Chapter 5

As Audrey undressed in front of me, showing off that exquisite body of hers at last, the twinkle in her eye only seemed to grow. She knelt before me and took me inside her mouth first, much to my surprise, sucking me to ensure hardness, as if that was ever in any kind of doubt. I stroked that lovely hair of hers and stared into her incredibly bewitching hazel eyes, winking at her as she deep-throated me to my further amazement now.

“You really can be had for the taking, can’t you? But I wanted more than just your body, in case you missed that fact. I wanted you. Nowadays, I could have plowed you in that bank in front of Marilou and none would have even given it a second thought. But I wanted to do more than screw you. I wanted to keep you. I wanted ... to possess you. To own you, for lack of a better word. And now I do, don’t I? Your ass is mine!” I told Audrey playfully, as I lifted her by her face and kissed her soft lips to slip her some tongue.

“My ass, yes. My pussy, also yes. Oui, oui, oui ... and my mouth ... a very loud oui! Every hole in my body, every square inch of my flesh, my skin, all of me. It’s yours, Darius Rockford! You. Own. Me. I’m yours for life. For eternity, for lack of a better word. If I could live forever to serve and worship you forever, I totally would! Somehow, I’m not sure how, you gained possession, ownership of me, body and soul, tonight, and I never want to be free of you ever again!” Audrey made it abundantly clear that she was personal, private plaything for the rest of her days.

“Very well, then,” I answered as I cut myself in her presence and smeared my blood across her forehead as instructed by Baal.

Instantly, a red mark in the form of a drop of blood appeared on Audrey’s forehead and her eyes took on a glassy look for a moment. I then took her hand and lifted her onto the kitchen counter to enter her with her legs upon my shoulders. I began furiously pumping in and out of my new slut, my maitresse, concubine, or whatever. She was mine now, utterly mine to do with as I pleased. She would never be her own woman again, but would always belong to me. Forever. She was my slut now and I would always treat her well. I had followed the instructions left by Baal about his last boon to me to the letter and had now reaped the rewards. Audrey was my bitch now and she would never wish to be anything else for eternity!

That was when it occurred to me. There could be even greater synergy and harmony in my household if Kara, Chloe, Zoe, and I literally owned every last member of my tribe. If we could bring the rest of the cult fully on board with the idea of eternal bondage to us, we could direct its future in a far more efficient manner. I could remove any last resentments, pain, misery, sorrow, bitterness, or whatever else might obstruct greater intimacy among us and improve the family rather well for that into the bargain.

I really fucked Audrey now in earnest and all that she seemed to care about was getting more of my dick inside her. She thrust back at me with a growing eagerness and abandon, bucking her hips to take me deeper on each stroke and improve her chances of conceiving my spawn. That little Creole tart wanted nothing more than to serve me and receive my jizz in every hole of her body. She kept kissing my face while I continued plowing her sweet, tight pussy for all that she was worth.

“Oh, I warned you that I was snug, didn’t I? How tight am I, right? You like it? I do! I love it, Master! I love every second of it! Here, do me from behind now!” Audrey urged me to bend her over and take her like a bitch in heat.

I really thrust harder and deeper as she met me halfway more than once. Her ass now worked with her hips to get me closer to my ecstatic release. Audrey certainly enjoyed it as she proved by creaming herself all over me, biting her bottom lip, and curling her toes, of all things! Every last cell in her body now grasped that she was my private property and my pleasure would only bring more to her. She had magically been transformed into my eager captive and bondservant right down to her very atoms.

“Oh, God, woman, I am going to ravage you until you can’t stand it anymore. Then I’m going to plunder your cunny with every single thrust inside you aiming for your cervix after all. I am going to breed you if it fucking kills me, my dear! You are mine now and you must do as you’re told,” I declared while caressing Audrey’s smooth bottom and shoving my dick so far inside her that she would feel me everywhere in her body.

With or without my blood, she was never gonna be the same again. I erupted inside Audrey’s slippery twat and she moaned the loudest orgasm that I ever heard, which felt almost surreal and supernatural in its impact upon both of us. I heard more soft laughter, which had to be Ashtaroth again. That Goddess certainly knew how to play the most delightful tricks on us mortals, didn’t she?

