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grabbing and grasping, holding in its hot, liquid grip.
    Releasing his nipple, which she still held between her lips, Sandy let her head fall back to the bed with a heavy sigh. “Whoa!” was all she could say, but, at some level, she was thinking, “If what I had with Dennis was an orgasm, what, in God’s name, was that?!”
    As her conqueror began to disengage, Sandy could detect a rising background noise. “Like applause,” she observed.
    Planting light kisses down her glistening, still heaving chest, as he retreated, she heard Liam whisper, “Absolutely smashing! You’re a gem! Thanks!” When he lifted off her, his momentary absence hardly registered before someone had taken his place. She recognized the intruder through fluttering eyelashes. Of course they had all introduced themselves earlier, but Sandy couldn’t remember names, especially now, in such an elevated post-orgasmic haze. Outside her body there was a cheer and a chant as her next lover began his rut. Sandy could feel him churning her insides in time to the rhythm of the mantra – in, out, in, out. He punctuated the motions with kisses to her lips and eyes and cheeks.
    Her emotional rollercoaster had stalled, and seemed to be teetering at the very highest point of the tracks – or, perhaps, it was threatening to jump off, to launch itself into orbit. She couldn’t tell any more.
    Writhing and bucking, Sandy took up the measured beat, heaving to meet the thrusts, she surprised herself at how active she had become in her own ravishment. Number two didn’t take long to reach his orgasm, or so it seemed to Sandy, but, then again, who could tell, for time was currently of little significance. More rapid than his predecessor’s, his withdrawal left Sandy’s vagina pulsing and weeping.
    Squirming in vain, with a mind of their own, Sandy’s hips swiveled and bounced, seeking something to fill the emptiness. And while it was, in reality, only moments before the next player climbed aboard, her cunt muscle quivered and cried for attention. Grasping and tugging with inner strength she didn’t know she had, Sandy pulled the next fellow quickly into the rhythm that permeated the room – the all-encompassing rhythm of drunken male voices, and pounding rock music, echoing off the walls and through the thick atmosphere. Having found the beat, the new swordsman proved very agile, his long smooth thrusts interspersed with short sharp jabs. Sandy parried expertly, sometimes complementing his steps, sometimes syncopating her replies. The world evaporated, yet again. There was only the other man, and the pleasure they could give and take.
    Insidiously, though, something else insinuated itself into their isolated, insulated universe. Something was poking Sandy in the cheek, chasing her lips as she turned her head this way and that. What was it? Insistent, the warm, spongy interloper poked and prodded and bounced against her cheeks until she was forced to acknowledge the rest of creation and open her eyes. “Jesus!” she swore under her breath, “That’s huge!” And so it was. An enormous cock, thick and stiff and ready, bumped her nose. Just like the fabled one-eyed snake, it bobbled and jerked, and attempted, in vain, to assault her mouth.
    Sandy was, actually, only vaguely aware of the phenomenon of cock-sucking. She hadn’t ever imagined herself doing it, but, right then, she couldn’t really even think about it. The sensations currently being caused by the Steely Dan between her legs demanded virtually all of her attention. As she pondered, ever so briefly, something marvelous detonated deep inside her and shot, tingling and teasing, up her spine to shower like fireworks in her brain. “Ahhhh!” Sandy moaned, throwing her head back. Seeing its opportunity, the hovering cock-head plunged, settling its plum-like tip just inside her lips. To his credit, the owner of the impatient prick did not force his rampant member into Sandy’s throat, but held it