Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 792: Virgin Nun’s First Squirt

I began to move with her — slow, matching thrusts that met every roll of her hips so the upper side of my cock dragged firmly against her clit again and again.

Maya’s head dropped forward until her forehead rested against my shoulder. Her muffled moans turned higher, more desperate, though she still tried to keep them small.

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

The pressure between her thighs grew almost frantic. She was grinding against me in short, urgent strokes now, chasing something she clearly didn’t fully understand. Her panties were completely soaked; every movement produced a soft, wet schlick-schlick-schlick that filled the quiet night air.

My hand on her ass tightened, helping her keep the rhythm as her legs started to shake.

"That’s it... just like that," I murmured against her hair. "You’re getting so wet for me..."

"Sh-shut up... nnnh... don’t talk... aah...!"

Her voice cracked on the last syllable. The circle of her hips grew erratic. Her thighs clamped down hard around my cock, trapping me in scorching, silky heat while she rubbed herself against the rigid length with complete abandon.

The stubborn denial had finally broken under the weight of pure need. Soft, continuous, embarrassed moans spilled from her lips without restraint.

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

I felt the exact moment her body tipped over the edge.

Maya’s entire frame went rigid. A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from her throat before she could stop it. Her hips jerked forward hard, pressing her pussy flush against the base of my cock, and then a sudden, warm gush of fluid soaked through her panties and spilled over the upper side of my cock and down my thighs.

She was squirting — hard.

The first strong pulse hit without warning. Maya’s entire body locked up, thighs clamping around my cock like a vise as a sudden, warm gush of clear fluid soaked straight through her already-ruined panties and spilled heavily over the upper side of my cock.

A sharp, high-pitched, completely broken moan tore from her throat before she could stop it.

"Aah—!"

Then the second pulse came, stronger than the first. Her hips jerked forward helplessly, grinding her pussy flush against the base of my cock as another messy wave of fluid sprayed out in rhythmic spurts. Her legs trembled violently.

Soft, mortified, high-pitched moans kept spilling from her lips with every convulsion, louder and more confused than before.

"Nnnh... aah... hah... nnnh... aah...! W-what... what is this...?!"

The third and fourth pulses followed in quick succession. Each one made her whole body shake. Her fingers dug hard into my shoulders for support as her knees nearly buckled.

Clear fluid kept coming in messy, rhythmic waves — soaking the front of my grass skirt, running down both of our thighs, and dripping onto the forest ground between our feet with soft, wet pat... pat... pat sounds. Maya’s face remained half-buried against my neck, but her voice kept rising in volume, the embarrassment and confusion making every sound louder and more unrestrained.

"Aah... nnnh... hah... aah...! Something’s... something’s coming out... nnnh... aah... what is happening to me...?!"

Even after the strongest spurts began to weaken, smaller aftershocks still wracked her. Her thighs kept trembling around my cock, the soaked fabric of her panties still pressed tightly against me, and every residual clench forced another thin trickle of fluid to leak out.

Maya’s voice stayed high and flustered the entire time, the words tumbling out between broken moans as if she couldn’t understand what her own body was doing.

"Aah... hah... nnnh... it’s still... aah... why won’t it stop... nnnh...!"

Only when the last weak pulse finally faded did her body go limp and frozen in place, still locked around me, still dripping. For several long seconds the only sound was her ragged, uneven breathing.

I held her through it, feeling the full extent of how hard she had just come.

The volume of fluid, the intensity of the convulsions, the complete loss of control — it was obvious this was far beyond anything she had experienced before.

This was the first time she had ever squirted. The first time an orgasm had hit her this hard.

When the full weight of what had just happened seemed to crash over her at once, she pulled back just enough to look at me. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her face the deepest scarlet I had ever seen on her. Her voice came out tiny, broken, and filled with pure, crushing embarrassment mixed with lingering confusion.

"...Don’t... look at me... Don’t say anything... I... I didn’t mean to... nnnh... What even was that...?"

She couldn’t properly finish the thought. Her thighs were still trembling around my cock, the soaked fabric of her panties still pressed against me, and the clear proof of how hard she had just come continued to drip slowly down both of our legs.

Through my Mind Reading ability, her internal voice arrived in a dazed, flustered rush, still processing the intensity of what her body had just done.

[It... surely feels different from masturbation... a lot better... Just rubbing against him was enough to make me... What if I... no, no, what are you thinking, Maya... Don’t even go there...]

She stood there, too mortified and confused to move or properly meet my eyes, the aftershocks still making her legs shake while the wet evidence of her first real squirting orgasm continued to shine along my cock and drip onto the ground between us.

After a moment, she seemed to gather what little composure she had left. Her gaze flicked down to the wet mess coating my cock and the front of my grass skirt, then back up to my face. In a small, flustered, almost defensive rush, she spoke again, voice still shaky and louder than she probably intended because of residual panic.

"...That... that wasn’t me. You... you peed. It was you who peed on me... That’s the only explanation...!"

The denial was so weak and so clearly desperate that it almost sounded cute. I didn’t argue with words. Instead, I raised one hand, cupped the side of her burning face, and leaned in.

I kissed her — slow, firm, and deliberate — claiming her lips while the evidence of her climax was still dripping between us.

Maya made a small, startled sound against my mouth but didn’t pull away. When I finally broke the kiss, she was left staring at me with watery eyes, looking thoroughly embarrassed and unbearably cute, her lips slightly parted and still trembling.

I stayed quiet, simply waiting.

Maya’s lips moved. She tried to hold onto the lie for another second, then the last of her resistance crumbled under the weight of the wetness still coating both of us and the way I was looking at her. Her voice came out tiny, defeated, and utterly mortified, the words almost too quiet after how loud her moans had been only moments earlier.

"...Yeah. Yeah... It was me who peed..."

The admission left her standing there with her face scarlet, thighs still weakly trembling around my cock, and the clear, sticky proof of her first squirting orgasm continuing to shine wetly along my cock and drip down our legs in the quiet of the forest.

Maya’s internal thoughts were still spinning in flustered circles, equal parts shame and lingering wonder at how much more intense it had felt than anything she had ever done alone with her fingers.