Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Hina pressed closer, her body trembling, her voice dropping to a desperate plea. "Dexter… is there any herb that can cure him? Any treatment? Any way to fix this?" She moved her fingers, grabbing me tightly.

"I can't ask healers from other tribes. If I explain to them what's wrong, they'll laugh at Ryan. They'll spread the word, and then what? He's the village chief."

"If the others find out his cock doesn't work, they'll never respect him again. They'll call him weak. They'll take his title away. I feel so.. lost.. don't know what to do." Her voice broke, her body shaking against mine.

I looked at her. Fuck. The realization hit me like a wave: this woman was still a virgin. A Virgin Milf. My cock jerked hard... as if wanting to just pounce on her, and take her virgin pussy, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral.

"Aunt Hina," I gulped, swallowing my saliva, my voice careful. "I... I don't know how to treat men's diseases."

I saw her face show disappointment, her shoulders slumping as the weight of my words was crushing her. "Then what am I supposed to do?" Her voice became shaky.

"Am I really cursed? Did the ancestors' spirits decide that I don't deserve to be a mother?" She suddenly looked at me with hope, "Dexter, please. You have to help your aunt get pregnant. You're the only one who can."

I exhaled slowly, my mind racing. "Aunt Hina, I—"

"No!" She cut me off, her voice rising, "Don't say you can't. Don't say there's nothing you can do. You're smart, Dexter. You know things. You have to know something." Her voice cracked, her desperation pouring out of her. "I'll do anything. Anything. Just… just help me."

Hina's breath is coming in ragged gasps. "I've prayed to the spirits. I've tried every remedy the other women suggested. Nothing works. I'm begging you, Dexter. If there's any way—any herb, any ritual, anything—you have to try."

Hina's voice was a whisper now, her body trembling against mine. "I just want to feel a child growing inside me. I want to hold my baby in my arms. I want to be a mother before it's too late."

Hina's body was hot to touch, and her breath was irregular and shallow, her breath brushing my skin like a promise. My cock was already stiff and aching with the lust that had been increasing all this time since she had drawn me into this cave.

There was a scent of dried herbs and something far more intoxicating to her. Her shaking body pushed and pressed against mine, her black eyes looking deep into my soul, filled with a desperation and something more, something hungrier, which gave me a feeling of violence.

"Aunt Hina…" My voice was hoarse, gravelly, the words stuck to my throat as my head swam with pictures I was not supposed to be thinking of. Fuck.

The manner in which her fingers were gripping my dress, the manner in which her lips were parting only a bit as she waited to hear my response--it was all too much. "I do not know how to cure Elder Ryan. But—"

She pulled me closer, her knuckles growing pale as she caught me by the rough material of my skirt. It was a broken whisper and full of shame and something worse--something that raised my pulse a notch higher.

"Dexter..." Her voice was breaking, and her dark eyes flew off a moment and then locked onto mine, raw and desperate. "I know..." She swallowed and grasped it tighter, as though I were going to yank it away. "So... There is one more request I would ask you. Please don't be angry."

I kept my voice steady, though my mind was already racing with possibilities—filthy, possessive thoughts I shouldn't be entertaining. "What is it, Aunt? I won't be angry."

Hina's breath hitched, her fingers trembling against me. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice thick with frustration and something else—something that made my cock twitch.

"No man would want to put his cock inside a dirty, used-up woman like me. But I don't have a choice." Her voice broke, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Ryan's cock is useless." Her grip on my skirt tightened, her knuckles pressing into the fabric. "He can't even get hard."

Her hand slid up my chest, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. "But you…" Her voice dropped to a whisper, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my cock twitch.

"Your seed is strong, Dexter. After those herbs from your grandfather, it's potent." Her fingers tightened, her voice thick with something between envy and need.

"Why don't you just…" Her voice cracked, and a sob tore through her throat. "Why don't you just put your seed into me? Just this once."

She moved her hands on my skirt, before I knew what was going on, and in a single desperate gesture, she tore it off. I felt the coolness of the cave air on my skin, yet that was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as she narrowed in on my aching and swollen cock.

Fuck, I said, and pictures came to my head. Hina was on her knees before me with her lips around my head, tongue swirling on my cock, then thrusting her back, and filling her perfect, untouched pussy. With that thought alone, my cock twitched and my balls throbbed to fill her.

"It must hurt, doesn't it?" Sympathy and hunger combined with the feeling, she said. Her fingers were attempting to embrace my cock, and her fingers were a shock of enjoyment along me.

She was touching my cock, and that thumb circling slowly on the wet end, going round and round, caressing the pre-cum, like a woman trying to see how far she could go.

"Being hard for a whole night, building to a release..." The way she whispered sounded like a mix of concern and excitement as she breathed hotly on my skin.

"Just put it in my pussy, Dexter, and calm it down."

I felt her thumb press into the slit, which gave me such a shock of delight that her words, "I won't tell," and her smile, "I promise," seemed to echo through my body.

The fingers of her other hand traced the back of my neck, and the nails lightly touched the skin, burning like a flash of fire across it like fireworks.

She thrust her body against mine, her voice husky with rage and lacking hope, "And if I get pregnant with your seed..." But then she gave a bitter, knowing smile, her dark eyes dancing with mine in that instant which made my heart thunder.