Chapter 7

“Holy smokes, man, that was very intense, babe!” Michelle told me with considerable excitement as she planted a lip lock on me now.

“Yeah, that was ... fucking wild! My ass can still feel it!” Jennifer exclaimed.

Jennifer laughed and blushed as she couldn’t help but relish the reminders on each buttock of the fantastic rough sex that we just did together. By now, Mary rose and still leaked both my spunk and Uncle Curtis’s, while Shawn and Summer got up to show off his creampie still in her delectable twat. I chuckled as I now pushed Shawn onto all fours and lubed him up to bugger him. I wanted it clear that his ass was mine now, just like Uncle Curtis, Bryan, and Jamie among the menfolk. My usual preference or leaning was toward girls, but sodomizing a dude now and then was definitely on my menu.

“Oh ... fuck, yeah ... yeah ... butt-fuck me! Make me your bitch!” Shawn encouraged me as I cornholed him, not showing even slight hesitation about the gay sex between us.

“This is my boi pussy, ain’t it, pussy boi?” I played with words a bit, knowing that he’d catch on for sure.

“Yes, sir, it ... is! I’m your bum boy and you know it!” Shawn confessed as I ravaged his butthole.

“Deanna, slide underneath Shawn and give him something to do with his dick while I plunder his booty!” I instructed my rather statuesque cousin, Aunt Molly’s elder, brunette daughter.

“With pleasure!” Deanna gladly slid beneath Shawn and let him plow her sweet pussy as I buggered him ruthlessly.

“Erin, put your twat against his face and make him eat that yummy slit!” I told Deanna’s younger sister, my plump, blonde cousin who was sweetness itself.

“You heard the boss man, Shawn ... eat ... me ... out!” Erin waxed a bit bossy herself with Shawn.

This only confirmed for me that each person retained their core personalities, quirks, and everything. They were just incapable of defying or resisting my will, precisely as my spirit guide told me before. They were fully able to show sass or snark in any other context if they chose. Erin was equal parts fire and ice, able to be sweet, cuddly, and charming, even submissive in the right set of circumstances, but when she wished to be, she could also assert herself more than a little. Her autism didn’t deprive her of a real personality any more than it did anyone else living with said disorder. Why would it, after all?

“Just keep that tongue busy inside Erin’s gash, pretty boy, and that cock hard at work humping Deanna, while I ram my rod deeper up your bum!” I commanded a very willing and cooperative Shawn, who didn’t let the sodomy get in the way of a satisfying romp.

Finally, of course, it was just too much for Shawn, all that stimulation coming from Erin’s sweet slit and Deanna’s evident tightening on his prick, not to mention my dick in his butt. He spent his load in several ropes, even as I pumped out plenty of white-hot jizz up his rump. The way that Missy rushed to wipe my cock clean while Michelle eagerly lapped up all of my spunk from Shawn’s bunghole only reinforced how hot and bothered we all were by now.

“Man, this is the life! Everyone with everyone else, right?” Angel exclaimed, even as I spread her cheeks and kissed her shoulders.

“That indeed, lover,” I concurred, noticing that I basically lost my male refractory period for good.

“Yes, that was necessary. Don’t worry. Your dick won’t fall off or be damaged. We’d never let that happen. But, yes, you and the other men in the group can get hard on demand. I doubt that you’ll miss said downtime, will you, Dan?” the spirit asked me.

“Hell to the no, I won’t. You got my number,” I answered in my own head, “I’m gonna love being a satyr!”

“By the way, we’ve decided that when Sarah and Mary Beth turn fourteen, they’ll start their own groups of sixty-nine members. They’ll get their own daggers, too. Not everyone can be in one of these cults, but the tendency to fit easily into them does seems to run in certain families. That’s a good thing, I believe. It helps with harmonious relations, to say the least. Also, members of one cult can mate with those of others, of course. It’s just that each cell is self-sufficient and each has a leader who must be in absolute control ... and each has a distinct mark chosen by said leader placed upon the buttocks,” the spirit continued.

I began fucking Angel’s butt in earnest and she pushed back hungrily at me with every last thrust inside her. I might be jailbait, but she never gave a damn about that except to joke about it. She adored me and I her, one of the growing number of disciples that I had who considered me their leader and their guru or whatever. I had my own little ashram, for lack of a better word. Perhaps in time we would all share a home rather than living separately. It would certainly be a very busy house if we did.

“Oh ... fuck ... Dan ... fuck ... my ... ass! Harder, please! Rougher!” Angel begged me for more dick up her butthole.

Where I was now positioned, I could see a mirror and in it, Angel bit her bottom lip as I took her booty. The intensity of her pain and pleasure from the sodomy was too much to ignore. She liked it rough, no, hell, she LOVED it rough, painful even, and we both knew it. Angel was more than a cum-slut or even a butt-slut ... she was a pain slut and that was abundantly clear by now. The enthusiasm on top of her eager hip and buttock movements back at me, on top of her sheer tightness and slickness back there ... it was too much. Angel creamed herself even as I flooded her colon with my spunk. Her plump moons looked delicious as it was, but the anal creampie just made them sweeter.

Missy actually took my dick into her mouth right then, sucking me straight from Angel’s pucker, whispering that she knew how religiously the busty blonde cleaned herself out. Her own, dirty blonde hair, was an interesting contrast to Angel’s lighter shade, both women rather pale to say the least. Michelle, meanwhile, spread Angel’s cheeks and rimmed her with gusto, loving the anal creampie from her just as she did from Shawn’s cornhole. Michelle had a natural fondness for analingus, that much was evident.