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The Road to Hell (MM/F, mdom) by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)
It was a cool night in August. I know that sounds like
a contradiction of terms, especially for Western
Pennsylvania, but it was! It had been a warm day, and
my friends and I had slipped away from the campsite,
ditching the medieval garb for a brief trip to the
state park and its refreshing lake. And, of course...
the hot showers with running water! A real shower,
with warm water, is one of those things that you don't
really appreciate unless you don't have it. Our camp
had rigged up a shower with solar shower bags, and we
had a hose for running water, but it wasn't the same.
I personally appreciated the park showers for the
opportunity to really thoroughly wash and condition my
long wavy hair. I admit it, my hair is one of my
conceits. God gives everybody something attractive,
and in my case, it was the golden brown tresses
that cascaded down, just cresting the curve of my lower
back.
Anyway, that night was the party my friend Candy and I
waited for all year long. One of the larger groups
held an annual shindig that was modeled on Hell,
complete with Satan, succubuses, a huge bonfire, and
this really potent drink that actually smoked. It was
actually only the dry ice in it that smoked, but you
get the idea. They packed in a few hundred people for
the party, and there was always something interesting
going on. It was also an excuse for some of us to bend
the garb rules a bit and wear something a little more
risque than usual. My first year, I had worn a pink
gown, one of my usual pastels, and I liked to think
that I looked like a fallen angel, come down to visit
the darker side. By now, though, I decided to push the
envelope.
"Brandy, are you ready yet?" Candy called through the
dusk. The party started at O'dark thirty, we hated to
be TOO late, and it was a long walk.
"I'll be right there," I hollered out from my tent. I
took my small hand mirror and tried to look at myself
as full length as possible. Dressing in garb and
looking presentable really was a challenge when you had
a dome tent where you could only stand up in one spot.
Having a full length mirror was definitely a no-no, as
I had learned a couple of years ago. Trying to get the
shards off of the nylon floor had been almost
impossible without a vacuum. I inhaled as deeply as I
could, unzipped the door, and went out.
"Ho-ly shit, girl... what the hell are you wearing?"
Candy exclaimed rather loudly when I approached the
campfire.
Of course, everyone turned to look, and I blushed. You
see, I am really NOT a wild woman. Mostly. Unless
inspired, at least! But there was nothing demure about
my outfit this night. My skirt was black, and
down the front to show the flame underskirt I wore.
The black was trimmed at the bottom with a wonderful
gold and trim I had picked up last year. I knew it
would come in handy, and when I conceived this outfit,
I knew it was meant for it. I had skipped my usual
white blouse, and just wore the bodice. Well, it
wasn't really a medieval bodice, per se, it was
definitely a corset.
About six months ago, I had secretly ordered a custom
made corset. It was a whim, and if it looked bad on
me, I didn't want anyone to know. It was one of those
ones that really sucks you in. Something like women
wore in the 1800's, to create the tiny waists that they
prized so much. Now, I am not a small woman, and there
is no corset in creation that will give me an 18 inch
waist, but I had wanted something to accentuate my
curves. This did the job, and then some. Made of
black leather - but not the shiny patent leather so
popular in circles, this corset had steel boning
in it and started about two inches below my hips and
encased my torso all the way up to about an inch above
the areolas of my nipples. And when I was properly
laced into it, it turned my already rather curvaceous
body into an hourglass shape of which any 1890's woman
would have been envious. The corset laced up the back,
and I had chosen a thong to do it with, in order to
match my skirt. I had wrapped the thong around my
waist and tied it in front, since I knew that I was
going to have to dress myself. Sometimes being single
sucks. Anyway, since bending over was an almost
impossible challenge, so I had worn my over-the-knee
black leather boots, not wanting to run the risk of
having a shoelace that needed tying. I had tried
variations of this outfit at home, finally settling on
this one as being the most becoming.
Anyway, the reaction of my camp mates was more than
satisfying. The women exclaimed about how good I
looked, and a few of the chimed in, but it was the
silent reactions of a couple of the that told me
the truth. One just stared at me, and after about five
or six minutes, got up and left the fire. I noticed
the bulge in his crotch first, and I smirked to myself.
The other one just sat there, shaking his head and
looking at me. He darted glances at his
occasionally, who looked somewhat like me, and they had
a whispered conversation, while gesturing towards me.
I imagined that pretty soon, she was going to own one
of these corsets too!
