Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I watched the fall of the expression on Ruth's face when she heard about her father, a darkness of sorrow overspreading her features. And I wanted to say something--to comfort her--but I hadn't time, and Ada went on, as gently but emphatically as before.

"Ruth, your father's spirit must be very happy now," she said, pulling Ruth into a soft embrace. "Because you've found a man... who loves and dotes on you."

Ruth nodded and hugged Ada to her even more tightly, burying her face in her shoulder, and her body shook a little. "Mother..." said she, mumbling, yet laden with feeling.

Then suddenly she drew in, her black eyes big and bright with the unshed tears. "Mother, last night... what was it... I recall I began-- "Her breath was hard, And flushed her cheeks in crimson as she fought to speak.

"Oh, my ancestors... I... I peed on Dexter..." She lost her voice, her hands wove together in her lap, and her whole body was bracing itself to a repulsion. "I'm so sorry, Dexter. I do not know, what happened to me... I just... I lost control..." A drop of tears would run on her cheek, and her lower lip shook. "Please don't be angry... I didn't mean to—"

I didn't let her finish. I withdrew her in my arms in a single movement, my hand behind her head where I drew her against my chest. "Why would I be angry?" I grunted, and I had a gravelly and yet kind voice.

"And I'm not angry, Ruth. Not even close." I tilted her face upwards compelling her to look at me. The fear in her eyes gutted me. I liked it, I said, and wiped her tears away with my thumb. "More than liked it, actually."

In her tears-filled eyes Ruth searched mine, stuttering in her breath as though she could not quite believe me. "Really?" she said, in a very low tone.

I nodded, and my hold on her was tightening a little. It is squirting, I said, and my voice went down to a lower, darker pitch of intimacy. "When a woman is so overcome with pleasure, when she is too happy, too satisfied, then she leaks like that. It's not piss, Ruth. It's something else entirely. I call it Squirting." I followed up the curve of her cheek with my fingers and my voice still dropped. It is evidence of my goodness of feeling you.

She took a gasp and then her face flushed as she digested what I said. "Did you like it when you squirted?" I questioned, in a low rumbling voice, my other hand slipping down to make a possessive touch on her waist.

Ruth nodded slowly, her gaze flickering away before returning to mine, shame and arousal warring in her expression. "Yeah..." she admitted, her voice trembling.

"I felt... this strange, deep itch inside my pussy. Like something I needed to scratch, but only your hard cock could reach it." She bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my loincloth.

"And then... it just happened. I thought I was peeing, but it felt... different. Like my whole body was letting go. And after... I felt so good, so light... like I could float away. Then I just... fell asleep." Ada suddenly let out a soft, knowing chuckle, shaking her head as she reached out to squeeze Ruth's hand.

"Ruth, you silly girl," she said, though her voice was warm with affection. "You can't just let go like that without letting Dexter drop his seed inside you first." Her tone turned playful yet firm, the way a mother scolds a child she adores.

" If you want to get pregnant. You need that seed planted deep if you're going to give me a grandson one day."

Ruth's eyes darted to me, then down to my cock, her expression turning serious. "Last night... I did," she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. Kerry, who had been listening with a small, amused smile, finally spoke up.

"No, little one," she said, her tone gentle but unyielding. "When you squirted, the force of it pushed Dexter's cock right out of you. He didn't get to release his seed inside you at all." Ruth's face fell, her shoulders slumping as guilt crashed over her.

"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling with remorse. "I'm so sorry. I failed you. I didn't fulfill my duty as your woman..." She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, her hands clutching at my arms like she was afraid I'd pull away. I cupped her face in both hands, my thumbs brushing her cheeks as I forced her to meet my gaze. "You didn't fail me, Ruth," I said, my voice firm.

"And you're not just my woman because you can take my seed. You're mine because I chose you." I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her lips. "But if you're offering to let me try again... who am I to refuse?"

Ruth's expression shifted, her spine straightening as determination flickered in her eyes. "I will take your seed," she vowed, her voice suddenly serious, almost fierce. "And I'll give birth to a strong son for you. I promise."

I was unable to resist taunting her, and a smile on my lips. "I want a dozen."

The eyes of Ruth were opened in disbelief, her mouth opened a little. "A dozen?!" she repeated, and her voice was squeaking with disbelief.

Ada and Kerry started laughing, Ada holding her stomach, wiping tears of amusement off. Oh, Dexter, you'll have to work very hard to get that many, you see, said Ada, who was giggling.

Kerry grinned and her hand was on the shoulder of Ruth as she shook her head. I believe Ruth will grow up in several years before she is ready to have twelve of your children, Dexter.

Ruth, who was still working the point, glared up at me with awe and horror. "D-dozen..." she hesitated, and then a smile overspread her face and her lips turned down into a timid smile. "I'll try my best."

Ada then rose, and reached her arms up over her head, and then pulled at the leaf skirt, tying it round her waist, and stuck new leaves over her nipples. Then enough, I see, on grandchildren, and dozens of babies, she thought, but her eyes were glittering with pleasure. "We need to bathe. Much too early the river will be silent.

Kerry did the same, stood up and smoothed her leaf skirt. Ruth tried to get up too, but she cringed pushing herself to her legs, her thighs shivering a little.

The steps of Kerry and Ada were less prudent, but more nimble than normal, and there was some slight stiffness in their movements, which was a seep of pain between their legs.

I also wore my leaf skirt, and then I reached out, my hand settling on Ruth's back, my fingers brushing against the curve of her asscheeks. A notification flashed in my vision—100 points—as Ada's eyes flicked to my hand, her lips quirking in amusement. I shifted my touch slightly, my fingers grazing the other cheek, earning another 100 points.