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still while she explored it with her tongue.
    The novelty of having a hot, throbbing penis in her mouth was not lost on Sandy. The warmth it radiated; the texture – intriguing. Swirling her tongue, round and about, Sandy could taste a salty-sweet flavour around the opening.
    Without faltering, her hips continued to rock and heave, almost as if on autopilot, sticky, slick juices slathering the invading erection. And she could feel it accelerating – gathering momentum for the final push. Holding the other gently in her mouth, Sandy drew back for an instant, then slammed her hips forward to meet the ultimate thrust. Pubic hairs entwined, she could actually feel the cum spraying against her cervix. The sensation was unbelievably intense, and echoes of her previous orgasm bounced about her fundament like errant skyrockets. After a couple more jabs, her partner hauled himself off.
    The ensuing emptiness left a demanding ache in her groin, and without a thought Sandy turned her face to push herself deeper onto the cock in her mouth. She was being consumed with excess, she had to have more – had to have it all. Pushing onto the rock-hard shaft, squeezing her inner cheeks against its invading firmness, Sandy felt, like a blind man, with her tongue sweeping around the glans before pulling back to poke at the slit at the tip. She couldn’t believe what she was doing – neither could the owner of the tool.
    “My, gawd. She’s a natural,” he breathed, as she raised herself onto one elbow and forced herself back down the fleshy post. Caught up in some kind of sexual frenzy, Sandy scrambled to control her gag reflex as she bumped the back of her throat up against the swollen end. Then, taking a deep, snuffling breath as she pulled back a smidgeon, she began bobbing energetically against the rigid, throbbing beast. Someone else was trying to mount her, pushing back on her shoulders in order to line himself up with her slick blossom. Sandy grabbed at her felatee’s hips, pulling him back down onto the mattress with her, holding him tight in her throat.
    Her wantonness shocked her. Where had this person, this slut been living? She had never felt this way in her life; she’d never done or even dreamed about anything like this. Where had it come from? And was it permanent?
    Her two partners fell into a complementary rhythm. Taking it from both ends, Sandy felt parts of her she barely knew existed becoming inflamed with wild, carnal arousal. It occurred to her, in that separate part of her mind that could remain objective and uninvolved, that this wasn’t really so much about desire as it was about craving; the sudden need she felt had little to do with anything she ever thought she wanted; no, this was much more to do with obsession.
    Sandy could feel another orgasm building – sparks flickering not only in her box, but in her head. Stretching her lips, she pushed herself harder and deeper against the throbbing piece that threatened to choke her, but, every extra inch of meat she took into her throat stoked that peculiar fire that was smoldering somewhere – some non-specific-where. She couldn’t determine whether the epicenter was in her head, or her gut, or her crotch. She just knew that something was going to blow, and blow soon.
    The cock in her mouth began to swell even more. Its twitching became frenetic. Pulling at the sweating hips, Sandy jammed against the crotch until she could feel the wiry hair tickling her nose, and felt swollen plum jerk and shudder deep, deep in her virgin throat. The violent ejaculation threw her over the edge. Gulping and swallowing the jetted load, she hissed through her nose, flopping about in uncontrollable paroxysms. Convulsive tremors running through her vagina detonated yet another orgasm, as the man atop her threw back his head and yelled in ecstatic triumph as he pumped jet upon jet of semen into the younger visitor. Echoes of the three mutual climaxes rattled and pummeled each of them,