2 comments/ 47648 views/ 8 favorites Emerald Green By: Sascha_I "You'll really suck my cock if someone answers this ad?" Alex turned towards Naomi. She brushed strands of hair back from her face and smiled wider. "You have to get fucked in the ass, yes. But I'll do more than suck that cock of yours if someone answers this ad." Alex licked his lips at the thought. Smiling, he looked at Naomi. She was bent over, giving him a view of her luscious ass in tight jeans. He licked his lips. "You're serious?" She straightened and set her hands on her hips. The stare in her eyes said she wasn't joking. Her lips pursed together. Alex snickered. "I didn't think so." "Oh no," she sauntered to him, swaying her hips with each step. "I'm very serious." He chuckled. "So what you're saying is in order for you to fuck me, there has to be another hot guy involved." Her lips curled upwards. "Yeah, sure. You know you want this." Alex spun around in his chair and spread his legs. He leaned back and grinned. "Yeah. I do." The erection in his pants couldn't be more obvious. He swore he saw Naomi's nipples pucker beneath the top she wore. "So what now?" Naomi sank to her knees and rested her head on Alex's bare thigh. "We wait." He sighed. "Fine!" Setting a hand in her hair, he stroked her curls. Her warm face so near his cock made him harder and she knew it. But he wasn't going to push anything right now. Alex did want to feel a hard piece of dick between his ass again. It'd been so long since the last time he'd been fucked. The act itself wasn't the issue. Guys always seemed to want a commitment after sex and Alex wasn't bisexual for a relationship. He simply liked getting off. The harder, the better. Or as he'd told Naomi once, the more the merrier. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful minus a few emails from guys who showed potential by actually following the instructions left in the ad Alex placed online. Naomi cooked dinner for him, preparing a Tuscan meal from a recipe she'd learned on a receipt trip to Italy. They ate and drank the rest of the evening away until it was time for her to go home. "Now remember," she stood just outside the building, "You get one guy you really want, you'll CC me?" "Yeah. I'll make sure you see the entire exchange and we set up something this week." "You promised!" She winked. Alex licked his lips and watched her turn around. Seeing her walk away was almost a delight in itself, the round curve of her ass enticing him and making him hard again. Still, could he go through with it? And what would happen once the mystery man showed up and found out he wasn't actually gay but bisexual? The ad Alex left gave a little leeway in that he specifically mentioned being open to threesomes but so far all the responses had been from guys in the Bay Area who were strictly homosexual. Sitting back at is computer, Alex made a list of potential play partners in the event that a few of them couldn't meet when Naomi and he wanted? After all, what fun was going fishing if you only caught one fish? A day later, Alex found himself showering, stroking his cock and thinking about how hot it would be to have a nice fat dick in his mouth. Carefully, he reached for the razorblade and shaving cream. Spraying a thick amount of gel into the palm of his hand, he smeared it all over his prick and balls, making sure to get a good lather. With his other hand, he tugged his sac down and ran the blade over his skin twice making sure to get as much hair off his groin as possible in one sweep. Rinsing the blade, he made several more passes, stroking his lubed cock at the same time while thinking about the hot piece of meat that would soon slip between his tight ass cheeks. Oh, he stroked more, "couldn't forget about the hot pair of lips that are going to suck my dick at the same time..." Alex fell back against the tile and let the spray wash down his body while he jerked. Faster and faster, bumping his ass against the wall, he imagined that thick cock and heavy balls bouncing off his ass the same way he'd fuck Naomi's. It'd be a magnificent ménage, Another moment later, Alex shut his eyes and jerked harder, faster before the familiar feeling of tightness swelled in his lower belly and balls. He shot a huge load all over the bathtub, grunting out Naomi's name. Panting, he let the spray wash away all traces of spent seed before rinsing his body off and drying his blonde hair. Stepping out of the bathroom still erect, he wandered over to the computer and clicked on the new email icon. The message came up. Hi, I found your ad and wondered if you ever have been with women? I have a fantasy too I'd like to enact involving a hot guy, his girlfriend and myself. My pics are attached. I'm just under six feet tall, clean shaven everywhere and versatile. I hope to hear from you. Juan. Alex's heart thumped loudly in his chest. He opened the pictures and found an attractive guy standing in shorts and a tank top that showed off a well muscled chest. The guy wasn't overly huge, just toned. Black curls hung down just above his eyes. His dark skin seemed like it had been dusted with cocoa. Emerald green eyes sparkled with a smile that would lead most people into the devils' layer regardless of sexual preference. Oh and the obligatory cock shot. Opening the picture up, Alex saw what would be buried in his ass. Alex licked his lips. His cock grew hard again. Taking one last look at the hot man's even hotter prick, Alex clicked the forward button and sent the email to Naomi for her approval. A moment later, he'd begun writing Juan back. They'd agreed to meet at the bar around the corner from where Alex lived and yes he'd bring his female companion who shared the fantasy along. Naomi replied ten minutes later with a one line email. Yum. Yum, indeed. The next morning, Alex woke to find a few more pictures from Juan. Returning the favor, Alex sent off a few body shots and cock shots to Juan in hopes of instant approval. Then he set his camera up on his desk, stripped out of his boxers and set the timer on the camera. Turning around, he faced the wall. Bending over, he flexed his ass, arching his hips in a very effeminate manner that usually made other men salivate. Standing at attention, Alex walked over and reviewed the few pictures he'd taken. Then he'd attached them and sent them back to Juan. Before the middle of the day, the time had been set for their meeting. Naomi showed up just before five. Alex let her into the building, noting the scent of jasmine rain perfume wafting behind her. She wore a tight top that showed plenty of cleavage, her hip hugger jeans and black ankle boots. Her dark brown hair hung loosely around her face, emphasizing her jade eyes. Oh and she wore lipstick that emphasized her plump lips. "You look hot." Alex hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him "You will too." She licked a line of heat along his neck. Alex led her up to his apartment, holding her hand. Something about her, the way she touched him made him shiver at the realization that he was actually getting what he wanted from her. Naomi kept close behind him with each step they took up to his apartment. He opened the door, ushered her in and offered her a seat on his leather couch. "I'll be a moment." She nodded. "Want a drink?" She blinked. "Nervous?" He feigned a smile. "A little. What if this guy doesn't want me? Or what if this goes all wrong? Or..." Naomi stood and cleared the distance between them. "Let this guide you." She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into her. Pressing his mouth against hers, he tasted her. Her tongue snaked between his lips, urging his out to play. Alex let the feelings he'd held onto slip away into her kiss. Closing his eyes, he let himself feel her pressing against him, pushing him against the desk so that he was backed up to it, trapped between it and her breasts crushing against his chest. She bit at his lower lip, nibbling along his mouth. He let out a soft moan, his cock springing