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that anyone heard. And, in fact, she was deep into the second round – the boys now delighting in sloppy seconds and thirds. Rocking forward, her vagina empty for the moment, Sandy slurped noisily on yet another anonymous piece of meat – her eyes closed, puffing through her nose, exhaustion threatening to floor her.
    The owner of her current fleshy lollipop leaned over a said in a soft voice, “Aye, you’re such a marvelous lass. I’m thinking my soldier would just love to explore your dark side. What do you say to that?” His remark just barely penetrated her swirling miasma, and she paused mid-stroke, opening one eye, to peer questioningly at him from beneath the raised brow.
    “Can I put me laddie up your bum?”
    Sandy was too enervated to be shocked. She just let his bobbing erection slip from her mouth as her head fell to her arms on the floor between his knees, a weary sigh of resignation her only reply. Her ass remained raised – indeed, as her chest fell, it became prominent – and her partner, considering her move tacit permission, shuffled agilely around to her proffered buttocks. Pulling a handful of ‘natural lubricant’ from her well-used cunt, the excited fellow smeared it over Sandy’s anus, briefly shoving his slick thumb through her tight sphincter, before lining his once more rampant member up with her rosebud.
    Threading himself carefully but insistently into her rectum, her sodomizer moaned hungrily. “Owww!” Sandy was surprised, and a little indignant at how much it initially hurt, but she was just too tired to protest much. And a funny thought struck her. “Another taboo bites the dust,” she clucked, “O-my-God!” Even through her bone-weariness, could feel a warm tingling in her genitals, sitting just at the edge of perception, just beyond the pain. Somehow, she knew it would be all right. And sure enough the soreness just seemed to evaporate. Barely able to react, Sandy could feel the rod growing in her bowels; feel the slapping of hips against her ass. She could hear the puffing and panting of the man behind her – in her. He was having a bit of a time of it – being, in fact his third go ‘round – but she just hadn’t the energy to help. With her head on her folded arms, all she could do was rock on her knees, and wait until he came, eventually spurting and throbbing into her back passage.
    Two others stepped up to try it too, but Sandy was becoming numb. She hardly felt the prick up her bum, indeed, could barely even acknowledge the one cock presented to her lips. At least the two of them carried the rhythm together; she didn’t really have to do anything except swirl her tongue. When they were finally done, Sandy was momentarily left alone. She was the only one flagging.
    “Hey, Alex,” called a voice, breaking into her exhausted trance, “you lie down over here.” Sandy could feel hands lifting her and placing her over someone’s, apparently Alex’s, supine body. Her eyes opened, suddenly wide, as she felt herself being lowered onto yet another straining erection. This was different, again, and, like an energizing second wind – more like twenty-second wind – her fatigue fell away. The boys, holding her up like a rag doll, hadn’t yet detected her curious recovery. “Hold her shoulders, will you, Jimmy, while I thread this lovely arse.” Sandy recognized the voice as Liam’s. She felt his thick manhood press insistently at her rear door, pushing at the doorstep until, with an audible groan from Liam and an exhaled whoosh from Sandy, it forced its way past the rubbery guard. Settling fully onto Alex, Sandy pushed herself back onto Liam’s soldier. She had to admit to herself, she loved being so very full. “So who wants to take the last port?” Liam asked. “How ‘bout it, Damon? You gotta be good for one more.”
    Able to focus again, Sandy watched as Damon, the youngster of the group, shuffled up in front of her, looking almost embarrassed. Sandy