Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 754: Maya’s Vulgar Display on the Rocks

I kept my expression as innocent as possible.

"Mom, it was because she slipped while we were trying to catch fish. That’s what made her clothes wet."

Before Victoria could dig any deeper, I quickly stood up and brushed the sand off my pants.

"I’ll go help them with the HELP sign."

Victoria scoffed under her breath, clearly still unconvinced, but she didn’t stop me. I took the chance to escape and jogged down toward the open stretch of beach where Maya and Rachel were already gathering stones.

The three of us worked together under the steadily rising sun, collecting lighter-colored rocks and arranging them into large, clear letters that spelled out "HELP" across the sand. It took a while, but eventually the sign was big enough to be visible from the air.

Maya and Rachel both clapped the dust and sand off their hands, looking satisfied.

"Finally done," Maya said, wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead.

The sun was now fully up, and the heat was starting to become intense. All three of us were already sweating from the work.

Maya looked at me and asked,

"So what should we do next today?"

I glanced toward the denser interior of the island.

"Let’s explore inland a bit. We should check for any fruit trees, edible plants, or a clean water source. We can’t rely on just fish forever, and we’ll need fresh water eventually."

Rachel and Maya both nodded in agreement, already turning their attention toward the tree line.

I walked back toward the clearing and called for Mom. Once Victoria joined us, the four of us set off together in one direction, moving deeper into the island’s interior.

After a stretch of walking through the undergrowth, we came across a cluster of tall coconut palms. Several large, mature coconuts hung high among the fronds.

Without hesitation, I climbed one of the trunks with ease — the enhanced strength and stamina from Eternal Vitality making the ascent almost effortless — and began twisting the coconuts free. One after another, they dropped to the ground with heavy thuds.

Maya, Rachel, and even Victoria watched with clear surprise at how effortlessly I had scaled the tall tree and harvested the fruit.

Once I climbed back down, I picked up a suitably sharp-edged stone I had shaped earlier and used it to carefully crack open the first coconut.

I handed the opened shell to them so they could drink the clear water inside. After they finished, I split the coconut further so we could eat the soft white flesh.

The fresh coconut water and meat were a welcome change after the fish.

When we were done, I looked at Maya and gestured to the empty shells.

"Can you collect all of these? They’ll be useful for storing water if we manage to find a clean source later."

Maya nodded and began gathering the empty coconut shells, stacking them neatly as the rest of us prepared to continue exploring.

We pushed deeper into the island. The vegetation grew denser, the air more humid. After another twenty minutes of walking, the sound of running water reached us.

Following it, we emerged into a small, shaded clearing where a clear stream flowed over smooth rocks before disappearing into a narrow channel between two large boulders.

Everyone looked relieved. Clean water was even more important than food.

Victoria and Rachel moved upstream a little to check if the water stayed clear, while Maya and I approached the edge of the stream to test it. The rocks near the water were slick with moss and spray.

Maya stepped forward first, still holding two empty coconut shells. Her red dress clung to her body from the humidity, the fabric outlining the heavy curve of her breasts and the full shape of her ass.

As she leaned down to scoop water, her foot slipped on a particularly smooth, wet stone.

"Ah—!"

She lost her balance completely. The coconut shells flew from her hands as she fell hard onto her hands and knees right at the edge of the stream.

The impact and the way she landed forced her dress to ride all the way up her back. At the same time, her knees slid outward on the slippery rocks, spreading her thighs wide.

For a long, clear moment, her entire lower half was completely exposed from behind.

She wasn’t wearing any panties — they had been left behind with the wet leaf clothes earlier and never put back on. Her full, round ass was bare and raised, the soft cheeks slightly parted from the spread of her knees.

Between them, her pussy was on full, vulgar display — the neatly trimmed strip of black hair above, the plump outer lips, and the pink inner folds that had opened slightly from the sudden movement.

A thin sheen of moisture (whether from the humid air, residual wetness from earlier, or fresh arousal) made the soft flesh glisten in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Even the tight, wrinkled ring of her asshole was briefly visible between her spread cheeks.

Maya froze in that humiliating position for a full second, realizing exactly how much of her was exposed. Then she scrambled forward with a sharp, mortified sound, frantically shoving her dress back down over her ass and pussy while still on her knees.

"Don’t look—!"

Her face was burning red. She stayed on all fours for another moment, breathing hard, one hand still pressing the hem of her dress firmly between her thighs to keep everything covered.

The position only emphasized the full, heavy hang of her breasts beneath her, the neckline of the red dress gaping open and showing deep cleavage and the upper curves of her soft tits.

I quickly turned my head away, though the vulgar, detailed image of her spread pussy and ass was already burned into my mind. My cock had hardened instantly inside my pants at the sight.

Victoria’s voice called from upstream.

"What happened? Is everyone okay?"

Maya’s voice came out tight and flustered as she finally pushed herself up to her feet, still holding her dress down with both hands.

"I—I’m fine! Just slipped on the rocks!"

She refused to meet my eyes. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, and a visible flush ran all the way down her neck and into the open neckline of her dress.

The knowledge that I had just seen everything — her bare ass, her trimmed pussy, even her asshole — hung heavily in the air between us as she stood there, soaked from the knees down and still trying to regain her composure.