Candy and I set out for the party. She looked good
too, in a white off-the-shoulder blouse with a green
skirt, brought together with a black leather waist
cincher. As we walked through the near dark, gentlemen
of all shapes and sizes greeted us. Normally at
the event are courteous, but they were nicer than
usual, asking us where we were going, where we were
from, etc... Anyway, we had a blast flirting with
them. One thing about the two of us - although we
don't really look that alike, other than both being
rather buxom - we almost share the same personality. I
could tell that she was excited as I was about the
possibilities for the evening ahead of us. Neither of
us had a steady man, and we readily admitted to each
other that a fling would not be out of the question.
The sounds grew louder as we walked down the hill that
approached the party. We went around the corner, and
saw the fire blazing high as the juggling around
it. Lords and ladies in fine garb and crowns mingled
with leather-clad and women carrying whips. We
approached the gate, and produced our ID for the guard.
Since we had no pockets, both Candy and I had
them in our bodices. I struggled to get mine out, no
mean feat considering how tightly my were
packed into the corset, and a behind me offered to
help, to the amusement of his friends and Candy. I
triumphantly pulled out my license, turned around and
answered "Well, I found my ID, but perhaps later
milord... you never know what we may find in there." I
winked and then waltzed through the gate.
On the other side of the gate, the gauntlet waited. In
order to enter "Hell", you had to pass through a double
line of and women holding leather floggers. They
lightly smacked you on your ass, which not at all
through your clothes, and you were in. Candy was
already more than half way through, and I plunged in.
I ignored the catcalls and comments I heard as hurried
by. Play S/M doesn't excite me, but it was one of
those things you just had to get through.
Candy and I went to the "bar" and got ourselves two
mugs of the beverage du jour. We sipped it and chatted
about the that were there. After we both confessed
to seeing a couple of that we thought were cute, we
decided to mingle left. That meant start out by
working through the crowd, from left to right of the
spot we were standing in. We walked slowly, murmuring
to each other when we saw someone interesting, and I
watched as Candy and some good looking red-haired
gave each other the once over so slowly that I thought
they were going to rip each other's clothes off right
there! We were far from the most attractive women
there, and we were REALLY far from being the boldest,
but we could hold our own.
I stopped suddenly and grabbed Candy by her arm. She
turned around, saw my stare, and asked me who it was.
I was looking at a tall, somewhat husky man, with long
blond hair, and a goatee. He was dressed in a
rather commonplace white pirate type shirt, with a
white belt around his waist. His black pants were
tucked into the tops of his leather boots, and the
silver spurs at his ankles reflected the light of the
torches that scattered through the site. He was
attractive, but far from the best-looking there.
His name was Gareth, and I had met him a few years ago
at another party. We had enjoyed a nice flirtation,
and that was it, to my chagrin. He had been my ideal
knight ever since. I had looked for him everywhere,
but hadn't glimpsed him once. Until now.
I told her it was Gareth, and she recognized the name.
"So this is the guy that you have been after for so
long. Well... no time like the present. Go get 'im,
girl," and she pushed me gently in his direction.
I grabbed her hand, and pulled her along. I was scared
to death to walk up to him, and I needed moral support.
We got to about 20 feet away and I stopped dead.
"I can't do it, Candy. I can't." I told her seriously.
"What if he was just flirting that time? You know how
guys here are... they say anything. What if he just
thinks I am weird?"
Candy sighed. "Ok, ok. I understand. Let's walk
around a little bit more, and THEN you can talk to him.
Go get us another drink," she told me and handed me
her mug.
I walked back to the bar area and got us refills. I
flirted with the holding the pitcher who flirted
back at my nearly naked breasts, and then turned around
to find Candy again. I nearly dropped both of our
drinks when I found her. She was talking to HIM! I
was gonna KILL her, I vowed to myself. I tried to calm
myself down as I walked back around the edge of the
crowd toward them. I could hear them laughing as I got
closer.
"Brandy, come here. I have someone I want you to
meet," she called as she saw me. I wiped the murderous
look off of my face as Gareth turned around.
He smiled and gave me the once over about five times.
I inhaled as deeply as my laces would allow me, and
then jumped as I saw the edge of my left areola emerge
from the corset. Both Candy and Gareth laughed as I
handed her the mugs and tried to hide behind her to
adjust myself.
Candy introduced me as her evil twin sister, and we
both laughed. Gareth laughed politely, but I could
tell he didn't quite understand the inside joke.
"Twins in spirit, m'lord," I finally took pity on him.