to life beneath his silk pajamas. Naomi rocked her hips against his erection. Alex moaned a little louder. He raised a hand to cup her ass and press her deeper into him but she remained stiff. Pulling back from the kiss, she smiled. "Go get that drink and get dressed. It's almost time to meet him downstairs for that drink." Nodding, Alex watched Naomi peel herself off him. He swore he saw the disappointment in her eyes at the thought of having to stop. The reality was, what was coming up would be much hotter. Oh yes it would. A few minutes later, Alex wore bluejeans and a tank top to show off his fair skin. His blonde hair had been left down and brushed out with Naomi's help. He wore an old pair of running shoes and made sure not to wear anything beneath his jeans. Alex sat with his back to the door while facing Naomi in the dimly lit bar. Both nursed beers while waiting for Juan to show up. Butterflies danced and fluttered wildly in his stomach. Alex lifted his beer to his mouth, saluted Naomi with it and then took a large sip. She motioned with her eyes to his left. He set the glass down and spotted Juan out of the corner of his eye. Dressed in loose fitting baggy brown shorts and a black tank top that exposed the fine brown color of his skin, he looked like he'd just stepped off the beach. His hair was tousled and thick. Sandals completed the beach boy look. Juan turned to face them and looked directly at Alex with heat in his eyes. Alex smiled. From the corner of his eye, he saw Naomi's waving hand. She spoke so Juan would hear him from the distance. "Over here Juan." Alex swallowed the lump in his throat, took another sip of his beer and stood to meet Juan. Juan walked with a swagger in his step that said top. Definitely. At least today he would be a top. The egotistical part of Alex that hated being put into submissive positions roared up inside of him, but the feelings his erection made him feel trumped the anxiety. Naomi stood behind Alex and touched him, running her fingernails along his exposed arm. A tinge of desire swept through him. Juan extended his hand. "Alex and Naomi?" He spoke with a slight Spanish flair in his voice. Alex gripped the other man's hand, felt rough calluses despite the tender way which he shook hands. The twinkle in Juan's eyes resonated deep within Alex in the form of precum oozing from the head of his swollen cock. He couldn't wait to feel a pair of lips tightly milk him while he puckered his asshole around Juan's hardness. Naomi appeared beside Alex. "Yeah. That's us. How was our trip here?" Juan shook Naomi's hand. "Not bad. Care to have a beer together? Allow me to buy." Naomi nodded and tugged at Alex. The nervousness in his voice steadied with each word he spoke. "Oh, sure. Right. Yeah I'm always down for a free beer." Nodding, Juan strode back to the bar and ordered three beers from the lovely redhead. Coming back a moment later, he set the beers down on the table. Naomi slid one over to Alex and picked up one for herself. Juan lifted his glass to his lips. "A local brew is okay?" Alex couldn't keep his eyes off the sensual curve of Juan's mouth. "Oh yeah. We prefer local here." He took a sip and let the cool liquid wash down his throat while the alcohol steadied his nerves and his resolve. Juan was more than eye candy. He was temptation. And Naomi was the temptress who pushed Alex into his fantasy. The three exchanged glances before taking equal sips on their beers. "So," Juan leaned forward, letting the front of his tank top fall to expose more tanned flesh, "what do you two do?" Alex watched the way Juan's lips moved, imagined them kissing him, kissing Naomi. Scratch that. He was kinda possessive over Naomi. But she didn't mind sharing him. Naomi answered first. "I'm a banker." Alex leaned back in his seat and rested his arm on the table. "I manage funds for investors. You?" Juan set his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "I'm between jobs right now but I was a flight attendant. The company I was with had massive layoffs recently. In two weeks I'll have another job though." Alex nodded. "That's good. It's touch and go with some things." Juan took a sip of his beer. A foot caressed Alex's jean clad calf. He looked at Naomi. She wore her usual pretty smile. He couldn't tell from the way her hair threw a shadow over her eyes what she was thinking, but he'd felt her feet on his body enough to know the difference between hers and Juan's. The guy moved fast! Alex stretched his legs, letting himself enjoy the feel of smooth feet caressing him. Juan scooted closer and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah it's tough out there. But I needed the break anyway. It's giving me free time to explore a few things." He winked. Taking another drink from his beer, Alex met Juan's gaze. "Such as this online board and sex?" Juan smiled big. "Yup. You'd think with me flying around the world I'd have all kinds of sexual experiences but the problem is that I never had time to stop anywhere for more than a few hours at best. So I'm taking these next few weeks off to explore." Chuckling, Alex pointed at Naomi. "This is a fantasy for me and she forced me to—" A hand covered his mouth. "What he means to say," Naomi pinched his side, "is that I got tired of hearing him talk about his fantasy when he's encouraging me to live more." Juan snorted. "I see. So what's your role here, Naomi?" Alex snickered. "I'm the girl whose gonna ride him while he's getting fucked." Naomi practically beamed at the thought. Juan's smile lit up, reaching his eyes. "Interesting. So who orchestrated this meeting?" Alex shrugged. "Ultimately I did. We've been emailing since last night. She pushed me," he motioned with his thumb, "into trying to live a little more. I apparently don't get out enough." Juan chuckled. "It sounds like we have more in common than we first thought." He licked his lips. Naomi finished her beer and set the glass aside. Leaning forward, she crossed her arms in front of her. "Are you interested?" Juan dropped his chin, setting his gaze on Alex's. "Very." The heated stare threatened to burrow into Alex's deepest fantasies, the ones involving more than one man and woman. Juan could be a gateway, if only Alex would let him. " Then we should adjourn back to my apartment upstairs." Juan stood. The look on his face couldn't be mistaken for anything other than pure lust. Alex and Naomi rose at the same time, looking at each other before glancing back at Juan. "Let's go." Alex took Juan's hand in one, and Naomi's in the other. Leading them back outside into the setting sunlight, he stopped to take a better look at Juan. The Spaniard was more muscled than his picture showed. He ran a hand though his slicked hair but it fell on both sides of his face, shadowing eyes that held hot passion in them. Full lips meant for kissing parted. Setting a hand on Alex's shoulder, Juan stepped forward. Their lips met. Juan's mouth was pliant but controlling. He slanted his lips over Alex's, pressing in softly at first before applying more pressure. The move surprised Alex but hardened his cock more. His body tensed, braced for the kiss. A rough tongue parted his lips, invading his mouth and wandering around to coax Alex into a higher state of arousal. Slick velvet caressed Alex's neck. Naomi, he thought. Her hands ran up the sides of his arms before pulling him back from Juan's mouth. "Upstairs," she motioned at the few onlookers who stood at the corner. Shrugging his shoulders, Alex led the way back up to his apartment in silence that spelled out arousal. Aware of Naomi's hand on his ass and Juan's heated stare on that same area made it difficult to walk up the steps without stopping to take what he wanted from Naomi. Once inside his apartment, Alex flipped on the lights. "There's the couch. Want a drink?" Nodding, Juan licked his lips. "Beer if you have it." "Sure do," Alex made his way into the kitchen to grab three beers. When he returned, he saw Naomi sitting next to