Time Traveling Tramps Caveman Come Fest (An erotic fantasy of wild sex) by Sydney Clark
Rebecca Thorne has spent months preparing to be the first person to travel through time but she couldn’t have prepared for this. What was supposed to be a trip back to 3 days ago turns into a trip back 30,000 years when someone makes an error. As if being surrounded by ancient wild animals isn’t dangerous enough, Rebecca has caught the attention of a tribe of Neanderthals driven by the most basic of instincts – to mate. Can this modern girl take on the leader of a clan of men that are little more than sculpted bodies, large cocks, and primal urges?
Without breaking eye contact, he removed the furs that had been covering his chest and threw them haphazardly in the corner before moving in on Rebecca. He kept walking closer and closer until there wasn’t any room between Rebecca and the wall of the cave. Rocks jutted into Rebecca’s back while her breasts pushed up against the leader’s rock hard body. He smelled like a combination of sex from jacking off earlier and a not unpleasant musk, presumably from hunting. The normally calm and collected Rebecca felt her heart pounding out of her chest, not knowing for sure what he wanted with her.
Then she felt it. Through the pelts hung around his waist, the leader’s huge erection pressed against her thigh. Rebecca’s gasped and she felt something within her stir again. His intense stare never left hers as he began to slowly rub his erection between her still bound legs. Rebecca hips began, almost involuntarily, to move along with his, her body eager to let him in. Her nipples hardened as his sweaty bare chest rubbed up against her breasts. She felt the dampness return between her legs and noticed that they were both breathing heavily. Taking a risk, she moved in to kiss him.
Initially he pulled back, not sure of what she was doing. I guess they haven’t evolved to the point to know what kissing is, Rebecca thought. Cautiously, she leaned in to him again and slowly kissed him, occasionally slipping her tongue into his. He responded, kissing her slowly at first but quickly building to a frenzied pace, deftly using his tongue to play with hers. Rebecca was pleasantly surprised, my my aren’t you a fast learner.
The leader, not being able to figure out how to manipulate her zipper, tore her jumpsuit apart at the middle seam, exposing her bra and underwear. He slid his hand over Rebecca’s white government issued panties. He firmly grabbed Rebecca’s mound as if to say “mine”. She could feel his large fingertips so close to sliding into her and she whimpered. She desperately wanted to touch him and motioned her bound wrists as if to say “untie me and you won’t be sorry”.
He smirked and raised her bound hands over her head and began to once again grind his large, hard member between her legs.