Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Ada’s eyes widened, a flash of panic crossing her face, but she obeyed. With a shaky breath, she rolled onto her stomach, her ass lifting slightly off the bed, her thighs spreading just enough to expose her puckered, wax-sealed asshole.

The wax glistened, still fresh and red, her skin flushed around it. Her asshole twitched, clenching as if it knew what was coming.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her skin. ”Such a pretty little hole,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the edge of the wax seal.

Ada whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her body tensing as she waited.

I spat.

A thick glob of saliva landed directly on her asshole, dripping down the creases of her asshole. Ada gasped, her body jerking at the sudden warmth, the humiliation of it making her asshole clench tighter.

A low, guttural groan rumbled in my chest as my tongue flicked out, savoring the salty tang of Ada’s skin before pressing my mouth against the wax-sealed tightness of her asshole.

My lips molded around the resistant ring, my tongue probing and teasing at the wax, coaxing the sensitive flesh beneath.

The heat of my breath softened the seal just enough to send jolts of sensation through her, and Ada’s body reacted like a live wire—tense, trembling, and desperate for more.

”AAAAH—FUCK! DEXTER—!” Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her back arching violently as she shoved her ass against my face.

The wax seal magnified every sensation—the relentless pressure of my mouth, the trapped, sweltering heat, the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain—until her pussy, sealed in its own wax, betrayed her need. Her arousal spilled down her thighs, thick and glistening, the scent of her desire filling the air.

I doubled down, sucking harder, my tongue swirling in relentless circles around her puckered hole. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, spreading her wide open, exposing her to the full force of my attention.

The wax yielded further under the heat of my breath and the insistent moisture of my tongue, melting just enough to make Ada whimper and writhe. Her body trembled, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of need, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

Then, without warning, I pulled back. The sudden absence of my touch made her whine in protest, but I was already stripping off my clothes, my cock throbbing, heavy and aching with anticipation.

Ruth’s sharp inhale cut through the air, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the scene. ”Dexter... what the hell are you doing?” she stammered, her voice a mix of curiosity and disbelief, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her skirt.

I turned to her, my gaze dark and unyielding, my voice a rough growl. ”Her asshole isn’t healing.” The words were barely more than a snarl, my mind consumed by the need to act, to understand.

My fingers traced the wax-sealed ring of Ada’s asshole, and she gasped, her body jerking at the contact. ”I need to feel deep inside her... to grasp the sickness firsthand.” My thumb pressed lightly against the seal, testing its give. ”The only way is to push my cock inside her.”

Ruth’s brows furrowed, her voice trembling with skepticism. ”But Dexter... won’t that make you sick? What if it’s contagious?” Her eyes darted between Ada and me, uncertainty etched into her features.

A slow, confident smirk spread across my lips as I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it with deliberate slowness. ”I won’t get sick,” I murmured, my voice dripping with assurance.

”My grandfather’s herbs run through my veins.” I leaned in, my breath hot against the shell of her ear, my words a dark promise.

”They’ve made me immune to more than you can imagine.” My free hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ruth’s flushed cheek. The touch was deceptively gentle, but my fingers curled slightly, a silent claim. ”Trust me.”

Ada’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she forced out a broken, breathless laugh. ”Y-Yeah... Dexter...” Her voice was thick with shame and desire, her asshole clenching involuntarily at the thought of what was coming.

”N-No... you don’t have to dirty yourself... not with this filthy, used-up asshole...” Her words were weak, her hips already betraying her, shifting restlessly as if seeking something—me—despite her protests.

”It’s... it’s too much... you shouldn’t—NNNGH!” A sharp gasp tore from her throat as my fingers traced the wax-sealed ring of her asshole, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

I turned to Ruth, my voice a low, rough growl. ”I won’t stand by and watch Mother Ada suffer.” My gaze burned with determination, my cock throbbing painfully against my palm. ”Dirty or not, I won’t back down. Not when she needs me this badly.”

Before either of them could react, I gripped the base of my cock and slapped the thick, veined head against Ada’s wax-sealed entrance.

The wet, obscene smack echoed through the room, and Ada’s body jerked violently, her back arching as a choked scream ripped from her lips. ”AAAAAAAAH—FUUUCK! DEXTER, YOU—OH GOD—!” Her voice cracked, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I pushed forward, the wax giving way with a slick, sticky resistance.

The head of my cock breached her, stretching her open, and Ada’s scream dissolved into a broken, keening wail. ”IT’S TOO BIG—IT BURNS—AAAH! BUT DON’T STOP—PLEASE, DON’T STOP!”

Ruth rushed to Ada’s side, her hands hovering over her mother’s trembling shoulders, her eyes wide with shock and something darker—fascination. ”Mother! Does it hurt?!” she cried, but her gaze was locked on the lewd sight of my cock sinking deeper into Ada’s ass, her pussy already dripping, the wax seal there glistening with her arousal.

Ada’s answer came in ragged, desperate fragments, her body shuddering as I pressed deeper. ”I-IT HURTS—SO FUCKING MUCH—!” Her voice rose to a scream as I bottomed out, my hips flush against her ass, her tight ring clenching around my cock like a vice.

”BUT IT’S—OH GOD—IT’S SO GOOD! I CAN FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE—!” Her words dissolved into a series of broken, animalistic moans, her body writhing as she pushed back against me, greedy for more. ”MORE, DEXTER—FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME FEEL IT—MAKE ME FORGET THE PAIN—!”

Hearing Ada’s moan—raw, unfiltered, and dripping with need—I knew she was done pretending. Even in front of Ruth, her daughter, the mask of restraint had shattered. There was no more holding back, no more shame.

There was only this: the desperate, hungry sounds spilling from her lips, her body trembling with the kind of need that couldn’t be denied.

I groaned, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her in place as I began to move. ”That’s it, Mother...” My voice was a guttural snarl, my control fraying at the edges.

”Take every inch. You’re doing so well...” Each thrust drew a fresh scream from her, her asshole gripping me so tightly it was almost painful.

”AH! AH! AH!—DEXTER, I’M GONNA—!” Her body convulsed, her pussy gushing beneath its wax seal, her juices dripping down her thighs as she teetered on the edge.

”You’re gonna what?” I growled, slamming into her with deliberate force, my balls slapping against her soaked pussy. ”Tell me, Mother. Tell me what you need.”