Juan on the leather couch, her thigh touching his. Juan had thrown his arm around the back of the couch while Naomi stroked her thighs. Alex handed them each a beer and sat on the leather recliner next to the couch and stretched his legs out. He took a pull off his beer and set it down on the table between the couch and recliner. "So," he paused. "So," Juan scooted a little closer to Alex, "here we are." Naomi's stare met Alex's. He licked his lips and took a swig from his beer before setting it down on the table. He let his arm drape casually over the edge of the chair just within reach of Juan. Setting a hand on Juan's thigh, Naomi scooted closer and leaned in. Inhaling his scent, her lips curved upward in a smile. She flicked her tongue out to taste his skin. Juan grinned. Nerves froze Alex. He wanted this, wanted Naomi on his cock. His asshole puckered in sweet anticipation of what would happen if he could just make a move. Juan moaned. He reached for Naomi's thigh. Turning towards her, he stretched out both legs and slipped off his sandals. His shorts rode up and bared more tanned flesh. Alex licked his lips. Watching Naomi and Juan kiss hardened him further. The stupid butterflies in his stomach wouldn't stop fluttering. Swallowing his fear, Alex decided to do something other than watch his best friend make out with the man who was supposed to fuck him in the ass. With one foot propped up, Alex shoved the table out of the way. His eyes remained glued to Naomi's mouth doing wicked things with Juan's. Juan's hands clutched at her sides, sliding up and down over her clothed body. She pulled back from the kiss and stared at Alex. Alex knelt between them and started kissing Naomi's jean clad thigh. She laughed. "It's easier if I strip, silly." She reached out and ruffled his hair. Alex shrugged and sat back on his heels. Naomi stood, undid the snap and slid the zipper down slowly. Shoving her pants down her round ass exposed pale yet toned flesh and a black thong that just barely covered her hairless pussy. Juan and Alex made eye contact and both men seemed to have the same thought. Alex rose and caught Naomi's hand. Juan took her other hand and tugged them both to the couch. "This will be easier for you, Alex?" Alex cocked a brow. "Yeah." His mouth curved upward in slow smile. His body hardened at the sight of Naomi's nearly naked ass. Naomi centered herself so that each man sat on one side of her. Alex grabbed her thighs and parted them, raking his nails lightly over her flesh. Opening her mouth, she shook against his touch. Juan leaned in and kissed her again, sealing his mouth over hers. Her eyes widened. Alex reached for her breast, cupping it, feeling the weight of it in his palm. Her bosom was just like her ass, heavy, round and firm. Bending down, he took her shirt covered beat in his mouth and began to suckle while a hand roamed over her belly. Juan's hand brushed against Alex's. Alex closed his eyes and suckled, soaking the shirt and bra. Naomi moaned and shifted her weight for comfort and ease of access to her core. A hand covered Alex's and laced fingers together. The grip was soft, feminine. Another hand brushed over Alex's thigh. He opened his eyes to see Juan pulling back from Naomi. Reaching for the hem of Alex's shirt, Juan tugged. "Let's see you now." The perfect Spanish accent Juan spoke with made Alex's blood even hotter. Arching a brow, Alex lifted his shirt off. Both Juan and Naomi now faced him. Emerald-Green Eyes Sally Mae entered the mistress' bed chamber precisely at 9:15 a.m. with the mistress' coffee and beignets tray. To not have done so at this precise time every day without prior counter instructions would have been courting a whipping, and Mistress Muriel ruled the plantation with an heavy whip. When Sally Mae set the tray down beside the bed, she experienced a brief heart flutter over whether also to pull the drapes on the chamber's three windows. But protocol was protocol, and she did as she was tasked to do every day, pulling the drapes to the filtering in of mottled sunshine through the thick leaves of the magnolia trees at the corner of the house. She then withdrew as quietly as she could. Her head was bowed, her emerald-green eyes looking straight down at the worn oak floorboards. All of this would make it quite obvious to anyone observing that she wasn't looking at the four-poster mahogany bed that dominated the room. But of course she knew what was happening in the bed—and who it involved. Why couldn't they have let the bed curtains down, she wondered, as she took up station in the plantation house's upstairs corridor. She sat in a straight-back chair not far from the mistress' door, in wait to be able to perform her other tasks for the mistress—the dressing and then the cleaning of the chamber—the minute Mistress Muriel wanted her to be there. While she waited, Sally Mae's emerald-green eyes slitted, she licked her lips, and she dreamed of what she had seen in the bed and of who she couldn't know to have seen—especially of the young man, his finely sculpted, tanned naked torso, raised on an elbow as he leaned over the side of the woman and looked down at the woman's still-firm breasts, the nipples large and rosy in their arousal. As Sally Mae had been entering Muriel Smithson Livingston's bedchamber at Briarton, on the Mississippi, a plantation downriver from Baton Rouge, about half way to New Orleans, the young man in question, Jarid Livingston, had been embracing Muriel from the back and leaning over her side. Both were lying on their sides. Jarid was languidly fucking the woman from behind. They were lying under a single sheet, the ruffling and rustling of which left no doubt that the younger man had his hard cock buried three-quarters of the way up the older woman's vagina and was slow pumping her. Sally Mae, a house slave, had every reason to understand how well the cock of the young man could work inside a woman. As she moved silently toward the door, she placed a hand on her only slightly rounded belly. Indeed she knew what Jarid Livingston's cock could do inside a woman. Muriel, as the mistress of a large southern plantation and a Smithson by birth, had been pampered all her life and was still a voluptuous, shapely, raven-haired beauty at the age of thirty-eight, which, for a woman of the south who led a more rigorous life easily could mark a haggard middle age. Still, she was old enough to be her lover of the morning's mother, as Jarid was barely twenty. And, in fact, Muriel was Jarid's mother. Muriel was a Smithson, and the Smithsons of a handful of family-held plantations on the Mississippi, including Briarton and the family seat, Smithfield, "enjoyed" (if one could use that word in this context, although the Smithsons themselves didn't seem to care) a dubious reputation throughout the region between Baton Rouge, to the north, and New Orleans, to the south. They were well known for their inbreeding and their uninhibited propensity to fuck anything that moved. Before marrying an older second cousin Livingston and, upon John Livingston's death, adding Briarton to the Smithson holdings, Muriel's lover had been her brother, Tyler Smithson, now patriarch of the Smithson clan, resident at Smithfield. Since her husband's death, Muriel, who was highly sexed, and once having declared at a Baton Rouge cotillion banquet that semen was good for the skin, had taken on a series of lovers. The latest of those, now that he had grown into adulthood, was her own handsome-of-face and perfection-of-body son, Jarid. That was only a recent development, though, as Jarid had been up at the College of William and Mary in Virginia, studying for the law before having done his grand European tour. He had only been back at Briarton for two months and had only been in Muriel's bed for the last five nights. But they had been long nights of sex. Muriel was insatiable and Jarid was born randy and indiscriminate. He had also developed into a sexy, irresistible hunk with a horse-hung