Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 379: Anya’s Horniness Breaks the White Coat

Anya’s composure shattered like glass under a hammer. She stood there for one last trembling second—glasses askew, blouse hanging open, hand still buried between her thighs—then let out a broken, "Shit... that’s why... I didn’t want any male patients... I knew this would happen..." The words came out half sob, half confession, her voice cracking on the last syllable as the last thread of her professionalism snapped.

She didn’t walk so much as stumble forward, shedding clothes like they burned her skin. The white coat hit the floor first in a crumpled heap.

Then the blouse—buttons popping free as she yanked it over her head. Her bra followed, black lace flung aside without ceremony, revealing small, firm breasts capped with dark, painfully erect nipples that jutted forward like they were begging for attention.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her scrubs and shoved them down in one rough motion, kicking them off along with her sensible flats. No panties underneath—just smooth, pale skin and a completely clean-shaven pussy, lips already swollen and glistening, a thin trail of arousal shining on her inner thigh from how furiously she’d been fingering herself.

Naked now, completely bare except for those crooked glasses, she crossed the room on unsteady legs, hips swaying, breasts bouncing slightly with each step. Her eyes were locked on the obscene sight of my cock disappearing again and again into Nathalie’s dripping cunt—still pumping steadily, still thick and veined, still coated in a creamy sheen of mixed fluids.

Nathalie was too far gone to protest. She kept grinding down in slow, filthy circles, moaning softly into my neck. "Mmm... keep filling me, baby... ahh, your cum’s so deep... leaking out around your cock... god, I love feeling full..." Her pussy clenched visibly around me with every word, milking the last pulses of my release while fresh dribbles of our combined mess oozed out and trickled down my balls.

Anya reached us in three more steps. Without a word—without even asking—she dropped to her knees right between my spread legs and Nathalie’s. Her hands came up immediately, trembling but determined.

One palm flattened against Nathalie’s lower belly, feeling the subtle bulge where my cock pressed deep inside her womb. The other wrapped firmly around the slick, exposed base of my cock—the only part still visible outside Nathalie’s stretched lips.

"Fuck..." Anya breathed, voice low and wrecked, staring up at where we joined like it was the most beautiful, filthy thing she’d ever seen.

"It’s still so hard... still pumping... look how her pussy’s gripping you... sucking every last drop..." Her fingers tightened around the base, squeezing just enough to feel the throb of my aftershocks traveling up the length buried inside Nathalie. She gave one slow, possessive pump—milking me from root to tip even though I was already balls-deep in my wife.

Nathalie gasped at the added pressure, head falling back. "Ahh... Anya... what are you... mmm, squeeze him... make him twitch inside me... oh god, I can feel it..." Her hips rolled in tiny, needy circles, grinding her clit against my pubic bone while Anya’s hand worked the base in slow, deliberate strokes.

Olivia and Nancy crawled closer on their knees, eyes wide and hungry. Olivia licked her lips. "Shit, Doc... you’re naked... and you’re jerking him while he’s still inside her... that’s so fucking hot..."

Nancy reached out, tracing a finger along Anya’s bare spine. "Your pussy’s dripping on the floor... look at those hard little nipples... you’ve been fighting this the whole time, haven’t you?"

Anya didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in—close enough that her hot breath ghosted over Nathalie’s stretched lips and my cock—and dragged her tongue in one long, slow stripe from where my balls met Nathalie’s ass all the way up to the creamy junction where cock met cunt. She moaned at the taste—salty, musky, sweet—then pressed her open mouth directly to the messy seal, sucking gently, tongue flicking at the overflow as it leaked out around me.

"Mmmph... so much cum... still leaking... god, it’s thick... warm..." Anya’s words were muffled against wet flesh. Her free hand slid between her own thighs, fingers plunging back into her shaved slit with wet, frantic sounds. She pumped herself in time with the slow strokes she gave my base, hips rocking against her own palm.

Nathalie whimpered above her, thighs trembling. "Oh fuck... she’s licking us... licking where you’re filling me... ahh, baby, I’m getting wet again... your cock’s twitching... mmm, keep pumping... let her taste how full you made me..."

I thrust shallowly—barely an inch in and out—each movement making more creamy seed bubble out for Anya to lap up. My balls, still heavy and sensitive, brushed Anya’s chin with every tiny rock of my hips. She hummed in approval, sucking harder, tongue swirling to collect every drop.

Olivia couldn’t stay back anymore. She crawled behind Anya, pressing her face between the doctor’s spread thighs from behind. "Let me help, Doc... your cunt’s dripping like a faucet..." Her tongue found Anya’s clit immediately, lapping in broad, hungry strokes while her fingers spread Anya’s ass cheeks for better access.

Anya jolted at the contact, moaning into our joined bodies. "Fuck... yes... eat me... don’t stop... I need it... been so fucking wet since he walked in..."

Nancy knelt at my side, one hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently while her other teased Nathalie’s nipple. "God... look at this mess... cum everywhere... squirt everywhere... we’re all ruined for normal sex now..."

The room dissolved into pure, wet chaos: Nathalie grinding slow and deep on my still-hard cock, Anya sucking and stroking the base while Olivia devoured her from behind, Nancy licking and pinching and whispering filthy encouragements. Every sound was obscene—squelching tongues, slapping flesh, broken moans—and the air reeked of sex so thick you could taste it.

Nathalie leaned down, kissing me hard, whispering against my lips between moans. "Mmm... they’re all breaking for you... but this cock... this cum... still mine... ahh... keep fucking me slow... let them worship us..."

Anya hovered above me, her smooth, shaved pussy lips parted just enough to kiss the swollen head of my cock with every slow, torturous glide.

She rocked her hips in lazy, teasing circles—forward so the fat ridge caught on her clit, backward so the slit dragged wetly along the underside of my cock—never once letting me breach her entrance. Her arousal coated me in thick, shiny layers, dripping down my length in warm rivulets that pooled on my balls.

The wet slick-slick-slick of her teasing filled the room, punctuated by the sharp, involuntary smack of my throbbing cock jumping up to slap her puffy folds whenever Nancy and Olivia sucked harder on my nipples.