Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 424: Jack’s Worm vs. Dexter’s Beast

"God, listen to that sloppy hole," Angela purred from beside us, crawling closer on her knees. She reached out without hesitation, cupping Mira’s heavy tits in both hands—kneading the soft flesh roughly, thumbs flicking over the dark, pebble-hard nipples.

"These tits are begging to be played with while you get split open, aren’t they, sister? Look how hard your nipples are—Jack never pinched them like this, did he?"

Mira’s head fell back, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as I bottomed out—my cock buried to the hilt, balls pressed flush against her soaked ass. Her pussy spasmed violently around me, walls rippling in helpless waves, milking me like she was trying to pull every drop out already.

"N-no... he—he never... ahh—Sister Angela—!" Mira stammered, voice shy and broken, cheeks burning crimson even as her hips rolled in tiny, involuntary circles, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "Please... don’t tease me... it’s embarrassing..."

Angela laughed softly, dark and filthy, pinching both of Mira’s nipples between her fingers—twisting just enough to make Mira arch and cry out.

"Embarrassing? Honey, you’re riding my husband’s cock in front of us like a desperate whore, your hairy pussy stretched wide around him, dripping everywhere. And you’re blushing because I’m playing with your tits? That’s adorable."

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to circle one abused nipple before sucking it deep into her mouth—teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

Mira’s whole body jolted, pussy clenching so hard around my cock that I groaned low in my throat. "Oh—god—Angela—your mouth—! It’s—too much—!" she whimpered, voice cracking into shy, erotic little pleas. "I—I’ve never... no one’s ever sucked them like that... Jack just... he barely touched... please—don’t stop—!"

I started thrusting then—slow, deep rolls of my hips that dragged my thick shaft along her fluttering walls, hitting every neglected spot inside her.

Each plunge made her gasp and moan, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the bright cave light. Her tits bounced with every thrust, jiggling in Angela’s hands as she kneaded and pinched, rolling the nipples between her fingers until they turned dark red and swollen.

"Tell her, Mira," Angela murmured against the wet skin of Mira’s breast, popping off the nipple with a filthy suck. "Tell your new sister how much better my husband’s cock feels than that pathetic little prick Jack had. Tell her how full you are right now—how your poor, hungry cunt is finally getting what it’s been crying for."

Mira’s eyes fluttered shut, tears of overstimulation slipping down her cheeks as I picked up speed—fucking her harder now, hips snapping up to bury myself balls-deep with every stroke. Her pussy made lewd, squelching noises around me, juices foaming at the base of my cock, dripping down to soak my balls and the mat beneath us.

"I—I can’t—think—!" Mira sobbed, but the words tumbled out anyway, shy and filthy and trembling. "Dexter’s cock... it’s so thick... stretching me so deep... Jack’s was—ahh!—nothing like this... he never filled me... never made me feel this full... this—wet... oh god, Angela—your fingers—pinch harder—please—!"

Angela obliged with a wicked grin, twisting both nipples sharply while I slammed up into Mira’s spasming cunt. "That’s it, sister... beg for it. Beg for your husband’s cock and your sister’s hands. Look at you—riding him like you were born for it, pussy creaming all over him. You’re gonna come so hard you’ll soak the mat, aren’t you? Gonna scream for us while we watch you fall apart."

Lisa, still kneeling at the side, had her shorts pushed down now, fingers buried deep in her own cunt as she watched. "Fuck, Mira... your hole’s gripping him so tight I can see the veins on his cock every time he pulls out. That hairy pussy’s swallowing him whole—look at the cream ringing his shaft. You’re making such a mess... Jack would’ve come in thirty seconds and rolled over. Dexter’s gonna ruin you for hours."

I growled, one hand sliding up to grip Mira’s throat—not choking, just holding—tilting her head back so I could watch her face as I fucked her harder. "Come on, baby girl... let me feel that tight cunt come. Squeeze me like the desperate little wife you are."

Mira’s moans turned into broken cries, hips slamming down to meet every brutal thrust. "Dexter—please—I’m—gonna—Sister Angela—pinch me—suck me—fuck—I’m coming—!"

Angela latched onto one nipple again—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while her fingers twisted the other mercilessly. Mira shattered.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist, walls convulsing in violent spasms around my cock as she screamed—raw, shameless, echoing off the cave walls. Juices gushed out in hot spurts, soaking my groin, dripping down my balls in thick rivulets. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing wildly in Angela’s hands, thighs trembling so hard she nearly collapsed forward.

But I didn’t stop.

I kept fucking her through it—long, punishing strokes that dragged out every aftershock, making her sob and whimper as oversensitivity set in.

"Too much—too much—Dexter!" she gasped, but her hips still rolled weakly, chasing the overstimulation like she couldn’t help it.

Angela released her nipple with a wet pop, licking her lips as she looked down at where we were joined. "Look at that creamy mess... she came so hard she’s still pulsing around you. Good girl, Mira. Now keep riding—our husband’s not done with you yet. Not by a long shot."

Lisa moaned from the side, fingers moving faster. "Fuck... I want a turn next. Watching her get railed like that... I’m dripping."

I flipped Mira onto her back without pulling out—keeping my cock buried deep—spreading her legs wide so Angela and Lisa could see every inch disappearing into her spasming, cream-covered cunt.

"Round two, wives," I growled, starting to thrust again—slow, deep, relentless. "Mira’s just getting started. And tonight... we’re all going to make sure she never thinks of Jack again."

Mira’s shy, broken whimpers turned into eager, filthy moans as Angela’s hands returned to her tits, pinching and rolling, while I fucked her senseless under the bright, unforgiving light—our new sister completely claimed, body and soul.

I didn’t let Mira come down from her squirting orgasm—not even for a second. Her body was still convulsing, asshole spasming in weak, fluttering aftershocks around the base of my cock, pussy still dripping in slow, exhausted pulses onto the soaked mat. But I wasn’t finished ruining her. Not by a long shot.