Eventually though, the beer and fucking took its toll. By 7 o'clock they were all too wasted to stumble out to where I was and fuck me again, even tho...ugh I was still begging for more. I remember that I was in the middle of a really good cum when I felt my paddle being yanked out of my ass and crashing into my butt. It was Pete. I guess that I had been cumming so hard that I hadn't heard him walk up. My hair was a mess. The guys had all been hosing me when they came, so that no one would have to. The keeper of the dead came forth from the un-holy fire.It was an accident when it happened.... well, not exactly an accident. Estevan was supposed to kindle the sacred fire for his household, but being a typically rebellious teenaged boy of any culture or century, he intentionally reversed the wording of the ritual. He was alone by the family sacred hearth when he began the task of building a new fire so he was free to mutilate the ritual words. Had his father or mother been there, such. I cried out in anticipation of what was to come. I was not disappointed. With fingers in my pussy and ass and a thumb on my clit, I came so hard I gushed again with abandon. My legs were wildly out of control, they shook, and my body shivered with the biggest most explosive orgasm yet.I was panting and softly moaning now as I realized he had not even fucked me yet. He had brought me to mind-numbing orgasms so expertly. I was wondering how much more exciting and delicious this would be. I purred. "Mmmm....my word Monsieur Oliver," said Angelique, breathing a bit heavy. "Pleasure my body right now." Yesss...Madame," replied Oliver in a monotone voice, as he beganplanting his tongue all over her smooth neck, his hands wandering overto slip underneath Angelique's cloak, fumbling till they found her taut,sensitive pink nipples. He began to rub his large, grimy fingers alongher areolae, pinching and squeezing her nipples back and forth, whichmade Angelique cry out and bite her lower lip.