Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  “It sure as hell did.” Butch unzipped her jeans and tugged them down over her hips. Her panties came down with them. “Oh, yeah, baby! Your pussy is sweet!”

  Butch knelt in front of her. Ted continued to hold her as Butch tickled her labia with his finger. “You’re fucking wet, Pepper. You want it as much as we do.”

  He buried his head between her legs. When the tip of his tongue touched her clitoris, Pepper thought she would pass out. The sensation made her so dizzy, she went limp against Ted. Neither Butch nor Ted slowed down. In fact, Ted bumped harder against her bum as Butch licked and sucked her clit.

  Pepper managed to whisper, “Ted?”

  He kissed her neck before he whispered back, “What, Pepper?”

  “Let’s fuck.”

  “Butch, Pepper says she’s ready to fuck. Do you think she’s ready?”

  Butch raised his head. “Hell, yes! She’s soaking wet.”

  “All right, Pepper. Listen carefully. I’m going to strip and lie down on the bed. You need to take off all your clothes, and then bend over. Butch will fuck you from behind while you blow me, just like we used to do.”

  Butch pulled off his T-shirt, and then took off his jeans and underwear. “Need some help, Pepper?” While Ted still had his arm around her, Butch pulled Pepper’s jeans and panties completely off. She stood in front of him, naked from the waist down. “Let her go, Ted. I’ve got her.”

  When Ted released her, Butch pulled her against his chest. Pepper had dreamed of this so many times, and never thought it would happen again. But it was happening. She rubbed against Butch’s hard cock, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

  “I’m going to.” Then Butch kissed her. She had never felt such intense passion from him before. This wasn’t the kiss of an adolescent boy, but of a mature, and hungry, man.

  She returned the kiss with equal intensity. Ten years of longing and loneliness bubbled to the surface and boiled over. Pepper raked her fingernails across Butch’s back. She didn’t care that she probably left visible marks, and may have actually broken the skin.

  Butch stepped back, and took a deep breath. “Christ, Pepper, you’re hotter now than you were before.”

  “So are you.”

  “Are you steady enough to bend over and do Ted?”

  “I am if you do me when I bend over.”

  “You can count on it, sweetheart.”

  Pepper took off her shirt. When she turned, she saw Ted lying naked on the bed. He had been watching her with Butch, and masturbating. “You’ve gotten kinky in your old age, haven’t you?”

  “I’m a painter. Art comes from voyeurism. You didn’t know that?”

  “I do now.” Pepper knelt on the bed, bent over, and gripped the base of his cock. Ted grunted. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

  “Only in a good way. Lick it, Pepper. Make me come.”

  Pepper felt Butch put his hands on her hips. “One thing you’ll soon find out about Teddy boy, here, Pepper. He’s turned into an ornery son of a bitch.”

  “Not that you ever did, paisan.” Ted slid down closer to the edge of the bed, so Pepper could easily bend over and suck him. “Wait until Pepper sees the porn DVDs you have. We’ll see who wins the blue ribbon.”

  While Butch and Ted insulted one another, Pepper studied Ted’s cock. It had swollen bigger than she remembered from before, the veins ropy and purple. The tip had also become reddish purple, with small, clear drops of liquid oozing from the tip.

  As she lowered her head to take him into her mouth, she could smell his familiar male musk. She knew his scent. It hadn’t changed in all these years.

  Butch waited until she had Ted’s prick in her mouth before he made his move. “Spread your legs wider, Pepper, and push your ass up in the air.”

  Pepper opened her legs wider and arched her back. She felt Butch press the tip of his prick against her pussy. With excruciating slowness, he pushed his length into her. She held Ted in her mouth while Butch entered her. It surprised her to hear Ted snarl, “Christ, Butch, fuck her already. I want to watch you pound her.”

  “Rembrandt, she’s gonna’ remember this fuck for a long time.”

  Pepper had a split second to brace herself before Butch’s assault started. He held her hips and hammered her. She sucked and licked Ted’s cock with the same ferocity. Years of pent-up frustration exploded as the three friends once again loved each other.

