Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 49

49: Ruth’s Squirting Pussy 49: Ruth’s Squirting Pussy With my Pervert Eyes still at full mast, I extended a finger and traced the soft dive of her navel-100 Points flashed.

But I didn’t stop there.

My hands moved up, grabbing at her tits, giving them a good squeeze before rolling the nipples between my fingers; pinching hard enough to cause her to gasp.

The points came rolling in: 200 each tit, 400 for each nipple.

Each touch was calculated, each response ammo to feed the game.

Ruth’s eyes suddenly snapped to her mother, her voice breaking with panic.

“Aaaaah-hmmm… Mom!

Something’s gonna-it’s coming out of my pussy-I think I’m gonna pee-I can’t hold back- Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Dexter- Aaaaaaaaaaah!” I yanked my cock out just in time-because I knew what was coming.

Ruth’s body shook uncontrollably, and she arched her back when the first squirt poured forth out of her in a stream of hot, sticky fluid.

It soaks me all the way through – chest, abs, and even face – before raining down on Kerry (sitting too close to escape it).

“Aaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaah!

Aaaaaaaaaah!

Aaaaaah!” Ruth’s cry was a ragged, pleading howl as her squirt spurted out thick and hard, her body racked with the power of her climax.

And then- She went limp.

Her body sank back onto the hard rock, chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths.

She’d fainted.

I stood there for a minute, still hard, Ruth’s squirt was all over me, and my breath ragged.

Kerry was soaking so much now, her leaf skirt sticking to her thighs as she finally slid a finger inside herself whilst looking at Ruth’s comatose form.

Ada was panicking in short, sharp gasps of breath and shivering in her fingers as she held the dead body of Ruth in her lap.

She had been thrown into the eddy of shock and desire by the sight of her daughter broken, dripping, and passed out as a result of pleasure.

“R-Ruth… oh gods, Ruth-!” She clutched at the shoulders of her daughter, and her voice was high-pitched, frantic, and her eyes were wild.

But then- Her skirt had ridden up.

And all was in exhibition.

Her pussy lips-thick, swollen, and glistening-were fully exposed, dripping with her own arousal.

The inner folds were parted, wet and flushed, the scent of her-musky, sweet, and intoxicating-filling the air between us.

A thin trail of her juices had already trickled down to the stone beneath her, proof of how badly she’d been aching for this.

And I couldn’t look away.

The cock ached, iron-hard, and a bead of pre-cum leaked out of the tip at the moment I watched Ada- so full open, so vulnerable, so fuck-wet.

The air was full of the musky smell of her arousal, and it was intoxicating, and my head was swirling with lust.

The lips of her pussy were swollen and shiny, the folds of her inner lips had separated open to an extent that was tempting me with the view of the readiness she was offering me.

Ada was still trembling, and her fingers shook as she finally saw my look.

“Dexter-what happened to her?!

She’s not-!” I swallowed hard, my voice rough with restrained hunger.

“She’s fine, Aunt…” My eyes flicked down again-just for a second, taking in the glistening wetness of her exposed pussy-before snapping back up.

“She just… came too hard… some women can’t handle it…” Kerry, still flustered by the passion of what she had just witnessed, was blinking in puzzlement.

“Came…?

What does that mean, Dexter?” Her gaze was going between the insensible figure of Ruth and me, her voice showing a touch of doubt and inquisitiveness.

I chuckled, a dark, knowing smirk playing on my lips.

They were exactly where I wanted them-confused, intrigued, and completely under my spell.

“Aunt… don’t tell me you guys have never come like that…” I feigned shock, my eyes widening just enough to sell the act.

Ada and Kerry looked at each other with an embarrassed but fascinated expression that was almost guilty.

Then they all shook their heads together, all with wide-open eyes of wonder and perplexity.

“No, Dexter…” Ada admitted, her voice trembling as her cheeks burned crimson.

“This is the first time we’ve ever seen something like this…” Her gaze flicked to the pool of fluid beneath Ruth, the glistening evidence of her daughter’s intense release still clinging to the stone, to our skin.

Her fingers twitched, she swallowed hard, and studied the mess,– her daughter’s squirt, thick and milky, and dripping in the stone, in my chest, and even in the hair of Kerry.

“Does this mean…” Kerry paused and looked at me in a rather narrowed eye, with a voice that was full of curiosity and suspicion.

“Is it a kind of trick that your grandfather taught you?” Her fingers were following some imaginary line in the air, imitating the manner in which I had touched Ruth and pinched her clit as well as enticed her into that mind-shattering orgasm.

“I saw you said that you were rubbing above the pussy of Ruth there, pinching her there…” I looked over at Kerry, a deep, calculating smile pulling at my mouth.

Now was the ideal moment to allow Kerry to talk and inquire to my advantage–to allow her to fill out the blank with the myth of what my grandfather taught her.

I nodded, and, making my voice low and serious, with a little mystery and authority to it.

“Aunt…” I started, and looked back and forward at the two of them, letting the weight of what I said rest on them.

“My grandfather taught me a lot of things, not only about healing, about the art of pleasure.” I hesitated, and my fingers were running an imaginary line in my own breast, as though I remembered the things I had never been actually taught.

Of course, to heal the body of a woman, one needs to know all parts of her first, in what part she feels ill, in what part she feels pain, and, of course, in what part she feels best.

I had a darkened complexion, my voice had gone down, to become more deep, personal.

Where she wants to be caressed.

The breath of Ada came in with a jerky catch, her lips parted, and her thoughts swam with the suggestions.

Kerry closed her fingers around the material of her skirt, and her voice was hardly more than a whisper.

“So, he taught you know how to make women feel like that?

” Her glance went over to the unconscious body of Ruth, and back upon me, with awe and hunger.

Nodding, and deepening my smirk, I moved nearer to Ada, and my hand brushed her arm, and she was teased by me with the slightest touch.

” He taught me that the body of a woman is sacred…

that there is pleasure and pain and both are two sides of the same coin…

that the greatest healing is knowing what she wants, like what she does not want…” Ada’s cheeks flushed deeper, her thighs pressing together as my words sank in.

“So…” she started, her voice trembling, “the way Ruth reacted… the way she peed herself… that was because of what you did to her?” I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice a dark, velvety murmur.

“It was because I knew exactly where to touch her… how to touch her…” My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, lingering at her wrist before sliding toward her hip.  I gasped in mock horror, clutching my chest.

“Aunt… don’t tell me you’ve never cum that hard before.” I shook my head, my voice thick with exaggerated disbelief.

“You mean you’ve never felt pleasure like that?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS PranjalSinghK If you’ve been enjoying the story so far, I would greatly appreciate it if you could take a moment to leave a review.

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