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fingers of her right hand she encircled Ed, just above Denny's grip. The darker man moaned, and moved seductively against the tartan weave beneath him.
    Laurie extended her tongue, licking the tip as suggested. She paused and smiled at Denny. Ed was just like a beautiful living lollipop that they were sharing. When she engulfed his glans, impatient to taste him, he groaned again.
    "Oh God, yes... more of that. More."
    Laurie sucked and flicked and teased, loving the heat and the saltiness of him, and the way his tiny love-eye yielded and pouted against her tongue. Attended by two lovers, Ed seemed content to let them pleasure him, and he grabbed at the blanket at his side, twisting and grabbing at it in bunches, rocking his hips from side to side, and sometimes thrusting upwards. His cock was big, long and substantial, but Denny's governing hand kept him from pushing up too hard into Laurie's mouth. At the same time Denny stroked her hair encouragingly with his free hand.
    "Oh yes, I can see you're very good at this," he purred, as Ed hissed an impassioned expletive in response to Laurie's foray beneath the head of his cock.
    "You're fucking amazing!" snarled Ed, "never mind 'very good'... Oh yes, woman, that's it... oh hell, yes, that's it!"
    Laurie would have grinned again if she hadn't had her mouth full. The men might be encouraging her, directing her even, but still, she felt in complete control, even though hot and excited. Down between her own legs, her sex was tense and heavy, almost as if every stroke of her tongue against Ed's flesh was a delicious wave of stimulation to her own body. She moaned around Ed's cock when Denny slithered his hand from her head and down her spine to her bottom. He was curled over and around her, kneeling against her and somehow enclosing her in his body heat while she enclosed the tip of Ed's penis with her lips. Against her hip, she could feel the surge of the blond man's cock pressing into her skin like a living brand.
    As Laurie teased Ed with her tongue, Denny teased her in return. Allowing her sole dominion over Ed's cock, he slid a hand under her belly, completing a delicious circle of intimacy when the fingers of his other hand fluttered into her cleft from behind.
    He stroked her, he played her, dabbling at her entrance and rolling her clit in a wicked rhythm. She made an uncouth sound around the obstruction in her mouth.
    "Naughty, naughty, beautiful girl," he murmured, still inclined over her, "Concentrate on Ed. Don't let yourself get distracted."
    How the hell am I supposed to do that?
    Inside, Laurie laughed. The man was preposterous. His fingers were driving her crazy, but he was telling her to concentrate. Her eyes snapped towards Ed, and she could see
he
was trying to watch what Denny was doing.
    Devils! You're both devils!
    Plagued by pleasure, she renewed her onslaught on Ed's cock, sucking hard, probing with her tongue, giving him as good as she was getting from Denny. They were crazy, wild, sexy men and in that moment, she adored the pair of them. There was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than on this magical moonlight beach, on her knees, giving head to a relative stranger. There was nobody in her life she'd rather be with than these two.
    "Oh God," cried Ed suddenly, his hips bucking and lifting, his glans pushing, pushing, pushing as he climaxed. Was it her tongue, or what he was seeing that had triggered him? She didn't know. Her only reality was his semen in her mouth, and Denny's fingers.
    For a moment or two, Ed held her to him, his fingers buried in her hair, but then, as his spasms ebbed, he released her, falling back against the blanket, gasping hard as his penis slipped from between her lips. "Thank you, doll," he murmured, his smooth chest heaving.
    Laurie made as if to rise, but Denny forestalled her. "Uh oh. Stay where you are. Unfinished business." She obeyed, crouching on the rug, half over Ed while his lover presided over her in return, both hands