by T West
Curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped right up to the doorway, ducked his head and peered inside. For a middle-aged man, Dr Woolfenstein still had incredible hearing, and he could hear familiar wet noises echoing from within the depths of the cave. The brave, intelligent scientist entered the craggy entrance, stepping on the little stones, trying to top-toe so as not to draw attention to himself. He stepped onward for what felt like an eternity, and he saw a small light at the end of the tunnel. The light got bigger as he continued on, he could see that it was coming from another small doorway.
Peering in through this second small doorway, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he could see a log fire smoldering away in the corner of the cave. His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth, as in the flickering firelight he could see what was going on, the shadows of which were cast across the craggy walls.
Dr Woolfenstein was shocked, for there before him were three cavewomen, their scraggly greasy hair to their shoulders, their skin unwashed, their clothes merely tattered rags. They were barefoot, hairy legged and thick thighed, as they indulged in a threesome of total debauchery. For one cavewoman, the centerpiece of the threesome, was standing with her legs spread, nude from the waist down, whilst the second cavewoman was in front of her on her grubby knees, inquisitively licking the overgrown bushy pussy. Her face burrowed deep in the forest of hair between the chunky thighs.
Behind the threesome centerpiece was the third cavewoman, on her hands and knees with her face between the plentiful cheeks. With her face buried deep in the grubby ass-crack, she licked enthusiastically, her tongue darting in and out of the centerpiece’s anus with great purpose.
As Dr Woolfenstein watched unseen, the first cavewoman began to rock her sturdy hips back and forth, ass-clapping her humungous round butt-cheeks against the face of the bottom-feeder, slapping her across the chops with the wobbly flesh.
In disbelief of the depraved unwashed lesbian scene he was viewing, Dr Woolfenstein uttered one word: “Wow,” which transcended into the cave and echoed off the walls, bouncing around and landing in the waxed-filled ear holes of the three randy beasts. All three cavewomen looked up simultaneously, and stared Dr Woolfenstein straight in the eye. His heart felt like it had turned to stone, and as he spun around to run, the two kneeling cavewomen stood up and all three gave chase, running slightly hunched-over, as their bare feet seemed impervious to the sharp stony floor beneath them.
Dr Woolfenstein ran down the tunnel from which he had come, and as he did so he could see the ominous shadows gaining on him. He was truly terrified, for although they were females, they certainly were not the type of females he was used to dealing with in his professional surroundings. Images flashed through his mind of what these women might want with him, but he sure wasn’t going to stick around and find out if he was right or not. He was pretty certain that they weren’t going to invite him into their cave for a cooked chicken leg.
Once out into the light again, Dr Woolfenstein realized that his worst nightmare had come true, for he had definitely gone way too far back in time. Glancing to his right, he saw that the Time Capsule was some way off – it looked like a little pea on the rocky horizon. Luckily he saw another cave nearby, so took a sharp left, sprinting onwards as he heard the angry grunting of the cavewomen behind him.
Without thinking twice, he ducked his head and entered into the small doorway of the second cave. Once inside he was greeted with three choices. Left, straight ahead, or right. Not knowing which to take, he thought he may as well take the middle option, and headed straight down it. As he embarked along the twisting snaking cave-corridor, he heard the angry growls of the women behind him, echoing as they went down the left fork. Thank god for that, he thought.
As he continued running, he decided against turning back and heading towards the Time Capsule, as he was quite out of breath, and he figured he may as well have a little rest at the end of this tunnel. As Dr Woolfenstein entered the cave at the end of the tunnel, he was greeted with a sight that made his heart sink down to the pit of his stomach, for there in front of him, was the Leader of the Cavewomen.
There was something strangely enticing about her, almost attractive, even though she was beastly and dirty. Her mop-like hair fell in a tangled web to her shoulders, the greasy ends grazing her shoulder blades. Her tattered rags were covered with what looked like human bodily stains. The rags clothed her humungous breasts and groin area, while her grubby skin was exposed everywhere else. Through the dirt, Dr Woolfenstein could see that her body was toned and muscular. She was in great shape, and standing at 6ft3 she outsized the scientist by a good couple of inches. The now rather trepid scientist found himself intrigued.
