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

Dexter fixed his gaze on Helena, his eyes burning with a carnal hunger that was mirrored in her own expression. "Which cock do you prefer, Helena? Your loser husband’s pathetic little thing, or my big, thick cock?" he questioned, his voice gravelly with lust. He reached out to squeeze her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple and eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

Helena met his stare, her own desire matching his intensity. "It’s yours, Dexter," she admitted. She made a dismissive gesture with her hand, indicating that her husband’s member was barely three inches long, a mocking smirk dancing on her face.

Helena snorted, her tone saturated with contempt. "That failure can’t even get it up. His tiny little cock is nothing compared to yours, Dexter. I need you to fuck me, to make me feel like a real woman again. His pathetic little thing could never satisfy me the way you do."

As she spoke, Helena shifted to present her backside to Dexter, her frame quivering with excitement. She dropped to all fours, spreading her knees wide and arching her spine seductively.

Reaching back with both hands, her fingers gripped the soft flesh of her glutes, pulling them wide apart to expose her most private area.

Dexter’s eyes grew wide as he observed Helena’s asshole. It was pristine and tidy, the surrounding skin smooth and without blemish. The delicate folds around her asshole were clearly visible, enhancing the allure. As she pulsed, her asshole seemed to breathe and wink at him, offering a tempting invitation.

Dexter moved into position behind Helena, his cock throbbing and aching. The swollen head was already slick with pre-cum as it pressed against the tight pucker of her asshole. The heat radiating from his body pressed against her skin, standing out against the cool, quiet air of the bedroom.

"Helena..." His voice was a low growl, heavy with longing. "You’re driving me fucking insane." His fingers traced the sensitive creases of her entrance, teasing her and asserting his dominance. "Are you ready to have this pretty little asshole destroyed?"

She did not respond quickly enough.

SMACK.

His palm struck her backside with a sharp, obscene crack that resonated through the room. Helena gasped, her body jerking forward as a broken moan escaped her lips.

"Aah—! Don’t be so— smack —hard—!" The sting radiated across her skin, leaving a red and angry mark, the heat of the blow searing in the cool air.

Dexter did not stop. His hand descended again—SMACK—leaving another mark right next to the first one. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his voice dark and authoritative. "Or I’ll make you beg for it."

SMACK.

"Fuck—!" Helena’s voice broke, her entire frame shaking. Breathless, she glanced back at him, her lips slightly open and her eyes clouded with lust. "I.... I want your hard cock..." She bit down on her bottom lip, her voice sinking into a seductive whisper. "To fuck my virgin asshole..." A tremor passed through her. "Hmm... please, Dexter..."

His cock twitched at her words; the prospect of invading her untouched hole made him throb with a primal craving. He could feel her heat and the way her body trembled—a mix of fear and desperate longing.

"You sure?" he taunted, pushing the thick head of his cock against her entrance so she could feel his full size. "Because once I start, I’m not stopping."

Helena nodded, her breathing becoming hitched. "Yes..." Her voice was barely a whisper, yet the desperation in it was undeniable. "I’m ready. I need you inside me."

Dexter did not hesitate.

He pushed forward—slowly and relentlessly—as the broad tip of his cock breached her tight ring. Helena gasped, her muscles tensing and her nails clawing into the bedsheets as she felt herself stretching around him. "Oh god—! Dexter, it’s—so big—!" Her voice was high-pitched and desperate, her asshole clenching around the intrusion as he buried himself deeper.

And fuck, she was incredibly tight.

Dexter gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft skin, and slammed the head of his cock into her tight asshole. "You feel so good, Helena. So tight and warm."

Helena moaned, her eyes rolling back as her body shook with intense pleasure. "Aaaaaaaah, fuck... hmmm... it’s... aaah, it’s stretching me... wide... aaaaaaah. Yes, Dexter, just like that."

Suddenly, just as Dexter prepared to thrust again, both he and Helena heard the room's gate creak open. They spun around to see a man standing in the doorway. It was Peter, Helena’s husband, whom Dexter had encountered at the party.

Helena fell into a panic, her voice shaking while her body remained exposed and vulnerable. "Peter, it’s not what you think! We were just..."

Dexter’s cock throbbed inside Helena’s asshole, forcing another moan from her. "Aaaaaah. Peter, please, let me explain."

Dexter felt nervous, but he convinced himself it wasn't a major issue. He assumed his father would clean up the mess. "Uncle, we can talk about this. There’s no need to overreact."

Peter’s eyes were bloodshot as he screamed, his voice overflowing with fury. "Bitch... can you not say that while you are fucking him... motherfucker... You dare bring him into our home, into our bed?"

Dexter looked at Peter and attempted to de-escalate the situation. "Hello, uncle... he he... We were just having a bit of fun. No harm done."

Peter took Dexter’s mocking attitude as a direct insult. He roared, his voice trembling with rage. "You motherfucker... fucking my wife in my bed... How dare you disrespect me like this?"

Helena moved forward, her body still shaking, and Dexter’s cock popped out of her ass with a faint, wet sound. She tried to shield herself, her voice pleading. "Peter, please, let’s just calm down and talk."

Peter ignored her, his eyes fixed on the wardrobe. He pulled out an object that shocked both Dexter and Helena. Dexter panicked the moment he saw Peter holding a gun, his voice rising in terror. "Uncle, what are you doing? Put the gun down!"

Peter’s voice was cold and clinical. "I knew at the party something was wrong with you two... And I saw you give her that note. Motherfucker, do you think I am blind? I just made an excuse to go out, and you, bitch, called him right in... You are nothing but a whore and a slut..."

Dexter tried to use logic, his voice steady despite his growing fear. "Uncle... It’s not that serious... and don’t forget who my father is... If anything happens to me... he will never let you go..."

Peter let out a dark chuckle. "Shut the fuck up... Do you really think I’m scared of your dad? I’ll tell you what’s going to happen... You broke in here... and you were trying to rape my wife... So, in a panic, my wife shot you... and you died right here..."

Peter aimed the gun at Helena, his voice full of menace. "What do you think, whore? Is that okay? Do you agree with this story?"

Helena, terrified she would be killed if she didn't comply, nodded frantically, her voice a mere whisper. "Yes, Peter. It’s okay. I agree."

Suddenly, Peter fired, the blast echoing through the room. Dexter screamed, his voice filled with agony and shock. "Uncle, don’t.... Please, stop!"

Peter didn’t stop. He emptied the gun, every shot sounding like a thunderclap in the confined space. Dexter’s body collapsed to the floor, his life force fading rapidly.

As his vision began to fail, he saw the terror on Helena’s face and heard her screams as if they were coming from far away. Dexter felt his life slipping away until there was nothing left but total darkness.