Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

When the last drops finally left her, Maya quickly stood up straight and glared at me, her face still burning.

”Stop looking...!”

She yanked her red dress back down in a hurried motion, smoothing the fabric over her thighs as if she could erase what had just happened. But then her eyes dropped, and she froze. My cock was still standing fully hard, blatantly poking out from the grass skirt.

Maya’s voice came out tight and accusatory.

”You... you pervert...”

I put on an innocent expression and tilted my head slightly.

”Oh? Hello? Didn’t you tell me before that this is a normal reaction? Or would you rather have a man who doesn’t react at all? Should I be a eunuch instead?”

Maya’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. She looked away, clearly flustered and unable to come up with a sharp reply.

”You... shut up...”

I held the torch out toward her.

”Here. Hold this for a moment. After looking at you just now... I don’t know why, but I suddenly need to pee too.”

I let the words hang for a second, then added with a small, teasing smile,

”Do you also want to take a look?”

I expected her to refuse immediately or snap at me again.

Instead, Maya went quiet. After a long, embarrassed pause, she muttered under her breath, her voice small but surprisingly firm,

”...Hmm. Why not. You’ve already taken advantage of me... so why should I give up the opportunity...”

She took the torch from my hand, her fingers brushing mine, and stood there holding the light, cheeks still scarlet, waiting with a mix of residual shame and defiant curiosity.

I reached down and hooked my thumbs into the waist of the grass skirt. With one slow, deliberate motion, I pushed the woven leaves downward, past my hips, until the entire skirt dropped to my thighs and then to the ground.

My cock sprang fully free into the cool night air — thick, heavily veined, and standing rigidly upright, the swollen head already glistening with a bead of precum.

The torchlight Maya was holding cast a warm, flickering glow directly across it, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every ridge, every pulse, every tight inch of the cock was fully exposed under the light she held.

Maya’s eyes widened. Whatever composure she had been trying to maintain shattered in an instant. Her lips parted slightly, and for a full second she simply stared, the light in her hand trembling just a little. The sheer size and hardness clearly caught her off guard all over again.

I watched her reaction with open amusement and let the teasing words roll out.

”What? Didn’t you already hold it in your hand that night? Why do you look so surprised?”

Maya’s face burned an even deeper crimson. She tried to look away, failed, then forced herself to answer in a small, defensive voice.

”...Yeah. But... I didn’t see it clearly that night. It was dark... and I was... distracted.”

Her eyes flicked back to my cock almost against her will, lingering on the thick cock and the way it pulsed faintly in the open air. Through my Mind Reading ability, her internal voice came through raw and unfiltered, equal parts shock and reluctant, filthy fascination.

[It’s massive... How can someone even take something that thick...? It felt big in my hand that night, but seeing it like this... standing so hard and heavy... the head is so swollen... It’s completely different when I can see every vein...]

I took a small step closer, still completely exposed, and tilted my head with deliberate innocence.

”Then why don’t you help me hold it? It’s a bit hard to aim properly when it’s like this... You already touched it once. What’s the harm in helping again?”

Maya’s head snapped up. She glared at me, but the glare was ruined by the fierce blush that covered her entire face and the way her eyes kept betraying her by dropping back down to my cock. Her fingers tightened around the torch until her knuckles whitened.

”You... you’re shameless...” she muttered, voice shaky. Yet she didn’t immediately refuse.

After a long, tense second, she swallowed hard, shifted the torch to one hand, and reached out with the other. Her fingers wrapped tentatively around the thick, hot cock. The moment her soft palm made contact, a visible shiver ran through her.

My cock throbbed heavily in her grip, the heat of it clearly surprising her all over again. She adjusted her hold, fingers not quite able to close fully around the girth, and held it steady for me, the torchlight still illuminating everything from only a short distance away.

I let out a low breath and finally relaxed the muscles I had been holding. A first, weak spurt of urine sputtered from the tip, splattering against the ground between us. Then the stream broke free properly — a thick, forceful, continuous arc of piss shooting out from the slit of my cock with a heavy, wet hissssssss.

Maya’s eyes locked onto the sight and refused to look away. The golden stream jetted out in a strong, steady curve, the force of it making my cock twitch lightly in her hand with every pulse.

The sound of it hitting the forest floor was loud and unmistakably vulgar in the quiet night — a prolonged, powerful hissss... hissss... hissss... that went on and on.

She could see the way the cock flexed in her grip each time a stronger wave of urine pushed through, the way the swollen head trembled slightly under the pressure, and the way the stream glittered in the torchlight as it left my body.

Through Mind Reading, her thoughts turned filthy and chaotic almost immediately.

[It’s coming out... It’s really coming out of his cock while I’m holding it... The stream is so thick and strong... I can feel it twitching in my hand every time he pisses harder... The sound is so dirty... so loud...]

[His cock is so hot... and heavy... and I’m just standing here holding it while he empties himself in front of me... The piss keeps shooting out... it won’t stop... Why am I getting wet watching this...?]

[The head looks even more swollen while he’s peeing... every vein is standing out... I can feel the warm pulse of the stream running through the cock under my fingers... This is so vulgar... so wrong... but I can’t look away...]

I groaned softly under my breath as the relief hit, hips shifting slightly forward so the stream aimed cleanly past her feet. Maya’s fingers tightened reflexively around me, as if afraid the thick cock might jump out of her grip.