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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 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.  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.
