Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Inside the bamboo house, I dropped my wet clothes onto the floor. The cool night air hit my bare skin immediately.

My abs tightened slightly from the temperature, and my cock — still fully hard from the vivid memory of Maya’s neatly trimmed black-haired pussy and the heavy sway of her naked breasts — stood stiffly against my lower stomach. The image of her large areolas, erect nipples, and the soft, exposed mound between her legs refused to leave my mind.

I stepped into the leaf skirt and pulled it up around my hips. The thin, overlapping leaves did almost nothing to hide the obvious tent my erection created.

For a moment I considered leaving it as it was. If only Maya and Rachel had been outside, I might have walked out like that on purpose, letting them see the clear outline and the effect their bodies had on me.

But Mom was there. Walking out in front of her with my cock visibly straining against the leaf skirt would have been too embarrassing, even for me.

At the last second I took out a simple pair of green underwear I had bought from the system store — the same color as the leaf skirt — and pulled it on underneath.

The extra layer pressed against my hard length, forcing it into a slightly less obvious position. It was still noticeable if someone looked closely, but at least it wasn’t shamelessly tenting the skirt.

Once I was dressed, I walked back outside.

The three women were waiting near the entrance of the bamboo house.

The firelight from the moon and the faint glow of the night sky cast soft shadows across their leaf-covered bodies. Deep cleavage and long stretches of bare thigh were still clearly visible on all three of them.

I ignored the lingering tension in my lower body and focused on the task at hand. First I cleared a small patch of ground, then arranged the dry firewood into a careful circular pattern, leaving a hollow space in the center.

I scattered a handful of the driest leaves I had collected into that hollow. Taking two thin, dry sticks, I began the traditional friction method — holding one stick steady and rubbing the other against it in a rapid, pencil-sharpening motion.

In reality, I activated God Speed for less than a second. My hands blurred. The friction generated intense heat almost instantly.

A thin curl of white smoke rose from the contact point, followed by a tiny orange spark that caught the dry leaves. I fed the growing flame more leaves, then carefully added smaller twigs until the larger pieces of wood began to catch.

Within moments, a steady, healthy campfire was burning, casting warm orange light across the small clearing and pushing back some of the night’s chill.

Maya’s eyes widened with genuine admiration as she watched the fire take hold so quickly.

”It’s amazing... you’re really good at this. I didn’t think anyone could start a fire so fast with just sticks.”

Rachel nodded in agreement, looking impressed and a little relieved by the growing warmth.

”I’ve only ever seen people do that in videos. You made it look easy.”

Mom simply watched the flames with a quiet, proud expression on her face. She didn’t say anything, but the small, satisfied curve of her lips made her feelings clear.

The crackling of the new fire filled the brief silence, and the heat began to spread, slowly chasing away the worst of the night’s cold.

I shrugged lightly, poking one of the burning sticks with a longer branch.

”It’s nothing special. I just got lucky with the wood. Anyone could have done it.”

As the flames grew steadier and the orange light pushed back more of the darkness, I looked at the three women sitting around the fire.

”You should all try to get some sleep. I’ll keep watch tonight. Someone needs to stay awake in case anything approaches the camp.”

Maya immediately shook her head. The leaf bra shifted slightly with the movement, but her expression was serious.

”No. You’re already tired, Dexter. Think about everything you’ve done since the crash. You got us out of the plane, carried us to safety, built this entire bamboo house by yourself, made us these clothes, gathered the wood, and even started the fire.”

”You’ve been the only one keeping us alive. You’re our support here. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it this far.” She paused, her voice softening. ”So you should rest. I’ll keep watch. It’s the least I can do.”

Rachel spoke up next, her tone quiet but determined.

”No, Boss. You’ve been through more than any of us today. Let me take the watch. I’m used to staying up late when I work on reports for you. I can handle it.”

Victoria, who had been quietly watching the exchange with her arms crossed, finally cut in. Her voice carried the familiar authority that left little room for argument.

”Maya. Dexter. Both of you are going to rest. I’ll take the first watch. Later I’ll wake Rachel, and we’ll switch shifts. That way neither of you has to stay up the entire night.”

Maya still looked like she wanted to protest. She leaned forward slightly, the deep cleavage of her leaf bra becoming more pronounced in the firelight.

”But Teacher... you’ve also been through a lot today. And Dexter might still be affected by the venom he sucked out of me. It should be me who—”

Victoria didn’t give her the chance to finish.

”No buts. Both of you might still have residual effects from that snake venom in your systems. The best thing you can do right now is sleep and let your bodies recover. That’s more important than anything else. Rachel and I can handle the watch between us.”

Rachel nodded quickly in agreement.

”I’ll stay up with Ms. Victoria. Please, Boss... Dexter... just rest.”

Maya hesitated for a long moment, her eyes moving between Victoria and me. Finally she let out a quiet breath and nodded.

”Alright... if that’s what you both think is best.”

I nodded as well. Internally, I wasn’t worried about Mom in the slightest. With the healing factor I had given her, she was essentially invincible. There was no real danger in letting her stay awake through the night.

The matter was settled. Maya and I would rest, while Victoria and Rachel divided the night watch between them. The fire continued to crackle softly, casting warm light across the small clearing as the conversation finally quieted