Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  He could always go and get some if not.

  Steve was just so fucking cute. The sudden admiration that glowed in his brown, dark-lashed eyes was enough to turn her on, big-time, but it wasn’t as if she had never noticed how gorgeous Steve Karan was. She had just been too busy to do anything about it, what with getting a home-based business off to a solid start and donning baggy sweats every damn day to work nonstop.

  But opening that white box with a flick of her fingernail changed everything. The shoplifters were behind bars and it was meant to be. If a magic dress got dropped on your doorstep, you couldn’t say no. Nancy ran her hands over her velvety hips. “I said, is there time on the meter?” She ran her hands up her torso and lightly cupped her breasts. Steve clenched the back of the chair for support.

  “Guh,” was all he said. “Go. I mean, I’ll go see.” He thrust a hand into his pocket, not taking his eyes off her as he rushed for the door, jingling the coins in his pocket and, she suspected, forcing his erection down.

  Nancy nodded, giving him a glistening red come-back-soon smile. Steve focused on that for a split second, stopped, then grinned in response. “I don’t believe this.”

  Nancy murmured a barely audible, “Believe it,” then picked up the cat and tickled him under the chin. Lump stretched out his neck, purring blissfully as she rubbed the sensitive spot with long strokes in one direction, completely focused on the animal’s pleasure. Steve took in the sight, then ran through the open door, not shutting it behind him.

  “Guess what, Lumpkin,” she cooed. “I’m going to get laid. And you’re going to get locked in the living room. Is that okay with you?”

  The uncomprehending cat seemed to agree. He was a fool for a good chin rub. Nancy carried him down the hall to the living room, grateful for once that the rooms in her ancient apartment building had doors that opened into the halls, awkward as the arrangement was. She didn’t want Lump pouncing on Steve’s ass once he got naked and got on top of her.

  Cooing to the cat, giving him one last head scratch, she set him down inside the living room and closed the door. Then she walked back to the kitchen, hearing Steve thunder up the stairs and almost colliding with him when he burst back in.

  “Easy. Calm down,” she said, patting his chest. He was breathing hard.

  “Fed the meter. So—this is for real, right? You want me to jump you—believe me, I want to—oh, Jesus, Nancy. I thought you’d like the dress, but not this much.”

  She looked at him wide-eyed. “Don’t tell me you bought it for me. Was that story about the shoplifters for real?”

  “Yeah.” Unable to resist touching her, he ran his hands over her shoulders and down her bare arms. “It’s kind of a long story, though. Tell you later, okay?”

  “Tell me now.”

  His hands moved around her waist. “I just wanted to give you something. But I didn’t know if you’d like the dress.”

  “I like the dress.” She put her arms around his neck, not quite believing what he was saying but loving his confusion and his arousal.

  “You’re so sexy, Nancy. Even in those goddamn sweats. Last few months, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  “That’s sweet,” she said softly. Feeling wanton and womanly, she pressed her body ever so subtly against his, as if the dress had possessed her. Until she’d slid it on over her bare body, Nancy did not do wanton, did not think of herself as a temptress, and did not, as a rule, coo. Steve’s hands held her tighter, keeping her exactly where she was and not letting her get a millimeter closer.

  “So, uh, anyway, I was talking to the manager, Mr. Grateful—”

  Nancy looked at him sideways. “Is that really his name?”

  “No. But it’ll do for now. Anyway, I was talking to him at Racks after we broke the ring, and his assistant happened to have the catalog at the page with the dress and I—”

  Nancy put a finger over his lips. “I get the idea. You don’t want to be accused of graft. Municipal corruption marches on. Kiss me.”

  His sensual mouth opened and then…he didn’t do anything. “Good as you look,” he began nervously, still holding her around the waist, “and I do mean good enough to eat—can you lose the lipstick? I can’t show up at the precinct with smooch marks all over my face, grinning like a fool.”

