The morning sun spilled gently into the cave, its golden rays casting a warm glow on the fur-lined floor where I lay, sprawled and barely dressed beneath a tangle of arms and legs. My body still ached from the "Moon-Butt Worship Contest" the night before, but not in a way I could complain about.
My wives were already beginning to stir. Trina was resting against the wall with her spear leaning beside her. Gale was stretching, her toned arms flexing as she yawned like a cat. Sapphy, on the other hand, was curled around me like a vine, her soft chest pressed against my back, her breath warm against my ear.
Then, she spoke.
"In old tribe… cavewoman feed man," Sapphy whispered, voice low and sultry. "Give reward. Milk… from boobies."
I blinked. "…Excuse me?"
She grinned, pulling me into her lap, gently cradling my head against her chest. "Is cave rule. When man good, woman press man to chest. Let him suck. Make strong."
"That sounds more like your own rule."
"Is old tradition!" she said proudly, pushing her plump breast into my face.
Before I could resist, she brushed my lips against her nipple, and I instinctively opened my mouth. She let out a soft moan and stroked my hair lovingly as I suckled, her fingers slowly traveling down to stroke me under the furs.
"Ohhh~ hubby drink like baby. So cute. So hard…"
I tried to respond, but my mouth was busy.
The sounds must have alerted the others, because Trina suddenly stood up, spear forgotten.
"What this?!"
"Hubby drink boob?" Gale's eyes widened, walking over with a glint of jealousy. "Why no drink mine?!"
"Me next!" Trina snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Sapphy's lap. "Hubby need Trina milk!"
"You don't even have milk!" I mumbled.
"Shut up and suck," Trina growled, slamming me against her chest.
I groaned as her soft but firm breasts surrounded me, her fingers tangling into my hair, her lips brushing my ear. "Hubby strong boy… make Trina wet just from suck…"
Behind us, Sapphy pouted. "No fair! Sapphy started ritual!"
"Hubby go Gale next," Gale announced, already sitting down and bouncing impatiently. "Me ready."
Before I could recover, I was pulled from Trina's lap and tossed into Gale's.
"Is good tradition," Gale purred, grabbing my face and stuffing it into her cleavage. "Man weak to boob. Boob control man."
My world was smothered in tanned skin and the scent of sweat and fur. She rocked me in her lap while her other hand snuck beneath the furs.
"Good boy… suck nice… make Gale happy…"
"You're all insane," I tried to say.
But Gale's chest muffled the words completely.
Flow was the last to claim me, but the most possessive.
"Hubby drink all girl," she grumbled, pulling me up and tossing me into her lap. "Save best for last."
She cradled my head gently, brushing her fingers through my hair, then slowly pushed my face into her breast. Her skin was warm, and her voice was gentle as her nipple grazed my lips.
"Shhh… now rest. Hubby need Flow touch."
I suckled without thinking, overwhelmed by the softness and scent of her.
"Hubby so good. So strong. So… mine."
Her hand moved slowly between my thighs, stroking under the furs, sending waves of heat through my exhausted body.
"Make more milk," she whispered. "Fill girls. Make tribe strong…"
"Y-You're going to kill me," I murmured, gasping for air.
Flow giggled. "No die. Just… drown in boob."
I lost track of how long they passed me between them.
Each girl wanted more.
Each girl whispered something dirtier than the last.
"You suck good. Make me warm," Sapphy breathed.
"Hubby need more praise," Trina cooed, cupping her breast in front of my mouth.
"Hard again? Good boy," Gale growled.
"Still twitching? Flow like that," she purred.
I was dizzy. Wet. My face red and lips tingling.
My arousal never went down. Not once.
My cheeks were soaked from their chests, my neck marked with love bites and smudges of sweat and affection. Their strokes under the furs had long since stolen my strength, but they didn't stop. Not when I whimpered. Not when I begged.
"More," they chanted. "More love. More suck."
And when the fire died down and the night settled over the jungle, they piled onto me one by one. Trina wrapped her legs around my chest, Gale pressed her breasts against my head, Flow straddled my lap, and Sapphy climbed on top to kiss my forehead with a flushed, possessive smile.
"Hubby fed now," she whispered. "But girls still hungry."
"You'll kill me," I groaned, eyes barely open.
"Then die happy," Flow said, grinding against me.
They giggled, then leaned in again, whispering in unison:
"Feed us too."