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side, giving him a shove.
    Damon opened his eyes, to find Sandy’s eyes open, too. Their lips were still joined. “That was fabulous!” he breathed into her mouth.
    “Yesss,” she breathed back.
    Then he rolled off and was quickly replaced. Someone had already fed her another fully developed tube steak. Damon shook his head, but Sandy had no time to muse. How long she stayed on her back, fucking and sucking, she didn’t know, but eventually she figured she must be pretty close to having done everyone.
    Still there was new ground to cover. Someone flipped her onto her knees. Doggy-style, she discovered, allowed stimulation not achieved in missionary position. Furthermore, being up on all-fours gave her much more leverage, allowed her to be even more active. Savagely deep-throating one member, she could heave on his buttocks while slamming her ass fully back onto the lance in her snatch. Screaming around a mouthful of dick, Sandy discovered G-spot orgasms – repeatedly. Sliding off the cot, Sandy snuffled at a body now supine on the mattress and gobbled him whole, while some anonymous erection speared her weeping cunt, pounding her buttocks and forcing the cock in her mouth tonsil-deep. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, the loads of cum she’d swallowed, or the shots of jism dripping from her twat. She felt absolutely depraved, but, at the same time, more alive than she’d ever been. While her afternoon had begun, she recalled vaguely, as something of a nightmare – hard to believe she had basically been a virgin once removed – here she was, overcome by raw lust and loving every moment of it.
    At one point she was literally thrown back onto the bed, someone straddled her chest, stabbing his swollen prick between her lips. And while he sawed in and out of her mouth, she felt her legs being spread and was rewarded with lips and a tongue kissing at her puffy vulva and laving her slit. With long strokes the tongue ran from the rosebud of her anus up to circle her clitoris. Time after time it stroked from stem to stern without actually touching her engorged clit. At the bottom of its run, it even poked her in the ass a couple of times, swirling and prodding, pushing natural lubricants almost into her rectum. “Most peculiar,” Sandy thought, “but not unpleasant.”
    Finally, just has the cock in her face fed her its protein-rich power drink, the anonymous tongue at her gash reached up and flicked her clit. Sandy bounced and bucked after it, trying in vain to find the aggravating appendage. As the tongue returned, Sandy felt a finger tip press against her anus. She would have thought it odd, as the digit forced its way past her sphincter muscle to lodge knuckle-deep in her rectum, but the flickering at her clit possessed all her attention. As the orgasm exploded deep in her core, tentacles of sensation raced up her spine to drown out thought, and a tsumani of electricity rolled through her buttocks causing her to heave and bounce and shudder, forcing the invading finger deep into her butt. As she settled back to earth, the removal of the cheeky digit left yet another odd emptiness. But the luscious lips and teasing tongue were quickly replaced by a rampant, thrusting dick before she could consider anything else.
    But, eventually, even the young get fatigued, and the marathon was starting to take its toll. Crouched on all-fours, carpet-burn on her knees, only a pumping cock in her mouth keeping her head up, Sandy felt she must be nearing the end of her ‘ordeal’. She was suddenly so exhausted, she felt she was going to pass out. She just wanted to collapse. “After all,” she mumbled around the thrusting meat, her inaudible words vibrating enticingly against the turgid flesh, “I’ve sucked and fucked so many cocks, I’ve lost count, but I must have done the whole team by now.” Some part of her psyche was still surprised at the ease with which such obscenity rolled from her tongue, not