  Ted finished first. He grabbed her hair and snarled, “Fuck, yes, I’m coming! Swallow it, Pepper, swallow all of it.”

  And swallow she did. She had to, or she would have choked. Butch continued to bang her while she sucked the last drops of cum from Ted’s prick. Once Ted had settled, Pepper raised her head. “Ted, rub my clit, I need to come.”

  Butch growled, “Yeah, and do her tits, too. Make her come while I fuck her.”

  Ted crawled out from under Pepper and knelt beside her. He reached under her and fondled her tits with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.

  Pepper squealed as the two men worked her. Butch thumped her like a bull breeding a heifer. Ted masturbated her with forceful finesse, rubbing her clit hard, but using only two fingers. He remembered to concentrate on the hard center.

  The blinding flash came when Ted pinched her nipple. He squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger. She started to shake and nearly fell face-first onto the bed. Ted caught her and held her up while her whole body twitched in orgasmic release.

  Suddenly Butch yelled, “Jesus Christ! Yes!” If Ted hadn’t been supporting her, the force of Butch’s ejaculation would have knocked her down. He banged into her at least half a dozen times before he finally slowed. Even then, he continued to move in and out of her for several more seconds before he stopped.

  Ted still held Pepper. He waited until Butch pulled out before he moved. Then he lowered her to the bed, so she could rest. Butch flopped down on the bed beside her. Ted reached down on the floor and grabbed the quilt. He threw it over Butch and Pepper, turned out the light, and then settled in beside them.

  3

  B utch’s clock radio snapped on at seven. Pepper bolted upright when she heard “We Will Rock You” blasting from the speaker on the nightstand. Butch threw the quilt off and jumped out of bed to turn it off.

  Ted still seemed to be asleep beside her. “That damn thing scared the piss out of me. How can he still be sleeping?”

  “He’s never up when I go to work. He says he’s not a morning person. Remember how he used to get detention so often for coming to school late?”

  “Yeah, I remember.”

  Butch stood beside the bed, naked. Pepper couldn’t help admiring him. He still had a brick-shithouse body, toned and tan. The dark hair on his head also covered his chest. She followed the trail of hair down to his groin. She forced herself not to stare at the erection dangling there. “When do you open the garage?”

  “At eight. How about a quickie before I shower?”

  “Ted’s still asleep.”

  Butch swatted Ted’s foot. “Hey, Rembrandt, wake up. I’m gonna’ fuck Pepper. Wanna’ watch?”

  Ted muttered, “Fuck you, too.” He rolled onto his side, and pulled the quilt up around his neck.

  “Guess he’s not interested this time.” Butch crawled back on the bed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Aren’t we going to fuck?”

  “Yes, but here? Shouldn’t we go downstairs to the sofa? Ted is asleep.”

  “So? If the son of a bitch wakes up, he can join us.”

  “You haven’t changed much, have you?”

  “Yes and no. Maybe we’ll talk about it sometime. Right now, I want some pussy before I go to work.”

  Butch never had been a poetry-and-flowers sort of lover. When he wanted to fuck, he would just come right out and say so. Pepper liked that about him. She never had to worry about what he might be thinking. He always told her flat out.

  Butch
rolled on top of her, supporting himself on his forearms. She squeezed his biceps. They were hard as cement. “Damn, Butch, your body is solid muscle. You haven’t put on any weight, have you?”

  “I sweat it off at the garage, which is where I have to be soon.”

  Pepper opened her legs wide, bumping Ted with her foot. He didn’t stir. Butch reached between her legs and positioned his prick between them. Just before he entered her, he whispered, “Pepper, I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”

  The shock of his cock suddenly penetrating her kept her from crying. But the impact of his words shook her deeply. It took years before she finally managed to talk herself out of loving him. Now, he lay on top of her again. They were making love like they had loved before. And he still cared for her. She couldn’t believe it.