I was far from done with Audrey, though, as I proved by fucking her in every single room of the house. All that evening, I took her so many times that she had to limp from each chamber to the next. I went back and forth from her pussy to her mouth to her ass, fucking each hole eagerly whenever it pleased me and admiring her slender, graceful physique as I ravished her and claimed her as mine forever all over again. Audrey could never be anything my eager and enthusiastic plaything ever again. She was mine and I refused to give her up. For or to anyone.

As I looked up and realized that Audrey had passed out on me, bent over the ottoman, I checked the clock and it said that it was only half past midnight. I had simply spent the past few hours inside the body of a very willing and delectable woman. I noticed that Kara still waited patiently for me to take her next, which I was all too willing and happy to do so later.

“Hey, didn’t you promise to eat my ass while Master plowed you? You’re not going to back out of that, are you? I want my ass eaten, thank you very much, Mistress!” Audrey now deliberately recalled one of the more enjoyable threats from Kara to herself after I roused her, “now, here’s my asshole, with my cheeks spread for your pleasure! Bon appetit!”

“Gimme that!” Kara demanded as she knelt behind Audrey to begin rimming her in earnest, “I really dig this butt and I want to lick it whenever it pleases me! I’m afraid that your ass is never going to be safe from me ever again, dear Audrey. Especially not my tongue!”

“Oui, Mon Dieu! Your tongue in my ass is the only thing that’s even close to as good as Darius’s cock in my pussy, ass, or mouth! Lick me! Lick my butthole! Rim me, slut! Rim me until your tongue drops off!” Audrey screamed while I continued fucking Kara into her, grabbing those lovely buns on every last stroke.

“You sly devil ... you did it! You made Audrey your abject thrall! You should do that to Ashley and Trina, not to mention Mom, your mother, and Aunt Nina. Aunt Sophia, Aunt Cherise, and Aunt Erica as well! And Claire, of course! Imagine each of those women as your personal love slaves or whatever, total thralls unable or unwilling to ever break free of your dominion over them!” Kara urged me on to total mastery over everyone in our tribe and just associated with it.

I continued to pump deeper in and out of Kara, while she kept repeating a million risque ideas that she could never imagine were about to be true. I admired her lovely bottom and her back dimples as I plowed into her for the next hour or so. It was also apparent that Steve had to sit there and wait while his girlfriend took as much of my cock as I made possible in one day.

When I couldn’t take any more, just as Kara creamed herself on me, I spilled my seed deep inside my slutty sister at last. Kara didn’t even miss a heartbeat, still rimming Audrey out of sheer, brazen animal lust by now. She kept lapping away at Audrey’s ass and making the teller’s toes curl, of all things.

“Alright, Steve, here’s your turn. Make me proud! You’ve waited long enough for a ‘buttered bun,’ if you will. Now, take it! Fuck me good and hard as Darius just did. And then fuck Audrey as well. I want all of us to struggle just to get to our feet. If that’s okay with Darius, of course. Now, you know what to do, so do it!” Kara tantalized Steve, even as he fucked her repeatedly in desperation to make her cum, “oooh, sweet, you did fuck the aunties! Very manly of you! I can feel their juices oozing into my cunt to mix with my own!”

“Oh, God, I’m twenty-four years old, a graduate of Tulane University, summa cum laude no less, and a teller at a respectable bank, yet I’m also in happy thrall to a nineteen year old boy with only a high school diploma! And to his eighteen year old little sister! I have to warn you, I have a lot of student loans! Kinda ... hard ... to pay off that debt!” Audrey moaned as she came again and so did Kara.

With that, Steve emptied his balls inside Kara and she rose long enough to cut her right hand. She smeared her blood on his forehead before he could even think to object and his eyes instantly became glassy for a moment there. A red blood drop appeared on his forehead, marking him as Kara’s own thrall. He utterly belonged to her now and forever, with no desire to ever break free.

“Well, that’s one way to solve marital strife! Make your future husband always obey his wife!” I joked as I pulled both Kara and Audrey in for a deep tongue kiss, which they also gave each other.

“Yes, that’s true. I hope that you mark Ashley the same way very soon. Our spouses should obey us totally, don’t you think? We’re the high priestess and high priest, after all. Locked into the hieros gamos for eternity! Bound to serve Lord Baal and Lady Ashtaroth forever. I think that I’ll even put it in Steve’s wedding vows, as you should put it in Ashley’s! They’ll have no trouble keeping those vows at all! He’s going to make an adorable little henpecked hubby to his wife, don’t you agree? Hey, we should make Steve and Audrey fuck now!” Kara suggested, another of her beautiful ideas.

