Only then was it my turn—after they’d cum, marking her inside and out, preparing her like a ritual sacrifice for the true king. I pulled her to me in missionary, laying her back on the rug, her legs spreading wide in invitation, pussy lips puffy and dripping their cum, a creamy mix leaking out as I positioned my cock at her entrance. I thrust in slowly at first, savoring the velvet grip, her walls still tight despite their efforts, stretching around my girth with a wet, sucking sound. “Still tight for you, beta,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine, hands pulling me closer for a passionate kiss—lips crashing, tongues dancing in a fervent exchange of breath and saliva, her nails raking down my back as I began to fuck her with deep, romantic strokes, bodies pressed skin-to-skin, hearts pounding in sync. Ajay and Sanjay flanked us, Ajay performing cunnilingus on her clit while I thrust—his tongue flicking the swollen nub in time with my hips—while Sanjay sucked her breasts, alternating between nipples with wet, passionate pulls.
The positions blurred into a passionate tapestry: I flipped her to doggy, spanking her ass harder than they had, red welts rising as I fucked her pussy from behind, one hand reaching around for anal fingering—two fingers plunging into her ass, scissoring in rhythm with my cock, making her scream in ecstasy. Then cowgirl on me—her riding with wild abandon, breasts bouncing as she leaned back, hands on my thighs for leverage, pussy grinding down to take me fully, her clit rubbing against my base until she squirted, soaking my balls. Missionary again for intimacy—legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, cock driving deep to hit her cervix with each thrust, our eyes locked in soulful passion, confessions whispered between kisses: “I’ve always loved you this way, beta—my son, my lover.” Blowjobs interspersed—her mouth alternating between us, sucking with passionate slurps, cum swapping when Sanjay came in her mouth, passing the hot load to me in a deep kiss while Ajay licked her pussy in cunnilingus, tongue delving deep into her folds, lapping up the mixed cum. Anilingus from her to us—her tongue rimming my ass while I fucked Mummy’s mouth, then switching, her face buried between Sanjay’s cheeks as he spanked her. Anal fingering evolved to ass fucking—Sanjay first, easing into her tight ring with slow, passionate thrusts, her body rocking back to meet him, moans muffled around my cock as I face-fucked her gently, then Ajay, pounding harder, spanking her cheeks until they glowed, and finally me—claiming her ass last, thrusting deep while she rode the wave of orgasms, our bodies entwined in ultimate union.
Mid-orgy, the power shifted—Savitri rising like a maternal goddess, her eyes blazing with awakened dominance. She commanded us with a voice like silk-wrapped steel: “Worship me, boys—Ajay, lick my pussy clean; Sanjay, suck my toes and finger my ass; Ankit, my primary lover, fuck me slow while they serve.” We obeyed—Ajay between her thighs, tongue lapping her clit in devoted circles; Sanjay at her feet, sucking each coral-painted toe with passionate reverence, fingers plunging into her ass; me inside her pussy, thrusting deep and romantic, our bodies soul-to-soul as she directed the symphony, flipping the cuckold dynamic into her total domination, using me as her throne while the friends orbited as acolytes, their confessions continuing: “We created those fakes every night, Aunty—your face on sluts getting gangbanged, cum tributes soaking the prints, worshiping you like the goddess you are.”