Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Maya suddenly raised both hands and covered her eyes tightly, her voice coming out in a high, flustered exclamation.

”Aa...! What are you doing... You pervert...! Put that thing away...! Don’t just stand there like that...!”

She pressed her palms firmly over her face, shoulders hunching as if the mere sight of my exposed cock was too much to bear. The picture of pure embarrassment. Yet the gaps between her fingers remained deliberately wide enough to see through. She was peeking — clearly, repeatedly, unable to stop herself.

I noticed immediately. A slow, shameless smile curved my lips. Instead of putting the grass skirt back on, I wrapped my right hand around the thick base of my cock and gave it a long, deliberate stroke all the way to the tip.

The cock swelled even harder under my palm. I did it again, slower this time, making sure the motion was fully visible in the warm torchlight — the way the skin stretched, the way the veins stood out, the way the swollen head emerged glistening from my fist with every upward pull.

Maya’s breath hitched behind her hands. A soft, wet sound followed — she had gulped. Hard.

The muscles in her throat moved as she swallowed saliva she hadn’t meant to collect. Her fingers twitched, pressing tighter together for a second as if she was trying to force herself to stop looking... only to relax again almost immediately so the view remained clear.

I stroked myself a third time, even more openly, twisting my wrist slightly at the head so she could see the full, vulgar shape of it. A bead of precum formed at the slit and caught the light.

Through my mind-reading ability, her internal voice came through in a messy, escalating rush of shame and growing heat.

[He’s doing it on purpose... stroking it right in front of me... It’s so thick... the head looks even bigger when he pulls the skin back like that...]

[Why am I still looking...? I should turn away completely... but I can’t... My mouth is watering... why is my mouth watering...?]

[Every time he strokes it, the veins stand out more... It’s so hard... so heavy-looking... I held that same cock just a little while ago while he peed... and now he’s showing it off like this...]

Another audible gulp escaped her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, thighs pressing together under the red dress. Her voice came out again, still trying to sound scolding and embarrassed, but the edge had softened into something less convincing.

”S-stop it... Don’t keep moving your hand like that... It’s... it’s indecent... Put it away already...”

Even as she spoke, she continued to peek, eyes locked on the slow, rhythmic motion of my fist sliding along the rigid length. Her thoughts grew filthier with every stroke she witnessed.

[The way it twitches when he squeezes near the head... It’s leaking... that clear drop is getting bigger... What would it taste like if I... No. Don’t think that...]

[My face is so hot... He’s going to notice I’m watching... but I can’t look away... It’s right there... so close... still smelling a little like when I held it earlier...]

[If I moved my hands just a little less, he would see me staring... but I want to keep watching... I want to see how much harder it can get...]

I kept the show going for a few more long strokes, then suddenly let my expression shift. I stopped stroking and instead held my cock loosely, looking down at it with a deliberately pitiful, almost pained expression. My voice came out quieter, laced with exaggerated suffering.

”...Aunt Maya... it has started to hurt now...”

I pointed at the thick, flushed cock that was still standing rigidly upright, the head dark and swollen, a thin string of precum dangling from the tip.

”It’s aching... You wouldn’t leave me like this again, right? The same way you left me that night... after I was already so hard because of you...”

The reminder landed exactly as I intended. Maya’s body stiffened behind her hands. Through Mind Reading, I felt the immediate wave of guilt crash through her — the memory of stopping me the previous night, of leaving me unsatisfied after everything she had already allowed, rose up sharply inside her.

She slowly lowered her hands just enough to look at me properly. Her face was still scarlet, but her eyes had grown conflicted and uncertain.

”...How... how can I help you...?” she asked in a small, embarrassed voice. ”I don’t... I don’t know what you want me to do...”

I stepped a little closer, still fully exposed, and pointed downward — not at her face, but lower, toward the space between her legs.

”Let me...”

Maya’s eyes widened in alarm. She immediately dropped both hands and pressed them firmly over the front of her dress, covering her crotch in a protective, almost panicked motion.

”Don’t even think about it...!” she snapped, voice high and flustered. ”You’re not putting that thing inside me... Not here... not now...!”

I shook my head quickly, putting on an innocent expression again.

”No, no. That’s not what I meant. I mean... let me press it between your thighs. Just between them. Nothing more.”

Maya stared at me. The words hung in the air. Her blush deepened until even her neck was red. For several long seconds she said nothing, only stood there with her hands still covering herself, clearly turning the request over in her mind. The guilt from the previous night and the obvious, painful hardness of my cock were both working on her at once.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

”...Between my thighs...”

Another silence. Then, still not looking directly at me, she held out one hand.

”Give me back my panties first.”

I had been holding the small piece of fabric the entire time. I passed it to her without comment. Maya turned slightly away, stepped into the panties with quick, embarrassed movements, and pulled them up under her dress.

Once they were in place, she smoothed the red fabric down and finally glanced at me again, her expression stern despite the lingering flush on her cheeks.

”Don’t think about putting it in,” she said firmly. ”Not even the tip. You’re only allowed to... put it between my thighs. Nothing else. Understand?”

She stood there waiting for my confirmation, thighs already pressed together in nervous anticipation, the soft material of her freshly replaced panties the only barrier that would exist between my aching cock and her skin.