Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 473: Jennifer’s Under-Table Surprise

Nathalie nodded obediently, though her cheeks were still flushed and her legs looked a little unsteady. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, then opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

As she walked away, I watched her carefully. Her steps were slightly wider than usual, her ass swaying with each movement.

Every few steps, she paused subtly, clenching her thighs together as she tried to keep the cum-soaked panties from shifting inside her stretched shithole.

The thin night robe clung to her curves, and I could already imagine how the plug would feel — pressing my warm load deeper every time she moved or sat down.

She glanced back once, her eyes full of nervous excitement and filthy submission, before continuing down the hallway toward the dining area where Jennifer and Emily were waiting.

I slipped out through the side door, circled around the house, and strolled casually into the dining room from the main entrance, making it look like I had just returned from outside. Emily still didn’t know the full truth about me, and I wanted to keep it that way for now.

The moment I entered the warmly lit dining room, my eyes locked onto Nathalie. She sat directly opposite me in her thin, silky night robe that barely concealed her curvy body.

The fabric had slipped slightly, revealing the smooth expanse of her long, toned legs under the table.

She kept her thighs pressed tightly together, desperately trying to hold the cum-soaked panties stuffed deep inside her freshly fucked, gaping asshole. Every small shift made my thick load slosh inside her shithole.

Jennifer smiled brightly when she saw me. ”Dexter... you’re finally here. Come, sit down and have dinner with us.”

I nodded and took my seat. Emily, still a little shy but warming up after my previous revelation, immediately began arranging my plate, spooning generous helpings onto it with flushed cheeks.

The seating was perfect for pure filth: Jennifer sat right beside me on my left, Emily next to her mother, and Nathalie was straight across from me, giving me full view of her flushed face and those long legs I was about to violate.

Jennifer poured me a tall glass of water, then leaned close, her hot breath brushing my ear as she whispered filthily, ”You were quite rough with Nathalie earlier... and you kept pounding her asshole even while I was talking to her through the door. You are so fucking bad... I could hear her trying not to moan like a whore.”

She pulled back with a wicked smirk. ”You deserve to be punished for that, you filthy bastard.”

Before I could answer, Jennifer ”accidentally” dropped her spoon with a soft clink.

”Oops... let me get that,” she said innocently.

Emily offered quickly, ”Mom, just leave it. I’ll grab another one.”

Jennifer shook her head playfully. ”No, no. At least let me pick it up.”

She slid gracefully under the tablecloth. The second she disappeared, her hands roamed up my thighs.

She yanked my zipper down, pulled out my thick, heavy cock — still sticky and reeking of Nathalie’s tight shithole and my fresh cum — and buried her face in it like a desperate slut.

She inhaled deeply, sniffing the filthy scent of ass and semen, then choked herself on my cock in one sloppy, wet swallow. Her tongue swirled greedily around the head, tasting every dirty trace of Nathalie’s asshole while she made soft, obscene sucking sounds under the table.

She bobbed hard a few times, gagging quietly, before pulling off with a wet pop, strings of spit dangling from her lips.

”Here, got it!” she announced cheerfully as she emerged, holding the spoon like nothing had happened. Her lips were shiny and swollen.

Jennifer sat back down beside me, looking perfectly normal. But under the table, her hand immediately wrapped around my rock-hard, spit-slick cock and started stroking me slowly and filthily — long, tight strokes from base to tip, squeezing the swollen head and smearing the leftover ass-juice all over my shaft.

I smirked and stretched my legs out until my bare foot found Nathalie’s lap. The moment my toes pressed against her hairy, swollen pussy through the thin robe, Nathalie jolted hard.

A suppressed, throaty moan escaped her before she could stop it — ”Mmmph...!”

She quickly bit her lip, trying to turn it into a cough, but the sound was unmistakable. Her long legs trembled as I rubbed my big toe slowly up and down her dripping cunt lips, spreading her wet, hairy slit and pressing firmly against her throbbing clit.

Emily looked up from her plate, surprised. ”Aunt Nathalie... is everything okay? You sounded... weird just now.”

Nathalie’s face turned bright crimson. She gripped the edge of the table tightly, thighs quivering as I continued rubbing filthy circles on her swollen clit with my toe, feeling fresh pussy cream coating my foot.

”Y-yes... I’m fine, Emily,” she managed, her voice shaky and slightly breathy. ”I just... bit my tongue a little while eating. It’s nothing.”

But I didn’t stop. I pressed harder, dragging my toe through her hairy pussy folds, teasing her entrance while the cum-soaked panties remained stuffed deep in her asshole, making her feel even fuller.

Nathalie’s breathing grew ragged. Another tiny, suppressed whimper slipped out — ”Nngh...” — as her hips twitched involuntarily against my foot.

Jennifer’s hand tightened around my cock under the table, stroking faster now, her thumb swirling over the cum-slick head while she casually ate with her other hand, pretending nothing was happening.

Emily still looked a bit concerned. ”Are you sure? Your face is really red... and you keep squirming.”

Nathalie swallowed hard, fighting back another moan as I rubbed her clit faster with my toe, spreading her dripping juices everywhere. Her voice came out strained and husky:

”I-I’m okay, sweetheart... really. The food is just... a little spicy tonight. That’s all.”

Under the table, the depravity continued. Jennifer was jerking my cock with wet, filthy strokes, while my foot violated Nathalie’s hairy cunt, making her struggle desperately not to moan out loud in front of Emily.

Nathalie’s long legs shook, her toes curling as she tried to keep her expression neutral, but her suppressed little whimpers and the way her body trembled gave away how close she was to losing control.

The dinner table had turned into a den of pure filth — two horny women secretly servicing me while innocent Emily sat right there, completely unaware of the nasty game happening beneath the surface.