Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The continuous hissssss of my piss filled the air between us while she kept staring, lips slightly parted, cheeks burning, thighs pressing together under her red dress.

Every few seconds my cock gave a stronger throb in her hand, and the stream surged harder for a moment, forcing another wet, heavy splash against the ground.

[It’s still coming... so much of it... His cock keeps pulsing in my palm... I can feel every time a new wave of piss pushes out... The tip is dripping and spraying... It’s so thick and hard even while he’s peeing... How is it still this stiff...?]

[I held this same cock last night... and now I’m holding it again while he uses my hand like a support to piss in front of me... My face is on fire... but the sound is making my stomach feel weird... hot...]

The stream continued for a long time, strong and uninterrupted, my cock remaining rigid and heavy in her trembling grip the entire time. Maya’s breathing had grown shallow.

She kept the torch steady with her other hand, the light never wavering from the vulgar sight of my thick, veined cock and the endless golden arc of piss jetting from the tip she was helping to aim. Her internal voice had dissolved into pure, embarrassed arousal.

[Don’t stop holding it... If I let go, it might make a mess... No... that’s just an excuse... I just want to keep feeling it throb while he pisses... The heat... the weight... the way it jumps every time the stream gets stronger... I’m so wet right now it’s disgusting...]

Only when the pressure finally began to ease did the powerful hiss start to weaken into shorter, intermittent spurts.

Even then my cock stayed rock-hard in her hand, the last weaker jets of urine still forcing themselves out of the tip while Maya continued to stare, face scarlet, thighs clenched, and her mind flooded with the filthiest mix of shame and hunger.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I deliberately let my cock throb and jerk heavily in her grip, the thick cock pulsing against her soft fingers with clear, deliberate strength. Each strong twitch lifted it slightly in her palm, making the weight and heat impossible to ignore.

Maya’s eyes widened. A short, startled exclamation left her lips.

”Why does it keep doing that...?”

I chuckled low in my throat, looking down at the way her hand still wrapped around me.

”It’s because you’re holding it...”

Maya’s face burned even hotter. As if to prove my words, my cock gave one more strong, heavy jerk in her palm, the cock swelling noticeably thicker and hotter against her skin. She could feel the fresh rush of blood, the way it stiffened even further under her touch.

Her voice came out small and flustered as she stared at the rigid length still resting in her hand.

”...It’s... getting even harder... and it’s so hot...”

She still hadn’t let go. Her fingers remained curled around the thick, throbbing cock, feeling every new pulse while the torchlight continued to illuminate the vulgar sight between us.

Instead of stepping back, I suddenly shifted closer. With a small roll of my hips, I dragged the wet, still-damp head of my cock sideways across the front of her red dress, smearing a shiny trail of residual urine and precum over the smooth fabric right above her thigh. The warm, sticky contact left a darkening streak on the material.

Maya’s entire body jolted. She let out a sharp, disgusted cry and tried to pull her hand back, though her fingers still lingered near the cock.

”Eeww...! That’s dirty...! You just finished peeing, and you’re rubbing it on my dress...! Disgusting...!”

I only grinned, completely shameless, and did it again — a slower, more deliberate drag of the thick, wet head across the same spot, pressing a little firmer so she could clearly feel the heat and the moisture seeping into the cloth. Another glossy smear joined the first.

”Dirty?” I echoed, voice low and teasing. ”But you were the one holding it the whole time I was peeing. Your hand is already covered in it. What’s a little more on your dress compared to that? Besides... it means you’re marked now. Every time you look down, you’ll remember you held my cock while I emptied myself right in front of you.”

Maya’s face reached a shade of red that looked almost painful. She glared at me, but the glare was shaky, and her breathing had grown uneven. She finally managed to pull her hand away completely, wiping her palm against her own dress in flustered, angry motions.

”You’re unbelievable...! Completely shameless...! First you make me watch, then you make me hold it, and now you’re wiping that dirty thing on my clothes...!”

I chuckled and reached down to pick up the grass skirt, though I didn’t put it back on yet. My cock remained fully hard and exposed, still glistening faintly in the torchlight. After a moment, I tilted my head and spoke in a tone that pretended to be practical and concerned.

”Anyway... while we’re out here and you already have the dress lifted once, I should really check that ant-bite mark on your ass cheek. The one from before. Just to be sure there’s no infection or swelling left.”

Maya’s eyes widened again. The color on her face, which had only just begun to cool, flared right back to full intensity. She took a half-step back, one hand instinctively moving behind her as if to cover the spot.

”Is that necessary...? I feel fine... There’s no itching or anything... You don’t need to look there again...”

Her voice had gone small and defensive, but the way her thighs pressed together and the way her eyes kept flicking away betrayed how exposed the request made her feel — especially after everything that had just happened with my cock still out and the wet streak of my urine drying on the front of her dress.

Maya’s face was still burning from the wet streak of urine I had left on her dress. She glared at me for a long second, clearly weighing whether she could refuse without looking even more flustered. Finally, she let out a short, defeated huff.

”...Fine. Just make it quick. And don’t you dare say anything weird.”