Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 554: Diana’s Pissing Pussy

Both Diana and Angela were utterly spent, their bodies limp and glistening with sweat and remnants of their encounter. Their chests heaved as they struggled to catch their breath.

Angela eventually collapsed atop Diana with a broken, satisfied moan, her ample bosom pressing against Diana’s as she drowsily nuzzled between them.

I slipped in beside the two exhausted women, my own cock still slick and semi-hard, resting against Angela’s rear. In mere moments, all three of us succumbed to a deep, sex-induced slumber.

When consciousness returned a few hours later, the morning light was beginning to permeate the room. A smirk played on my lips as I surveyed the beautiful, messy scene before me.

Diana and Angela were making a valiant effort to stand, their legs quivering uncontrollably, their thighs still slick with lingering fluids. They leaned heavily on each other, hobbling pathetically towards the bathroom like two thoroughly pleasured women who had endured an entire night of passion. Their intimate areas were swollen, puffy, and noticeably red. Each slow, unsteady step caused their ample posteriors to jiggle softly.

A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from my chest.

Both women instantly flushed crimson, their faces burning with embarrassment.

"Whose fault is this... You fucking animal?” Angela murmured hoarsely, her voice raw from hours of screaming my name.

Diana shot me a weak glare, her thighs pressing together instinctively. "We can barely walk... Look what you did to our holes..."

I rose to my feet, my muscular physique towering over them, and drew both naked women into a tight embrace. I possessively groped their soft, stain-marked asses, squeezing the tender flesh as I kissed their necks.

"All mine," I growled proudly. "Let me help you, my dirty little aunts."

Without a moment's hesitation, I effortlessly scooped them both up — one arm beneath each of their thick thighs, my hands cupping their sore, well-used backsides. They gasped and wrapped their arms around my neck as I carried them into the spacious bathroom.

I gently set them down on the cool tiles and turned on the warm shower. Steam rapidly enveloped the room. With slow, deliberate movements, I began to cleanse them.

I started with Angela. I had her bend forward slightly, parting her plump buttocks wide with both hands. Her tight little asshole was still puffy and slightly agape from the intense attention it had received all night. I gently pressed a soapy finger against her sensitive entrance, circling it slowly.

"Ahh... mmm..." Angela whimpered, her legs trembling. "Be gentle... it’s so sore..."

I leaned in and whispered, "This greedy shithole took my cock so deep last night," as I carefully washed inside her, my finger moving in and out with slick, wet sounds. She moaned shamelessly, pushing her rear back against my hand.

I moved to Diana next. I knelt behind her, spreading her even wider. Her asshole was visibly ravaged — red, swollen, and still seeping a little of my dried seed. I took my time cleaning every inch, sliding two soapy fingers inside her tight ring while my other hand cupped and washed her dripping vulva. My thumb traced slow circles over her sensitive clitoris.

"F-Fuck... Dexter..." Diana moaned loudly, her voice quivering. "Your fingers... they feel so good even after you destroyed us..."

I spent long minutes intimately exploring and thoroughly cleaning both of their orifices, relishing every whimper, every shiver, and every wet squelch of my fingers within their thoroughly used bodies. Their pussies were already beginning to produce fresh moisture again by the time I concluded.

Finally, Diana limped to the toilet on unsteady legs and lowered herself onto the seat with a weary sigh. She spread her thighs slightly, offering me an unimpeded view of her swollen, freshly cleansed intimate area.

Then she began to urinate.

A loud, powerful sssssssssssshhhhhh filled the bathroom as her hot urine gushed forth in a strong, hissing stream. The sound was lewd and arousing, echoing off the tiles. Diana bit her lip, eyes half-closed in relief, emitting a soft, shameless moan as the pressure subsided. Her urine splashed noisily into the water below, her puffy labia trembling with the flow.

Angela watched with a tired smirk, still leaning against the wall.

Throughout this entire time, my cock had been steadily growing. By the time Diana was halfway through her prolonged urination, I was rock-hard again — thick, veiny, and pointing directly at them, throbbing heavily with renewed desire. Diana’s gaze dropped to my massive erection. She stared at it hungrily even as she continued to pee, the hissing sound persisting.

"You... you are truly a pervert..." she breathed, her voice husky and low. "We can barely stand... our assholes are still gaping and leaking from your cock... and you're already hard again? That monster is twitching while you watch me piss..."

With a slow stroke of my imposing cock, I gazed down at them, a smirk playing on my lips. "Can you fault me? Two stunning, recently ravished beauties hobbling about with aching, dripping openings... How could I possibly remain unaroused?"

Angela’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips, her gaze fixed intently on my manhood. "He truly is an untamable beast... Our husbands' members never satisfy us enough."

Diana, after a final, lingering release from her bladder, looked up at me, her eyes glazed with need and her cheeks flushed crimson.

I advanced, my rigid cock mere inches from their flushed faces, still slick and heavy with desire. It pulsed powerfully before them, the considerable, veined head already oozing a glistening bead of pre-cum.

"The cleaning ritual isn't quite concluded," I announced, a dark, ravenous grin spreading across my face.

Diana’s stare locked onto my massive cock, a turbulent mix of exhaustion and raw lust churning within her. She leaned forward, drawing a deep inhalation along its entire length, ingesting the mingled, potent scents of her sister's rear, my essence, and my own musk. Her eyes narrowed as she fixed a glare upon me.

"Who commanded me to cherish this cock with such ferocity...?" she whispered, her voice thick with a potent blend of devotion and carnal longing.

Then, without another utterance, Diana parted her soft lips and welcomed my throbbing cock into the warmth of her wet mouth. She began with a slow suction on the bulbous head, her teasing tongue tracing lazy, sensual patterns around its sensitive underside.

"Mmmph..." she moaned around my shaft, the vibrations coursing directly down my hardening penis. Wet, explicit sounds of fellatio echoed in the small space as she treated the tip as her most cherished delicacy, her tongue flicking and lapping at the escaping precum.