Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  Her pelvis tilted forward and almost imperceptibly rocked as Ted massaged her clit. It had never been this good before. Their combined experience and maturity promised to take them places where none of them had ever been.

  Sooner than she would have liked, Ted stopped her. “It’s time to get down to business. Butch, kneel on the sofa and bend over the arm. Pepper, I want you to help me behind him.”

  Butch immediately reacted. “Wait a damn minute! Pepper said she would get herself off where I could see her.”

  “Once I’m in, she can do whatever she wants. I thought you might like her to loosen you up rather than me.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Bend over and you’ll find out.”

  With obvious reluctance, Butch knelt on the sofa and leaned over the arm. “By the way, I’m empty. I went earlier this evening.”

  “Unless you haven’t gone in a couple of days, it isn’t a problem.”

  Butch muttered, “Maybe not for you.”

  “Relax, man. This won’t hurt, much.”

  “Ted, stop busting his chops. He’s new at this.”

  Ted chuckled. “Can’t help it. I’ve waited a long time to buttfuck our Italian stallion. I have to get a few licks in.”

  “Pepper already did. Are you going to keep me bent over like this all damn night?”

  Ted slapped Butch’s ass. “Maybe.”

  “Fuck this!” Butch started to get up. Pepper stopped him.

  “All right! Enough. Either we’re going to do this, or we’re not. Ted, stop fucking around and show me what to do.”

  Ted leaned back. “Well, Miss Pepper! Didn’t know you were a closet dominatrix. I’ll tuck that one away for future reference.”

  Butch fidgeted. “Pepper, I wouldn’t be frigging doing this if you hadn’t asked me to. Tell Rembrandt he’d better stick it in PDQ, or I’m outta here.”

  “I think he heard you, Butch.”

  “Before I ‘stick it in,’ I want Pepper to help you relax.” Ted picked up a tube of lubricant. “Pepper, are you squeamish about sticking your finger in Butch’s asshole?”

  “Nope. I think I might like it.”

  “Hold out your hand.”

  Ted squirted a clear gel across her fingertips. “Smear that on your fingers. We’ll start slow. Use your pinky first. Be careful of your fingernails.”

  “I keep them short, but I’ll be careful.” Pepper had no qualms at all about stretching Butch. In fact, it made her feel included in a way she hadn’t expected. She carefully probed between Butch’s ass cheeks until she found his anus. Her pinky slipped in easily.

  Butch grunted and then gripped her finger with his sphincter muscles. “He’s tightening up, Ted. What do I do?”

  “Nothing. Give him a few seconds to get used to it. When you feel him relax, put in your index finger, wait a minute or two, and then put in two fingers.”

  Pepper did as Ted told her. When she swapped her index finger for her pinky, Butch forcefully pushed backward. Pepper held her ground, bracing herself with her other hand against his ass cheeks.

  “How’s he doing?”

  “His asshole is tight as a nut on a bolt.”

  “Butch, try to relax.”

  “I’m fucking working on it, all right?” The tension in his voice couldn’t be missed.

  “Pepper, switch with me. I’ll do the finger stretching, you massage his cheeks. That usually works.”

  Pepper pulled her finger out. Butch’s T-shirt lay crumpled on the floor. She picked it up and wiped her hand. “You may have to throw this shirt out. It’s really gross.” She tucked the shirt under Butch, to protect the sofa.

  Butch lowered his head between his forearms in utter frustration. “Jesus fucking Christ! I have my ass in the air about to get plugged, and you’re worried about my frigging shirt and cum on the couch?”

  Pepper stifled a giggle, knowing that would make matters worse. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his bum. “Now, now, Mr. Lorenzo. You’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?”

  “Yeah, right. I’m relaxed.”

  “Not yet, but you will be.”

  Before massaging his buttocks, Pepper kissed his neck and then slowly worked her way down his spine. Butch shivered when she licked his tailbone. She glanced at Ted. He gave her a thumbs-up. While she licked and kissed Butch’s rump, Ted slicked up his hand. He pushed his middle finger into Butch’s ass. Butch lurched and groaned.

