Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 762: Maya’s Panic Handjob – “Someone Will Hear…!”

Maya’s eyes were still wide as she stared at the thick cock resting heavily against her thigh. The heat of it seemed to burn into her skin. She whispered in a sharp, flustered voice, barely louder than a breath,

"What are you doing...? Put it back... You’re crazy..."

Instead of listening, I wrapped an arm firmly around her waist and pulled her flush against my chest.

The soft, heavy weight of her breasts mashed against me through the thin leaf bra. I buried my face against the side of her neck, inhaling the warm, slightly sweet scent of her skin as I spoke in a low, rough whisper right against her ear.

"Yeah. I am crazy. It’s because of you. You’re the one who made me like this... all the teasing... all the grinding... everything."

Maya’s body stiffened in my arms. A tiny, involuntary shiver ran through her. Her thoughts raced in pure panic mixed with residual guilt and something hotter she didn’t want to name.

[OMG... did I really tease him too much...? What should I do now? If Victoria or Rachel wake up and see us like this... see his cock out... see me touching it... No... that can’t happen...]

[But it’s so hard... and it’s still poking against me...]

I shifted my hips on purpose, dragging the hot, rigid length of my cock along the soft skin of her bare thigh, then pressing the swollen head more firmly against her. The contact made a soft, filthy little sound as precum smeared across her skin.

Maya’s breath hitched. A small, stifled moan slipped out of her throat before she could stop it.

"Nnnh..."

[It poked me again... It’s so hot... the head is wet... Why did I just make that sound...?]

I kept my voice low and strained, almost pleading, while continuing to gently rock my hips so that my cock kept nudging and sliding against her soft thigh.

"It hurts, Aunt Maya... It’s been hard for so long because of you... Please do something..."

Maya glared at me through the dim moonlight, her lips pressed tightly together, but the effect was ruined by the deep flush on her face and the way her breathing had grown uneven.

After a long, tense second, she bit her lower lip hard, then slowly, reluctantly reached down between our bodies.

Her fingers brushed the underside of my cock first. The heat made her hesitate. Then, with a tiny, shaky exhale, she wrapped her hand fully around the thick cock. Her fingers couldn’t completely close around it.

The contrast between her cooler palm and the burning, velvet-hard heat of my cock made her pause again. She could feel every heavy pulse against her skin, the way it twitched and throbbed in her grip like it was alive.

[It’s so thick... my fingers can’t even wrap all the way around it... and it’s so hot it’s almost burning my hand... He’s completely agitated...]

She whispered, her voice small, reluctant, and slightly breathless,

"...Calm down. I... I’ll use my hand. Just... don’t make any noise. If they wake up, we’re both finished."

The moment her fingers tightened and gave a slow, experimental stroke from the base toward the head, a low, helpless moan escaped me.

"Hmm... aah..."

Maya’s eyes widened in panic. She immediately squeezed my cock a little harder in warning, her own breath stuttering at the feel of it jumping in her palm. She whispered more sharply, though her voice already carried a faint, traitorous tremor,

"I said don’t make noise...! Someone will hear..."

I exhaled shakily against her neck, my hips instinctively pushing forward into her fist as I tried (and failed) to keep my voice to a pure breath.

"I can’t help it... Even just your hand feels too good... It’s so soft... nnnh..."

Maya’s face burned even hotter. She kept her fingers wrapped tightly around the thick, throbbing cock, clearly flustered by both the intense heat in her palm and the quiet, needy sounds I couldn’t fully suppress.

Despite her embarrassment, she began to move her hand in slow, careful strokes, sliding the loose skin of my cock up and down.

Each time her palm dragged over the sensitive head, more precum leaked out and made the next stroke smoother and wetter.

Every time my cock throbbed especially hard in her grip, or the swollen head bumped against the side of her thigh, a tiny, stifled moan of her own escaped her lips before she could bite it back.

"Nnnh... hah..."

Her thoughts were a chaotic, vulgar mess of shame and reluctant arousal as she continued stroking me under the cover of darkness.

[I’m really doing this... I’m giving him a handjob while Teacher and Rachel are sleeping right next to us...]

[His cock is so hard it’s ridiculous... every time I stroke up, it twitches and gets even stiffer... and it’s leaking so much... my whole hand is getting sticky...]

[Why do I keep making sounds whenever it pokes against me...? My pussy is getting wet just from holding it... This is crazy...]

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but her hand never stopped its slow, reluctant, up-and-down movement along the thick, drooling length of my cock.

Every stroke spread more of the slippery precum over her palm and fingers, making soft, wet sounds that seemed far too loud in the quiet treehouse.

Unable to hold back any longer, I slid my free hand up her side and suddenly cupped one of her full, heavy breasts through the leaf bra, mashing the soft, plush flesh firmly in my palm. The weight of it overflowed my hand.

"They’re so soft..." I whispered against her ear, giving the heavy mound a slow, greedy squeeze and feeling it yield under my fingers.

Maya’s body jerked at the sudden groping. Her stroking hand faltered for a second as she tried to push my wrist away with her other hand, her voice a flustered, breathless hiss.

"What are you doing...? You can’t touch there—nnnh...! Stop..."

I ignored the weak resistance and slipped my fingers under the edge of the leaf bra, pushing the inadequate covering aside.

My bare hand closed over the hot, naked skin of her breast. The large, stiff nipple immediately stabbed into my palm. I rolled the hard, wrinkled peak between my thumb and forefinger, feeling it tighten even more, then gave it a firm, deliberate pinch.

Maya’s whole body twitched. A sharp, stifled moan escaped her throat before she could stop it.

"Aah...! Nnnh...!"

Her thoughts exploded in flustered panic and reluctant heat.

[He’s touching my nipple... OMG... He’s pinching it... It feels so sensitive... Why is it getting even harder between his fingers...?]

I kept the stiff bud trapped between my fingers, pinching and tugging it lightly while my palm continued to mash the soft, heavy flesh of her breast.

Each time I squeezed or rolled the nipple, another tiny, helpless moan leaked out of Maya despite how hard she was biting her lip.

Her hand around my cock squeezed tighter in reflex, and her hips shifted restlessly against the soft grass, the wet sounds of her stroking growing a little faster and messier as she tried (and failed) to stay completely silent.