Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 292: Pissing On Ruth’s Pussy

After locking eyes with Ruth and giving her a reassuring, slow nod, I shifted my focus back to Ada. My voice came out as a deep, steady rumble, saturated with power. "Mother Ada... you may relieve yourself now. Have no fear—I am keeping watch. You are safe."

Ada’s breath hitched in her throat. Her thighs shook slightly as she adjusted her weight on the toilet seat, her naked buttocks pressing into the chilly porcelain.

She hesitated for a mere heartbeat before spreading her legs further apart, her knees falling open in a slow, intentional movement. With trembling fingers, she reached down to part the thick, dark curls of her bush with her thumbs, pulling her pussy lips wide to reveal the shimmering, engorged pink flesh hidden beneath.

The display was raw, obscene, and utterly mesmerizing. Her inner lips were slick, already glistening with either sweat or arousal, and the hood of her clit retracted slightly as she pulled herself open.

The dark, puckered entrance of her pussy was fully exposed, twitching faintly as she adjusted her hold. Ruth leaned forward, her eyes wide with fascination and her breathing accelerating as she examined every detail.

"Mother..." Ruth whispered, her voice nearly breathless, "I can see your pink pussy so clearly... it looks beautiful from here."

Ada’s face flushed deep red, yet she did not pull her legs together. Instead, she threw a half-hearted glare at Ruth, her voice carrying a hint of feigned annoyance. "What are you staring at, girl? Don’t you possess one of your own?"

Ruth merely smirked, showing no shame. "I do, of course. But yours is..." She paused, tilting her head as if inspecting a masterpiece. "Prettier. And so... open."

Ada exhaled a ragged breath, her fingers still keeping herself spread wide while her pussy lips trembled with anticipation.

Then—it started. A soft, needy whimper broke from her as the first droplets of piss escaped, turning into a thin, golden stream that splashed noisily against the porcelain below.

The sound was sharp and lewd, the flow quickly gaining momentum until it became a steady, rhythmic gush. The liquid struck the water with a sequence of loud, wet pattering sounds.

Ada’s toes curled and her thighs shook as the relief took hold of her. Her pussy lips stayed parted, her clit peeking from its hood, glistening and swollen while the piss poured out and filled the bathroom with sound. Her breath came in ragged, short gasps, and she gripped the edge of the toilet seat with her free hand for balance. The stream pulsed, powerful and continuous, as the scent of her musk blended with the sharp tang of urine in the air.

Ruth stood there captivated, her fingers twitching restlessly at her sides as if some invisible power was pulling her toward Ada’s exposed flesh.

Ada’s pussy twitched with each final spasm, the last few golden drops falling in shaky, uneven spurts until her lips finally fluttered shut as the stream ceased. A soft, satisfied tremor passed through her body; her breathing remained uneven, and her thighs were coated in a light sheen of sweat.

My cock hardened painfully within my trousers. The sight of Ada spread out, her glistening pussy still slightly open and her clit swollen and flushed, was too much. Fuck. I was mesmerized, my gaze fixed on her as my pulse hammered in my ears.

Eventually, Ada moved, rising with a slow and unhurried grace that caused her breasts to sway gently. The motion broke my trance, and I cleared my throat, letting out a small cough to distract myself before the tent in my pants became impossible to ignore.

I reached past her and pushed the flush handle. The toilet roared, water swirling violently before it cleared, leaving the bowl gleaming and spotless. Ada gasped, her eyes widening as she watched the rushing water cleanse everything, as if an invisible force had wiped away every trace of the act.

Ruth let out a breathless giggle, clapping her hands with childlike amazement. "It’s like magic..." Her voice shook with wonder, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the toilet. "So incredible...!" She turned to me, her face glowing with curiosity and her body humming with excitement. "Dexter, may I try? I want to experience it myself!"

I didn't hesitate for a second. My fingers found the thin straps of her nightie, sliding them down her shoulders in a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric glided over her skin, whispering against her body before it pooled around her feet, leaving her completely naked.

Ruth’s perky breasts were revealed, her nipples already hardening in the cool air, while her smooth pussy glistened faintly under the bathroom light.

I glanced at Ada, who was observing her daughter with a mixture of hunger and fascination, her own fingers clenching into her palms as if she were fighting the urge to touch.

"Look at you," Ada whispered, her voice rough and low as her eyes traced the lines of Ruth’s body. "So eager..."

Ruth did not shrink away. Instead, she bit her lip, her gaze darting between Ada and me as her breathing quickened. "I just... I want to know what it feels like," she confessed, her voice soft yet bold.

I guided her onto the toilet seat, her bare ass meeting the cold porcelain. She shifted her weight, parting her legs just enough for the air to brush against her.

Ruth asked with curiosity, "Dexter... how do men use this thing?" She wiggled on the seat, her bare ass rubbing against the cold porcelain, her pussy lips shimmering with a faint layer of arousal.

Ruth’s breath hitched when my fingers went to my belt, the metallic sound of the zipper cutting through the heavy silence. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head dark with blood and already weeping pre-cum. Ruth’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as her eyes locked onto it; her thighs pressed together before instinctively falling open once more.

I stroked myself once, my grip firm and possessive, as a low growl vibrated in my chest. "Let me show you how men use this," I said, my voice thick with hunger, my cock twitching in my hand.

Ruth remained still. She stayed exactly where she was, her legs spreading wider in an unspoken invitation. I stepped between her thighs, my cock hovering just above her pussy, the heat from her body enveloping me like a promise.

With a slow, intentional motion, I began to piss, the stream hot and powerful, splashing directly onto her exposed lips.

"Aaaah—!" Ruth jerked, her back arching as the hot liquid struck her. "Nnnngh—Dexter—!" Her voice broke, her moans coming out in ragged gasps as the piss flooded over her pussy, the heat searing her sensitive skin.

"It’s—ah!—so hot!" She twitched, her hips bucking as the stream splashed against her; some of it flowed into the toilet, while the rest dripped down her thighs in shimmering paths.

"Your piss—fuck—it’s burning me!" she whimpered, her fingers gripping the porcelain until her knuckles turned white. "But it feels—ah!—so good..." Her pussy lips trembled, glistening and swollen, and her clit peeked out, flushed and throbbing.