As their eyes met, Dr Woolfenstein felt a chemistry between them that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. There was only the two of them in the cave, and the scientist found himself brave enough to attempt to converse with the Leader of the Cavewomen. “Hello. I’m going to be on my way now. Good day. Nice to meet you.”
The monobrow of the strong woman furrowed and a glare of anger crossed her eyes. A growl emitted from her full lips. With the Time Capsule pictured in his mind, Dr Woolfenstein turned around, and figured he’d start off with a slow walk so as not to anger the woman any more. But as soon as the scientist had turned his back to embark on the short trek back to the Capsule, he felt two strong muscular arms around his chest gripping him tightly.
Frozen with terror, not moving, he felt a big strong hand over his mouth. Although he didn’t ask for this, he felt his prick hardening in his underwear, as images of femdom fantasies flashed through his mind like a spinning highlight reel of female power and male humiliation. The ancient Egyptian artifact also flashed through his mind, as he thought of why he was here in the first place. The artifact seemed so far away now – many many years away.
Without any chance to struggle, Dr Woolfenstein was lifted up and carried over to a nearby boulder, and he could see the shadows of the log fire cast across the craggy walls of the sinister cave. His feet were on the floor as he was bent over, and he felt the firm hands of the cavewoman reach round, undo his belt and pull his trousers and boxer-briefs down to his ankles, revealing his toned buttocks.
Dr Woolfenstein felt fully exposed, vulnerable, and at his captor’s mercy. Scared but also very aroused, the scientist’s erect winkie pressed against the boulder before him, and as he closed his eyes he thought that this was exactly the kind of naughty female-led play that he longed for. His ass-cheeks clenched and his nuts tightened, in anticipation of what was about to happen.
The strong hand of the Leader of the Cavewomen smacked down upon Dr Woolfenstein’s taut buttocks with powerful force which caused an echo to vibrate between the rocky walls of the cave. A drop of pre-cum dripped out of the scientist’s bell-end, and the humiliation of what was happening to him sent waves of pleasure down his shaft which landed in his full ball-sacks.
Another slap came down. And another. And another, as the brutal cavewoman mercilessly spanked the scientist’s butt-cheeks with intense enthusiasm as if he was a piece of meat, her prey. The woman loved having this kind of control over the scientist, and she wasn’t going to let him get off lightly. Dr Woolfenstein wondered what the cavewoman had in store for him, what she intended to do. Perhaps he was literally a piece of meat to her, a wild animal. Perhaps he would be roasted on the log fire to his left in a matter of hours.
The woman dropped to her chunky knees, lowered her head, and put her face between the legs of the bent-over scientist. Here, she put her nose right near his tight testicles and took a deep inhale. Crikey, she’s sniffing my ball-sacks, thought the scientist.
The scientist was starting to feel embarrassed and very uneasy about the situation he was in. The cavewoman with sniffing his ball-sacks like a wild dog. With his back still to her, Dr Woolfenstein felt two strong hands part his butt-cheeks, fully exposing his ass-crack. He felt a finger pressing up against his virginal rosebud and then felt s
ome warm saliva being spat against his ring-piece. The cavewoman’s finger began to probe its way inside his anal passage, inch by inch, until it was all the way inside, all the way to the knuckle. This made his phallus spring up abruptly, as his shaft pressed against the stone before him.
The finger in his butt-hole hurt at first, but as the probing continued and the finger was slid in and out repeatedly, the scientist felt as though his prostate was being massaged. It started to feel good – it started to feel really good. His anus began to welcome the finger, and it sucked it in further, and he felt another finger being pressed against his butt-hole, as the cavewoman pushed two fingers inside. Holding her fingers in the shape of a hand-gun, the woman started to violently butt-screw the scientist with great vigor.
The g-spot rubbing he was experiencing made his winkie ooze pre-cum down on the cold dank floor. The scientist spread his palms and gripped the boulder tightly as he experienced the pleasure / pain sensation of the double-digit probing.
