Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 788: Asshole Inspection Gone Wrong

With reluctant, stiff movements, she turned her back to me. Her fingers gathered the fabric of the red slit dress and slowly lifted it, pulling the hem upward until the soft, full curves of her ass were completely exposed to the cool night air and the flickering torchlight.

She held the dress bunched around her waist with both hands, standing there with her legs slightly apart, the bare skin of her cheeks faintly glowing in the warm light. The earlier ant-bite mark was only a faint, almost faded spot on the outer curve of one cheek.

I stepped closer under the guise of examining it properly. The distance between us shrank until the heat of my still-hard, exposed cock was only inches from her bare skin.

I raised one hand and rested my fingers lightly on the soft flesh of her ass, pretending to inspect the mark with careful attention. My thumb brushed over the faint spot once, twice.

Then, without warning, my hand slid inward.

My fingers trailed along the smooth skin until they reached the deep cleft between her cheeks. I pressed them deeper into the warm valley, spreading her just enough to expose the tight, wrinkled ring of her asshole.

Before she could react, I touched it directly — the pad of my middle finger settling firmly against the sensitive, clenched hole and rubbing a slow, deliberate circle over it.

Maya’s entire body jerked as if she had been shocked. A sharp, high-pitched, completely surprised moan burst from her throat before she could stop it.

"Aah—! W-what are you—?!"

Her hands immediately released the bunched dress. One flew back behind her in a panicked rush, covering her asshole completely with her palm so that my finger was forced away from the sensitive ring.

The other hand clutched the fabric of her dress against her lower stomach, trying to pull it back down even though it was still half-lifted. Her whole body had gone rigid, shoulders hunched, and the back of her neck and ears had turned a deep, vivid scarlet.

"Don’t touch there...!" she hissed, voice trembling with pure embarrassment. "That’s... that’s not where the bite mark is...! You did that on purpose...! Move your hand...!"

She kept her own hand pressed tightly over the cleft of her ass, fingers splayed protectively so that not even a glimpse of the wrinkled hole remained visible. Her thighs had pressed together again, and she refused to turn her head, clearly too mortified to look at me while her most private place had just been touched so directly.

The torchlight still illuminated the embarrassed curve of her bare cheeks and the way her covering hand trembled slightly against them.

"I only agreed to show you the mark on my skin... not... not ... You’re shameless... completely shameless...!"

Her voice cracked on the last words, the mix of residual arousal, shock, and deep humiliation making every syllable shaky as she continued to hide her asshole behind her hand, refusing to let me near it again.

Maya kept glaring at me over her shoulder, her face burning a deep, vivid red. I put on a mild, almost apologetic expression and spoke in a quiet, earnest tone.

"I’m sorry... It’s just that it looked so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself..."

Maya’s eyes widened further. She glared even harder, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. Her voice came out in a flustered, stammering rush.

"W-what’s so beautiful about ...?! That’s... that’s obviously a dirty place...! Why would you even say something like that...?!"

I shook my head slowly, still looking at the hand she was using to cover herself, and continued in the same calm, appreciative voice.

"No, you don’t understand. It really was beautiful... the soft little creases around it... the way the skin puckered so neatly... and when I touched it, it twitched... just once... like it was surprised..."

"S-stop...!" Maya cut me off sharply, her voice rising in pure flustered panic. She pressed her hand even harder against the cleft of her ass, as if she could physically block the words. "Don’t say another word...! I don’t want to hear it...! You’re making things up...!"

I didn’t argue with her directly. Instead, I slowly raised the same middle finger that had just been pressed against her asshole and brought it casually to my nose.

I inhaled once, deliberately, letting the faint, intimate scent linger for a second before speaking again in a thoughtful tone.

"It even smells soft... warm... not dirty at all. Just like the rest of you."

Maya’s entire body stiffened. She spun her upper body halfway around so she could glare at me properly, eyes wide with pure mortification, the blush now covering her neck as well.

"Y-you...! You actually smelled your finger...?! Stop talking nonsense...! That’s... that’s disgusting...! Don’t say things like that...!" Her words came out rapid and unsteady, the stammering making the scolding far less convincing than she clearly wanted it to be.

She kept her hand locked tightly over her asshole the entire time, fingers trembling, while her eyes kept flicking down to my still-hard cock and then quickly away again, as if the combination of my comments and the evidence of my arousal was too much to process at once.

I didn’t stop there. While she was still glaring at me, I slowly brought the same middle finger to my lips. Holding her gaze, I parted my mouth and dragged the tip of my tongue along the pad of the finger that had just been pressed against her tight, wrinkled hole.

I licked it clean with deliberate care, then spoke in a thoughtful, almost appreciative tone.

"It tastes a little salty... there’s a bit of sweat from there too. Warm... and soft."

Maya’s eyes went impossibly wide. A strangled, incoherent sound escaped her throat. Her whole body jerked as if she had been struck, and the hand covering her asshole pressed down even harder, fingers digging into her own flesh in pure panic.

"Y-you...! You licked it...?! You actually put it in your mouth...?! Stop... stop talking...! That’s... that’s filthy...! Why would you do that...?! Don’t say another word...!"

Her voice had risen into a high, broken, thoroughly mortified rush. Every sentence stammered and cracked under the weight of her embarrassment.

She looked like she wanted to sink into the ground and disappear, yet she remained frozen in place — dress still half-lifted around her waist, one trembling hand desperately sealing away the place I had touched, tasted, and described, while her face burned so red it nearly matched the color of her dress.

I lowered my hand and simply pointed at the rigid length standing between us, the thick cock still flushed and glistening faintly in the torchlight.

"Look. This is the best proof I’m not talking nonsense... It only gets like this when something is truly beautiful."

Maya opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. The only sound that came out was a small, incoherent, thoroughly embarrassed noise — half whine, half stifled moan — as she remained locked in that vulnerable position, unable to decide whether to yank her dress down, keep covering herself, or simply keep glaring at me through her watery, mortified eyes.