Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Maya’s fingers simply trembled around the thick, slick cock as if she couldn’t decide whether to stop me or help me thrust harder while her mind continued to spiral into pure, vulgar surrender.

[Why am I letting him do this...? Why does part of me not want him to stop...? His cock feels so thick and hot rubbing against my pussy... every time the head hits my clit I feel like I’m going to make a sound too loud...]

The quiet, wet sounds of my cock fucking between her slick thighs and dragging through her dripping folds filled the small space between our bodies while Rachel and Victoria slept on, completely unaware of how thoroughly I was using Maya’s body in the moonlight.

Maya’s eyes were fixed on Victoria’s sleeping face only a short distance away. Until yesterday, she had been certain of her feelings for this woman — the deep, complicated love and longing she had carried for years.

But now, with my thick cock rubbing filthy and wet against her most private flesh, that certainty was crumbling.

The emotions she had always directed toward Victoria felt distant, confused, almost unreal compared to the overwhelming heat currently pulsing between her legs.

A soft, shaky breath left her.

Slowly, almost desperately, Maya reached down between her thighs and covered her dripping pussy with one hand, trying to create a barrier.

My cock immediately poked against her palm instead, the precum-smeared head sliding across her fingers and the back of her hand with every short thrust.

The heat of it, the sticky wetness, and the way it kept pushing against her hand only made her more aware of how hard and eager it still was.

Maya suddenly turned over so that she was facing me fully. The soft grass rustled quietly under her body. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears in the moonlight, the wet sheen making them look even larger and more fragile.

Her expression was a tangled mess of panic, deep shame, leftover arousal, and desperate plea. She kept her voice to the softest possible whisper, barely more than a trembling breath, terrified of waking Victoria or Rachel.

”Dexter... please don’t do this. I beg you... I... I can’t... not like this...”

Her voice cracked on the last words. The hand that had been covering her pussy trembled between us, fingers still slick and shiny with the sticky mixture of my precum and her own leaking juices.

A thin strand of that wetness stretched between her fingers and the swollen lips of her cunt before breaking. Her bare thighs were glistening, and the leaf skirt was still bunched uselessly around her waist, leaving everything exposed.

I looked at her teary face for a long moment. The sight of those wet, pleading eyes and the genuine fear mixed with guilt in them made something inside me hesitate.

My cock was still painfully hard, throbbing in the cool air, the head flushed dark and continuously leaking.

Every instinct screamed at me to ignore her words, push her hand away, and sink into that dripping heat she had been rubbing against for so long.

If this had been almost any other woman — someone like Mira, or any of the others I had played with, used, and ruined without a second thought — I would have already shoved myself inside her and fucked her through her protests until she came undone.

But Maya was different.

She held a special place in both my heart and Mom’s. She wasn’t just another body. She was the woman who had protected our family from the shadows for years, the one Mom still quietly loved and felt indebted to, the one I myself had come to care about more than pure lust could explain.

Crossing that final line while she was looking at me with those broken, teary eyes felt suddenly wrong in a way nothing else had.

I exhaled slowly, the breath shaky with the effort of restraint. The heat in my blood still raged, my cock twitching hard in protest, but I forced myself to regain control.

”...I’m sorry.”

The two words came out rough, almost strained. With them I pulled my hips back. My cock slipped free from between her thighs with a soft, wet, filthy sound — a long strand of mixed precum and pussy juice briefly connected the glistening head to her soaked folds before it snapped.

The sudden cool night air hit the overheated, saliva-and-juice-slicked skin of my cock, making it throb almost painfully.

I forced myself to turn over onto my other side, putting my back completely to her.

My leaf skirt remained bunched up around my waist, leaving my cock fully exposed and standing stiffly against the soft grass, but I made no further move toward her.

I simply lay there, breathing hard, staring into the darkness while the ache of unfulfilled need pulsed through every vein.

Behind me I could hear Maya’s shaky, uneven breathing. For several long seconds she didn’t move at all. Then her raw, conflicted thoughts began to spill into my mind without any effort on my part — so loud and chaotic it was impossible not to hear them.

[He... stopped. He actually stopped when I asked him to...]

[My pussy is still throbbing so hard it hurts... it’s so wet I can feel it sticking to my thighs and dripping onto the grass... his cock was right there... he could have pushed inside me in one thrust and I don’t know if I would have been able to stop him... or if I even would have wanted to...]

[But he pulled back. He’s still hard... I can almost feel how much it must hurt... and it’s my fault. All of it is my fault. I teased him all day. I ground my ass against him on purpose. I exposed my tits and my pussy in front of him again and again.]

[I made him finger my asshole. I stroked his cock. I let him rub against me until I was dripping... and now I’m leaving him aching and unsatisfied because I suddenly got scared.]

[Why do I feel so guilty? It makes my chest hurt...? Why does part of me feel disappointed — even upset — that he stopped? What is wrong with me...? I’m so pathetic...]

[Until yesterday I thought I loved Teacher... I thought that feeling was the strongest thing in my heart. But just now, while his cock was sliding against my pussy, I looked at her sleeping face and felt... almost nothing. Just confusion. What does that mean? Was I never really a lesbian? Or did he break something in me...?]

[If any other man had done even half of what Dexter did tonight, I would have killed him without hesitation. But with him... I can’t hate him. I can’t even stay angry. All I feel is this messy, burning guilt and this shameful heat that won’t go away...]

Maya remained frozen on her side for a long time, staring at my back in the dim moonlight. One of her hands was still sticky from where my cock had rubbed against it; she could feel the cooling precum clinging to her fingers.

The leaf skirt was still hiked up around her waist, her bare, swollen pussy completely exposed to the night air and still dripping steadily onto the grass beneath her. She couldn’t bring herself to pull the fabric down.

Every small shift of her thighs sent another spark of residual pleasure through her oversensitive clit, reminding her of how roughly and thoroughly I had used her body.