  “I like that picture,” Nancy said, smiling and letting her hips move a little from side to side. Steve drew in his breath and let it out very slowly. His body reacted. If she wanted to, she could reach out a hand and touch his jeans-cupped balls. Did he wear boxers? Or briefs? Or nothing? There was only one way to find out.

  She kept one arm around his neck and moved the other one, stroking the soft denim that covered his thigh and sliding up. She was pretty sure he wore boxers. Light and soft.

  Imagining pulling them down and seeing his big cock jut out made her instantly hot. But she withdrew her hand and patted his face. “Sure. No problem.” Nancy went to the sink and got a paper towel, getting most of the lipstick off, then ran another paper towel under the hot water and blotted her mouth with it. Between the removed lipstick and the rubbing, her mouth was tender. She turned to him but Steve covered the distance between them in two big steps, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with a raw, turbocharged hunger. His hands ran over her hips and behind, feeling her there with passionate intensity. “No panties, huh? All right.”

  He backed her up against the kitchen counter and kissed her again, a little more gently this time, exploring her mouth with his tongue and nipping her lower lip. One big hand pushed her blond hair out of the way and he moved to her neck, planting small kisses on the sensitive skin there, going down and then up again to take a sexy little munch on her earlobe.

  Good thing she didn’t have diamond earrings on, Nancy thought dreamily. God, he could do this to her forever and she wouldn’t mind.

  He pulled back, looking down at her with fierce desire. “Okay, hot stuff. There’s another part of you I want to taste. Ready for it?”

  Without waiting for an answer, Steve lifted her up and set her on the counter, settling her butt on the black velvet so her skin didn’t touch the counter but pushing the front of the dress up. He clasped her ankles and spread her bare legs. Nancy braced herself on her hands and leaned back, watching him grab a chair and set it where he wanted it, right in front of her. He sat down and looked at her pussy for a long, satisfying moment. Not touching. Just looking.

  Nancy relaxed, feeling giddy, happy to be so shameless, so in the moment. She knew from the way he kissed that he would treat her pussy with just the same delicious mix of mostly tenderness and a bit of roughness. Looking at his mouth, the slight smile that curved it, and the sensuality of his downcast look heightened the anticipation of the sexual pleasure to come.

  When he began to stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, still enjoying his intimate look at her, not glancing up, Nancy closed her eyes. She could just feel his breath on her pussy, warm and soft, but not that close. She knew he was observing her body’s involuntary arousal, getting off on looking at her labia, swollen and slick, turning a deep pink. His strong, caressing hands warmed her thighs and kept her from trembling.

  But Steve still didn’t touch or lick her pussy, just kept stroking. Then he moved his hand to the skin under her navel, stroking her there in a sensual semicircle that made her arch and push her pussy closer to his face. He dropped a kiss on the springy curls but kept his hand where it was, pushing against her womanly belly with a rhythm that she knew instinctively was natural to him—and how he would fuck her when he got around to that.

  For now, she was too into what he was doing to move. The waiting between his caresses only intensified the sensation of his hands moving over her flesh—then watching him look at his fill at the succulent pussy he’d wanted for so long—both were erotic to the max.

  Steve took his sweet time about loving her, and he did it right.

  He scooted forward in the chair and rested his head on he
r thigh. Just close enough to dart out his tongue and flick it over her swollen little clit.

  Nancy dropped her head back and moaned, wriggling her buttocks an inch or so closer. Steve grabbed her thighs and buried his face in her pussy, licking her labia and sucking her clit into his mouth as gently as if it were a nipple. Bingo, she thought. Oh, Jesus. This was better than anything.

  Except maybe two guys. Jack Ginnis came to mind. Don’t be greedy, she told herself.

  Steve slid a finger into her juicy pussy and held it there while he kept sucking her clit. She could feel herself begin to pulse around his finger. A few seconds later, Steve took his mouth away. He rested his head on her thigh again, just breathing on her clit, letting her sexual excitement subside. A move, Nancy knew, that would only make her come harder.

  That seemed to be something he wanted to have happen. He didn’t say a word but the skillful way he handled her made her smile inwardly, wondering without jealousy what woman had taught him that.

