Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

”Hmmn... wife... I’m gonna push it inside that virgin asshole,” I growled, my voice thick with lust, grinding the words out as I humped against her. ”Make sure not to scream, you filthy bitch... or I’ll make you choke on your own screams while I split you open.”

I hawked up a thick glob of spit, letting it drip slowly and obscenely from my lips onto my fingers, then smeared it right over her puckered little hole. Her asshole was tiny, a tight, pink rosebud clenching and unclenching in fear, surrounded by a faint ring of soft, dark hairs that I’d tease her about later.

I rubbed the spit in circles, feeling the muscle flutter under my touch—hot, resistant, but already starting to soften from the earlier fingering. It was filthy, the way it winked at me, glistening now with my saliva mixed with her sweat, a musky scent rising up that made my cock twitch harder.

I spat again, this time directly onto my cockhead, stroking myself rough and fast to spread the slickness down the shaft, making it gleam in the low light.

With one hand, I pried her asscheeks apart wide—exposing that vulnerable pucker completely, watching it quiver in the cool cave air. Her hole was so small, barely the width of my thumb, but I could see the way it pulsed, betraying her body’s secret craving even as she whimpered in protest.

I slapped my cock against it—thwack, thwack— the heavy meat smacking her tender flesh, leaving sticky trails of precum that dribbled down her crack toward her dripping cunt. Each slap made her jolt, her asshole tightening then relaxing, like it was begging to be breached.

Finally, I aligned the fat head right against that resisting ring—hot, blunt, and unyielding. I pushed forward with a slow, merciless grind, feeling the tight muscle fight me every inch. It stretched around me like a rubber band about to snap, the rim turning white from the strain as the crown forced its way in with a wet, sucking pop.

Fuck, it was heaven—the heat inside her was scorching, her walls gripping me like a vise, so tight it bordered on pain.

Mira’s entire body trembled violently, her legs shaking, her back arching as if she could escape the burning stretch. Tears poured down her face now, soaking my hand, her muffled sobs turning into high-pitched keens that I barely contained.

I held there for a torturous moment, just the head buried in her virgin ass, savoring the way her hole spasmed around me—clenching and releasing in frantic waves, trying to expel the intruder but only milking me harder.

”Fuck,” I hissed into her ear, my voice raw and filthy. ”Your asshole’s choking my cock, you nasty slut... so fucking tight, like it’s never been touched.

But look at it now—stretched wide around me, that pretty pink rim all puffy and red, begging for more. You’re leaking everywhere, Angela... your cunt’s jealous, dripping like a faucet while I claim this dirty little backdoor.”

I rocked forward another inch, burying deeper into that molten heat, feeling her inner walls ripple and flutter in panic. Her asshole was velvet-smooth inside, ridged and textured in ways that made my balls ache, every tiny movement sending sparks up my spine.

Sweat poured down her crack, mixing with my spit and precum, turning the invasion into a slick, obscene slide. She bucked weakly, her hands fisting the sleeping bag, but all it did was drive me deeper—another inch, then two—until half my cock was lodged in her guts, stretching her to the limit.

Across the bed, Angela’s breathing was a ragged mess now, short gasps she couldn’t hide, her body shifting subtly like she was rubbing her thighs together.

Lisa hadn’t said a word, but the air hummed with her wakefulness—probably fingering herself quietly, the sneaky bitch, getting off on the sounds of me ruining her friend.

I pressed my forehead to the back of Mira’s neck, inhaling the sharp tang of her fear-sweat and arousal, my free hand sliding down to slap her clit lightly—making her asshole clench even tighter around me.

”Shhh,” I whispered, lips grazing her skin as I pushed in deeper still, bottoming out with a guttural groan.

”Take it quiet, you ass-fucked whore... or I’ll fuck you so hard the whole cave hears how your filthy hole slurps and farts around my cock, milking every drop while your friends pretend not to watch.”

Her body shook with silent sobs, but her asshole—god, her asshole—was alive, pulsing and gripping like it was made for this, the tight ring stretched obscenely around my girth, turning white-knuckled from the strain.

I pulled back slow, feeling the drag of her walls clinging to me, then slammed back in—harder, deeper—starting a rhythm that made her tits bounce and her breath hitch in broken whimpers.

Precum leaked inside her, lubricating the way for filthier thrusts, her hole making wet, squelching sounds with every plunge. I reached around to finger her sopping cunt again, curling three digits deep while my thumb teased her clit, turning her into a trembling mess of overstimulation.

”You love this, don’t you, Angela?” I growled louder now, playing the game, knowing the others could hear.

”Your virgin asshole is finally getting wrecked... all raw and gaping by morning. I’m gonna fill it up, baby—pump you full of cum until it leaks out that stretched-out hole, marking you as my dirty cumdump right here in front of them.”

Mira’s muffled cries grew frantic, her body betraying her completely—hips starting to rock back to meet my thrusts, her asshole loosening just enough to take me balls-deep, the filthy slap of skin on skin echoing softly.

I slapped her ass again for good measure—phhhhat—the wet, meaty crack ringing through the cave like a whipcrack in the night. Her plump cheek jiggled violently under my palm, the skin already blooming with angry red handprints that glowed faintly in the amber lamp light.

Her asshole clenched hard mid-thrust, the stretched rim gripping my cock like a desperate fist, trying to suck me deeper even as her body screamed in protest. The filthy squelch of my shaft plunging in and out of her slicked-up backdoor filled the humid air—wet, obscene, unmistakable.

Then, somehow—through sheer frantic willpower—Mira managed to work the soaked panties I’d stuffed in her mouth earlier free. They dropped from her lips with a soft, wet slap against the sleeping bag. Her voice broke free in a raw, trembling moan that sliced right through the pretense.

”Aah... Dexter... wait... don’t... it’s me... hmmm... Mira...”

The name hung there, fragile and shattering.

I froze mid-thrust—cock buried balls-deep in her spasming asshole—then yanked my hand away from her mouth like I’d been burned. Shock rippled across my face, real enough to sell the act. My eyes widened, mouth falling open in exaggerated disbelief as I stared down at her flushed, tear-streaked face in the dim glow.

”Mira...”

She didn’t give me time to recover.