cock—the spitting image of his uncle Tyler. In fact, he had been sent as far away to college as Virginia so that every child born to a comely woman between Baton Rouge and New Orleans wouldn't have the Smithson's signature emerald-green eyes. Such were the mores of the American south in the early nineteenth century that Muriel and Jarid may not even have been aware that the house slave, Sally Mae, had come into the bed chamber to set the morning coffee tray and open the drapes while Jarid was fucking Muriel in the four-poster. Slaves in those days were invisible until their masters and mistresses wanted to use them for something—or noticed that they weren't there, for which they were called lazy and shiftless. Sally Mae was outside of the chamber and settled in the corridor to knit a wool scarf before Jarid tensed and barely had time to pull his cock out of Muriel's cunt, bury it in her other passage instead, and pump three times, jerking, and ejaculating. When he'd done so he snuggled up closer to his mother and she twisted, turning her face to his, and they kissed. "That was nice, sugar," she whispered. "Today I'd like you to take some of the men out to the levy and check for storm damage." "Can't, Mother. I'm riding to Smithfield today. We'll be back tomorrow." "Smithfield? We? What are you up to?" "Oh, did I forget to tell you? I got married while I was in New Orleans last week." "Married!" she exclaimed, sitting up in the bed. Jarid snaked a hand around her back and latched on to one of her breasts to distract her, but she shrugged him off, and moved away from him. She then turned back to him and lifted the sheet to cover her chest. "I'll be damned if you get married without my permission. Who is this slut? Is she pregnant?" "I don't need your permission to marry—or to do much of anything else—Muriel," Jarid answered, flaring a bit. "I'm of age, and if I pushed the issue, I'm legally the master of Briarton now. If it amused me to work as hard at it as you do, I'd assert my authority. And, yes, of course she's pregnant. Would I be marrying her otherwise?" "Who is she? Some doxy from New Orleans? But, no, either she is a woman of wealth or her daddy's got a big gun. You wouldn't marry her just because you'd fucked a child up into her." "No, she's not from New Orleans. That's why I'm going to Smithfield to retrieve her. It's Susan. And I guess you could say her daddy's got a big gun. You certainly have thought so over the years." "Susan? Tyler's daughter, Susan?" "Yes. Cousin Susan. I don't see an issue. Smithsons frequently marry their cousins. You married a second cousin. And now, when Tyler dies, I'll become master of Smithfield too. I would have thought you would salivate at that development." "Susan. You can't marry Susan!" Muriel had climbed down from the bed, pulling the sheet with her, suddenly putting a barrier between her and the son who not more than five minutes earlier had been inside both of her passages. "Apparently I can, Mother," Jarid said, sitting up in bed. His voice had turned to an amused tone. He had been looking forward to informing his mother that another woman was coming to Briarton to demand some of his attention and to compete as woman of the house. Muriel was being entirely too possessive, and he was determined to become the master of the plantation in fact, even if his mother had ruled it with a horsewhip for a dozen years. He hadn't meant for Susan to get pregnant, but he had to admit that it fit in with his plans. "No, you can't! Not her. You don't understand. This can't happen." Muriel gathered her sheet about her and marched to the door to her water closet. "It has already happened," Jarid reiterated. "I fucked her; she's making something of my seed—good old Smithson baby-maker wine." But he was speaking to the closed door of the water closet. He scooted over to the edge of the bed and jumped down to the floor—the mattress having been raised to where even he couldn't put his feet flat on the door. He bent down to scoop up his clothes, but he was thinking of Susan and of how he'd fucked her from evening to morning in that New Orleans hotel the day they'd hurriedly gotten marriage. She was a luscious and saucy little piece, and her pregnancy had only made her body riper for him, her breasts full and firm, her belly more round, her labia seemingly puffier between his lips. And there were no thoughts of consequences as he released his seed deep inside her—she already had quickened. The thought of what he and Susan had done, what he had planted inside her, gave him a hard on. And that being the case, he didn't start putting his shirt and breeches on. He hadn't been oblivious to the passage of the sweet little morsel of chocolate, Sally Mae, through the bed chamber after all. Instead of dressing, he went right out into the corridor, in the nude, and smiled at Sally Mae. She started up from the chair she was sitting in in wait to help Mistress Muriel get dressed. She turned and darted for the door to the servants' backstairs. Just to be sure, though, she glanced around when she got to the door and gave Massa Jarid a saucy little smile—or rather she smiled directly at the magnificent erection standing up from his curly black bush. Jarid caught her at the top of the servants' staircase, pressed her chest against the wall, and gathered up her skirting. A tug as her loosely woven cotton drawers was enough to rip then from her body. In no time he was pressing her cheek to the wall with hand to the back of her neck, snaking his other hand around to palm her two-months-gone belly until he'd gotten his cock inside her cunt. Then he moved the hand down to cupping her muff and working her clit as he went down the road of pumping her full of broadly shared Smithson-Livingston cum. Sally Mae stood docilely under his control, her emerald-green eyes were flashing, but there was a tight little smile on her lips. She was just a slave; she had no say in which of the Smithson men used her. She very well might have welcomed Jarid using her anyway, though. He was young and virile and handsome—and he was a man and a half where it counted. And she enjoyed his cocking. He was just a much younger version of Massa Tyler from over at Smithfield. And she had to admit that she enjoyed Massa Tyler fucking her to when he visited Briarton. Massa Jarid also was giving her a baby. And her work would be slightly alleviated thereby for several months. When he released inside her, she felt his hands go to cover her belly as he nuzzled the back of her neck with his lips, and she heard him sigh, both of them knowing that she too would be giving him a child at Christmastime. Her mother had told her to stay away from all Smithson men, but how would that have been possible? It hadn't been possible for her mother. Sally Mae knew she'd been gotten on her mother by Massa Tyler. But that was the way of the South. And it benefitted her. She was light skinned thereby, a mix of the races. That turned her to service in the plantation house rather than in the field. Her mammy was begot by a Smithson too. And it had gotten her in the kitchen rather than the fields. It was the way of the South. Probably always would be. There would be Smithsons on both sides of the color bar marching down through the ages. Sally Mae would only be beyond the bar in decree. Her skin was almost as white as Mistress Susan's. You go on and put your seed up there inside me again, Massa Jarid, Sally Mae mused in her brain as he was doing just that. You'all can do that much as you like. T'ain't nothing you'll get out of it that hasn't already been started. Of course, Massa Tyler had been visiting Briarton when Massa Jarid first came home—and first laid his hands on her. Sally Mae couldn't really tell who the father would be—Jarid or Tyler. Not that it mattered. At best, it would mean that the child, when grown, would work in the house, not in the fields. And one thing was for damn sure. It would have emerald-green eyes, and that meant it would forever