Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I was not stopping at all. I released fully, my cock pulsing as I pissed hard, urine started to flow harder, and the burning stream was striking deeper and deeper inside Hina’s clenched tight pussy.

The sound of my piss filling her was loud, gurgly, and splashing in the silence around us. Her walls were quivering and wrapping with my pulsing cock, her whole being shaking with the scorching, hot, and shameful flood that was getting her from the inside.

”Nnnnghhh—!!” Hina howled and her back arched wildly off the furs, her fingers digging into the pelts underneath her. ”Aaaah—! Dexter—! It’s—it’s too much—!!” Tears ran down her face as her voice caught, and her thighs trembled when my piss kept flowing into her, her cunt letting go of my cock as she did it in barely controlled, fluttering ripples of release.

I roared hard, thrusting further, my cock going all the way as I let go inside her. ”That’s the way, Aunt Hina...” My voice was a dark and angry grunt of possession, my fingers tearing into her hips as I held her firmly against me, my piss washing into her tight, pure depths. ”Put it all... Every. Last. Drop.”

And then—it stopped.

My cock jerked, the last little bit of my piss dribbling out of her gaping, swollen pussy as I pulled back, my cock popping out of her with a wet squelch. The moment my cock pulled out and the cold air hit her tight, worn entrance, it clenched around empty space looking to be filled again. She’s not just feeling emptiness, but the weight of what I pumped inside her.

A thick trail of my piss began dribbling out of her swollen folds, the gurgle it makes slipping out of her tight, clenching pussy filled the thick silence. ”Nnnnghhh~!” Hina whimpered, her fingers scrunching into the furs under her, or maybe her hips instinctively raising as if trying to keep it inside.

”Whoa—! Dexter... it’s... it’s still coming out—!” Her voice was strained and breathy as her thighs quaked from the hot shame of my piss spilling from her, dripping down her ass, and seeping into the furs beneath her.

”Mmm...” I growled, captivated by the pornographic view of her puffy pussy lips, dripping with my piss and her juices, the silent sound of her body gurgling and dripping with the contents I had poured into her.

”That’s it, Aunt Hina...” I said in my dark possessiveness, my fingers playing over her wet folds, opening her up to see my golden mark drip out. ”Let it all out... let me see if it cleaned your pussy...”

With a gasp of air, Hina’s pussy began to clench around nothing and spasmed to release the last bit of my piss out, running down her pretty pussy. ”Ahhh~! Nnn—! It’s so warm!” She whimpered, her body shaking as the heat of me soaked deeper, her clit throbbing, as another orgasm began to brew again.

”D-Dexter...! Her fingers slid down to rub her clit, her hips lifting off the furs, her pussy pulsing with need. ”I... I can feel it...! It’s inside me—! Aaaah—!”

And then—

Her body convulsed.

A forceful, embarrassing spurt came from her pussy, and her squirt shot out in rich, impulsive waves, drenching her thighs, the furs, and even Ryan who was standing frozen in horrified fixation. ”AAAAAAAAAH—! HMMMM—! I’M—I’M SQUIRTING—!” Hina begged with a high-pitched, borderline desperate wail, arching her back, clutching her pussy, as squirt sprayed everywhere both she and I had just been in.

”Ahhhh—! Dexter—! It won’t stop—!” Hina said as she as she desperately rubbed her swollen clit, and bucked her, her intensive fucking, along with another wave of her squirt that erupted from her utterly used pussy. The heat and embarrassing spray soaked my body, large amounts splashed Ryan, and she was a quivering, disconnected mess of arousal, bliss in between.

”I can feel it...! Your Piss—! It burns inside me—! Aaaah—! Hmmmm—!” Her body wriggled and convulsed in response as her empty pussy again clutched and spasmed around nothing, despite having no cock inside. Her juices already mixed with the remnants of my golden claim, slowly creeping down her trembling thighs.

Ryan stayed where he was. Still frozen and wet with his wife’s release. A display of disgust and humiliation was plastered across his face. His cock twitched rather helplessly in his hand as he attempted to shake off the shame and anger in his voice in only a whisper:

”H-Hina--!”, he growled, shaking a bit as he wiped away the sloppy viscous substance covering his face, his chest, and the excess dripping on the ground.

”You filthy—! You disgusting—! You pissed on me—?!” His eyes filled with betrayal, turning his fists so tight his knuckles whitened.

Hina refracted her face with a disappointed, sarcastic smile as she looked at the sad little puddle of Ryan’s ejaculate on the floor. ”Have you dropped your seed again?” Her tone was full of mockery as she exposed her used, wide-open pussy with her fingers, revealing the redness inside.

”Look at Dexter...” She groaned, her buttocks raising a little, her pussy squeezing with the remembrance of my organ inside her. ”Even after breeding my pussy... he hasn’t released his seed a single time...” Her eyes sparkled with victory, her voice jeering, ”But you...?” She softly laughed, her fingertips rubbing her clitoris, her pussy throbbing. ”Perhaps your cock has not recovered properly... What do you think, Dexter?”

I gestured with my hand, smiling within at Hina’s fixation to compare my organ with her husband’s. ”I’m not sure, Aunt...” The timid, amused tone in my voice was prolonged as I looked at Ryan’s miserable, leaking cock.

”Nevertheless, Aunt is correct, Elder Ryan...” I said with a smile, my hand taking hold of my still-erect cock, I began to leisurely rub. ”Apparently, your cock has not been completely healed.”

Ryan’s face flushed with shame, his erection quivering weakly in his grip, and his voice was a low, furious whisper, ”Oh is it really not healed...?” With a look back and forth between Hina’s ravaged pussy and my cock, he gulped down his pride, moving his adam’s apple.

”I need to ask Mitt and the others about how long their cock remains hard.” His voice trembled, his fingers tightening around his pathetic hardness. ”Your cock might be strong because of those herbs, Dexter...”