Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Vera’s face burned crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she listened, her mind struggling to process my words. ”W-what do you mean...?” Her voice was a whisper, her fingers still pressed against her waist, as if she couldn’t quite believe the absence of pain.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. ”When you rode me, your hips had to open completely, your spine had to straighten to take me all the way in.” My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against her back, my touch sending a shiver through her.

”The pressure of my cock inside you... It realigned everything. Your muscles relaxed, your bones shifted back into place.” I smirked, my voice thick with dark satisfaction. ”My cock didn’t just fill you, Aunt Vera. It fixed you.”

Vera’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she processed my explanation. ”B-but that’s... that’s not possible—!” Her voice was weak, her mind racing, but her body betrayed her—her thighs pressing together slightly, her pussy still aching with need.

I chuckled, my fingers sliding lower, brushing against the top of her ass, my touch making her gasp. ”Oh, it’s possible.” My voice was a dark purr, my gaze locked onto hers.

”You felt it yourself, didn’t you? The way your body moved on its own, the way your hips rolled to take me deeper.” My fingers traced the curve of her ass, my touch teasing, possessive. ”Your body knew what it needed. And it used my cock to get it.”

Vera’s face burned with humiliation, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. ”I—I didn’t mean to—!” Her voice was thick with shame, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching with the memory of my cock inside her.

I didn’t let her finish.

I stepped even closer, my cock pressing against her stomach, my voice a filthy growl. ”But it worked, didn’t it?” My lips brushed against her ear, my breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Vera’s body trembled, her breath hitching as she felt the hardness of my cock against her, the memory of it inside her still fresh and aching.

”And now that your waist is healed...” My hand slid around her waist, my fingers brushing against her pussy, making her gasp sharply. ”Can you wash your asshole by yourself?”

Vera hesitated for only a second before nodding, her face burning with humiliation. She turned away from me, her body tense as she moved to the edge of the stream.

Vera knelt at the edge of the stream, her back arched slightly, her ass raised just enough to give me a perfect view. The water trickled over her skin, her fingers trembling as she reached between her cheeks, her touch hesitant but thorough.

I crouched behind her, my gaze locked onto the obscene sight—her asshole, still slightly gaping from the strain of holding back, twitching and clenching as she washed herself.

Her fingers spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, puckered hole, the skin around it still flushed and sensitive. The water dripped over it, her fingertips circling gently, washing away the last traces of filth.

Every time her fingers brushed over it, her asshole would clench, the muscles tightening before relaxing again, as if remembering the way my cock had stretched her open.

The sight was filthy—her hole glistening with water, her fingers working in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching every time she touched herself there.

”Hmm...” A shameful, breathless sound escaped her lips, her body trembling slightly as she cleaned herself. Her other hand moved between her thighs, her fingers sliding over her pussy, washing away the slick remnants of her arousal.

The water mixed with her juices, dripping down her fingers, her touch making her gasp softly. ”Aaaah...” Her thighs pressed together for a moment, as if trying to ease the ache that still lingered, her asshole clenching again at the sensation.

I could see everything—the way her asshole puckered when she touched it, the way her pussy lips glistened, still swollen and sensitive.

The way her fingers slipped between her folds, washing herself with shy, hesitant movements, her breath growing heavier as she worked. The water trickled down her skin, dripping between her cheeks, her asshole twitching as if begging for more.

She shifted slightly, her fingers pressing a little deeper, her asshole clenching around nothing, the muscles fluttering as she cleaned herself. ”Nnn...” Another shameful sound escaped her, her body trembling as she fought to keep her composure.

The sight was intoxicating—her asshole, so tight and sensitive, her fingers working it open just enough to clean it, her pussy glistening and swollen, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Vera’s breath hitched as she finished, her fingers lingering for a moment before pulling away. Her asshole clenched one last time, the muscles twitching as if craving something more, something thicker. She shifted slightly, her thighs pressing together, her body still trembling with shame and need.

I didn’t look away.

Not for a second.

Then—

A voice cut through the tension like a knife.

”Dexter, what are you doing?”

I turned sharply to see Ruth standing there, her arms crossed, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and something far more dangerous.

She was holding two leaf skirts—mine and Vera’s—dangling them between her fingers, her gaze flicking between us with a knowing smirk.

I didn’t miss a beat.

”Nothing,” I said, my voice smooth, though my cock was still rock-hard and aching. ”Just making sure Aunt Vera washed her asshole properly. Wouldn’t want any leftover mess, would we?” I shot Vera a quick, dark glance, my lips curling into a smirk.

Ruth’s eyebrows shot up, her gaze lingering on Vera, who quickly stood up, her face burning with humiliation. ”I found these on the ground,” Ruth said, lifting the skirts slightly, her voice laced with amusement. ”When I went to search for you... And you two were nowhere to be found.”

Vera’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she forced herself to speak, her voice trembling. ”They’re ours...” She reached out, taking the skirts from Ruth, her fingers fumbling with the fabric.

”This one is Dexter’s. I—I asked him to remove it...” She swallowed hard, her gaze darting to the ground, unable to meet Ruth’s eyes. ”I couldn’t even sit to take a poop, so he held me to help... and I asked him to remove his skirt so it wouldn’t get stained...”

She didn’t mention my cock.

She didn’t mention how it had stretched her, how it had filled her, how she had ridden it like her life depended on it.