be a step above the field hands. Another thing she knew was that both of the Smithson men got to her before a darky of the field did, although they were all sniffing around and fucking her now. Her first baby wouldn't have to work in the fields. * * * * Susan Smithson Livingston sat up on the end of her bed at Smithfield, rubbed her chafed wrists, and brushed her petticoats and long skirt down off her thighs. He had been particularly rough with her that time—her father, Tyler, when he'd pushed her on her back at the foot of the bed, roughly worked with his hands in her folds and cunt and at her clit, underneath her skirts as he stared fiercely down into her face, waiting for her to beg for his cock. She had, of course, begged for it, which pleased the old man. Her father controlled everything in her world—or had done so before she married Jarid, which was just exchanging one master for the next. But she had learned to manipulate him to get what she wanted. Old Willa Ann, her nanny, had long ago told her of the ways of the Smithson men and also the ways she could get her own way with them. Susan had been left motherless and to her own defenses early in life. Tyler was going to fuck her anyway when she became old enough to arouse him, Willa Ann had declared to her, so she could just learn to make the best of it. Will Ann had known what she was talking about. Pushing her skirts and petticoats up to her waist, Tyler had spread her thighs with his knees, thrust inside her, and pumped her as he leaned over her panting torso, his emerald-green eyes boring into her own eyes of the same color. She'd moaned for him and whispered the words she knew he wanted to hear and made the most of the big, hard cock inside her that, indeed, was able to bring her to orgasm, while he held her to the bed and fucked her with long, sure, knowing strokes with his hands pressing her wrists into the bedspread. She had moved her hips against him as his thrusts had gained in speed and become rhythmic and his breathing had grown heavy and hoarse, and she had known just what to do with the muscles of her passage to make him release his seed. Manipulating her father had led to Susan being a tease with men, with a readiness to submit to their lusts to gain her own sense of power and control, and with a deep hunger for the orgasms men could give her. And her youth and shapely figure—at least for now—and her dark, sensual beauty had made many a man want her. But now that she was pregnant and soon would start showing, she had needed a husband. Surveying those who could not deny parentage if she claimed it, her cousin, Jarid had been the best bet. She was an only child, but her father would never let her inherit and control Smithfield. She had always needed an arrangement that protected her interests. Jarid was the perfect foil for that. He also had a magnificent body—a body constructed far keener than his hard cock-obsessed mind was. She felt fairly certain she could dominate and control him. The choice of Jarid had the added advantage that he couldn't deny parentage. Two friends had stood watch on the door at Smithfield during his coming-home party, while he had fucked her in her bedroom—a coupling she had thoroughly enjoyed. So, being shackled to him wasn't a disaster as long as he continued to plow her to gasping orgasms. Within two hours of that, though, two other men, including her father, had released their seed in her. She couldn't, for sure, say who the father was—and at least in Tyler and Jarid's cases, they were of such identical countenance that a child favoring one would equally favor the other. Thus, it was up to Susan to declare the father—and then for the one she declared to quietly and swiftly do the honorable act. The southern code of conduct was strange and powerful force. Even a Smithson wouldn't deny begetting a future heir to family name and fortune. Tyler had roared with anger when she told him that not only was she pregnant and had declared for Jarid, but she also had secretly married him in New Orleans. This had been the cause of the particularly rough fuck—one that she, nevertheless, had thoroughly enjoyed. When Tyler had cooled down, though, he had realized the wisdom of her choice. No one had ever batted an eye at the by-blows he had deposited around the plantation and the region between Baton Rouge and New Orleans. But none of them had been gotten off his own daughter. That, certainly, would set the region buzzing. Susan's choices had negated that problem. But he was quick to anger nonetheless and he was also quick to change his mind and his moods. He had treated her so roughly that Susan feared his fickle moods and what he could do under the influence of drink. He'd left her and gone directly to the bottle. Thus, he was not more than fifteen minutes beyond stuffing that big cock of his back in his breeches and marching off for his study when Susan was calling for her personal maid, Sadie. "My husband is coming for me tomorrow, but I fear I cannot spend another night under this roof. I will go to him at Briarton today. Run and tell Samuel to bring me my trunk—without my father knowing it—and you must help me pack. We will leave as soon as Papa has sunk into his usual drunken stupor." The young slave woman turned her emerald-green eyes to Susan and agreed with the wisdom of her choice. She regretted the young mistress wasn't taking her too, but such hopes were useless. The massa would demand that she be here to serve his needs—there would be even more of a demand from him if Mistress Susan wasn't there. And going to Briarton with her was no answer either. Massa Tyler visited Briarton regularly. There was no place where any slave woman he took a notion to poke could hide from that man on a Smithson plantation. And Sadie had already heard of the insatiable appetite of Jarid Livingston, the man Mistress Susan had secretly married. Samuel, the carriage driver, delivered the trunk. Both Susan and the slave woman looked upon him with a smile. Of all the house slaves, Susan relied on Samuel, a strapping, muscular, easy-to-look at young man with milk-chocolate skin of a mixed parentage, like most house slaves, for support, and, given Tyler's increasing drunkenness, possible protection. In turn, there wasn't anything Samuel wouldn't do for Susan. He would drive her to Briarton, but she'd do everything in her power to keep her there with him rather than send him back to Smithfield. "Go, lurk near the study, Samuel, until we have packed this trunk. Then you can take it to the town carriage, and I will join you in the carriage house for the drive to Briarton." When he'd left, Susan and the house slave, Sadie, worked side by side quickly and efficiently to load Susan's trunk. The two young women could be mistaken for twins as they worked together, save that one was mistress of a plantation whose family owned the other. The similarities between them were striking. If not twins, they certainly could pass as sisters—which, in fact, they were in half measure, both having been fathered by Tyler. Half way between Smithfield and Briarton, Samuel turned the carriage into a narrow, tree-shrouded track that led down to the banks of the Mississippi. There on a bed of ferns in a slight depression by the river, hidden from view in every direction, they hurriedly stripped each other of their clothes, and, both naked and glorious of ripe young bodies, Samuel lay on his back, staring up, lovingly, into Susan's rapturous face through his emerald-green eyes. Susan, her rump nestled into Samuel's groin and her hands palming his bulging pectorals, languidly rode the cock of the black, muscular, stud who had had her maidenhead and who, of all her lovers, was her preferred one, despite the great color divide existing between them. If she could have her choice of any man to dominate and to have impregnated her, it would be her carriage driver—and half brother—Samuel. Emerald Green Silk A night out at perhaps the most important fundraising dinner