  Ted finger-fucked Butch’s asshole, slowly moving his finger in and out. Pepper took her cue from Ted and kneaded the hard flesh of his butt with the same rhythm. She could actually see Butch’s back muscles soften as he relaxed. She knew Ted noticed as well, because he took the opportunity to push in a second finger.

  “Okay, buddy, I have two fingers in. How’re you doing?”

  “I’d be doing better if Pepper would come around where I can see her.”

  “Go ahead, Pepper. I can take it from here.”

  Pepper shifted her position to the end of the sofa. Butch raised his head and stared right at her chest. “Christ, your tits are good.”

  “Wanna suck on one?”

  Not waiting for an answer, she stuffed a nipple into Butch’s mouth. His tongue lapped at her like a nursing calf. He flinched again, and Pepper realized Ted now had three fingers in. Butch continued to suck her tit, and didn’t complain.

  “He’s about ready, Pepper. Pull that chair over and sit in front of him. Make sure he has a clear view of your pussy while you get yourself off.”

  Butch lifted his head, releasing Pepper’s nipple. “Rembrandt, you read my mind.”

  Pepper pulled the chair around. She saw Ted pull out his fingers and put on a condom. He squirted lubricant on his dick and on Butch’s ass. “You’ve got plenty of lube, paisan. You’re open. It should slip right in.”

  “It damn well better slip…aaaaah.” Before Butch could finish his sentence, Ted rammed his prick into his ass. The sound Butch made actually scared Pepper.

  “Christ, Ted, don’t hurt him!”

  “He’s all right, Pepper.” Ted had one foot on the floor and one on the sofa. His cock was buried in Butch’s ass. “He needs time to get used to it.”

  Through clenched teeth, Butch hissed, “You son of a bitch! I didn’t expect it.”

  “That’s the point, paisan. You would have tensed up again if I’d told you.” Ted pointed to the chair. “Pepper, you’re on. Give us a show.”

  Pepper hesitated a moment. “Butch, are you sure you’re all right?”

  “I’m friggin’ fine. Show me your pussy.”

  Pepper sat down and put a leg over each arm of the chair. Sitting spread-eagled, she slipped her fingers into her wet flesh. When she touched herself, she suddenly realized how hard her clit had become. She rubbed the hardened bump, and sighed.

  As Pepper masturbated, Ted slowly pulled his prick halfway out, and pushed it back in. Butch remained focused on Pepper. Ted humped again, this time a bit faster. Butch pushed backward, but didn’t appear to be in any pain.

  “How does that feel, Butch?”

  “Like my balls are going to bust if I don’t come soon.”

  “Once you come from a buttfuck, you’ll never want it any other way.”

  Staring directly at Pepper’s wet pussy, Butch snorted, “Don’t count on it, Rembrandt.”

  “I’m really going to fuck you now. You wanted some warning. That’s all you’re going to get.” With that, Ted humped Butch with the same ferocity he had Pepper that morning. Again, Butch made a guttural sound, but never took his eyes off Pepper,

  She rubbed herself with increasing intensity, her clit on fire with lust. Watching the two men she loved fucking took her higher than any porn movie ever could. She glanced at Ted and realized he also had his eyes glued on her.

  The heat between the three friends continued to build. It would be a photo finish to see who would climax first. The prize went to Ted. Pepper saw him grimace and bang Butch’s ass with all hi
s strength. That was enough to push Pepper over the top. She squealed and raised her ass off the chair, her pussy wide open right under Butch’s face.

  Suddenly Butch gasped for air. He raised his torso up with such force, he would have thrown Pepper off his back. Ted had the strength to hold him. With astonishing agility, Ted reached under Butch and grabbed his cock. As Butch spurted, Ted pumped him, milking him dry.

  Butch collapsed over the arm of the sofa, taking Ted down with him. They stayed sandwiched together back to front for several seconds before Ted had his wind back. He raised himself up, pulling his prick out of Butch. Then he flopped back onto the other side of the sofa.

  Pepper lowered her legs. Butch remained bent over the end of the sofa. He had his eyes closed. Pepper knelt in front of him and smoothed back his hair.

