Medieval torture chambers, evil dungeons, even a cave with stalactites hanging down like huge fangs. All of it had filtered through my mind like a scr...ening of mankind's greatest horror stories or cheesy horror movies.I should have known better. We weren't dealing with a man. And women have long been known as the creators of the worst atrocities.With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor,. The girls were both tall and beautiful with slim waists and pert B cup breasts still waiting to flower. Their hair was jet black and short with not a single strand present below their necks. But best of all their skin was the darkest brown of roasted coffee beans, which nicely showing off their African heritage. In contrast Mrs Amsel almost 40 but shorter than both of them, with long blonde hair, currently tied in a tight bun and milky white skin. In her youth she'd been pretty and it was. I just watched my thick shaft sliding into her pussy, then at the look of pure bliss on my sexy niece’s face. As my cock was buried inside her, I ground hard against her, pulling her hips hard, sending waves of pleasure through her swollen clitty. Pulling back out, holding my cock head just inside her as I repeated the process again and again. Every second or third thrust, I’d pull her hips to one side or the other, hitting a new set of nerve endings inside her aroused young. “Well, whatever. By the way, you kids did use a condom, right?” Linda asked.“Of course not, why would we need one of those?” I retorted.“Paula’s not on any form of birth control, and she is in the middle of her fertile period!” Linda exclaimed with some panic in her voice.“We are aware of that. Producing offspring is one of the essentially reasons the Consensus allows us to have companions,” I countered.“But Paula is your cousin!” Mom declared in horror.“We’ve been all through this,” I said, my.