of the year. The most successful health professionals in the Pacific will be there and you are feeling more than a little nervous as you stare at your reflection in the mirror and re-adjust your perfectly tied tie for the millionth time. Walking out of our bedroom you wonder not for the first time that evening why I am so late. We are due at the Fundraiser in an hour and still there is no sign of me. You try my mobile once again. I pick up on the third ring and say “Hello My Darling” just as my arm wraps around you and my warm lips find their way to your neck, before planting a soft loving kiss. Immediately you spin around and the words of annoyance you had planned for me instantly evaporate when you see that I am already set to go. My long brown hair is pinned up in a French roll with soft tendrils of curls framing my face. My make up is under stated though elegant. My softly scented perfume floats up to you as a smile finds its way to your lips. Dressed in a tight full length dress of emerald green silk I draw you into my embrace and kiss the last of your oh so serious frown away. As you take in the tight bodice of my dress with its’ Chinese collars and the gentle swell of my silk encased hips there is an unmistakable look of pure lust in your eyes quickly disguised but not quickly enough. My eyes appraise you very very slowly. You look gorgeous in your tuxedo. I reach into my purse and retrieve the green silk tie I want you to wear, matching perfectly the colour of my dress. You do not object as I replace your black one. In answer to your questioning look I take your hand in mine and walk you into the kitchen. There on the fridge is a note written in my familiar hand writing. As my arms wrap around your middle you remove the magnet holding the note to the fridge. “I haven’t forgotten about tonight Honey” it reads “ I know how important it is for you. I have made an appointment at the hairdresser’s after work and will change there before I come home. See you at 7 Gorgeous!!” I bring your wristwatch to your attention, it says 6:55. You let your head fall back against mine and squeeze my hands gently before bringing them up to your lips and kissing them. I feel the sheepish grin I know to be playing your lips right now and decide to tease you a little. “Surely you didn’t doubt me Honey?” I ask playfully “You’re just a tight ball of nervous energy tonight aren’t you? I just might have to do something about that.” I say before slapping you playfully on your buttocks. Your silence does not deny my words. I turn away from you then and go to walk out of the kitchen. Your eyes are instantly drawn to my legs, encased in black. The split in the back of my dress allows your eyes to follow the black seams of my stockings almost to mid thigh. Your eyes continue their upward journey until you reach the soft curves of my buttocks. Something is very wrong, you identify it almost immediately. My buttocks look too smooth and before the question of whether I am wearing panties or not makes it from your mind to your lips I turn around smiling my wicked smile and whisper “No” before spinning back on my heel and leaving the room. With your growing erection making its uncomfortable presence known you pick up the car keys from the bench and follow me out to the car. Shaking your head at my ill timed playfulness, torn between wanting me and maintaining a professional appearance for your colleagues tonight, you walk to your fate. When you get to the car you find me already seated in the front seat. It is a warm evening with no wind. The stars like diamonds on a black velvet sky. My hand affectionately finds its way to your thigh and strokes it lovingly as you drive. Part of you wants to believe I am over my playfulness and you will be able to compose yourself well in time for our arrival but the knowing part of you is not so ready to adopt such a blatantly false hope. As if to reitify your own conclusion my hand snakes its way further up your thigh, cupping your fast growing erection I squeeze it firmly, with your own hands gripping the steering wheel you all but resign yourself to my will. With my right hand still stroking you through your trousers I lift my legs up until my black stiletto heels are resting on the dashboard. The lump in your throat will not budge no matter how many times you try to swallow it down. I smile at you mischievously briefly tracing the sensuous outline of your lips with my fingers before returning them to your lap. You look at me beseechingly your eyes begging me to stop this while we are still able to compose ourselves. I ignore you - as you knew I would. Remembering well the fact that I am wearing no panties you know that access to my swollen lips will be very easy for my naughty questing fingers. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against my head rest just as my middle finger makes contact with my slick clitoris. An involuntary moan escapes me. Not a feigned one but one that leaves you in no doubt of my passion for you and the burning hunger I feel as my clever finger starts weaving its magical spell. As my hips begin to gyrate I hear a similar moan escape from your lips just as my clitoris reveals itself from behind green silk to the oncoming glare of passing traffic. With my knees splayed wide I continue my play while you steal covert glances my way clenching the steering wheel in the vice like grip of your hands knowing our game is all but over if you stray. My moaning becomes more intense as the sensations raking my sensitive body increase in strength. I lift my clitoris high in the air, one finger rubbing it desperately. Taking my hand away from your crotch I thrust two of its fingers deep into my vagina. When I remove them they are well coated in my juices. I wave them under your nose. You quickly suck them into your mouth, licking every last drop of my nectar as my climax ravages its way through my body. No nerve ending is spared as I thrust my pelvis high off my seat and explode into a million pieces, gladly surrendering my soul to my blissful tormentor. The glare of oncoming traffic bares witness to my delicious crises. The taste of my juices on your tongue is the final straw for you. Your throbbing painfully hard cock has paid the price for my orgasm. It will not be denied now. You pull off the road into a deserted playground at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac. You apply the brake and immediately lend your fingers to my play, sampling my nectar and growing harder as you watch me lick your fingers clean. As the last of my orgasm leaves my weary body it is my turn to beseech you with a look that begs you no more. But as I did earlier so you do now. You ignore me - as I knew you would. Desperate to feel my body against yours you quickly open your door and walk around to my side of the car. You reach in and pull me up by the hand leading me to the hood of the car. In the glow of the headlights you feast your eyes on me, so wanton in my desire for you, my legs splayed wide, my finger deep within my vagina. You lower your head until you can smell the aroma of my juices. The musky clean scent of me arouses you beyond your control. You begin to lick me in long sure strokes. With my dress bunched around my hips and the heels of my stilettos rubbing unseen circles on your back I open myself to you. The hot metal of the car on my bare buttocks adds to my growing tension. Your tongue flicks so fast over my aching clitoris still so tender from my last orgasm and having no time to recover before you bring me to another with the tongue and lips that know every inch of my body, every curve. My soft white thighs encased in the black lace edging of my stockings close around your face, forming a prison you starve for. My orgasm is relentless, so much stronger, more powerful than my earlier one. Your hands reach around to cup my metal warmed buttocks. I lift myself up to your tongue giving you the depths you seek. The sweet torture of your tongue inside me leaves