Jazz rolled over, taking the sexy, dark-haired woman into his arms. Doc's warm butt pressed against his and he shuddered. Having two lovers, one male and the other a lovely femme, was about all the excitement one man could ask for--or take. He ran his nose along the soft curve of Zoe's neck and whispered, "I know you want to come with us. But we all know the people in the village still need guidance. Doc trusts you to be able to handle them all. And he--"

"Yes, yes, I know. He needs you because you've been to the city before. You lived there. You know where to go, who to ask and all the rest of it." A breath of frustration followed her small rant.

"You got it." Jazz ran his hand down her back and kissed her upper chest. He continued to slip lower, taking a nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue across the puckered nubbin. Covering his teeth with his lips, he tugged at the turgid bit of flesh until she shuddered. He cupped her arse cheeks and pulled her closer, the slick wetness of her pussy anointing his newly roused erection with her juices as it slid between her thighs.

"It's not fair," she murmured, then kissed the top of his head.

He nodded but didn't speak, too busy kissing his way across her chest to the other nipple. He tugged at it, knowing from their times together how much she loved nipple play. Only too willing to give her that pleasure, he'd added it to his repertoire and began many of their sessions toying with those taut morsels.

"I could help." Her hips jerked against him, as if a shock had gone through her.

Behind Jazz, Doc shifted. A moment later, a warm gust of air wafted across Jazz's arse. Hands--his lover's--pried Jazz's cheeks apart. A warm wet tongue slithered down the crack of his buttocks, zeroing in on his hole in record time. The soft tip flicked across the crinkled opening, quickly easing its way inside.

While his lover's tongue drove him crazy with desire, Jazz increased his onslaught of nibbling and tugging on Zoe's nipples. His cock pulsed and he pushed a little harder, seeking a refuge deeper between her thighs.

Lifting his lips from her breast, Jazz said, "You could help by taking my cock and moving it so I can enter you." He gently thrust his hips back and forth. His thoughts reeled. Doc's tongue slithered in and out of his arse, nearly driving him crazy with lust. When it pulled out and Doc moved away, Jazz could have snarled his frustration.

"Not yet, Zoe," Doc said when he popped his head over Jazz's shoulder.

"What the...?" Zoe's voice came out harsh, but not with anger.

"Just a second," Dock repeated and rolled onto his back.

Jazz sat up and looked down at his male lover--his other half, as he liked to think of him. He adored the man and, of course, Doc knew it. He'd told him often enough.

"Better make this good, babe. I'm ready to burst." Jazz took hold of his erection and stroked it a few times; hard jabs that made him grit his teeth.

"Zoe, I want you to climb on top," Doc instructed, holding his arms wide. "I want at those luscious tits."

"You've got such a way with words, Doc." Zoe clambered onto Doc's body. She swung her leg over his hips but didn't mount him immediately. Instead, she straightened up and said, "Show me how much you want me."

"You're crazy, sweetness," Doc said, a mischievous smile on his face. He wrapped his fingers around his cock shaft and stroked himself. He wasn't just teasing her--his torturously slow masturbation had them all eager in no time. Jazz loved seeing his man preparing himself for a good fucking. Zoe liked to tease them both, too, and had a way of getting them involved that amazed him.

Doc's mouth sagged open and his hips thrust upwards, a sure sign he was more than ready. Jazz found his hand matched the pace of his lover's and his hips mirrored Doc's.

"Better get on soon, sweet cheeks, or I'm going to dive in and take him myself," Jazz said in a husky whisper.

Zoe chuckled, a deep, lusty sound, but quickly straddled Doc's hips. While Doc held his cock upright, she eased herself down onto him.

Jazz knelt behind her and, reaching around, cupped her breasts, pinching the large, crinkled nipple topping each. Her soft intake of breath was like music to his ears, but his pulsing, eager cock felt abandoned. Ignoring his erection for the moment, he continued toying with Zoe's nipples, while she churned her hips and muttered incomprehensibly.

Doc reached up and pushed Jazz's hands aside. "Your turn, babe," he said to Jazz. "Fill the other hole, carefully." He eased her forward, and she followed his lead.

Jazz backed away just enough to allow himself more room to work. Zoe's buttocks lay spread, her taut little hole winking at him. He slid a finger along her crease, stopping at the pucker. She was tight--he knew that from other times they'd been together. He circled her crinkled opening and pressed in, ever so lightly, wanting to prepare her for the fucking she so richly deserved.

"There's cream," Doc said, as if reading Jazz's thoughts. "On the floor beside the bed."

"Where the...?" Leaving the question unfinished, Jazz scurried to the side of the bed and looked down. There sat the expected small tub. Taking it, he unscrewed the cap and scooped a dollop on to his fingers. Not wasting a second, he repositioned himself behind her and slid his fingers along her crack. Her anus opened beneath his probing touch, eagerly accepting the creamy lube. He thrust into her, one finger soon joined by a second. He spread his fingers, easing them in and out until the third slipped in effortlessly.

"Please, now. I need your cock in me," Zoe whimpered and raised herself, nearly losing Doc's cock in the process. She groaned and reached between her thighs, grabbing hold of Doc's shaft. Keeping it in place, she swayed her bottom, fairly imploring Jazz to hurry.

Jazz got to his knees between Doc's wide-spread legs and scooted forward. With the fingers of one hand still spreading her arse, he gripped his cock with the other and took careful aim. The tip of his erection brushed her anus and pulsed. He pressed the super-sensitive crown against her pucker and, while pulling his fingers out, he pushed the tip in.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes." Zoe froze, her body held between Jazz and Doc as if in some otherworldly stasis.

Jazz eased forward, her hips in his hands. Doc's hands joined his, guiding their woman down onto his cock while Jazz filled her from the rear.

"Oh, my God," Doc whispered, a deep, guttural sound of wonder. "Your cock is right there. Pushing against mine. Fuck, oh fuck."