  “Are you all right?”

  He opened his eyes and smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine, now that you’re here.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Not exactly. Don’t tell him I said this, but I kinda liked it.”

  Ted swatted Butch’s ass. “I heard that, paisan.”

  “Next time, I plug you, Rembrandt.”

  “You’re on. I hope you give as good as you got.”

  “Better. My dick’s bigger than yours.”

  “Not by much, stud puppet.”

  Pepper leaned forward and kissed the tip of Butch’s nose. “Don’t forget to leave enough for me.”

  “Sweetheart, give us a few minutes. Maybe we’ll have one more before we go to sleep.”

  Ted stood up. “Not me, my friends. I’m ready for bed. You had me up at seven o’clock this morning. I need my beauty sleep.”

  Butch sat up. “What about you, Pepper? You sleeping in your own room tonight?”

  “It isn’t ready yet. I have to scrub everything before I make up the bed. It’s really dusty in there.”

  Butch smiled. “Good. Then you’ll sleep with me again tonight. Ted, you want to join us?”

  “No, thanks. You’ll probably hump like rabbits most of the night.” He picked up his clothes, and then turned back to Pepper. “Get me up when Butch leaves. I want to do more sketches of you tomorrow.”

  “You have sketches of Pepper?”

  “A few. I’ll show them to you sometime.” With that, Ted went upstairs to bed.

  Pepper picked up Butch’s soiled shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then she sat down beside him. “It’s late. We should go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow.”

  “Not so fast. I want to ask you something.”

  “What?”

  “Do you think we can pull this off? I mean the three of us living together and fucking our brains out?”

  “Yeah, I do. If Ted ever gets another boyfriend, that might change things. But for now, I think it could work.”

  “Know something frigging weird? So do I.”

  “Do you want to try it?”

  “I think I do. I know you and Ted do.”

  “It was his idea. It’s good of him to share his house with us.”

  “When I asked if I could move in, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Told me I could stay here as long as I wanted. I think he’s lonely.”

  “I do, too. He never did have a lot of friends. Everyone thought he was weird but us.”

  “He’s too damn smart for this place. Never did understand why he wanted to come back.”

  “It’s home, Butch. I’m back, too.”

  “But you lost your job. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”

  Pepper took a moment before she answered. The thought she had unnerved her. “Maybe that’s true. But if I had found out that you got divorced, I would have come home in a heartbeat.”

  “Why?”

  “Why do you think?” She picked up a sofa pillow from the floor and put it back in its place.

  “Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

  “Because I’m still in love with you.”

  “Even after I hurt you so much?”

  “Why do you think I’m still single? I never did find anyone else I felt this way about.”

  “We’re damn lucky we’re getting a second chance.”

  “I know. Lots of people don’t.”

  “When I left Sandy, I wondered if I would get to see you again. Never in a million years did I think you’d move in with Ted and me.”

  “Like I heard someone say in a movie once, ‘The gods are good.’”

  “Hey, you’re talking to a former altar boy at Sacred Heart. God is good.”

  “Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. By the way, have you been excommunicated yet?”

  “According to my mother, I have.”

  “She’s really not speaking to you?”

  “Nope. My dad stops by the garage to shoot the shit, but my mom won’t talk to me.” Butch chuckled. “Dad never liked Sandy. Actually asked me once how I put up with that cunt after she bitched me out over something stupid in front of him.”

  “C’mon, he used that language with you?”

  Butch grinned. “Yeah. I think he might have had a couple of beers on the way home from work. Then Sandy really pissed him off.”

  Pepper laughed. “She must have. I can’t even picture your dad being that mad.”

  “Hell, Sandy never liked going to my family’s house. She pissed off my parents more than once when she wouldn’t stay for dinner.” Butch made a fist and lightly punched the palm of his other hand. “You know, I don’t know how the hell I ended up being the bad guy in this mess.”

  “This must be hard for you, with your mom.” Pepper knew Butch had always been close to his mother. “Can’t your dad do anything?”

  “He says to give her some time with it. Dad doesn’t hold it against me. My mom, well, she’s very Catholic.”