me weak. I release you from your prison at the exact moment a deep seated moan makes itself known to the clear black sky above us. As much as my ecstatic cries inflame your own passions your fear of our moonlight play being discovered is stronger. To quieten me you immediately plant your lips on mine....my own juices flow onto my tongue just as I reach my peak. I kiss you hungrily. My fingers claw at your belt desperate for you to be inside me. With your hot cock in my hand we both look down at the result of our shared passion. By the glow of the headlights and under the light of a million stars you enter me in one smooth stroke. We stare transfixed at our joining both of us so mesmerised by what your body is doing to mine. My juices have made you so slick inside me My Darling. There is no friction between us only the fast and smooth thrusting that will bring us both to a shared orgasm. Faster and faster you go. My tongue flicks out to taste the salty sweat building on your upper lip. Your teeth catch my lower lip just as your cock explodes inside me. Your thumb on my clitoris sends me into flight once again, though this time we do it together in the sweetest most beautiful way. Long minutes pass, still with you inside me. I draw you into my embrace just as your arms enclose around me. Together we come down from the heights we reached. Our breathing calms and there is now only whispered words of affection as our lips and fingers caress each other in thanks....in love. Mindful of your Fundraiser and the importance of it to you I reach into your jacket pocket for your handkerchief and sliding off the hood of the car I use the handkerchief to remove our shared juices from your softening cock before dousing my thighs and still swollen lips with it. I kneel down and plant a soft kiss on the head of your cock and tuck it back inside your trousers before zipping them up carefully and buckling your belt. Returning my dress to its full length and ensuring my hair is still in place I reach for you again and re-tie your tie, dusting your jacket as I go. You look as gorgeous as you did when we left home Honey though now the tension of earlier has left us both. Seated back in the car you wait a few minutes while I fix my make up. When done I lean across to you and kiss you affectionately on the cheek. The discarded handkerchief on the back seat is the only outward reminder of our play. My hand on your thigh as you back us out of the playground assures you that all will be well tonight, despite the fact we will be arriving twenty minutes late. Emerald Green Naomi leaned forward and pressed her lips against Alex's mouth. He inhaled the scent of beer and her shampoo along with the undertones of rich masculinity that was Juan. Limbs shifted and straddled both Naomi and Alex before a mouth locked onto a nipple. Alex sucked in a breath. He peered down to see Juan's mouth working his nipple into a tight peak. Electricity flowed between the two men from the way Juan's mouth sucked him. A hand moved down over his stomach and to the top of his jeans. The button came undone and the zipper slid down, freeing his cock. "Just like I told you, no boxers. Good boy." Naomi's lips hovered just millimeters from Alex's. He nodded. Pausing, he watched her hand snake into his jeans to retrieve his throbbing cock. "You like this, Juan?" Juan popped the nipple out of his mouth and continued trailing kisses down Alex's stomach. Intense heat raced through Alex. Then Juan's mouth sealed over the head of Alex's cock. Alex hissed in response. Juan slid more of him into his mouth, pulling him out slowly. Lifting his hips, Alex let Naomi help slide his jeans down around his calves. "Silly, you need to get rid of your shoes." Juan made sucking sounds on Alex's cock. The warmth from his mouth burned Alex's skin, made his balls draw up against his body. Juan popped the head of Alex's dick out of his mouth and gripped it with one hand. Pumping him, he flicked his tongue over the swollen head. Alex jerked his hips upward in response and focused so much on Juan's actions that he barely heard his shoes being thrown across the room. Shifting himself, he spread his legs. Juan slid in between them, reaching with one hand to cup Alex's balls. "Your cock is more beautiful than the pictures." Naomi slid beside Alex. Flicking her tongue over his earlobe, she moaned and swirled her tongue around him. A groan escaped his mouth while he clenched his fists from the pleasure that Juan was giving him. Two fingers slid between Alex's cheeks and pushed against his puckering asshole. Letting out a breath, Alex relaxed his muscles. Sensations flooded his system from Juan's mouth sucking his cock and Naomi's lips trailing fiery kisses down his neck. She took a nipple in her mouth. Alex jerked, bucking against Juan. He looked down to see Juan smiling. "You taste sweet." Their eyes met. The room began to fill with the scent of sex, musky and pungent. Alex spread himself open even further, stretching his legs out. Juan dipped his head between Alex's cheeks and licked around his asshole. Another moan came from Alex. The squishy feel of the tongue snaking around his sensitive asshole sent spasms through him. His cock quivered. Fingers tightened around his shaft. The tongue plunged inside his asshole, snaking around before pressing up against the delicate area of Alex's prostate. Fighting the urge to close his legs around Juan's head, Alex turned his concentration back to Naomi. Her mouth fell on his, crushing her lips against him. Her tongue mimicked Juan's inside Alex's mouth, tasting, exploring. Stroking his. Another hand joined Juan's on Alex's throbbing cock. The two pumped him, licked and fucked him with their tongues until his cock was slicked with precum. Juan pulled away from Alex and rose to his full height. He pulled off his tank top, exposing firm muscles and more tawny colored skin. Alex and Naomi broke from their kiss to watch the ripple of Juan's six pack when he moved or bent one way or the other. A hand reached for his shorts and undid the snap. The shorts fell to the ground in a pool around Juan's feet. Stepping out of them, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself. "Do you want to feel me?" Alex could only nod. Naomi bent down and took Alex's cock in her mouth. Breath caught in his throat from Naomi's hot lips gripping him. He dug his fingers in her hair and massaged her scalp while enjoying the feel of her wet heat over his rock hard erection. Naomi stretched out over the couch so that she lay across Alex's lap while sucking him off. Juan stepped forward. Alex leaned, mouth open and salivating. He put his lips around the bulbous head of Juan's prick. He tasted just as dusty as Alex imagined. Silky and soft, brown and thick with a reddish head, Juan's cut cock was more than a mouthful for Alex. Taking the man in deeper, he wondered how he would feel buried in his ass. Juan gave a nudge with his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Alex's mouth. Alex coughed around the thickness in his mouth, but let his jaw relax. With one hand, he cupped Juan's balls and tugged. Juan groaned in response. Naomi hummed on Alex's cock. Vibrations buzzed along Alex's shaft that went straight to his balls. His fingers tugged Naomi's hair. She slurped and licked up and down his rod with eagerness that had him panting even as he took more of Juan's cock in his mouth. Juan set a hand on his hip and another at the back of Alex's head. He began pumping into Alex's mouth. "You're so hot Alex. So. Fucking. Hot." Alex groaned, tugging harder on Juan's balls. Something cold pressed against his asshole. He peered down to see Naomi and found her fingers working slick lubricant into his asshole. Her nails brushed against the tender skin with ease. She inserted a third finger. Letting out a sigh, Alex scooted his ass towards the edge of the couch to give Naomi better access. Sliding her fingers in deeper, she worked him while she sucked him. Grunting, Alex