My cock drove deeper with every stroke, every thrust causing her hips to move back at me as she welcomed my prick inside her drenched, but tight pussy... At fourteen, she had flourished in Aunt Molly’s house (technically Uncle Curtis’s, but they really did share everything). Her pale bottom glistened with sweat, which made it even more delightful as I began some ass play to her gratification.Uncle Curtis, for his part, was now quite busy fucking the holy shit out of Deanna, his thick rod. We’d visited the nearby town and exhausted its three pubs and generally wound-down. It was the last evening and we’d cooked-up a feast and polished off a couple of bottles of wine. It was the end of the weekend and we were the last people on the site, ready for our final night.It was getting dark and we’d lit a fire, I could just about make out the shapes of the others, a mixture of the dark and the wine affecting my vision.I was with three other couples, Dave was with his. So clinical.“I prefer the official dispenser,” I said.Aunt Barb removed the syringe, kissed Sara’s up-turned pussy. “That was not offered as an option, if I remember correctly.”A really significant thought crossed my mind when she said that. I glanced down at Ben’s dick – MY dick, Bink’s dick, and on past occasions, Aunt Barb’s dick – and it just seems to me that the whole ‘syringe’ thing is stupid.There are four females in this room. And our Ben. And he’s mated with three of them in the. ”“Yes,” said the graceful woman. “I’m very curious why you’re here. What that means.”“What your game is,” said the lamia.“I just need to speak to the Serpent Oracle,” I said. “That’s all. That’s why I’m here.”“You do play deadly games,” said the lamia. “Is that how one of your women ended up with Iustia’s Manacles on her?”“One of my enemies tried to capture her,” I growled. “I drove the bitch off, but my mother has been left like this for weeks.”“It’s very tiring,” said Mother. Her chains.