  “There’s nothing religious about disowning your own son. I don’t care what church you go to.”

  “Look, my mom’s my mom. Maybe she’ll get over it.” He touched her cheek. “I don’t want to fight about her, or about how Catholic she is. Won’t get us anywhere.”

  “I suppose you’re right. But it isn’t fair that everyone’s blaming you.”

  “Ted’s not, and you’re not. That’s all that matters to me.”

  Pepper picked up her T-shirt and panties. “We should go to bed.”

  Not bothering to pick up his clothes, Butch took Pepper’s hand. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll see how tired we are once we’re in bed.”

  7

  A fter Butch left for the garage, Pepper went to wake up Ted. She had fallen asleep the night before while Butch felt her up. They had done the nasty again this morning, and then showered together. Before Butch left for work, he gave her a long, wet, and wonderful good-bye kiss.

  Pepper knocked on Ted’s door. No response. She knocked again, a little louder. Still nothing. When she cracked the door open, she saw Ted sprawled across his bed, without a stitch on, sound asleep.

  Not knowing quite what to do, she went in and stood beside the bed. Ted had an erection, a mouthwatering one. She figured she knew one way to wake him up.

  Being careful not to jostle him, Pepper leaned over the bed and gingerly lifted his erect prick. Ted didn’t stir. After admiring his endowment for a moment, she carefully encircled it with her mouth.

  Ted shifted and murmured, “Oh, yeah, that’s good.” He still seemed to be asleep. She continued to gently lick him. Suddenly, he jolted awake and shouted, “What the fuck!”

  Pepper lifted her head and sweetly said, “Good morning, Theodore.”

  “Pepper! I thought I was dreaming.”

  Pepper pumped his prick with her hand. “Not a bad dream, I hope?”

  Ted lay back as Pepper continued to jack him. “Oh, no, sweet Pepper, definitely not a bad dream.”

  “I didn’t know how to wake you up. I thought blowing you might do the trick. It worked.”

  “Blow me some more. No one gives head like you do.”

  Happy to oblige, Pepper crawled onto t
he bed. “I haven’t had any breakfast yet. At least I’ll get some protein.”

  Pepper enjoyed giving blow jobs. She always had. Ted had taught her early on the gay way, as he called it. The guys she had dated in Pittsburgh always asked how she had learned to give head like a pro. She refrained from telling them her gay boyfriend had given her personal lessons.

  Ted writhed on the bed as she sucked with increasing forcefulness. She knew he liked it rougher than Butch, and told her more than once to show no mercy. She didn’t. He tried to pull back against the suction, and she wouldn’t let him. With the same sucking motion she used when drinking a thick milkshake, she pulled on his prick.

  Suddenly her mouth filled with liquid and she automatically swallowed. Ted moaned and spurted again, and she swallowed that, too. The third time didn’t produce much liquid. Then he settled down.

  Pepper crawled up beside him, and put her head next to his on the pillow. “Are you awake yet?”

  “I’m awake, and your breath smells like cum.”

  “S’pose I should go use some mouthwash, huh?”

  “Not before I taste it.” Ted pulled Pepper on top of him, and kissed her. He licked her teeth, and then pushed his tongue further into her mouth. Pepper humped his bare leg.

  Ted pushed her onto the bed and rolled on top of her. “Horny today, are we?”

  Pepper ran her fingers through Ted’s hair. “I didn’t get off again this morning. Butch had to leave.”

  Ted teased her. “I don’t know, Pepper. You may be too much woman for the two of us to handle.”

  “Then, I’ll do what I did in Pittsburgh. I’ll pick up somebody.”

  “Is that really what you did?”

  “Sometimes. I dated a few guys from the bank, too.”

  “Was it enough?”

  “No.”

  “So, what did you do?”

  “Played with myself, mostly. You know, her right hand is a girl’s best friend.”

  “A guy’s, too. That’s what Butch and I’ve been doing.”

  “Pretty shitty, huh?”

  “Yup. Nice to know there’s a break in the clouds.”

  “You can say that again.”

  Ted sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to shower. We’ll eat, and then get to work.”