“Works for me. Audrey, stay bent over that ottoman and keep your thighs apart so that Steve can fuck you hard from behind there!” I instructed Audrey, who blew me a kiss as she followed my commands.

“Steve, you know what to do. Fuck Audrey. Can he fuck both holes? I really want him to fuck both holes! Pussy first, and then ass!” Kara requested of me.

“Actually, I want him to fuck all three holes. Fuck her mouth, too, when he finishes in her twat. And then fuck her ass! I’m going to fuck her mouth myself just now, while Steve uses her cunt!” I told Kara as I pushed my cock past Audrey’s lips into her mouth.

Audrey opened very wide in response and took me as far into her throat as she could handle. She began gagging several times, but she kept sucking my dick, not caring that I had been in both her twat and her butt. She just kept sucking me, even licking me when she had to stop sucking, licking me from head to base and back, after which she would resume sucking me deeper into her throat. The fact that Steve’s prick was far inside her cunt didn’t faze her at all, of course. The fact that she had so many loads now in both of her holes that they left a permanent stain on the ottoman didn’t bother her, either. She eagerly took on both Steve and I, even moaned onto my cock as she felt Kara resume licking her ass for a while there.

“I couldn’t resist! Audrey’s bottom is very lickable! It’s a dessert in itself! Like soft-serve ice cream, but it doesn’t melt away! The sweetest booty I’ve ever tasted, bar none!” Kara said, making Audrey blush again in spite of herself.

“Speaking of yummy, I love how Master’s cock tastes with so much pussy and ass on it! With your pussy on it, for instance! I can taste your cunt juice on his prick and I love it! I can taste both of my own holes on it and I love that, too! And, damn, Steve ... your dick is nothing to sneeze at in my tight, snug little pussy! Can you feel how tight, how snug my little snatch is, Steve? Don’t you want a lot more of that?” Audrey teased Steve while bucking her hips before she resumed the enthusiastic blowjob she gave me.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, my fucking God!” was all we could get out of Steve right then.

He was rendered speechless by a pussy like Audrey’s, that never seemed to loosen up at all. It was wet, sloppy even, but it stay every bit as tight as she swore it was earlier. Something about her petite body kept her slit from ever loosening up like a typical one. It had to hurt at times during intercourse, but she never seemed to mind it. She even took pride in it, from what I could tell. Well, it also meant that she could always feel whatever dick was inside her, so that was a boon, wasn’t it?

“Doesn’t that ever hurt, Audrey? Being so snug?” I asked her to be frank with me.

“Yes, yes, it does, sometimes ... a lot, but it also feels so very good at times! Sometimes, it feels best when it hurts the most! I ... think that on some ... level, I dig the pain! I take pride in my ... ability to endure it and enjoy it whenever I’m being fucked so hard like this! It hurts right now, but please, don’t stop it! I want it! I want the mix of pleasure and pain! I love it!” Audrey basically confessed to being a masochist to some extent.

“How are we ever going to get a baby or two or three safely out of that?” I asked her before fucking her face again.

“You will, Master, trust me. You just ... will! Oh, fuck, oh, fucking, fuckety ... FUCK! Don’t put it back in just yet! Not ... yet ... I’m going to ... fucking ... CUMMMMMM and I don’t want to ... bite you by ... accident!” Audrey shouted as her toes curled and she bit her bottom lip.

Audrey clenched Steve’s dick so hard that he feared it might break off or something for a second or lose too much circulation and fall off. He immediately spurted a dozen ropes into her slick, juicy gash and pulled out as soon as she loosened up enough. I then fucked her throat very hard again and shot out my own jizz to make her swallow every drop of my load. She obediently stayed put and spread her cheeks apart to tease Steve with the prospect of buggery. Steve ignored the bait only because he was under command and didn’t wish to displease his Mistress/fiancee. He began actively fucking her throat and she proudly gagged on him as she did with me.

“Can you make him cum down my throat, too, pretty please! I want another load to swallow after Master’s. I’m starting to crave the taste of jizz! I really am!” Audrey pleaded with Kara and me.

“Steve, you heard the lady! Fuck her throat and cum down it ... and then fuck her sweet ass and cum inside it, too! I want there to be lots of loads in Master’s little slut here! His little cum whore!” Kara instructed her thrall, who was unable to resist obeying her, of course.