The two wide fingers withdrew from his ass, and the scientist spun around, his erection following him as he turned, bobbing about in the fire light, the flames bouncing off his pre-spooge covered helmet. The cavewoman licked her fingers, sucked on them one at a time.
She pulled her ragged undergarments down, revealing her hair-pie. My god, I’ve seen some hairy muffs in my time, but that really takes the cake, thought Dr Woolfenstein. The scientist couldn’t believe what he was witnessing – it was the most ridiculously hairy pussy he had ever seen. The three cavegirls that had chased him earlier were hairy, but this was something else. A thick dark triangle of black curly hair grew menacingly, never trimmed. Her full labia hung down, dangling in the stagnant cave air. The scientist couldn’t help but lick his lips as he feasted his eyes.
Lying down on her muscular back, the cavewoman spread her chunky thighs, exposing her full muff to the scientist, inviting him to come closer. Knowing what was expected of him, the brave scientist kicked off his slacks and underwear that were round his ankles, along with his shoes, and treaded his socks over the stony floor, to his captor. Dropping to his knees, he took a deep breath and plunged deep.
With his face buried in the bushy plate, he ate purposefully, munching on the sticky flaps as he lapped his tongue up and down the womanly slit. The fish taco was pungent in smell, and the female scent wafted up his nostrils causing him to gag. However, he was a brave scientist, and he held his breath as he sucked like a lamb reunited with its long-lost mother’s teat. The nub hardened between his lips as the dark curly hair tickled his face. The scientist felt lost in the wild forest, as he indulged in the time-travelling cunnilingus with great gusto.
Dr Woolfenstein felt the strong hand of the cavewoman grab his hair and pull him up and off her. Surprised as to why his licking had been stopped, he glanced up and saw melancholy shadows cast across the cave walls. It suddenly dawned on him what was happening – the other three cavewomen that he been chasing him had found their way into the Leader of the Cavewomen’s cave, and they slowly stepped forward, hunched over and surrounded him.
Still on his knees, the scientist straightened his back as the Leader of the Cavewomen got to her feet. All four females circled him, and as the scientist awaited his fate, he wondered for a moment whether he was going to be sacrificed there and then, or perhaps something worse. He noticed that all four cavewomen were nude from the waist down, their furry quims blatantly exposed. Their grubby fingers traced their way down their toned midsections and they began to dally in their coochie-pies, their dirty digits delving into their most intimate holes, frigging themselves off, masturbating gratuitously, right near the face of the startled scientist.
They frigged long and hard, flicking their burning nubs from side to side as they cried out with ghastly growls. Viewing these four women frig themselves was too much for Dr Woolfenstein to take, and he instinctively reached down, gripped his shaft and began to jack his own tool.
The grunting of the cavewomen got louder, and they began to cum one at a time. The first one delved her fingers deep, pressed her g-spot and withdrew, just as her jet of see-through girly string sprayed out and splashed across the scientist’s glasses. He pulled his spectacles off to wipe them clean, just as the second cavewoman came, and she gushed a thick jet of ectoplasm that squirted out like a hose pipe, blasting the scientist right on his nose. As he shook his head from side to side to get rid of the goo, the third woman came, and she squirted an ancient rope of sex-piss that spun through the air towards the scientist’s awaiting mouth. He opened as wide as he could, and the voluminous squirt-ribbon flushed down his throat. He gulped hard and fast in an attempt to drink as much as he could, just as the Leader of the Cavewomen stepped up closer, parted her tall legs and crouched down slightly, her ridiculously hairy muff mere inches from his face.
She finger-banged aggressively, all four of her own fingers delving into her snatch, almost fisting herself. Shrieking like a wild boar, she withdrew her hand and ejaculated a bucketful of female love-juice that gushed down onto the scientist’s head, drenching him completely. The potency of the squirt was too much for the valiant scientist to take, and he finished himself off, jacking his rod as he jizzed his load up in the air. It sprayed up like a fountain and decorated the Leader of the Cavewomen’s hairy thighs.
