Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 132: Ryan’s Healed Cock: So Small!

Ryan’s voice was strained. ”D-Dexter... what does that—?”

I watched with a smirk as Hina’s mouth covered the exposed tip of my cock, her tongue twirling over the sensitive head. ”Imagine it like this, Elder Ryan.” I gave her more of me as her chest continued to trap the rest. ”Breasts of Aunt Hina covering my cock...” As her head moved down deeper, I felt her lips widen around my cock, and I moaned, ”It is her pussy.”

Ryan’s breath soon became rapid, and he could hardly tear his eyes away from the offensive display of his wife’s lips, which were completely wrapped around another man’s cock.

”And her mouth...” With more force, I grabbed Hina’s hair, making her deeper and deeper, her gag reflex activating as her throat spasmed around my tip. ”This is her womb.”

Hina gagged, and tears came to her eyes, but she did not back off. Her hands, at that time, went to grab her boobs around my cock tighter while her juice flowed in a fresh, heavy stream of release on the floor.

”Mmmph—!” She desperately tried to explain by her tongue and frenetic movements her unwillingness to pleasure me.

Ryan could barely speak as his voice was a ragged whisper. ”So... are you telling me...”

Wanted to facilitate Hina’s choking and her saliva running down my length, I went deeper.

”I’m saying,” I growled, my gaze locking onto Ryan’s as I fucked his wife’s throat, ”that if her pussy can’t take all of me...” Another sharp thrust, Hina’s nose pressing against her own tits as she took me deeper. ”Her womb will.”

Hina’s moans vibrated around my cock, her pussy gushing beneath her, her juices mixing with the dirt.

Hina’s lips moving around the tip of my cock, her breasts were still squeezing the rest of my cock as her throat worked with me. The sight was erotic—her mouth with my cock, her heavy breasts pressed together, her pussy leaking, and her arousal was making small squirts that were already going to the ground. Ryan was breathing heavily next to us; his leaf skirt was showing a big bulge, but he didn’t seem to be aware of it.

Hina’s suppressed cry was felt through my cock before she moved away just enough to breathe in shock, ”Dexter... my pussy...”. Her trembling fingers touched her wet folds, and her voice was barely distinguishable. ”Can it be squirting?”

I responded by shaking my head, and my thumb brushed across her swollen lower lip, ”No, Aunt Hina.”

”I don’t think it is squirting.” After I held her chin, I let her see the whites of my eyes. ”Your pussy is not strong enough to hold the heat coming from inside... so it is giving out some liquid... to make a little cool down.”

Sensing her wetness, my fingers slowly explored her belly, touching her excited folds. ”But when your pussy gets that hot and you feel a burning sensation...”

I pushed two fingers inside, and as her brazen walls clenched around my intruding fingers, she let out a breathless scream. ”It is at that time a woman squirts powerfully... to extinguish the fire inside completely,” I informed her.

Breathless, Hina’s pussy engulfed my fingers, and juices flowed down my wrist. ”D-Dexter...” Her tone was one of urgency, and her need-filled glance accompanied it.

”Please... I want to squirt...”, she begged, pushing her hips back although there was nothing for her to grasp as she released another little spurt of her arousal onto the dirt. ”I want to experience it too...”

The moment I stole a glance towards Ryan, he was as unmoving as a stag caught in a hunter’s sights. His stare was anchored upon Hina’s lap—there where my saliva was still gleaming, her thighs shaking from the aftershocks of her squirt, and her juices gathering beneath her as a present.

Moreover, the unmistakable tent in his skirt, my dear, was there; the fabric was struggling to retain the expanding bulge of his petite member. He had already started to betray himself with that dark, shameful spot of pre-cum that had come through, way before he even realized it.

He wasn’t aware of it yet.

Didn’t grasp that his body had already made the call for him—that the panorama of his wife being with another man had awakened some weird and deeply wrong feeling inside him. That instead of getting furious and going off, his cock, which had been so long asleep in her presence, had only just found its voice: jealousy.

I was very reluctant to see another man’s cock, but just the thought of it made me so horny. Ryan’s noticing and his expression is that of embarrassment as he reckons that his cock can also be hard, yet he still allows another man to put his seed into his woman’s pussy.

Due to the shock of her orgasm, Hina was still trembling, and her legs were unsteady; therefore, I supported her as I was ready to give her assistance. ”Aunt Hina...,” My voice was soothing, and my hands reassuring and steady while guiding her. ”How about we lie down...You let me have a close look at your pussy...”

She only tried to stand for a second, but her legs gave way. Without warning, she clung to me tightly, and I pushed my crotch into her stomach.

Ryan was so shocked that he was about to speak when his mouth fell open, but he made no sound except that of strangled air. His envy is written all over his face, the way through his eyes, the fists that become more tightly clenched, and he desperately wants to step in, but is not able to.

I barely contained a chuckle. Haven’t you boasted that you have control over me? It is my turn now.

I turned to Ryan, my voice calm, my grip on Hina possessive. ”Elder Ryan...” I smirked. ”Why don’t you help Aunt Hina lie down? She can’t stand up.”

Ryan blinked as though he was just coming to from a fog. ”Huh? Oh—Hina, come here—”

He assisted her with her lying on the furs, his hands traveling across her shoulders, his touch seeming almost protective—until Hina’s eyes popped.

”Ryan...!” She breathed out with that shock, her fingers lightly touching his leaf skirt. ”Your cock... It’s hard! Look at your skirt!”

Ryan made a surprised sound of breath—”Oh!”—and, in a hurry, he pulled his skirt down.

There it was, then.

His cock.

A pitiful, minuscule one—no more than three inches long, the foreskin still over the tip, which made it appear dirty, and to have been forgotten. As if it were something that hadn’t been properly used.

Hina sighed with a little disappointment, ”So... so small...” Her fingers moved as if she was going to touch it, but stopped herself. ”Even if it is hard... Dexter’s is so big... and it is so clean...” Hina’s eyes moved to my throbbing cock, comparing it to Ryan’s cock.

Ryan felt like his face was on fire. ”M-my cock... It is healed! It is cured!” His voice was frantic, almost victorious, like he had just achieved some great feat. ”Now I am able to become the father of my own child! Hina—Hina—!”

I nearly laughed.

Give birth?

This thing couldn’t even reach her womb.

But I didn’t say that.

Instead, I just watched as Ryan’s face twisted between shame and hope, his tiny cock twitching in the open air, his wife’s eyes filled with pity.

And I knew—

This was going to be fun.