“Attaboy, Steve! Fuck my horny little slut bitch and spill your spunk down her throat! Make her swallow it! Fuck her face good and hard! Use it like it’s another pussy! It’s soft and wet, just like one, after all!” I told Steve while I joined Kara in rimming Audrey as if to make her really have trouble holding back.

I had to taste her myself, after all. It was such a delectable bottom and I wanted to really lick it as it deserved! Kara and I devoured Audrey’s tush for what felt like a glorious eternity, making her seem to float on the clouds as she reacted to two tongues exploring her booty at once. A couple of times, she scraped Steve a little with her teeth, but he didn’t even comment, even if he looked a bit scared for a second. He was too intent upon making her swallow his load.

Finally, of course, Steve couldn’t hold out any longer and spilled his seed down her gullet, making Audrey cream herself all over again. Kara and I both arose and made way for Steve’s dick to enter Audrey’s backdoor now, which he hastened to do, not even a trace of any softness in his prick. She was very well-lubed by now, with so many loads, not to mention slick thanks to Kara’s tongue and mine which had just rimmed her so hungrily.

As Steve started sodomizing Audrey in earnest, her toes curled all over again and she bit her bottom lip once again, indicating a growing frequency of her more intense orgasms that night. I suspected that she enjoyed the pain even more than she let on, in fact. Yeah, this one was a keeper for sure! I could blister her behind and she would probably cream herself to that, too! Her petite, supple body never looked so beautiful as it did when so sweaty and covered in jizz as well as her own juices, while being fucked hard in her tightest hole of all. Her luxuriant hair was matted to her face, but she looked absolutely divine, at least to me.

“You mortals are never as close to the Gods, at least the fertility ones like us, as when you’re deep in the midst of erotic ecstasy. It’s the beauty of Nature by another name or in another guise. It’s a truly mystical thing and doesn’t have to be rare or infrequent to be sacred or special at all. In fact, the more you fuck like this, the more like us you become!” Ashtaroth told me while smiling at the scene before us.

“It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it, such a lovely young woman, getting her ‘ashes hauled,’ another strange, but interesting euphemism that you mortals have for the delights of sexual congress, especially knowing that it’s just raw sexuality for its own sake. It’s primal, it’s primordial, even. It’s the beast within being let out and it is a beauty!” Baal not surprisingly agreed firmly with his consort on this matter.

“Will she be able to safely deliver children, with a cunt that tight?” I asked the divine couple with real concern for her welfare.

“Certainly, my dear boy. Don’t fret your handsome head over that! It’s an amazingly flexible and resilient body part, the vagina, meant to expand, retract, and do all kinds of things. Truly a beauty to behold! A magnificent specimen of absolute delight and incredible strength and stamina,” Baal reassured me.

“But, on behalf of all ladies, mortal and divine, thank you for actually giving a crap about that! It’s not that men don’t care about women’s needs, it’s just that they don’t understand what’s at stake at times and naively just assume that everything will always be okay, because they don’t experience the sort of worries women have to experience. To know enough to care about this sort of thing, that shows real wisdom, even if misplaced in this particular case,” Ashtaroth said a lot more than she had in the recent past since I met her.

Just then, of course, Kara began sucking my cock, rather eagerly in fact, while we watched Audrey and Steve go at it even more. Kara’s thrall was soon balls deep inside mine, both of them unable to even register the presence of anyone else at that particular moment. They were lost to all else at that juncture, perhaps because they were in such an erotically charged state from the constant use that they were oblivious to all else but the sexual frenzy that engulfed them.

When Audrey came very loudly and Steve exploded inside her bum, he slid out of her at last and limped to his feet. She just stayed put for now, looking at me for further instructions or perhaps even hoping for some. I didn’t give her any just yet, simply admired the sweaty, smelly flesh of my cute little harlot or strumpet, or whatever one wished to call her right then. She was more than just bare skin covered in a sheen of shiny sweat and body oils. She was a work of art.

“My dove, you are quite the treat, aren’t you?” I told Audrey at last while kissing her soft lips and not caring at all about the cum on her breath, “I can hardly wait to parade you naked in public and fuck you in front of everyone in the world. Imagine that, babe!”

