Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 293: Jealous Ada’s Lies: It Itches

I adjusted my aim, letting the stream drench her fully, my voice a dark purr. ”You like that, don’t you? Getting marked like my little slut...”

”Yesss—!” Ruth moaned, her hips lifting, chasing the heat. ”I love it! It’s so dirty—ah!—but I want more!” Her eyes flickered up at me, dark and desperate, her lips swollen from biting them.

”Your cock is so hard, Dexter...” Ruth whispered, her voice thick with need, her fingers tracing the cold porcelain as if grounding herself. ”You must be in pain...” She bit her lip, her thighs trembling, her pussy still glistening from the warmth of my piss. ”Please... fuck me... Put it inside me... now.”

But before I could press forward, before my cock could breach Ruth’s waiting heat, a soft, needy moan cut through the air—”Aaaah...”—raw and pained.

We both snapped our heads toward Ada, who stood clutching her thighs, her breath ragged, her eyes locked onto my cock with a hunger so fierce it bordered on desperation. Her lips were bitten raw, her nipples stiff as pebbles, her pussy already glistening—not from arousal alone, but from the ache of being left out.

I stepped back, my hard cock nearly brushing Ada’s trembling thighs as I closed the distance between us. ”Mother Ada...” My voice was low, laced with false concern, my fingers already itching to touch her. ”What happened?”

Ruth scurried to her side, panic edging her voice. ”Mother, are you hurt somewhere? Let Dexter take a look—”

Ada didn’t hesitate. In one sudden, fluid motion, she bent forward, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands, her pussy and asshole fully exposed, dripping and flushed. ”Dexter...” Her voice trembled, but her eyes burned with calculation.

”My asshole... it’s... itching...” She shifted slightly, her fingers trembling as she spread herself wider, her asshole pulsing, glistening with need. ”Please... take a look...”

Ruth frowned, her brow furrowing in genuine concern. ”Mother, your asshole looks swollen... Dexter, what should we do—?”

I smirked internally. Oh, Ada. She couldn’t hold back anymore—just like last time, when I’d fucked her under the guise of ”healing” her pulsing, itchy asshole, when in truth, it was her dripping, desperate pussy that had betrayed her. And now? She was using the same excuse, her body already betraying her with the slick, shameless evidence of her need.

I crouched behind her, my cock throbbing as I traced a finger along the tight ring of her asshole, feeling it clench under my touch. ”Hmm...” I murmured, my voice a dark, knowing purr.

”It does look irritated...” My finger pressed deeper, circling slowly, and Ada let out a broken whimper, her hips pushing back into my hand.

”Dexter...” She moaned, her voice shaking. ”It burns... I need you to... fix it...”

Ruth stood frozen, her own throbbing need momentarily forgotten as she stared at her mother’s obscenely spread ass, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and dawning realization. ”But how? What can we—?” Her voice trembled, her fingers twitching at her sides, her pussy still aching from the denial.

I cut her off, my voice smooth, commanding, laced with false concern. ”Ruth, let me take Mother Ada to the room...” I paused, my eyes locking onto hers, my tone leaving no room for argument. ”And then I’ll take a proper look at her asshole.”

Ruth hesitated, her gaze flicking between Ada’s desperately spread hole and my throbbing cock, still glistening with pre-cum. But she nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line, her body betraying her with a faint shudder of frustrated arousal.

I scooped Ada into my arms, cradling her like a fucking princess, her bare, sweaty body pressing against mine. Her nipples, hard as diamonds, dug into my chest, and she let out a soft, needy whimper, her arms looping around my neck as if she were clinging to salvation. ”Dexter...” she murmured, her voice a breathy, desperate thing, her thighs squeezing around my waist.

I carried her to the bed, my cock straining against her ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her smooth skin. With a deliberate, possessive motion, I laid her down face-first, her breasts pressing into the mattress, her ass still spread, glistening and obscene.

”Ruth.” My voice was a dark command, and she jolted, her eyes snapping to me. ”Help me hold her ass like this.”

She swallowed hard, but obeyed, her hands trembling as she stepped forward, her fingers sinking into Ada’s flesh. With a slow, deliberate motion, she spread her mother’s asscheeks apart, exposing the tight, puckered ring of Ada’s asshole, still twitching and wet from her own dripping arousal.

”Good girl,” I purred, my fingers tracing the slick, trembling entrance. ”I think I need to make it wet...”

I leaned down, my face inches from Ada’s ass, the musky, intoxicating scent of her pussy and asshole filling my lungs. I inhaled deeply, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe from her soaked pussy to her tight asshole, gathering her juices on my tongue. Ada let out a broken, desperate moan, her body jerking, her asshole clenching in response.

”Fuck...” I growled, my cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum dripping onto the bedsheets. The taste of her—sweet, salty, filthy—made my head spin, and I did it again, my tongue pressing against her asshole, circling the tight ring, forcing it to relax under my wet, insistent pressure.

Ada whimpered, her hips bucking, her fingers clawing at the sheets. ”Dexter—please—” Her voice was a wrecked, needy thing, her asshole fluttering against my tongue, begging to be filled.

Ruth watched in stunned silence, her own breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy throbbing as she held her mother’s ass open, her fingers trembling against the soft, spread flesh. ”D-Dexter...” she stammered, her voice thick with conflicted arousal. ”Is this... necessary?”

I pulled back, my lips glistening with Ada’s juices, my eyes locking onto Ruth’s. ”Oh, it’s very necessary,” I murmured, my finger pressing against Ada’s asshole, sinking in past the first knuckle. Ada cried out, her body arching, her asshole sucking me in like a desperate little mouth.

”She’s sick, Ruth,” I lied smoothly, my finger twisting, stretching her. ”Her asshole needs attention... or it’ll just keep aching...”