rolled his tongue around Juan's shaft. He flicked it over the thick head, tasting deliciously salty precum. He pumped the man with his mouth more, hoping for more to swallow. Juan didn't disappoint. Jerking his hips into Alex's mouth, he bucked and swore in his native tongue before pulling away from Alex. Hair matted his sweat covered brow. He ran a hand through his curls, brushing them back from his face. Alex read the desire loud and clear in Juan. He turned to see Naomi playing with a trail of precum from the tip of Alex's cock. Licking her fingers, she smacked her lips together. "I love this stuff And he's right, you taste sweet." Alex chuckled but stopped short when the head of Juan's cock bumped against his asshole. Naomi moved back just a few inches and grabbed a beer off the table beside the couch. She took a sip and set the bottle down. "This is going to be fun, Alex. Just like you wanted." Alex shot her a wry grin. Squatting down, Juan took his hard cock and rubbed it around Alex's asshole, smearing it with his own precum. Naomi handed him a condom. Her voice dropped a few notches. "We'll look at bareback as an option once this becomes a regular thing." Standing upright, Juan wiped a hand across his brow. Taking the foil packet, he tore it open and sheathed himself. Pumping his dick faster, he squatted down, gently pushing the head of his cock into Alex's asshole. Alex clutched his cheeks and spread himself open. Looking down the line of his body to see his throbbing cock hot and heavy while the other man worked himself inside was a hot sight! Naomi nudged Alex, biting at his lower lip. He groaned into her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She continued kissing, playing with his mouth with her tongue. Suckling her lips, tongue, he bit at her chin. Slowly, pleasurable pain raced through his body. His cock hardened even more, becoming a painful throbbing that needed to be buried inside Naomi's mouth. Juan sank his steel hard shaft into Alex with a grunt. "Balls deep. And you're so damn tight!" Slowly, he withdrew and plunged in once again. The slickness of Alex's asshole helped him to accommodate Juan's girth. The man's balls slapped gently against Alex's asshole, stimulating him. Pleasure built a spiral deep within Alex's stomach. Juan gripped his cock and pumped him a few times, sending more waves of ecstasy throughout his body. "Let me," Naomi took Alex's cock and sank it between her lips. Sucking hard, fast, she took all of him in, swirling her tongue around his shaft and head while keeping her eyes fixed on Alex's. Alex shifted, squeezing the thick prick within his ass when Juan withdrew. Both men grunted in unison while Juan began to rhythmically stroke in and out. Gripping Alex's thighs, he spread them farther apart and pushed himself in deeper. The feel of his cock brushing against his prostate made Alex almost see stars. Naomi moved out of the way. Sitting upright, she trailed a finger down Alex's cheek. Narrowing her eyes, she spoke, lowering her voice even further. "I want on that ride, Alex." He didn't have to be asked twice. Juan pulled out and stepped back. "I think the best way to do this would be if you rode Naomi and I fucked your sweet ass from behind." Alex nodded. "I can do that. Floor?" Naomi nodded. She took off her top, exposing pale creamy breasts with dusty colored erect nipples. Tossing her clothing aside, she moved to the center, shoving the coffee table aside. Lying down, she spread her legs, giving both men a clear view of plump, slick pussy lips. With one hand, she slid her hand down over her stomach until she reached her cunt. Opening her fingers, she parted her lips. "Come here Alex. Let me feel your dick inside me while Juan fucks that tight asshole of yours." She winked. Alex made his way over to her, positioning himself just above her hot cunt. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the head of his cock around her outer lips before pushing himself deep within her. Both of them groaned in delight from the sensation. Naomi wrapped her hands around his waist and held him there. The expression on her face said she was clearly savoring the moment. "Just stay here a second. Her lips caressed his shaft, squeezing him the way he'd had done with Juan a moment ago. Naomi's hands slid down the length of his back until she'd reached his ass. Gripping his ass cheeks, she pulled them apart. Looking into her eyes showed him the radiant sparkle of her emerald green eyes. His mouth fell on hers, capturing her. Breasts crushed against his chest. Hands raced to her hips. Clutching her hips, he pulled out and slammed back into her. Her yell echoed off the walls. "Oh Goddamn it! Juan, come here!" Pumping himself steadily, Juan stood behind Alex. Placing the weight of his body over Alex's, he settled his thighs wide around the twosome beneath him. Gentle to lay on top of them, he took his shaft in one hand, and ran it along the length of Alex's asshole. "Ready?" Alex clenched his teeth together in anticipation of the fat cock he was about to be fucked with. "God yes!" Juan positioned himself directly at Alex's hole. Naomi let out a breath and shifted for comfort. Alex saw lust dancing in sparkles of green in Naomi's eyes. "Are you okay, babe?" She nodded. Running a hand through Alex's hair, she pulled his mouth to hers. Juan parted Alex's cheek with one hand and slid balls deep. Both men grunted while Alex shifted his weight so that Naomi didn't have to bear the brunt of it. With a warm pussy around his dick and a hot cock filling his ass, Alex began moving slowly, rhythmically. Pushing into Naomi and against Juan brought the gentle slapping of his hung balls against Alex's ass until they'd established a pattern. Picking up speed, Alex didn't want to hold out much longer. He knew how to get Naomi off. After the numerous conversations they'd had about sex, he was sure the gentle roll of his hips would hit her just right. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the living room. She clutched his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. Fingers dug into his thighs while thrusts grew more powerful, forceful. Juan bent over Alex, kissing a line along his spine. Naomi licked a trail of fire over his neck. His breathing increased with Juan controlling the pace now. Rolling his hips harder into Naomi, he felt her cunt contract around him. His balls drew up beneath his body. The mixture of pleasure and pain from Juan's now frantic thrusting caused Alex to mimic Juan's movements while excitement spread throughout his body. His balls drew tightly. He squeezed his asshole around Juan's cock so that each time he pulled out, his cock would be milked. The trick worked. Within a few thrusts, Juan's balls were practically spanking Alex's ass before his cock shook and he shouted his release. Sweat covered, Naomi was almost there. Her musk rose and hit Alex in the face, arousing him further if that was possible. The feel of a cock pulsing in his ass made his release so much sweeter. He rolled his hips upwards one more time, slamming harder into Naomi's pussy before they climaxed in unison. She shouted his name, digging her fingernails into his flesh so hard he was probably bleeding. Alex didn't care. He shot spurt after spurt of hot come inside Naomi and only stopped just a few seconds before the feel of hot come jetting into his asshole stopped. Holding himself up, he waited a beat. Juan withdrew and collapsed onto the floor beside Naomi, panting. Alex fell on top of Naomi. Letting a hand trail over Juan's skin, he felt the other man's firm, yet sweat covered skin. His breathing had returned after another moment. Resting his head on Naomi's chest, he heard her heart thundering loudly in her chest, though it slowed down after a few minutes. Alex glanced at Juan and noted the peaceful expression on the Spaniard's face. "Happy?" Juan opened his eyes and nodded. "You?" Looking down at Naomi, Alex smiled. She returned the smile. "Yeah, we both are."