I smiled and extended my hand towards my dream guy. He
took it and said his name. He looked into my eyes, and
I could see a question in them. I decided not to
remind him of where we had met before.
"M'lord, it is such a PLEASURE to meet you," I
responded, stressing the word 'pleasure' with what I
hoped was a sexy tone.
He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Jesus, I
thought I was going to melt on the ground right them,
and it was only my HAND that he was kissing. As he
kissed it, he pulled me closer, so that I was standing
directly in front of him. Not more than a hand span
was between our bodies, and he looked deeply into my
eyes. "I know you," he told me in the gravelly tone
that I remembered so vividly. "Where do I know you
from?" he asked me, still not releasing my hand.
"You tell me, m'lord. Perhaps a dream? Or... a
nightmare?" I chuckled as I withdrew my hand from his
finally.
He laughed with me, and then casually took my hand as
he turned to walk, tucking in the crook of his arm to
take me with him. Candy walked on my other side, and we
promenaded.
Gareth knew many people, and he introduced us to
everyone that stopped him. I could tell some of them
wanted to know what our relationship was, but were too
polite to ask. I had done my homework over the past
couple of years, and discovered that Gareth wasn't
exactly a one-woman kind of man. It seemed that at
every long event he picked a new lover, which upset me
not at all. I didn't want to marry him, after all!
Candy took quite a shine to one gentleman we met, and
the last I saw of her, they were off to the bar area
for another drink. She had asked Gareth to look out
for me, and she was gone. I knew she would get back to
our camp safely, as I knew the reputation of the lord
she left with.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself with the witty
repartee that Gareth and I were indulging in. This
reminded me of when we had met, and I wondered if he
had any more flashes of memory.
I didn't have to wonder any more, as one in a shiny
crown approached us. I swept a curtsey, as much as the
corset allowed me to anyway, and Gareth bowed. It was
Richard, the current prince, who was a friend of
Gareth's and coincidentally the host of the party we
had met at.
Gareth went to introduce me, but Richard stopped him.
He and I had bumped into each other from time to time
over the past couple of years, and he said he
remembered me. He commented on my dress being so
different from the other times that we had met, and he
too talked to my breasts, only occasionally glancing at
my face. Like I said, I am generously endowed, and I
wasn't offended. I had worn the corset for that
reason, after all. Anyway, he ended up the
conversation by asking Gareth if he would actually
escort me home that evening, NOT like the Tea Party
night three years ago when he had disappeared on me.
After Richard had left us, Gareth turned to me. He
gave me the once over one more time, and then
exclaimed, "I KNEW I knew you! But my god, woman...
your clothing has changed!"
I blushed as he once again looked me over from top to
toe. That night so long ago, I had worn all white with
gold edging. My friends had teased me asked me where
my halo was, since that night I had tried, and
apparently succeeded, in having an innocent appearance.
"Well, M'lord, I knew I was going to Hell tonight. And
when in Rome..." I teased him.
He laughed, and responded. "Well, now I know what you
look like dressed as an angel and dressed as a demon.
I wonder what you represent without clothing on at
all." And he pulled my hand up and kissed it
lingeringly.
I smiled, and felt a pulse between my legs. I was well
on the way to FINALLY finding out if this guy was as
good as he sounded, and I was positive that tonight
would have a much more pleasant evening than that night
three years ago.
We paused in front of the whipping posts, and watched
as beautiful women, clad in corsets similar to mine
(where do you think I got the idea?) were flagellating
men and women alike. It was like a clothed bdsm play
party, if you can imagine THAT, and there were actually
people who looked like they were almost getting off on
the whippings through their garb. "What think you,
m'lady," Gareth leaned down and whispered to me, "would
you like a try?"
"At which, m'lord," I flirted back. "Being the whipp-
ER, or the whipp-EE?" I winked at him.
A hush fell over the crowd as the residents of the camp
cried for quiet. It was no small feat to get about 300
rowdy people to be quiet, but it worked. They cried for
everyone to look toward the camp gate, and as we did, a
dark with horns and claws and a pitchfork appeared.
Satan was among us, and the crowd cheered wildly.
I smiled a small smile as I flashed back to last year.
I had gotten the chance to sit on Satan's lap, and I
had fond memories of the package that had nestled under
my ass as I had nestled closer to the devil. Yep, I
thought to myself, no angel here....unless I truly HAVE
fallen. And I chuckled to myself. Last year I had the
naughty fantasies about Satan, but this year I had a
god to play with.
