kerry began with the leaves covering Ruth’s nipples, plucking them off one by one.

The cold air struck Ruth’s bare skin, and her nipples tightened immediately-small, perfect points, a deep and beckoning pink.

They stood at conspicuous attention, the areolas wrinkled and sensitive.

Ruth whimpered a small, needy noise; one arching her back as if offering herself up for more.

My cock throbbed painfully in response, straining against my skirt as I watched Kerry’s hands slide lower.

With agonizing slowness, she dragged Ruth’s skirt down her thighs, the leaves’ skirt pooling at her feet.

Ruth was naked in front of us, and I mean all totally naked, with a body that stirred up expensive works of art, curves as soft as cream.

My eyes roved down her, taking in every detail ““ the soft curve of her hips, the slight quake in her thighs, and how her breath hitched in short, panting desperation.

But it was the view below her legs that had my pulse thrumming in my ears.

Pussy: A white thatch of soft curls, silken and fine, covered her pussy.

The lips covered and closed, shining a little with desire, the delicate pink protruding like a secret ready to be exposed.

I could smell her-musky, sweet, and heady-the scent filled my nose, and I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from groaning out loud.

Kerry placed Ruth upon the stone bed; she immediately spread herself on the cold surface.

Against the hard stone, her warm, flushed skin was even more tempting, more…edible.

Ruth’s legs moved apart, revealing her wet pussy with huge pubic hairs, which were also white, and they were damp.

My cock throbbed, wanting to feel Ruth’s warm and tight pussy around my cock.

As Kerry moved closer to me, her voice became almost whispery.

“Dexter, it’s your turn,” she said.

Without thinking, I made no move to stop Kerry’s fingers from unfastening my skirt, the skirt dropping to show off my already thick and throbbing cock in the open air.

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