  Probably an older one. He must have been a willing student and he had obviously paid worshipful attention to his much more experienced lover.

  The thought of Steve as a strapping eighteen-year-old, naked and stiff-cocked, spurting a little cum that he couldn’t control, made Nancy shiver with sexual excitement. She could imagine him kneeling between the legs of a woman who was as wild for him then as Nancy was right now, licking his first lover tentatively, then with sensual boldness.

  Sitting in front of her as he was, fully dressed, only made the fantasy that much more vivid. Nancy moaned and messed up his thick hair with rough strokes, supporting herself with just one hand as he began to push his tongue between her labia, spreading them open to get deeper inside. His tongue was as long and as strong as the rest of him, and it felt a lot like a cock.

  She imagined him again as a neophyte, and what he had looked like from behind, ass up and muscular thighs tensed as he went down between a woman’s legs, his balls tight to his lean body and his buttocks shaking from trying to control his imminent ejaculation. Another woman floated into Nancy’s fantasy, also older than the youthful Steve, one who reached between his legs to stroke his balls and reached around to clasp his hugely erect young cock with an oiled hand, pumping him until he sprayed helplessly, moaning against the pussy of the woman he was pleasuring with his mouth.

  Nancy gasped and pushed Steve’s head away. Even though he was staying away from her clit while he licked, her visualizing a trio like that was just too intense.

  “What?” he said softly, wiping his mouth. He stood up and put his hands on either side of her, kissing the creamy skin of her breasts, pleasurably compressed by the fitted bodice of the black velvet dress. “Hmm,” he murmured. “I’ve been neglecting these.” He pulled out one breast and then the other, resting them on the soft upper edge of the bodice so they overflowed it and the nipples stuck out. “Hot. I love the way your tits look like that. Really stacked. Ready to be sucked, too.”

  But he kissed her mouth first, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. He tugged a little harder at them when he broke the kiss, pushing her tits together and getting his tongue into her cleavage.

  Nancy began to sweat. He licked up every drop. “Sexy. You taste so good. Sweet here—” he stuck a finger into her pussy “—and salty here.” He licked between her breasts again but he didn’t take his finger out.

  She shifted on the counter, pressing her thighs around his chest. With one swift move, Steve picked her up, getting an arm under her ass and supporting her upper body with the other one.

  She clung to him, not caring about the tangled dress, not caring about anything but enjoying herself with a hot guy in this abandoned way. His clean shirt was going to smell like pussy but she couldn’t help that. He’d wanted to pick her up, let her squeeze him with her thighs to help him carry her—for a guy like Steve, a pussy print was probably a badge of honor.

  With her arms twined around his neck, he toted her down the hall. “Which way to heaven?” He kicked open the partially closed door to the bedroom when she breathed, “That way,” in his ear.

  Steve set her down on the bed with a bounce and didn’t waste any time getting his sneakers off. “Gotta love speed laces.” He grinned at her and tossed the sneakers aside. Then he flicked his belt open and shoved down his jeans and boxers all in one go. Just as she’d imagined it, his cock sprang out from thick, dark, curling hair. He got his balls where he wanted them with a fast motion but he was too aroused for them to hang down.

  Later for that, Nancy thought with pleasure. She planned to cup them after he shot his load, enjoy their spent softness—but by the looks of him now, the condom tip was going to be full to bursting with his cum.

  “Dress on or off?” she asked softly.

  He stood by the bed, towering over her, one hand just brushing the outside of his thigh and one resting loosely on his lean hip. The pose made him look like an incredibly sexy Greek statue of an athlete in his physical prime.

  But oh God, was he alive. The veins in his cock pulsed as he looked at her sprawled on the bed, and it bobbed a little, then got stiffer, rising smack up against his tautly muscled belly. He took himself in hand, stroking his cock to the tip, watching her watch him do it. Nancy couldn’t take her eyes off that mesmerizing sight. Watching men masturbate in front of her was a really strong turn-on.

