Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 423: Mira’s Neglected Vagina

"Shhh, new sister," Angela purred, voice dripping honey and venom. "Look how greedy this little clit is... been ignored for so long it’s practically crying. Jack never played with it like this, did he? Never pinched it until you saw stars."

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap once—slow, deliberate—right over the pinched bud. The flat of her tongue dragged hot and wet, tasting the tangy flood of Mira’s arousal mixed with the faint salt of two years’ worth of frustration.

Mira’s head fell back, mouth gaping in a silent scream. "Oh—fuck—please—!" Her thighs quivered violently around my chest, fresh slick gushing out in a shameful pulse that dripped down my neck.

Her face burned crimson—blush spreading from cheeks to chest—as Angela sucked the clit between her lips for one filthy second, popping off with a wet smack before releasing the pinch. A thin string of saliva connected Angela’s tongue to Mira’s pulsing nub for a heartbeat before it snapped.

Lisa stayed at the side, kneeling with her thighs pressed tight together, cheeks flushed dark, and eyes glassy as she watched her "boss" Angela work.

She bit her lip so hard it turned white, one hand unconsciously drifting between her own legs, rubbing slow circles over the damp crotch of her shorts.

"God, Angela... you’re mean," she whispered, voice thick with envy and lust. "Look at her—she’s shaking like a leaf. That poor neglected pussy’s never had anyone tease it like that."

I’d had enough of watching.

My hands shot to Mira’s ass—fingers digging into the soft, still-tender flesh where my earlier slaps had left red handprints.

I gripped hard, lifting her like she weighed nothing, hauling her dripping cunt up and forward until her soaked bush hovered right over my mouth. The scent hit me full force—musky, tangy, desperate—and I didn’t hesitate.

I yanked her down onto my face.

My tongue plunged straight into her folds, spearing through the coarse curls to lap at her entrance in long, filthy strokes.

I sucked her clit hard—lips sealing around it, cheeks hollowing as I drew the swollen nub into my mouth like I was trying to drink her dry. Mira screamed—a raw, broken sound that bounced off the cave walls—her hands flying to my hair, pulling hard enough to sting as her hips ground down instinctively.

"Dexter—oh god—your mouth—!" she sobbed, voice fracturing. Her pussy clenched and fluttered against my tongue, walls spasming like they were trying to pull me deeper.

I fucked her with my tongue—thrusting in and out in rough, sloppy rhythm—while my nose grinded against her clit, smearing her juices across my face.

Every suck, every lap made obscene wet noises that echoed in the humid air. Her thighs clamped around my head, trembling so violently I thought she might crush me.

Angela watched with dark, hungry eyes, fingers still glistening from Mira’s clit. "That’s it, husband... drink her up. Make her squirt all over that pretty face. She’s been saving it for years—let it fucking flood you."

Lisa whimpered softly from the side, her hand now inside her shorts, fingers moving faster. "She’s gonna come already... look at her hips—fucking your face like she’s dying for it. Poor Mira... Jack never ate her out, did he? Never made her cream like this."

Mira’s cries grew frantic, words dissolving into babble. "I’m—gonna—please—don’t stop—!" Her whole body tensed, back arching, toes curling against the mat as the orgasm barreled toward her like a freight train.

And right at the edge—right when her cunt started to flutter in those telltale pre-climax spasms—I pulled away.

I shoved her hips up and off my face with both hands, leaving her dripping, gaping pussy hovering inches above my mouth. A thick string of her arousal stretched from my lips to her clit before snapping, dripping onto my chin.

Mira wailed—a high, frustrated, animal sound. "No—no—no—please—!" Her hips jerked forward desperately, trying to chase my mouth, but I held her firm, fingers bruising her ass cheeks. Tears of denial welled in her eyes, spilling over as she trembled on the brink. "Dexter—why—? I was so close—!"

I grinned up at her, lips and chin shiny with her slick. "Because you don’t come until I say, baby girl. You wanted to ’deal with me’? Then you take what I give you—and right now, I’m not giving you shit until you beg properly."

Angela laughed low and filthy, leaning down to drag her tongue along Mira’s inner thigh, tasting the mess that had leaked down. "Hear that, sister? Our husband is already edging you. That neglected little cunt’s gonna be throbbing all night if you don’t learn to beg like a good slut."

Lisa crawled closer, voice shaky with arousal. "Look at her hole—it’s winking. She’s gonna cry if you don’t let her come soon."

Mira sobbed, hips twitching helplessly, pussy dripping steady rivulets onto my chest again. "Please... Dexter... please let me come... I’ll do anything... I’ll be good... I’ll be your perfect wife... just—please—!"

I tilted my head, tongue flicking out to tease her clit with the lightest, maddening touch—just enough to make her jolt and whimper.

"Not yet," I growled against her soaked folds. "First you’re gonna sit on my cock and ride me while Angela and Lisa watch. Then—maybe—I’ll let you come. If you’re loud enough for the whole cave to hear what a desperate, cock-hungry slut our new sister really is."

Mira’s broken moan was answer enough.

She nodded frantically, tears streaming, body already lowering toward my waiting, throbbing cock—ready to impale herself and prove just how badly she needed to belong.

Mira’s broken moan was answer enough.

She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, body already lowering toward my waiting, throbbing cock—ready to impale herself and prove just how badly she needed to belong. Her hands shook as she reached between us, fingers brushing my slick shaft, still coated in her own spit and juices from my face.

She tried to guide me—clumsy, trembling—lining the fat head up with her dripping entrance, but her hips jerked too eagerly, missing the first time and sliding my cock along her hairy slit instead, smearing precum through the coarse curls until they glistened like wet silk.

"Easy, baby girl," I growled, gripping her hips harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh still marked red from my slaps. "Let me do it. You’re too fucking desperate to aim straight."

Mira whimpered, nodding like a good little slut, her thighs quivering as she held herself open. I tilted my hips, notched the swollen head right against her tight, fluttering hole—feeling the heat, the slick resistance, the way her pussy lips parted greedily around me even before I pushed.

Then I thrust up—slow at first, deliberate—watching her eyes roll back as the thick crown stretched her open.

"Ahh—fuck—Dexter—it’s too big—!" she gasped, voice high and cracking, hands flying to my shoulders for balance. Her walls clamped down like a vice, fluttering wildly around the intrusion, so tight it felt like she hadn’t been fucked properly in years—which she hadn’t.

Inch by inch, I sank deeper, the wet, obscene squelch of her neglected cunt swallowing me, filling the cave. Her pussy juices gushed out around my shaft with every push, dripping down my balls in hot rivulets.