Satan made the rounds through the party, eventually
drawing close to his throne. Coincidentally, Gareth
and I had sought semi-quiet near there to continue our
verbal seduction, when up strolled Satan. He,
unbelievably to me, actually seemed to remember me from
last year.
"Would you like to sit on my lap again this year,
little girl?" he crooned to me from his stage as he
perched himself on his metal throne. He actually
patted his crotch as he smiled at me. "Then again,"
and he raised his voice so that many people surrounding
him could hear, "there isn't really anything "little"
about you, is there? Look at that body! Is today's
sin Lust?" He cried as he pointed his pitchfork at me.
"I think we have a new SUCKubus among us tonight. And
she is bringing one of the realm's finest to the dark
side... Where is my whip? I need to christen a new
subject!" People roared with laughter as they looked
to see who was such attention.
I was mortified. I had been having such a terrific
time that night, and then this jerk, who I had actually
thought was handsome, turned me into a public show.
Instead of being proud of my garb, as I had been to
that point, now I felt like a freak, and wished for my
nondescript brown tunic to cover myself with. I only
hoped that Gareth wasn't completely disgusted by having
everyone notice him with me. I felt my eyes brim with
tears and I prayed that I wouldn't totally humiliate
myself in front of all of these people.
I felt Gareth grab my hand and pull me through the
crowd. I followed blindly, stumbling from time to
time, not looking up once from the ground. Finally,
the noise of the crowd faded to a dull roar and we
stopped.
We were in a large canvas pavilion. I could hear the
party, not far away, and I guessed that Gareth had just
found the first unoccupied pavilion he saw and took me
in there. He shut the flap, closing us away from the
world, and I hoped that whoever owned this pavilion
wouldn't get upset with us.
He looked at me, no laughter in his expression, and I
looked back. I tried to inhale deeply, only to look
down and see my areolas both make a surprise
appearance. Gareth's gaze was directed at my face as I
glanced back up at him. He spoke. "He didn't mean to
make fun of you, you know. I know him. He wouldn't do
that. It was just for show."
The tears crept to my eyes again, and I blinked. I
felt it. One tear escaped and trailed down my right
cheek. "I know," I breathed shakily. "I know." And
then I burst into tears.
Gareth pulled me to him, and I cried on his shoulder.
I wasn't quite sure why I was crying anymore. But the
tears just kept coming. I hate it when I cry. I am
not one of those women who look more beautiful when
they cry. I just get all in the face and I look
like crap. He stroked my hair, murmuring comfort words
into my head, and eventually it was over. I was down
to those small in-breath shudders that you get to after
a good cry, when you are trying to stop and almost
succeeding.
He pulled my chin up and looked in my face and smiled.
"Better?" he asked as he wiped the tracks of the
tears from my cheeks.
I smiled back at him. "I think so."
And that was the moment that it changed. You have all
read about it in books, and this was just that moment.
When the comforting changes to sexual tension. We
both just looked at each other.
He spoke. "I have to do this," is all that he said as
he leaned down and fitted his lips against mine.
The kiss was everything I had thought it might be since
that night three years ago when we had met. His mouth
was sweet and tender at first, and then it grew hard
and he bit on my lower lip as our passions escalated.
His tongue invaded my mouth and I eagerly met it,
sucking on it as he tasted me. I could hear myself
moaning as I pressed even harder against him, wanting
to feel his body against me as much as the leather
corset would allow me to feel.
His hands grabbed my ass, kneading my lower cheeks and
pulling my vulva up against his loins. I could feel
the hardness of him through the two layers of skirts
that I wore and I heard him groan as I twisted against
him.
The kiss ended and we both looked at each other,
panting. Well, I panted as much as the boning let me.
No wonder sex was frowned upon in the Victorian age,
was the thought that crossed my mind as I tried to
catch my breath.
He pulled away slightly and looked down. I followed
his gaze and we both saw the entire upper half of my
breasts exposed. We could just glimpse my nipples
against the top seam of my corset, and they were erect
with my arousal. He reached up and tugged down on the
corset just slightly, and both of my nips popped out.
"Beautiful," he breathed as he caressed the left one
with his hand. He pinched and pulled on my tit,
switching his gaze from his play to my face and back
again. He leaned down and suddenly locked his teeth
onto my right nipple, flicking his tongue back and
forth over the sensitive tip quickly. I closed my eyes
to enjoy the sensation, and let out a low wail. I
really wanted to scream, but I was at least somewhat
cognizant of the hundreds of people outside the canvas
walls.