  She knew she could never handle a cock quite the way a man did his own—they were often a little rougher than she would be, paused to rest when she wouldn’t know they had to, and could squeeze the shaft just right to hold back on ejaculating—or to make it spurt in long streams, showing off, coming with fierce male pride. And the way a man touched his own balls, strong fingers cradling both while the other hand jacked off his hot cock—that just did her in.

  And wouldn’t it be nice to watch two guys do that just for her viewing pleasure? Not gay guys, just super-horny straight ones who were willing to set aside their natural male competitiveness and, uh, worship her simultaneously.

  Nancy loved to have a man come on her body: on her breasts, or straddling her waist to give her a pearly necklace, or on top of her, rubbing on her belly until he ejaculated; or even thrusting between her clasped thighs while she lay on her back or on her front, pounding her until he exploded wetly all over the sheets beneath.

  But right now…she didn’t know what Steve wanted her to do. He had amazing self-control, that was clear.

  “Dress on,” he said at last. “Tits out and on display. And get on all fours.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said mockingly, but she was willing to play along. Steve going alpha was intriguing. Her pussy began to pulse again as she flipped over to get on her hands and knees. The dress slid down over her bare ass and she reached around to lift it up again.

  He stopped her with one big hand. “Let me have the pleasure of pulling it up.”

  Nancy looked up at him through her tousled hair, smiling. “All right.”

  Before he did that, he sat down on the edge of the bed, fondling her tits, filling his hands with them, even slapping them lightly just for the hell of it. Nancy relished the way he did it, enjoyed the feel of her breasts bumping and swaying, and his hands brushing over the sensitized, sucked nipples as he slapped and fondled them gently. To be on all fours for amorous tit play that was mostly tender and a little rough felt very natural and deeply female. Having her bottom bared while he did it would feel even better—a touch of submissiveness always got her more excited than she wanted to admit.

  But he had asked for that pleasure and she wasn’t going to deny it to him, not in so many words. All the same, she could use her body to let him know that she was ready for that, too. Nancy wriggled her velvet-draped haunches and pushed against his side.

  Steve chuckled a little and increased his stimulating slaps. “Want me to do that to your ass?” he murmured.

  “Maybe,” she said softly, not looking him in the eye.

  “I think you should put on some pan
ties,” he said. “Just so I can pull them down after I lift up your dress. Pretty ones.”

  Nancy rose up and sat back on her haunches. Steve seized the opportunity to suckle her nipples and kiss her breasts. She pulled the black velvet dress down a little and straightened the twisted middle, then got up, so turned on that she stumbled a little. She went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer, bending way over. “I keep the pretty panties in here. Don’t wear them often. Hey, these even match.” She pulled out a pair made of black stretch lace. “Skimpy enough for you?” She waved them at Steve.

  His hard-on got harder. “Put ’em on,” he growled.

  Nancy flipped up the skirt of the dress and swathed the material around her middle, leaning back against the dresser to hold it there and balance herself. She leaned forward, letting her breasts spill out, stepping a little awkwardly into the stretchy panties she held spread between her fingers, pulling them up over her calves and thighs with deliberate slowness. He watched her intently. She let the dress fall back down and walked to him.

  Steve grabbed her hips when she reached the bed and pressed kiss after kiss against her pussy, hidden by the dress. “I don’t know which is more sexy,” he said in a low voice. “Seeing it or not seeing it.”

  “Up to you, lover. I think I need to have you take charge for a little while. You know what I want.” She stroked his hair as he looked up at her for a few seconds, then rested his cheek on the beautiful dress that made her feel so feminine and so desired.

  “All fours is what I want.” He gave her a slap on the butt. “Do it. But keep yourself covered.”

  Nancy eased down, giving in to his unspoken request for a long, hot kiss on the way to the next stage. Then he put her away from him, letting her get on hands and knees, waiting for him to lift her dress.

  He kneeled behind her, sliding the sensuously soft fabric over the backs of her thighs, lifting the dress inch by inch until she felt the material slide up and over her lace-clad buttocks. Steve draped it around her waist, then began to pull down her panties.