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gazed up into his face and smiled her warmest, most welcoming smile, before leaning into his crotch to kiss his rapidly rising dick. Hesitating a moment, she raised her eyes once again, and surprised them both by giving him a mischievous wink. With that, he pushed his hips ahead to meet her succulent lips as they slipped over his glans and formed to his shaft – stiffening even further as he slid it home.
    Once everyone was in place, as it were, they searched for, and surprisingly quickly, found a mutually satisfactory rhythm. With hands at her head and hips, her hands clasping Damon’s butt, Liam and Damon helped Sandy keep the beat. Rocking and rising, up and down, forward and back, Sandy slurped Damon deep into her throat before heaving her ass back onto Liam and settling her pussy fully over Alex. Grabbing her swinging breasts, Alex supported their weight in his hands while he manipulated her nipples maddeningly. He lifted his head to nibble at them, then, dropping back, twisted and squeezed the soft, spongy tits relentlessly.
    Amazingly, Sandy could feel the pre-ignition sequence firing up in her launch control, yet again. Pushing back to fill her rectum with Liam’s massive prick, she squirmed down solidly onto Alex, trying to engulf not only his ramrod cock, but his entire pubic region, indeed, his very sexuality, of which he had, she noted with some family pride, an abundance. Still, she wasn’t about to let her gloriously filled bottom deprive her of her meat-sicle, so she pulled Damon back with her, holding his dick firmly in her mouth, as she did. So violent was her pull, however, Damon momentarily lost his balance and in falling forward, over Sandy’s head he managed to jam himself deeper than he thought possible. Sandy sputtered and snorted but did not let go. She reveled in the feel of Damon’s throbbing plum, stretching and opening her larynx, even as Liam was thrust in so deep she could feel his pubic hairs scraping and rubbing the inside of her anus, while Alex bumped and prodded her cervix.
    It amazed her that she hardly even gagged on the colossal sausage pushing past her tonsils. “Hmmmph,” Sandy snorted around Damon, as he slowly resumed pistoning his penis, in and out of her mouth. “Six hours ago,” she thought, somehow able, amidst all the sweat and lust, to carry on a calm conversation with herself, “Jeez, is that all? – well, maybe eight at the outside – it feels like a goddam lifetime – in any case, short hours ago, I’d never even had a cock in my mouth. Now look at me.” Pausing to concentrate on the growing sensations inundating her body, she concluded sagely, “Didn’t know what I was missing.”
    Sandy continued bouncing her bottom and sucking in her cheeks – in her own world – seemingly oblivious of her partners; yet, she was keenly aware of their arousal, both separately and collectively, and she could feel them, each of them getting closer. Deciphering their individual shudders and tremours, the quivers and jerks of each of the members, sheen of sweat and temperature of skin, she somehow knew with absolute certainty how close each of the boys was. And with some innate skill, borne of this astonishing metamorphosis, Sandy knew what to do to bring each of them, herself included, along at just the right speed. Somewhere deep in her soul, the mother of all climaxes was kindling within her even now, but she put that aside, for the time being, to concentrate on her current subjects – all three of them.
    Letting him loose for a moment, Sandy drew Damon slowly back into her mouth, squeezing him with her inner cheeks, as she stroked the underside of his helmet with her tongue, pushing him inexorably into her throat. Damon moaned and writhed, his hands over her ears, unable to decide whether he wanted to push her off or pull her deeper – as if that were possible. Meanwhile, squirming and twisting, lifting and plunging, Sandy worked her magic on Alex, strengthening her