My long hair grazed his fingers as my head fell back on
my neck, and he wrapped my tresses around his hand
until his hand was at the nape of my neck. He pulled
tautly on it, immobilizing my head in the way I adore,
and I felt another tremor of lust run through my body.
It was a good thing that he had my hair wrapped around
his hand, because when the tent flap was pulled back, I
started and I probably would have ran. Satan strolled
through the opening and the canvas fell closed behind
him.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here," he smiled as
he looked at the two of us. "Gareth, couldn't you have
taken her to your own pavilion?" he chuckled. He
stripped off the claws that covered his hands, and
threw his horns on the bed.
Gareth stood and gently unwrapped my hair from his
hand, then using his hands to grab mine where they were
frantically trying to pull the corset back over my
with little success. He effectively stopped me from
covering up and then continued to almost casually
converse. I was appalled. Until he moved behind me
and pulled both of my wrists into his one hand,
casually reaching up and teasing one of my nipples with
the other. All while he and Satan continued to talk.
I wasn't really listening anymore. Half of me was
shocked and scared to death, and half of me was
enjoying Gareth's touch and the piquancy of the
situation.
Suddenly I tuned in again as Satan started to walk
towards us. "Don't mind if I do. Since you offered,
that is," he chortled as he looked into my wide brown
eyes. "Don't be scared, milady. I just want to taste
what you so temptingly offered last year." And he
knelt in front of me. Gareth cupped my left tit with
his hand, and Satan's mouth it in. He on
my nipple voraciously, and I mewed a small cry of pain.
Gareth was still behind me, and he talked low into my
ear. "Mmmmm, Brandy... look at what you are doing to
us. We can't keep our hands off of you. Look at him
suckle at your breast." He laughed. "You certainly
aren't the devil's daughter, otherwise this would be
illegal." He rubbed his groin against my ass and I
felt his hardness again.
The in front of me switched to the other teat, and
I rotated my bottom against the behind me. I
couldn't believe this was happening, but I really felt
too good to want it to stop. I didn't dare to think, I
only felt.
"You taste delicious," the devil told me as he pulled
away from my tits. "But... you are definitely a bad
girl... and I think you need to be punished, eh
Gareth?" he smirked at me. "I promise, you'll enjoy
it."
The two laughed as they moved us over to the bed.
It was a large bed for a pavilion, probably queen
sized, and had a sturdy wooden frame. When I thought
about it later, I thought how it must have cost a
fortune, but I wasn't thinking as the dark reached
into a basket and pulled out a thin strip of leather.
The two of them quickly bound my hands in front of me
and then pushed me face down on the bed.
"Kneel, Brandy," I was told, and I did. I put my hands
underneath me for balance and I waited. Hands pulled
my skirts up over my ass, and the laughed. I
hadn't worn underwear, so I knew they could see my
shaved pussy, and I knew it was wet.
"Jesus, Gareth... she's ready now."
"No she isn't. She needs her punishment for being such
a slut. Right Brandy?" the gravelly response came.
I didn't say anything. Apparently that was the wrong
response, because all of a sudden a sharp slap landed
on my left buttock. "Ow!" I cried.
"You were spoken to, my girl. You WILL answer," came
the voice of the devil. "Now let's try again. Do you
deserve to be punished?"
I couldn't believe how turned on I was. It was useless
to try to fight it, I thought, I might as well just
hang on for the ride.
"Yes, sir." I answered.
There was a sharp slap to my right ass-cheek. "Yes,
sir, what?" Gareth's voice came this time.
I inhaled deeply. "Yes, sir. I deserve to be punished
for being a slut." I leaned down onto my shoulders,
raising my behind up towards their gaze.
A cool hand caressed my warm bottom. "Good girl," was
the purring response I heard.
And then it started. Someone was spanking me. Hard.
All over my ass. And it HURT! I let out small wails
with each smack. I tried to keep quiet, since some
small part of me was aware that there were still other
people not far away, and canvas doesn't exactly have
sound-proof walls.
Apparently the were concerned about the noise also,
because the spanking stopped. A pair of hands ran
themselves all over my reddened cheeks, and they felt
wonderful. When one of the hands dipped between my
thighs and down my wet slit, I moaned again.
There were suddenly a pair of strong thighs before my
face. I looked up into a handsome dark face. I must
have looked surprised because he laughed. "Did you
think it was me spanking you, Brandy? Angel-boy over
here is kinkier than you might think," he told me. I
tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but Gareth
was spreading the wetness of my back over my ass
crack and the sensation was just too much. I let out
another moan of pleasure and suddenly there was a cock
at my mouth.