“I can hardly wait until you enslave Marilou! You will, won’t you, please? Enslave her for me and make her serve you alongside me? Make her your thrall, just like me. And do that to Claire, too, pretty please! Kara can have Marilou’s husband as well as Dean and Henri and Silvio, if she likes! They can all serve you guys together! Nobody has to be sad or lonely at all!” Audrey pleaded with me to claim her boss and that lovely waitress from Henri’s restaurant last night.

“The thought has certainly occurred to me, I won’t deny it!” I chuckled, with Baal and Ashtaroth joining me in mirth.

“Who ... are they?” Audrey asked me.

“That’s Lord Baal and Lady Ashtaroth, my sweet little slut!” Kara ninja’d me on that response.

“Canaanite Gods? They’re real? Oh, wow ... oh, fuck! And they’re so beautiful, too! Radiant, even! Well, they’re Gods, so that makes sense! They’re why I’m your happy, satisfied thrall? Thank you, Lord and Lady! This was such a gift, not just to Master, but to me! I’ve never been happier in my life than in service to Master!” Audrey expressed her true joy.

“Even when in a lot of pain?” I teased her.

“Especially then! In case you missed it, Master, the line between pain and pleasure is a blur to me. They very often overlap! I especially like rough sex for that reason! It feels fucking awesome! I love it when a man can dominate me and have his way with me all night long!” Audrey exclaimed.

“Is this typical for thralls?” I asked aloud.

“Mostly, but Audrey is abnormally suited for the role, even more than most. As you can see, she’s a pain slut. She loves to be hurt during sex. On some level, like all masochists, the wires for pain and pleasure are crossed with her. It’s a beautiful thing. Incidentally, I like this word that you’ve conceived for your servants. ‘Thralls’ seems to sum it up quite well. Not merely slaves, but people who actively enjoy serving and being dominated by someone else. Someone in thrall, under someone’s thumb and spell, well aware of the fact, and quite pleased by it,” Baal assured me with a grin on his face and another one on Ashtaroth’s.

“Did you need or want something, my Lord, some service of some kind? My Lady?” I inquired now.

“Just that I want you to be sure to ensnare a lot more people. I’ve decided that you need a lot more thralls in a hurry. I gave you that boon, partly to reward you, yes, but also to help expedite your complete overhaul of human civilization. And I wanted to see thralldom in action in the twenty-first century. It’s a truly beautiful thing, I believe. Oh, and collect plenty of celebrities when you get the chance. I really want to see Jennifer Aniston in particular under your control,” Baal name dropped a celebrity that he really liked.

“Oh, dear, you really are smitten with her, aren’t you? By the way, I should have warned you, my dear boy, that we will want to mate with you mortals now and then. Not a bad thing, do you think? Including borrowing thralls, I might add. And well, Jennifer Aniston especially appeals to my lord husband! Just as Gordon Ramsay does to me!” Ashtaroth explained.

“All that we have is yours to use as you wish. You are our Gods, our patrons, and I am your high priest and Kara your high priestess! Kara, dear, be sure to ensnare Gordon Ramsay someday soon. I’ll have to make sure to grab Jennifer Aniston myself. I already had thoughts along those lines, of course. Even if my first choice, among celebrities, is...,” I coughed.

“Penelope Cruz! I don’t blame you for that at all!” Ashtaroth laughed with a wink.

“And Gordon Ramsay, eh? Yummy guy! A bit of a cusser, but that can be hot at times! And British accents are very sexy!” Kara confessed.

“Did I mention that both Ashtaroth and I are bisexual?” Baal chuckled as he said that bit.

“No, my Lord, but it makes perfect sense. You both reflect the duality of male and female sexuality. It’s perfectly logical for both of you to be attracted to both sexes. It just ... fits,” I concluded.

“Smart kid, ain’t he? Not bad for a guy who never went to college! And he’s going to rule the world, too, as he should. Him and Kara together, as they should. The ultimate human power couple!” Ashtaroth commented.

“Yes, well, human universities really fuck people up, from what I’ve seen of mortals. They do a lot of good, even now, but they also do a lot of harm to many humans. All those insane moral platitudes, all that public pressure, social justice fanaticism, etc. It’s okay to want social justice. It’s not okay to crucify decent folks in the name of it. Of course, my definition of decent folks and theirs would be very different,” Baal mused.

“Very true, though thankfully, that will soon all be out the window!” I remarked.

“A very pleasing thought!” Kara agreed.

