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vaginal grip on his tool with every plunge. And all the while Sandy found that she could grasp with her anal sphincter and squeeze with her rectal muscles, holding Liam tight while she pulled away, stretching his rigid tool, then releasing it as she plunged back to swallow it whole. Her talent delighted everyone, including all those still spectating. A little squeeze here, an extra caress there, Sandy was playing their mutual crescendo like a maestro.
    At last, though, she felt pressures within herself going critical. Throwing every ounce of energy into her frenzied dance, Sandy brought her tableau to the edge, held them for just a moment, then let herself go. The orgasmic spasms that jolted her body were visible to all, and were indeed the triggering convulsions that set off all three of the lads as one. Their roars sounded like feeding time in the zoo, and the simultaneous eruptions from their pulsing peckers, flooded Sandy’s body. The feel of scalding nectar splashing both bowels and womb, and the hot syrup spattering her gullet, enflamed her senses, pushing her climax out beyond the bounds of the imaginable.
    Sandy could no longer support herself. Falling forward in a swoon, she dropped Damon’s still drooling tool from her slack jaw, and pulled off Liam, before tumbling sideways half on and half off Alex. She barely noticed his persistent hardness slipping out of her box. Silence engulfed the scene. Even the stereo had gone off. Then, softly, loathe to break the reverential silence, Lindsay said, “Oh my God, are you people still at it?” Moving swiftly to Sandy she touched her cheek. “Oh, my god,” she repeated, “My poor girl. Are you okay?” Sandy, still only semi-conscious, faint with over-exertion and over-stimulation, managed to flutter her eyes and smile. An inarticulate sigh was her only response, but it was a sigh of complete satisfaction – total contentment.

Part 2
    L indsay had worried the whole afternoon and evening, and would have come home much, much earlier, had the rest of the ladies only let her. So she and the girls had only just arrived, just in time to witness the massive quadruple climax erupt to the astonishment and delight of the whole libertine team. It was, she had to admit, impressive by anyone’s standards, and she stood, astounded by the vitality of the whole tableau, until it slowly collapsed in front of her. Men and women alike, everyone present seemed awed by the spectacle. No one said a word. Once again, as Lindsay stared at the limp figure, sticky with sweat and cum, looking impossibly delicate and petite, entangled there amongst the three hulking brutes, she wondered what she had done. Guilt and fear, and perhaps, some feeling of unfulfilled responsibility, rose to finally move Lindsay to action. With nary a word to anyone – including Alex, who still lay, unmoving, half under the insensate sylph – Lindsay scooped Sandy’s limp body into her arms and carried her to the bathroom, where she set about running a tub, replete with bath oil and bubbles.
    Sandy could feel herself being placed gently in the bath. The hot water felt good on her tired body, and the caresses of soapy cloth were soothing. Through slitted eyes she watched as Lindsay clucked and cooed concern over her, but the descent from her final climax had drained her of emotion. Her rollercoaster seemed, once again, grounded. “Where were you, when the whole frigging team was pawing me? Where were you when the rape began?” she thought to herself. No, at that moment, anyway, she wasn’t going to let herself like this woman.
    “Thanks, Luv, for being such a sport,” Lindsay, whispered. Finally, sitting on the floor next to the tub, she stopped her scrubbing, and let her hands dangle over the edge. “Sorry,” she muttered.
    “You knew what was going to happen,” Sandy accused, the extent of Lindsay’s complicity suddenly obvious. “You set me up, didn’t you?”
    “That we did,” Lindsay admitted,