"Suck it. That will keep you quiet, I think. Show me
that you really CAN be one of my succubuses," Satan
told me as he dragged his mostly hard prick back and
forth over my lips. I opened up and he slid his cock
into me. I licked and sucked, shutting my eyes to try
to absorb the textures and tastes. It was hard to
concentrate on anything with Gareth behind me.
His hands were hard at work, generating even more
moisture in my already wet pussy. He would slide a
finger or two deep into my love channel and then flick
another one across my sensitive clit. Then he would
pull them out and tease around my rosebud, just lightly
pressing a fingertip into my ass. Occasionally he
would spank me one or two smacks, and they heightened
my awareness of my nether regions.
I at the cock that was thrusting in and out of
my hungry mouth, enjoying the occasional taste of pre-
cum that would ooze from the tip. It was a nice sized
dick... I tried to estimate... maybe about seven inches
long and thick, stretching my mouth to get around it
without nicking it with my teeth. I wondered if
Gareth's was larger or smaller, and if I would get to
taste him as well.
However, Gareth didn't seem to be wanting to move from
his current position. He was now finger fucking me
with what felt like three fingers, and I could hear the
sloshing sounds coming from my cunt. I arched my back
and spread my legs more to allow him more penetration.
When I felt the sensation of Gareth's tongue on my
rosebud, it was a good thing there was something in my
mouth, because I practically screamed with the
sensation. The fingers inside of me twisted and turned
and when they found my special spot inside, they stayed
there, rubbing. I know I would have screamed for sure,
because all of a sudden an orgasm hit me. I
felt it happen. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted
to. My entire body convulsed, and I felt the juices
literally squirt out of me.
The tent was silent for a moment after I came. "Holy
crap! Did you see that? She squirted!" Gareth
exclaimed in a tone of wonder.
"Good thing I have a dark bedspread," came the response
with a tone of irony. "Suck, Brandy... Come on....
suck me...make me come..." he continued as I looked up
into his face.
Gareth didn't give me moment to rest, instead he
reached down and took my still erect clit between his
thumb and forefinger and began to pull on it. I moaned
again and felt the shudder of pleasure run through me.
I didn't want to stop. Not yet.
Suddenly the prick in my mouth was removed. I glanced
up again, startled. Wasn't it good, I wondered.
He laughed. "No, sweetness, I don't want you to stop.
Angel-boy here just wanted to hear your reaction."
I was puzzled and my face must have shown it, because
he continued. "Your reaction to...." and with that,
Gareth plunged his manhood into my dripping with
one thrust and I screamed. It was definitely larger
that the one I was sucking. After that initial thrust,
the cock was back into my mouth.
I had never had two before, and this was as
incredible as I had thought. I just didn't know what
to concentrate on, the feelings in my or the
taste of the prick in my mouth. I gave up and let them
build up a rhythm. God, Gareth's cock filled me up so
much I could feel my walls around him.
His balls slapped against my clit, and I hoped that he
kept it up long enough for me to come again.
The pre-cum taste was increasing in my mouth, and he
was now fucking my face. As he picked up speed, I knew
that he was going to come, so I increased the suction
of my mouth.
Gareth's finger was now playing at my tight rosebud,
and it was driving me insane with lust. All of the
feelings were overwhelming me. I knew that while my
moans were muffled, that theirs were not, and I could
hear the grunts from their ramming into me.
Finally, I swallowed just as the cock in my mouth
thrust in, and that did it for him. With a muffled
yell as the background noise, I felt the prick pulse
against my tongue and fill my mouth with his creamy
essence. I was drinking Satan's juices down, and
relishing the taste of it. They were copious, but I
valiantly struggled not to lose a drop. Sometimes
semen just tastes good, and this was one of those
times.
I guess that did it for Gareth, who suddenly slapped me
on the ass one last time and rammed his huge cock as
far in as he could. I felt the throbbing of his climax
against my clit, and I went over the edge once more
myself, orgasming as hard as I ever had. I swear, I
thought I might pass out as I felt my walls convulse
against the hardness inside me.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, me in the middle.
None of us were naked... it was one of those times
that you just don't have the time to take off your
clothes... the lust is that great. Gareth nestled
against my back, whispering in my ear that he couldn't
believe he had missed out on this three years ago. And
Satan just smiled at the two of us. "Welcome to the
dark side," was his only comment.
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