“Indeed it is!” Baal beamed in response.

“And you’re a God, so your definition counts for more than theirs!” Audrey pointed out, “somehow, I was never that impressed with postmodern feminist ideology. It just always seemed ... off, if you know what I mean. Something about it always raised my hackles.”

“Very true! My husband and I know better than these Fourth Wave zealots with their copies of the Redstocking Manifesto and other silly tripe. We’re ancient beings, far older and wiser than Jehovah and his many priests, too. By the way, he’s dead. That’s what my husband meant by ‘outliving our enemies.’ Jehovah is dead at last. He went down fighting, I’ll give him that. But he never knew that we were still around and we caught him with his celestial pants down!” Ashtaroth understandably gloated.

“And Audrey, this just proves that you have great instincts. The instinct to mate is strong within you. The instinct to serve a great man and trust him with your life. The instinct to bond with him on a very physical and spiritual level and not to worry about the other women who share him with you. And the instinct to reject a bizarre system of dogma every bit as toxic and harmful as Christianity.

“It’s ... unnatural, that kind of feminist mishmash. It goes against every natural urge that men and women possess, just as Christian morality does. That’s the great thing about fertility cults. We are all about embracing the synthesis of the carnal and the spiritual, not as opposites, but as complements to each other.

“When something like radical feminism is that jarring, that off, reeks that badly of lunacy, it is wise to trust one’s intuition and reject it outright. It’s logical, also, to recognize and even seek out the flaws in its premise and conclusions, its reasoning,” Baal praised my new thrall for her wisdom and good judgment.

“Thank you, my Lord. I am honored, both by this, and by the chance to serve Master and Mistress! I am a very, very, happy thrall! I just want others to share in my joy! I want this happiness for other people, too! What about you, Steve? You’ve been very quiet!” Audrey asked her most recent sexual partner.

“Oh, me? I’m a bit ... overwhelmed. A God and Goddess are standing here and you’re all chummy with them! Like talking to buddies or something! This is ... just ... wild! I’ve just had some of the most incredible sex of my life, both with Mistress and with you ... it’s just ... wow! It’s very fantastic!

“And to think that I used to call Mistress by her name, but now I think of her as simply ‘Mistress,’ by her title. She owns me ... and I love it! I love being her thrall! All I have to do is obey her commands, and what wonderful orders they are! Well, she always was the dominant one in our relationship, no doubt of that, but always so much fun about it!” Steve now confessed.

“Oh, sweetie, trust me, this is just the tip of the iceberg with me! You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Kara quoted Bachmann-Turner Overdrive in that reassurance, “you’re in for the wildest ride of your life ... and the greatest part is that it will last for eternity!”

“Well, as much as fun as this, we must depart for now. But fair warning, we will want to join the orgy soon ... and do a lot of things with you guys! It’s no sense in creating a fertility cult as Gods and not getting to fuck some people, right?” Baal declared as Ashtaroth and he left us for now.

“Alright, now, it’s time to collect some more thralls!” I chuckled as I took Audrey’s hand and Kara took Steve’s.

We found Chloe and Zoe in the midst of riding their parents, Uncle Spiro and Aunt Sophia, with red blood drop marks on their foreheads indicating that they were thralls to the twins now. Chloe was on top of Uncle Spiro, taking his cock deep inside her cowgirl-style, while Zoe had a strap-on dildo stuffed inside Aunt Sophia, making her moan with delight at being taken by her own daughter that way. Kara and I both chuckled, despite the earlier talk of claiming those two, because it was such a cute and steamy twist to see parents owned by their offspring that way.

“Oh, hi, guys! I claimed Dad as a bitch, as you can see, and Zoe got Mom! We’re gonna swap a lot, too, and gladly share them with you guys, but they’re our bitches now and we love it! They seem to enjoy it, too, themselves, don’t ya, Daddy?” Chloe asked her father while grabbing some of his hair.

“Yes, baby ... oh, God, this is incredible!” Uncle Spiro agreed.

“Mistress! I own you now! No, wait ... call me ‘Princess,’ but with a very different meaning!” Chloe demanded as she bounced up and down on her father’s dick.

“Yes, Princess! It ... feels ... amazing! Your ... cunt is ... divine!” Uncle Spiro grunted.

“And you, Mommy?” Zoe insisted as she yanked some of Aunt Sophia’s hair and pounded her harder from behind.