  With each thrust, she tried not to make any sound, but she couldn’t help it. Butch didn’t even try to be quiet. He grunted with each stroke. She knew he had to leave soon, and couldn’t take his time with her. He needed to get off, and she did what she could to help him.

  She lifted her legs and bent her knees, so he could ride her deeper. He did. The rhythm shifted, and he pumped himself into her with increasing urgency. When his orgasm hit, his whole body shook with the force of it, rocking the bed. Pepper knew Ted had to be awake. No one could have slept through that.

  Butch collapsed on top of her, winded. Pepper stroked his hair, and gave him time to recover. When he had enough breath to speak, he asked, “Can you see what time it is?”

  Ted answered. “It’s seven-thirty.”

  “You dickhead! How long have you been awake?”

  “Since your clock went off. ‘We Will Rock You’ seems like it was a good one to start your day.”

  “You’re a fuckin’ pervert! I hope you got off on that.”

  “I have one hell of a woody right now. Maybe Pepper will give me a hand job while you shower.”

  “Have at it. I gotta go to work.” Butch crawled out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes. Then he headed to the bathroom.

  Ted rolled over and put his arm around Pepper. “How are you this morning?”

  “I’m all right.”

  “Did you finish just now?”

  “No. I need more fooling around before the fucking to get there. There wasn’t time.”

  “I have time.”

  “You are a pervert, aren’t you?”

  “No, just kinky. I march to my own drummer. Always did. You know that.”

  Pepper reached between them and fondled his balls. “I’ll do you if you do me. I’m kinky, too.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  Much to Pepper’s surprise, not only did Ted slip his fingers between her legs so he could rub her clit, he leaned over and kissed her breasts. Pepper wrapped her fingers around his cock, and slowly started to jack him. Ted stopped her.

  “Wait a minute. I want some lube.” Pepper gasped as Ted palmed her vulva, coating his hand with a combination of her juice and Butch’s semen. Pepper released his prick, so he could make himself slick with the natural cream. “Rub your pussy and make your hand slippery.”

  Pepper used her fingers to scoop up the residue of her lovemaking with Butch from between her legs. When she again wrapped her fingers around Ted’s cock, her hand slid like they had used a stick of butter.

  Ted moaned, “Baby, that’s good!” He immediately started thrusting into her fist, the way he would using his own hand. Again he leaned down, this time sucking a nipple into his mouth. Pepper’s hips lifted from the bed as he slipped two fingers inside her.

  They lay side by side, masturbating each other. With sensitivity she had never found with anyone else, he helped her inch toward her orgasm. The nuances of her body movement did not escape him; he adjusted with her. He finger-fucked her harder as she pushed back against his hand. In the same way, she pumped faster as his thrusts became more intense.

  When the first waves of her orgasm rippled though her body, she gripped his cock hard. Ted gasped. His cock felt alive in her hand as the muscles violently contracted. Then her own climax obliterated her sense of his. She squeezed his cock again as tremors moved through her. Ted groaned, and Pepper felt hot liquid squirt onto her hand.

  Pepper had her eyes closed, and hadn’t noticed Butch standing in the door. When she heard his voice, she jumped, almost like when her mother had caught them making out on the back porch swing.

  “You two should think about doing porn. That was hotter than my movies.” He picked up his watch from the dresser. “Rembrandt, I’ll let you change the sheets this time. See you both later.” He left for the garage.

  Pepper sat up, and wrapped the sheet around herself. “Do you think he’s pissed?”

  “About what?”

  “About our being together like that.”

  “Why the hell would he be pissed? I said I wanted you to jack me off. Trust me, Pepper. If he had a problem with that, he would have said so right then and there.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure. What’s the matter? We’ve done this before. Does it bother you now?” Ted propped himself up on his elbow.

  “No, it’s not that. I just feel funny that I didn’t know he was watching. I had my eyes shut. I don’t know how much he saw.”

  “He saw you come. That’s all you need to know. He’ll be thinking about that all day. He’ll probably have to whack off in the men’s room before he comes home tonight.”

  “What time does he get home?”

