Coordinating it with what amounted to an orchestra was going to be a much larger job. Antonio and another horn player would join them for only one son... on Wednesday so they had the week to get the rest of it right before the big weekend concert.Before the night was over it had pretty much turned into a guitar sing-a-long with everyone chiming in on popular songs Tony, Dewayne, and occasionally Tina played for the group. Tina seemed to be much more interested in seeing just how close she could. Aron nodded as Mark stirred and sat up. Mark jumped for Aron’s crotch and sucked him hard, and Ian wrapped a cockring on his own cock which was bigger and thicker than Ian’s. Mark asked if they were ‘dessert’ and I said sure… they were crème filled, and they both shook their heads… and said “No, not crème filled.” Mark and I looked at each other dejected. No felching? No cum dump? No hot raw play? “Well, said Aron, not today -- yet!”Mark wandered off to get more favors, and Ian and Aron and. Of course, everyone knew that devils and demons had many monikers, some known while others weren’t; some were even known by similar aliases or even the same moniker as another demon or devil; Delvin was likely intended to be part of a sort of plan or contingency that never came to pass or was part of a long game. The point being his mother was someone that never knew his father really was. Still, she was highly devoted to him, to a practically fanatic level at times, likely the result of some. My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock.