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 thick 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 split down the front to show the flame red underskirt I wore.
The black was trimmed at the bottom with a wonderful gold and red 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
fetish 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
red 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 men chimed in, but it was the silent reactions of a
couple of the guys 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
wife 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 men 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 men juggling around it. Lords and ladies in fine garb
and crowns mingled with leather-clad men 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 hidden them in our
bodices. I struggled to get mine out, no mean feat considering how tightly my breasts were packed
into the corset, and a man 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 men and women holding leather floggers. They lightly smacked you on your
ass, which hurt 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
men that were there. After we both confessed to seeing a couple of men 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 man 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 blond 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 man 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 man 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 man 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 man 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.

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 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 drawing 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 red
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 tits 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 sucked it in. He
sucked 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 man in front of me switched to the other teat, and I rotated my bottom against
the man 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 men 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 man 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 guys 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 men 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 pussy 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
sucked 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 enormous 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 pussy 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 men before, and this was as incredible as I had thought. I just didn't know what to concentrate
on, the feelings in my pussy 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 cunt walls stretch 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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