  “Usually between four and five.”

  “When do you leave for the bar?”

  “Same time, between four and five.”

  “Do you guys ever see each other?”

  “Sure we do. Butch doesn’t work every day, and neither do I.” “Speaking of work, do you want me to start at the bar today? You can get me going on the accounting. Maybe I can help you with ordering and paying the bills, or if you need someone on the floor, I can do that today.”

  “Whoa, Pepper, slow down! Buck’s isn’t going anywhere. We’ll get you started in a few days. You need to settle in here. We’ll clean out the room down the hall, and see what condition the bed is in. There are so many boxes on it, I haven’t seen the mattress in a couple of years.”

  “Ted, I don’t want to sponge off you. I want to work, and pay my own way.”

  He traced his finger up her back. The tingles made her shiver. “Sweetheart, there are any number of ways for you to earn your keep. Working at the bar is only one of them.”

  Pepper eyed Ted’s groin, where another erection had started to form. “What, you really want me to blow you for my rent? I don’t mind blowing you, but I’ll still pay my fair share, thank you very much.”

  Ted grinned. “That’s good to know, but that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

  Pepper blushed, but held her ground nonetheless. “Then explain to me what you mean.”

  “I want to hire you as a model.”

  “You don’t have to pay me for that.”

  “You’ve never modeled, have you?”

  “Just those times you took pictures of me.”

  Ted unfurled the sheet Pepper had wrapped around herself. “Lie down on the bed, like you did for Butch.”

  Pepper looked at what was now a full-blown erection, and licked her lips. “Are we going to fuck?”

  “No, you’re going to pose.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m trying to show you why models get paid.” Ted pushed her back on the bed. “Open your legs a little more, and turn your head to the side.” Pepper did as he asked. “Now put your right hand on your breast and your left hand between your legs, like you’re masturbating.”

  Pepper looked at him. “You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

  “You moved. That’s not allowed. And I’m not kidding. Assume the position like I told you to.”

  Pepper did. “Now what?”

  “Now I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back in
about fifteen minutes. You’re on your honor not to move.”

  Pepper didn’t move anything but her lips. “Ted, what the fuck?”

  “You’re modeling. Instead of painting you right now, I’m going to shower. But when I do paint you, you’ll have to hold the position I put you in for longer than fifteen minutes. This is your job interview.”

  “How much do I get paid for this?”

  “See, you’re already understanding why this is a job. It’s frigging hard work to model. I’ve done enough of it to know.”

  Pepper almost turned her head to look at Ted, but stopped herself. “You’ve modeled?”

  “In art school. I posed nude for art classes. It gave me some extra cash, and got me laid more than once. If you play your cards right, it might do the same for you.”

  “Does that mean you’ll finally sleep with me?”

  “Don’t know yet. Considering you gave me a hard-on at the bar, another one last night and two this morning, I would say the odds are in your favor.”

  “Well, that’s worth marking on the calendar.”

  Ted picked his clothes up. Before he went to the bathroom he offered Pepper some advice. “I’ll give you a tip. Distract yourself. Think about something that will take your mind off how much your nose tickles. ‘A hundred bottles of beer on the wall’ always worked for me.”

  Pepper held the position, even after Ted had left the room. She knew that he meant what he said, even if he had joked about it. If he wanted her to model for him, she would. She would show him she could do it, even if her nose did itch. Actually, the intense itch between her legs bothered her more than her nose.

  She couldn’t see the clock, so she had no way of gauging how much time had passed. So, Pepper did what Ted said to do—she tried to distract herself. She thought of all the fun times she had shared with Butch and Ted. She also thought of all the other times with them, how they had fooled around together, and learned the ropes together.

  Butch always wanted to fuck. Pepper loved fucking, but she had to show Butch how a woman needs more than a dick in her pussy. Ted seemed to know that instinctively, and would often be the one to warm her up for the main course with Butch. Then, Ted would jack off watching Butch do her. Pepper didn’t mind. In fact, knowing Ted liked watching made her so hot.