Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Every step I took made Maya’s massive tits continue to rub and bounce against my back.

The stiff peaks of her nipples scraped lightly through the layers of cloth, and the soft, heavy flesh of her breasts stayed mashed firmly against me. Her crotch remained pressed tightly to my lower back, the heat of her pussy noticeable even through her dress.

She made no effort to lighten her weight or adjust into a more proper carrying position. Instead, she only clung tighter, letting out small, breathy sounds whenever a particularly hard step made her body shift against mine.

”Nnnh... aah...”

Her jealous, possessive thoughts kept looping as she refused to let go.

[That’s right... Just keep carrying me. You don’t get to ignore me after everything you’ve already seen and done. My body is pressed against you whether you like it or not...]

We finally reached the bamboo house. I carefully lowered Maya to the ground, letting her feet touch the sand. The moment she stood on her own again, her earlier boldness seemed to evaporate.

Her thoughts reached me in a flustered rush as she noticed both Rachel and Victoria looking at her.

[OMG... what did I just do?]

[I clung to him the entire way back... Am I actually jealous of Rachel? How am I supposed to face them now...?]

A deep blush spread across Maya’s face. She quickly smoothed down her dress and avoided everyone’s eyes, clearly embarrassed by how obvious her behavior had been.

Rachel stepped closer to me and gently wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead with her fingers, her expression full of genuine concern.

”Dexter... are you okay? She must have been heavy to carry the whole way.”

I gave her a small smile and nodded.

”I’m fine, don’t worry. It wasn’t that bad.”

Then I turned my attention to Maya, keeping my tone light and neutral.

”Aunt Maya, how’s your ankle? Can you move around now?”

Maya’s blush deepened. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearly testing it for show, then gave a small, awkward nod.

”...I’m okay now. Thank you, Dexter.”

Her voice was quiet, and she still couldn’t quite bring herself to meet anyone’s gaze for long. The residual jealousy, the memory of how tightly she had pressed herself against me, and the awareness that the others had seen it all left her visibly flustered.

Victoria, who had been watching the entire exchange with narrowed eyes, finally stepped closer. Her gaze moved from Maya’s flushed face down to the younger woman’s dress — and then to my shirt. Both were noticeably damp.

Maya’s red dress was darkened with sweat across the chest and back from how tightly she had been pressed against me during the entire walk.

The fabric clung to the full shape of her heavy breasts and the curve of her waist. My own shirt was just as bad — large wet patches covered my back and shoulders exactly where Maya’s body, and especially her tits, had been mashed against me the whole way.

Victoria’s expression turned pointed.

”Maya. Your clothes are soaked with sweat. Go change into the leaf ones again before you catch a chill. They’re still dry from this morning.”

Maya’s face turned even redder. She opened her mouth as if to protest, then closed it again when she realized how obviously damp her dress was.

The wet fabric was sticking to her skin, clearly outlining the heavy shape of her breasts and the stiff points of her nipples where they had been rubbing against my back.

”...Okay,” she muttered, unable to argue.

Victoria then turned her sharp eyes on me.

”And you. Your shirt is just as wet. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Change as well. Use the leaf skirt for now.”

I glanced down at myself. She was right — the entire back of my shirt was dark with the sweat and body heat that had transferred from Maya during the long piggyback. There was no reasonable way to refuse without making the situation even more obvious.

”Yes, Mom.”

Maya quickly ducked inside the bamboo house to change. When Maya had changed her clothes.

A moment later I followed, stepping behind the partial privacy of the bamboo walls. I pulled off my soaked shirt and pants, the cool air hitting my skin.

My cock, which had been half-hard from the prolonged contact with Maya’s soft tits and the heat of her pussy against my back, twitched in the open air.

I quickly stepped into the leaf skirt again, the thin overlapping leaves settling around my hips.

For a brief second I considered skipping the green underwear, but with Mom right outside I decided against it and pulled that on first before letting the leaf skirt fall into place.

When I stepped back outside, I noticed Maya.

The improvised outfit left her deep cleavage and long stretches of smooth thigh completely exposed. Because she had been sweating, her skin still had a faint sheen, and the leaf bra struggled to contain the full, heavy weight of her breasts. The soft undersides and the inner curves were clearly visible, and every small breath made them shift.

Rachel’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden return to the revealing leaf clothing. Victoria simply crossed her arms, her expression unreadable, though her thoughts were clearly still turning over everything she had witnessed.

Maya stood there with her arms lightly crossed over her stomach, clearly self-conscious about being back in the skimpy leaf outfit so soon, especially after how clingy she had just been.

Her eyes flicked toward me for half a second — taking in the fact that I was also back in the leaf skirt — before she quickly looked away again, a fresh wave of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

The afternoon sun hung high overhead, and the four of us stood in the clearing once more, the earlier tension still lingering thickly in the air.

Rachel let out a soft breath and sat down on a smooth rock, stretching her legs.

”I’m so tired from all the walking...”

Victoria also lowered herself onto a nearby fallen log, fanning herself lightly with one hand. The heat of the day was starting to settle in.

I glanced around the clearing, already calculating what still needed to be done before nightfall.

”I’ll go gather more wood. We already have enough fish for dinner tonight. After that, I’ll try to build another bamboo shelter so we can sleep more comfortably... and with a bit more privacy.”

All three women nodded in agreement. No one objected to the idea of a second shelter.

I turned and headed back toward the denser part of the treeline to start collecting materials, leaving the three of them resting in the shade of the clearing.