Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 791: Maya’s Traitorous Hips

I leaned in even closer, letting my hot breath brush against the shell of her ear as I spoke in a low, intimate voice.

"Aunt Maya... how are you feeling...? Does it feel good...?"

Maya kept her face turned away, expression stubbornly set even as her cheeks burned. A short, forced groan left her throat.

"...No. It doesn’t feel good at all. I feel nothing..."

The denial was firm, but through my Mind Reading ability, her true thoughts arrived clear and unfiltered, laced with flustered panic.

[I’ve only masturbated a few times... with my finger... and I’m still a virgin... I can’t let him know... He would definitely tease me to death... a virgin nun...]

The confession hit me harder than I expected. Even though I had already suspected she might be inexperienced, hearing her admit it so directly inside her own mind made my cock throb violently upward between her thighs.

The sudden, heavy jerk of the thick cock pressed more firmly against the soaked crotch of her panties.

Maya’s hips twitched. A small, involuntary moan slipped out before she could stop it.

"...Hmm..."

She bit her lip again, clearly trying to pretend the sound had never happened, while my cock continued to pulse hot and hard against her, reacting to the secret she thought she was still keeping.

After a few more slow, grinding strokes, Maya’s voice came out tight and urgent, still trying to sound composed.

"Be quick... If we take too long, Rachel or your mother might come looking for us. They’ll notice we’re both gone..."

As she spoke, she suddenly clenched her thighs together with real force, squeezing the full length of my cock in a tight, silky vise. The sudden pressure dragged a deep, guttural groan out of my chest.

"Nnngh... fuck..."

The heat and wetness of her panty-covered pussy pressed tightly along the upper side of my cock. At first, Maya seemed determined to stay still.

But the longer the thick, hot length remained trapped between her thighs, the more the restless itch inside her grew. Her breathing gradually turned shallower. Her fingers, still resting on my shoulders for balance, tightened almost unconsciously.

Then her hips began to move.

It started as the smallest of adjustments — a tiny roll forward, then a slow drag backward. The soaked crotch of her panties slid along the rigid upper side of my cock with a soft, wet schlick. A suppressed, breathy moan vibrated in her throat before she could fully stop it.

"...nnnh..."

She froze for half a second, as if realizing what she had just done, then the movement returned. This time it was clearer. Her hips rocked in short, instinctive circles, grinding her pussy against the thick cock with growing need.

Each pass made the thin fabric wetter; the sticky heat of her arousal smeared along my cock until every movement produced a quiet, filthy sound. Soft, high, embarrassed little moans kept leaking out no matter how hard she pressed her lips together.

"...aah... nnnh... hah... nnnh... aah..."

I stayed completely still, simply letting her use me. The sight and feeling of Maya — stubborn, blushing, still insisting she felt nothing — rubbing her itchy, dripping pussy against my cock all on her own was almost enough to push me over the edge.

After several long seconds of watching her hips work, I leaned in and spoke against her ear in a low, unmistakably teasing voice.

"Aunt Maya... you’re moving all by yourself."

Maya’s entire body locked up. Her hips stopped mid-grind. She pulled her face back just enough to look at me, eyes wide and face scarlet, and immediately shook her head in frantic, stammering denial.

"N-no...! I didn’t... I wasn’t moving...! You’re imagining things...!"

The embarrassed expression on her face only made the lie more obvious. Her thighs were still clenched tightly around my cock, her hands still gripping my shoulders, and the crotch of her panties was visibly darker with wetness.

Through my Mind Reading ability, her internal voice arrived in a raw, mortified rush that completely contradicted every word she had just spoken.

[He noticed it... Of course he noticed... But my hips won’t listen to me... They just keep wanting to move... The itch is too strong... My pussy is burning, and every time I rub against him it feels a little better... I can’t stop...]

I gave a small, deliberate twitch of my cock between her thighs, making the thick cock jump against her soaked panties. Maya’s hips jerked in response, and another suppressed, shaky moan slipped out before she could bite it back.

"...nnnh...!"

She glared at me with watery, flustered eyes, still trying to hold onto her pride even as her body continued to betray her.

"I-I’m not doing anything... Stop saying strange things... Just... just finish quickly so we can go back..."

Even as she spoke, her hips gave one more tiny, involuntary roll, dragging her dripping pussy along the length of my cock again. The soft, wet sound of it was impossible to miss, and the embarrassed little whimper that followed only confirmed how little control she still had over her own body.

I didn’t call her out again right away. Instead, I stayed still and let the silence stretch, broken only by the quiet schlick-schlick of her pussy continuing to grind against me in small, restless movements she could no longer fully suppress.

The crotch of her panties had grown so wet that the fabric clung to her lips, outlining them clearly each time she dragged herself along my cock. Every pass sent a fresh smear of her arousal coating the upper side of my cock, making the next stroke even slicker.

Maya’s breathing grew shorter. Her fingers dug harder into my shoulders.

The stubborn set of her mouth kept wavering every time a particularly good angle made the ridge of my cock catch against her clit through the soaked material.

Soft, broken sounds kept escaping her — little "nnnh... aah... hah..." noises that she tried to swallow and failed. Her hips were moving more openly now, rolling in tighter, needier circles, chasing the friction her body was demanding even while her pride kept insisting she felt nothing.

I leaned in again, voice low and warm against her ear.

"Your body is being honest even if your mouth isn’t. It’s okay to feel good, Aunt Maya..."

"I-I’m not...!" she whispered back immediately, the denial weaker than before. "I don’t... feel anything... You’re the one who’s... nnnh... imagining it..."

But her hips never stopped. If anything, they grew bolder, pressing down harder so that the full, soft heat of her panty-covered pussy flattened against the thick cock. The wet sounds became more continuous, more filthy.

Each grind made her thighs tremble. Through Mind Reading, I could hear the escalating panic and pleasure tangled together inside her.

[It’s too much... The itch won’t go away... Every time I rub against him, it spikes higher... I’m going to make a mess... He’s going to notice how wet I am... I can’t stop my hips... They won’t listen... It feels so good I want to cry...]