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instantly dragged the breath
from her. Her fingers clawed at the bedclothes beneath her. She
could barely inhale at the onslaught.
    Yancey broke away to smile. Then, he lapped at her
nipple to make it hard again. “What were we saying about oral sex?
About it being intrusive? Invasive? Something like that?” Yancey
murmured. His tongue slid between her breasts, sliding up and down
the cleavage. “Remember?”
    “Yes,” she managed to choke out.
    Oliver wrapped a leg around her left one to pull them
her legs apart. Yancey crawled up the bed between her legs. Her
trembling worsened the closer he came and shook the bed like an
earthquake as he slipped in his tongue. He licked up and down
across her sensitive slit, which grew more sensitive with each
probing pass of his tongue. The twitching, the trembling, the
growing wetness responding to the toying intrusion of his tongue,
became worse as Oliver's mouth returned to sucking her nipples.
    The moaning was feverish and shapeless; the words
almost seemed to be gushing out of someone else's mouth. Yancey's
lips closed over her clit and started sucking it harder. His
fingers thrust into her faster.
    “See what's so great about having two lovers?” Oliver
groaned softly into her ear.
    She couldn't begin to formulate an answer.
    “What else do you want, Elf?” Yancey asked, between
laps of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers.
    Elfie's hips rose up so she could reach him
completely. “What the hell do you think?” she cried out.
    “I don't know,” he said, teasing her clit with his
tongue, “I just know my cock wants to make you come. Do you want
it?”
    Elfie nodded feverishly as Oliver tenderly pulled at
her nipples.
    “Then tell me to fuck you,” Yancey said with a
naughty, raspy laugh. “It only goes where it's invited, baby. So
tell me what you want.”
    “Please,” she begged, as Yancey returned to sucking
at her clit.
    “Tell him,” Oliver said.
    “Fuck me,” she finally gasped out.
    “That's more like it,” Yancey said.
    Yancey withdrew his fingers and tongue. Oliver
pitched the other man the towel he'd pulled off his shoulders.
Yancey dried off his face and hands.
    Grinning knowingly at Elfie, as if he understood the
depth of her need, Yancey unzipped his jeans and pulled them off.
He tossed them aside. He grasped his cock as it throbbed
feverishly.
    “As you can tell,” Oliver whispered, “Yancey is about
to fuck the shit out of you for both of us.”
    Yancey grinned bigger, crawling up between her legs.
“And I'm gonna make you come like a thirty-year-old virgin,” he
said, and then thrust his cock deep inside her. 
    Elfie cried out in shock at the pleasure. 
Oliver reached down to rub at her clit. 
    “Oliver!” she cried out as his clit massage began
while Yancey thrust in his cock.
    Oliver replied with a hot laugh. “Thought you'd like
this.”
    “Like we said, two are better than one,” Yancey
coughed out, as he kept thrusting faster and faster. Elfie nodded
helplessly, groaning with every thrust from Yancey’s cock and
Oliver’s hands.  Yancey thrust relentlessly.  “Rub her
clit faster, baby,” Yancey gasped out to Oliver. “She’s almost
there.”
    “Not quite,” Elfie moaned, and then pulled away from
Oliver's weakened grasp. She swung a leg around to move Yancey's
back to the bed. She mounted him.
    There was an explosion of passion in Yancey's eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” was all he managed to say.
    She leaned down into his face. “Make me come like a
thirty year old virgin?” she asked, with a laugh. She shook back
her sweat-moistened hair. “I'll show you a captive bride.”
    She shifted her weight to drive his cock farther into
her, and then seized the shaft from inside her with a muscular
clench. The effects of the internal grip on his cock surfaced
quickly on his face. He surrendered, helpless, against the bed.
    “Shit…please, baby…do it,” he groaned.
    While her pussy gripped his cock within, she humped
his