Lifting his scientist’s uniform up, Dr Woolfenstein wiped the sex-goo from his face and smiled at the adventurous women. “That was great. I loved that!”
They couldn’t understand his English, but they smiled back and responded in their own tongue. “Raa Graa Raa Graa Graa. Raa Graa Raa Graa Graa. Raa Graa Raa Graa Graa.”
The scientist could tell that they were happy and pleased, and he really felt as though they had formed a good bond of friendship. In a couple of days he would use his Time Capsule again and travel back, but for now he knew that he would have a nice cozy place to rest.
As all five of them sat down beside the fireplace to cook a roast for dinner, the brave scientist felt truly invigorated. He felt truly alive. Perhaps the time travelling detour was a lucky happening after all.
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Steamy Erotica Story 5
A lice loved these long summers, while her parents were away. Her parents were going on a Caribbean cruise, and she was going to be left alone in the beautiful plush house that she knew so well.
“Hopefully Chuck won’t come round too much,” said Mr Peterson to Alice, as they were getting ready to leave.
“He’s not so bad,” said Mrs Peterson. “I’m sure there are far worse out there.”
“Well, he’s not the most intelligent kid out there. I only want the best for my little girl.”
Alice knew that her father was just being caring, but his stern undertone still made her feel defiant.
“And if the sink keeps dripping, you’re going to have to call the plumber. I’ve left his number on the kitchen table,” said Mr Peterson, as they stood in the utility room. The bright daylight shone in through the window, and out of the corner of her eye, something caught Alice’s attention. For there in the garden, was a big tall black man doing some gardening. His huge muscular arms exposed as he was bare-chested, fiddling with the lawnmower cord. The sun bounced off his hulking frame, and his smooth skin glistened in the sunshine.
Alice’s left eyebrow raised. “Who’s that, Daddy?”
“Oh, that’s Gordon. He’s a local gardener we’ve recently employed. He’ll be doing some work around here while we’re away. Don’t mind him. Had to give him a spare set of keys so he can come in and get the necessary equipment from the cupboard.”
“Oh. Ok. He seems like a nice-enough guy.”
“Yes, he does. He’s a splendid worker. Now, give your Daddy a kiss on the cheek, for the taxi will be here in a minute.”
Alice kissed her father on the cheek. Even though she was now eighteen, she still felt vulnerable sometimes. She needed her father’s guidance in certain aspects of her life.
As she waved her parent
s goodbye as they drove off in the taxi, she felt excited about what this summer would bring. She would have a good time, that was for sure.
That night at Chuck’s apartment, they were both sitting on his couch. Things had been getting hot and heavy lately. “Are you going to let me go slightly further tonight?” Chuck asked hopefully.
“Look, I think we go far enough as it is,” replied Alice, as she pulled his zipper down and reached into his black boxer-briefs.
“But, we always go to somewhere between second and third base. I just want to go a little bit further this time,” said Chuck persuasively, as he kissed the side of her soft neck.
“But, I’ve never gone that far before, and I’m really not sure that I want to. You should just be grateful with what you’re getting,” she said, as she pulled out his erect cock.
Chuck’s was the first cock that Alice had ever seen in the flesh, and although she didn’t have much to compare it to, she wasn’t majorly impressed by the size. She flicked her thumb over the shiny helmet, rubbing in his pre-cum. Chuck moaned as she reached her hand down, and stroked it up and down the length of his 5.5 inch shaft, teasing the frustrated head.
“Oh baby, please let me make love to you tonight. I’ll use protection.”
“No, not tonight. We haven’t been dating that long, and I’m not about to give up my cherry so easily y’know. You have to prove that you’re committed to me. I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at those other girls, like Sally Johnson. And it worries me. I need to know that you just want me, Chuck.”
“Oh God, I do. I do, I really do!”
He’s just saying that because he wants something, thought Alice, as her wrist quickened, tightly gripping the girth of his eager rod and jacking it methodically up and down. For a virgin, she sure gave a good hand-job.