Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 3: Caught Redhanded

Dexter gazed at Helena, his eyes burning with the same intense desire she felt. “Which one do you prefer, Helena? Your worthless husband’s pathetic small dick or my massive, thick cock?” he questioned, his tone husky with lust, as his hand extended to grasp her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

Helena locked eyes with him, her stare mirroring his fiery hunger. “Yours, Dexter,” she replied, her hand mimicking a tiny size to indicate her husband’s mere three inches, a sly grin curling her lips.

Helena sneered, her words laced with contempt. “That failure can’t even stay erect. His minuscule cock pales in comparison to yours, Dexter. I crave you to take me, to make me feel alive as a woman once more. His useless little prick could never give me the sensations you provide.”

While Helena uttered those words, she shifted to offer her rear to Dexter, her form quivering in eager expectation. She dropped to her hands and knees, parting her thighs broadly, arching her spine in a provocative curve.

With both hands, she reached behind, her fingers sinking into the plush cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them apart to expose her private depths.

Dexter’s gaze expanded at the view of Helena’s anus. It appeared tidy and pristine, the surrounding skin flawless and silky. The folds encircling her anus stood out, enhancing its appeal. When she tightened, her anus appeared to pulse and flirt with him, a seductive beckon.

Dexter aligned himself at her back, his shaft pulsing urgently, the engorged tip already glistening with pre-cum as it nudged the snug ring of her anus. His body’s warmth emanated onto her flesh, opposing the room’s chilly, motionless atmosphere.

“Helena...” His tone rumbled low, thick with urgency. “You’re making me lose my damn mind.” His digits explored the fine lines of her opening, taunting, claiming. “Ready for this sweet little asshole to get wrecked?”

Her response came too slowly.

SMACK.

His hand slapped her ass sharply, the noise crisp and lewd, reverberating around the space. Helena inhaled sharply, her frame jerking ahead as a fractured groan escaped her mouth.

“Aah—! Not so— smack —rough—!” The burn spread over her skin, fiery and vivid, contrasting the room’s coolness.

Dexter pressed on without mercy. His palm struck once more—SMACK—a fresh welt appearing next to the initial one. “Say what you desire,” he ordered, his voice deep and authoritative. “Or I’ll force you to plead for it.”

SMACK.

“Fuck—!” Helena’s cry broke, her body shaking. Then, panting, she glanced over her shoulder at him, lips ajar, eyes misty with longing. “I... I want your rigid cock...” She nibbled her bottom lip, her tone turning into a husky murmur. “To take my untouched asshole...” A tremor coursed through her. “Hmm... please, Dexter...”

Those words made his cock jerk, the idea of penetrating her virgin passage fueling a savage ache within him. He sensed her warmth, the way her form shivered—mixing dread and fervent eagerness.

“Certain about this?” he teased, rubbing the fat crown of his shaft against her portal, allowing her to sense his girth. “Once I begin, there’s no turning back.”

Helena dipped her head, her breathing faltering. “Yes...” Her words were a faint murmur, yet the desperation rang clear. “I’m prepared. I need you buried in me.”

Dexter held back no longer.

He thrust—gradually, unyieldingly—the wide head of his cock piercing her constricted band. Helena drew in a ragged breath, her muscles stiffening, nails clawing the bedding as she experienced the expansion around him. “Oh god—! Dexter, it’s—too huge—!” Her pitch rose, frantic, her anus gripping the invader while he delved further.

And damn, she gripped him fiercely.

Dexter seized her hips, his grip bruising her tender flesh, and drove the head of his cock into her constricted anus. “You’re incredible, Helena. So snug and hot.”

Helena groaned, her eyes fluttering shut, her frame convulsing in ecstasy. “Aaaaaaaah, fuck... hmmm... it’s... aaah, spreading me... apart... aaaaaaah. Yes, Dexter, exactly like that.”

Abruptly, just as Dexter prepared to advance, the room’s door groaned open, catching both Helena and Dexter off guard. They whipped around to find a man in the doorway. It was Helena’s spouse, Peter, the one Dexter had encountered at the gathering.

Helena’s panic surged, her tone quivering, her posture still bare and defenseless. “Peter, it’s not as it seems! We were only...”

Dexter’s shaft pulsed within Helena’s anus, drawing another moan from her. “Aaaaaah. Peter, please, allow me to clarify.”

Dexter felt uneasy, yet believed it trivial. His father would sort it out. “Uncle, let’s discuss this calmly. No reason to lose control.”

Peter’s eyes bulged red as he bellowed, rage flooding his words. “Bitch... stop that while you’re screwing him... you bastard... How dare you invite him into our house, our bedroom?”

Dexter regarded Peter and attempted to ease tensions. “Hi, uncle... heh... We were merely enjoying ourselves. Nothing serious.”

Peter viewed Dexter’s casual manner as mockery. He shouted, his voice quaking with wrath. “You bastard... banging my wife on my bed... How can you insult me this way?”

Helena inched ahead, her form still quaking, and Dexter’s cock slipped free from her ass with a faint slick pop. She hurried to shield her nudity, her plea soft. “Peter, please, let’s settle down and discuss.”

Peter disregarded her, his attention shifting to the closet. He retrieved an item that stunned both Dexter and Helena. Dexter’s alarm spiked upon seeing the firearm in Peter’s grasp, his shout urgent. “Uncle, what’s that for? Drop the gun!”

Peter’s tone turned icy and deliberate. “I sensed something off at the party with you two... I caught you passing her a message. Bastard, you think I’m clueless? So I invented a reason to leave, and you, slut, summoned him... You’re nothing but a tramp and a harlot...”

Dexter sought to persuade him, keeping his voice even amid the terror. “Uncle... It’s not worth this... and remember my father... If harm comes to me... he won’t spare you...”

Peter laughed bitterly. “Quiet... You think I fear your father? Here’s the tale: You entered... attempting to assault my wife... In her fright, she fired at you... and you perished right here...”

Peter aimed the gun at Helena, his threat chilling. “What say you, whore? Does this plan suit? Do you consent to this version?”

Terrified of actual death without compliance, Helena bobbed her head rapidly, her whisper faint. “Yes, Peter. It works. I consent.”

Peter fired abruptly, the blast resounding in the chamber. Dexter cried out, anguish and disbelief lacing his voice. “Uncle, no.... Please, halt!”

Peter persisted. He emptied his weapon, each discharge booming like thunder in the confined area. Dexter’s form collapsed to the ground, vitality ebbing swiftly.

As his sight dimmed, he caught the terror on Helena’s features, her distant shrieks. Dexter sensed his existence draining, then only void remained.