Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 559: “You Need A Woman” – Andy

While the two men conversed, Andy remained close, her hand never leaving my arm. She continued to gently stroke the incredibly soft fur, almost as if petting it – and me – unconsciously, unable to cease the movement. Each touch of her fingers sent a new surge of tension through my body.

Her large, milk-filled breasts pressed against me with every slight shift. I could clearly see her thick nipples, now painfully hard, poking obscenely through the thin animal skin. The scent of her arousal had intensified.

I looked down and noticed a fresh trail of her slickness slowly running down the inside of her smooth thigh.

She was thoroughly wet.

Despite speaking with Rikaru, Andy’s eyes repeatedly flickered back to me – and lower. Her gaze frequently dropped to the significant, throbbing bulge beneath my cloak. Each time she looked, her thighs clenched, and she shifted her weight, as if trying to soothe the aching need between her legs.

Rikaru gave the opulent fur one last appreciative touch and grunted with approval. "A fine cloak indeed. It will keep you warm through this cursed storm." He wiped his bloodied hands and resumed butchering the deer, his stone knife slicing through the flesh with a consistent rhythm.

Just then, Haru and Dagu approached, their faces etched with curiosity.

"Dexter," Haru inquired, tilting his head, "where are your hunting tools? We don’t see any spear, bow, or even a knife on you."

The question immediately drew Rikaru’s and Andy’s attention. Both looked over at me. I sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere – a hunter appearing without visible weapons was indeed suspicious.

I rubbed the back of my head, offering a sheepish smile and feigning slight embarrassment.

"Ah... about that," I said, letting out a small, awkward chuckle. "I prefer using a bow and arrows. I’m quite skilled with them. But before I approached this cave, I was uncertain about the kind of people I might encounter."

"These lands are unfamiliar to me. I worried I might run into thieves or desperate individuals who would attempt to rob or injure a lone traveler. So... I concealed my weapons outside, behind a large tree near the ridge, just in case I needed to retreat and retrieve them quickly."

I paused, then added earnestly, "But I was fortunate. I met good people instead. Thank you again for offering me shelter and a place to stay. I will not forget your kindness."

Rikaru and Andy both chuckled softly, the tension dissipating instantly.

"You did the right thing," Rikaru nodded firmly, his respect for me evidently growing. "It’s wise to be cautious in these parts. Many men have met their end – and lost their gear – due to being overly trusting."

Andy’s eyes sparkled with amusement and something warmer as she gazed at me. "A careful man is a smart man," she stated softly, her voice carrying a subtle undertone that only I seemed to perceive. "Though... hiding your weapons so effectively makes me wonder what else you might be concealing, Dexter."

Her gaze once more drifted down to the prominent, heavy bulge still tenting my fur cloak. The corner of her lips curved into a barely perceptible, teasing smile. She shifted her weight, and I watched another trickle of her arousal slowly make its way down her inner thigh.

Even from a few steps away, the thick, sweet scent of her wetness continued to tantalize my senses. Andy made no move to close her legs or adjust her attire. If anything, she stood with her thighs slightly apart, almost inviting my gaze.

Haru shrugged casually. "If the storm subsides tomorrow, we can go together to retrieve your bow. A hunter without weapons is only half a hunter."

"I would appreciate that," I replied, nodding gratefully.

As the conversation shifted, Andy remained close while we continued sorting the firewood. Every time she bent to pick up a log, her ample breasts swayed heavily, nearly spilling from her fur attire.

Each time she straightened, her thick rear jiggled, and her hairy, glistening private area flashed between her thighs.

She caught me staring more than once.

Instead of chiding me or covering herself, Andy simply bit her lower lip, her dark eyes burning with raw desire. She held my gaze for a long, charged moment, a look that conveyed her wish to kneel right there.

My thick cock throbbed powerfully, now completely visible. The large, swollen head had fully emerged from the edge of my luxurious fur cloak, standing proud and heavy. A shiny, thick bead of pre-ejaculate glistened at the tip before slowly dripping down the shaft in a long, lewd stream.

Andy observed everything.

Her breathing deepened and quickened. Her massive breasts rose and fell as she stared shamelessly at my exposed cock, her thick dark nipples now painfully stiff, pressing obscenely against the rough animal hide as if trying to break through it.

A moment of thick quiet passed before she posed a question, her voice low and somewhat hoarse, "Dexter, have you found a woman yet?"

My head moved slowly from side to side as I answered, "No... I haven't."

Andy’s gaze remained fixed on my erection. She moistened her lips, murmuring, "I believe it is time for you to seek one..." Her words were steeped in implication as she observed my already stiffening manhood. "A substantial, robust penis like yours ought not to remain neglected for long."

Rikaru’s voice suddenly rang out from behind the deceased deer, a sound of amusement rather than ire. "The young man is certainly well-endowed."

With hurried movement, I attempted to conceal my exposed member with one hand, but its sheer thickness made the effort futile — my palm could barely cover half of it. This action only intensified their focus.

Haru let out a grin and spoke with complete lack of inhibition, "Indeed... Dexter’s penis is larger than both of ours combined. Even Father’s does not possess such thickness or length."

Dagu offered a nod of agreement, his eyes shifting between my exposed genitals and his own groin. "Much larger. It seems heavy, as well."

Andy displayed no trace of a blush, her eyes unwavering. She offered no rebuke to her sons or her partner for their candid remarks. Instead, she continued to openly gaze at my erection, evident desire in her eyes, pressing her thighs together as a visible trail of moisture escaped down her inner thigh from her pubic hair.

It was at that precise moment the realization struck me — the societal norms and values of their clan differed greatly from those of Kerry and Agatha’s people. Here, sexuality and desire seemed to be expressed with far more openness, with a raw and shameless quality. Nobody maintained a facade of modesty. Nobody concealed their deep-seated cravings.