Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 158: Vera’s Humiliation

Vera’s body trembled violently in my arms, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she clung to me. ”Hmm... I can’t... it hurts so much...” Her voice was thick with humiliation and pain, her nails digging into my shoulders as she fought to hold back the inevitable. ”How can I poop like this...? It’s too much—!”

I held her tightly, my mind racing with a filthy, depraved idea. Vera was in her 30s—unmarried, her body ripe and untouched by the hands of a man for far too long.

The thought sent a dark, electric thrill through me. I didn’t know much about her, but right now, all I could focus on was the way her body responded to me—the way her skin flushed, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled with need.

I lowered my voice to a dark, husky murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. ”Aunt Vera... why don’t you remove your skirt first?” My fingers traced the edge of her waist, my touch deliberate, teasing. ”I have an idea...”

Vera didn’t argue. The pain—or the pressure—was too much to bear. She nodded frantically, her fingers fumbling with the ties of her skirt.

The skirt slipped down her hips, pooling at her feet, revealing her thick, curly blonde pubic hair, her thighs glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her pussy was plump, her lips slightly parted, the scent of her arousal mixing with the musk of her desperation.

My hands slid down, gripping her ass with rough possession. Vera gasped, her body tensing as my fingers sank into her soft flesh. ”What—what are you doing?!” Her voice was a mix of shock and something else—something darker, something needy.

[100 Pervert Points: Groped Aunt Vera’s ass (50 per cheek)]

I didn’t answer. Instead, I lifted her effortlessly, my hands cupping the underside of her ass, my fingers pressing into the soft, yielding flesh. Vera instinctively locked her legs around my waist, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck, her tits pressing against my chest.

The scent of her—musky, sweet, intimate—filled my nose, making my cock throb painfully against my skirt. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her body trembling with a mix of shame and need.

Vera’s voice was a confused, breathless whisper. ”Dexter...?”

I smirked, my voice a dark growl. ”Aunt Vera... let me spread that ass wide for you.” My thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her asscheeks, pulling them apart, exposing her tight, puckered asshole. ”You can take a shit without putting weight on your waist this way... and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

Vera moaned as I spread her asscheeks wider, my thumbs pressing into the soft, yielding flesh, her body shuddering with the exposure. ”Hmm... aaaaaaah—!” Her breath hitched, her fingers clawing at my shoulders as the pressure built inside her.

She turned her head slightly, her voice trembling with humiliation and something far more desperate. ”Dexter... are you really okay with this?” Her cheeks burned crimson. ”Because I can’t control where my shit will fall... I might dirty you... disgust you...”

I didn’t flinch. My voice was rough, my grip unyielding. ”It’s okay, Aunt Vera.” My cock ached, my mind spinning with filthy possibilities. ”I want this.”

Vera’s voice dropped to a shameful, trembling whisper, her fingers pressing weakly against my chest. ”Dexter... remove your skirt.” Her breath hitched, her body trembling with humiliation and need. ”So it won’t get stained by accident...”

My cock twitched at the command, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. I didn’t argue. I didn’t hesitate.

I held Vera tightly with one arm, my grip firm around her waist, keeping her ass spread wide with my other hand. Then, with a swift motion, I let my skirt drop, pushing it behind me with my legs. Vera couldn’t see what was happening below—her focus was on the agonizing pressure in her gut, her body trembling in my arms.

The moment my skirt hit the ground, my cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and rock-hard, the swollen head pressing against the soft, yielding flesh of Vera’s ass. The heat of my erection seared into her skin, my pulse throbbing with dark, forbidden arousal. But the system stayed silent—no points, no reward. My cock hadn’t actually touched her pussy yet. Just her ass. Just the underside of her cheeks, the flesh so soft it made my cock twitch with need.

I glanced down, my gaze raking over Vera’s heaving cleavage, the leaves barely clinging to her nipples, her skin flushed with humiliation and effort. The sight only made my cock throb harder, pre-cum dripping from the tip, my balls aching with filthy, depraved hunger.

But Vera didn’t notice.

Her entire world had shrunk to the agonizing pressure in her gut, her voice trembling with desperation. ”Dexter... put me down...” She squirmed in my grip, her body tense, her ass clenching against my cock. ”This isn’t okay... my poop will likely fall right on your foot—!”

I hesitated.

She wasn’t wrong.

In this position, if she let go, her shit would splatter all over my feet. The thought made my stomach lurch. Fuck. The last thing I wanted was to spend the next week retching at the memory of Vera’s shit oozing between my toes.

I adjusted my grip, my voice rough with dark amusement. ”Aunt, why don’t I do this...”

Before she could protest, I sank to my knees in the dirt, my hands still gripping her asscheeks, spreading them wide. But now, I shifted her backward, lifting her slightly so her ass was positioned just over the chamber pot, her legs still locked around my waist. Her pussy was right there—plump, glistening, the scent of her musk filling my nose—her thighs trembling as she fought to hold back.

Her weight was supported by my knees and the strength of my arms, her ass hovering over the pot, her body bent slightly forward, her tits pressing against my chest. The position forced her pussy dangerously close to my face, her asshole puckering with effort, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

”This way,” I murmured, my voice a dark, filthy purr, ”your poop won’t fall on me.”

Vera’s body tensed as she realized the new position—her ass suspended over the pot, her legs still wrapped around me, her pussy inches from my face. The air was thick with the scent of her desperation, her muscles straining, her asshole twitching as she fought to hold back.

And then—

She looked down.

Her breath caught.

Her eyes locked onto my cock—thick, veiny, throbbing—fully exposed, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum, the cock twitching with dark, forbidden hunger. It was right there, pressed against her inner thigh, the heat of it branding her skin.

”O-Oh my gods!!” Vera’s face burned crimson, her voice a horrified, breathless whisper. ”Dexter—your cock—! It’s—it’s so hard!!”