by Robin Gideon
As Helen feasted on the bounty Jared had for her, Marcus stripped off his clothes furiously, discarding the clothes as though they had become objects worthy only of scorn. He stared at Helen, narcotized by her erotic beauty as she performed fellatio with the precision of a virtuoso.
Marcus looked up at Jared’s profile and said, “I shouldn’t do this. No good man should ever do this…should he?”
“Nothing will happen,” Jared replied, “unless you want it to happen.”
“Oh, no!” Marcus whimpered as he fell rather heavily, despite his slenderness, to his knees on the hard wooden floor. His right hand immediately went between thin, pale thighs to stroke a long-neglected cock. From only inches away, he watched Helen pleasuring Jared, taking him deep into her mouth. Marcus’s right hand moved feverishly as he masturbated. “It’s…it’s not fair, Helen. You’ve got Jared, and he’s ten times more than any man I’ve never known. It’s just not fair that you should keep him all to yourself.”
They were desperate words that tumbled from Marcus’s mouth without forethought or censorship. The two men he had shared his body and passion with had been horribly disappointing. Seeing Jared added precision to his desires, defining exactly what he had wanted and showing him what he had been denied.
Helen leaned away from Jared, sitting on the backs of her heels. She turned emerald-green eyes glassy with lust toward her best friend. “He’s mine,” she whispered possessively. Her right hand stroked the saliva-moistened length of Jared’s cock. “At least for now, he’s mine.”
In a pleading tone, Marcus replied, “But I’m so desperate, and he’s so beautiful.”
Helen looked deep into Marcus’s eyes and saw the utter despondency there. Despite the covetousness she felt toward Jared, she looked up into his face and asked, “Would you mind?”
“Would you mind?”
“Yes,” Helen answered with more honesty than she had intended. “But he’s my friend, and he deserves to experience ecstasy at least once in his life.” A bit dramatically since all attention was centered on her and her response to Jared’s question, Helen took him deeply into her mouth, rotating her face around the solid flesh as the crown threatened to enter her throat. After a full thirty seconds she released Jared and then turned toward her friend. “Only for you, Marcus. Only because you’re such a good friend and you deserve to know what it’s like to be with a real man.”
Scrambling to his feet, Marcus whispered, “My b–bedroom is over here.” He hurried across the room, his hard cock wobbling with his steps.
Helen got to her feet, but she kept her right hand around Jared’s shaft. “I can’t believe I’m going along with this,” she said, rising up on her tiptoes to plant a playful kiss on the point of Jared’s chin. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much.”
He chuckled. “That might be easier said than done.”
“At least try.” Helen turned and started toward the open door that Marcus had disappeared through, pulling Jared along behind her. “And if you can’t succeed, at least lie about it.”
Marcus was sitting at the edge of his full-size bed, his slender body quivering visibly, his hands folded in her lap. He appeared small and very vulnerable. He looked at Jared’s hard cock, sticking out through Helen’s fist, and whispered, “He’s sooo big.”
With a gentle, knowing smile on her lips, Helen replied, “What’s important is that he knows what to do with it.” She released the hold she had on Jared. “Like you, I was scared—to begin with.” She lifted up to her tiptoes, intentionally pressing her naked breasts to Jared’s arm as she kissed him on the cheek and said, “Make it special for him.”
Jared replied, “For you, I will.”
Helen couldn’t say for certain that she was in love with Jared or merely infatuated with the man who had saved her life and taught her how fantastic making love could feel, but when he said that, she realized that she could love him.
Helen watched as Jared put a hand to Marcus’s shoulder and eased him onto his stomach. The young man’s slender thighs parted, making room for Jared’s hips. Marcus was very slender, and with Jared over him, he seemed to nearly disappear into the mattress.
“Oh, God!” Marcus cried out, letting Helen know that Jared had penetrated him. “Easy! You’re so…” His words trailed off in a long, quivering sigh.
As Jared began pumping his hips, slowly working more and more of his erection into the slender man beneath him, Helen watched the muscles in his buttocks flexing. She wondered whether Jared preferred Marcus’s slender physique, his tight bottom—and a fresh wave of jealousy and insecurity went through her. Marcus’s soft cries of pleasure tore into Helen’s psyche. It didn’t matter that Jared wasn’t doing anything that Helen hadn’t asked him to. All that mattered was that the man she adored and whose body she craved like an addiction was giving sexual pleasure to her best friend.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God!” Marcus continued, each syllable slicing into Helen’s soul.
Helen moved more toward the headboard and said in a voice just loud enough to be heard above the creaking of the bed, “I want to see.”
Jared pushed his upper body off Marcus. Helen got down on one knee at the edge of the bed and for the first time could actually see her lover’s cock separating Marcus’s buns. He seemed very small to Helen, and Jared’s cock seemed very long and thick when he resumed pumping his hips, filling Marcus completely before making a slow and sensual retreat.
She watched as the crown of Jared’s erection eased out of Marcus, and despite the jealousy that was now coursing through her veins, she felt her pussy resume tingling. As Jared pushed into Marcus and his cock’s crown disappeared inside his welcoming body, Helen moaned softly and began fondling her own hard-nippled breasts.
Marcus’s eyes were closed, his body and soul lost in the throes of unprecedented passion and pleasure.
I remember my first time with Jared, thought Helen, fighting against the green jealousy percolating inside her. I hadn’t known anything could feel so good, so intense. Marcus has the right to know what that’s like.
“Kiss me.”
It took a moment for Helen to realize that Jared was speaking to her, his handsome face just inches from her own as she watched the undulating progress of his intoxicating phallus.
There was humor in Jared’s eyes, and for that, Helen loved him. He wanted to pleasure Marcus, but in asking for a kiss he had let Helen know that she wasn’t forgotten and that her happiness—sexual and otherwise—was important to him. She put an arm around his neck, and as he pumped his hips steadily, Helen kissed him firmly, opening her lips to thrust her tongue into Jared’s mouth.
It was a surreal experience for Helen to be kissing Jared as he thrust his magnificent cock deeply into her best friend’s ass. Not only had Helen never done anything even remotely like this before, she’d never even thought it or considered it possible. It seemed, Helen decided, that Jared inspired uninhibited behavior from Marcus as easily as he did with her.
When the long, heated kiss finally ended, Jared pulled his legs beneath him and sat back on his haunches, giving Helen an unobstructed view of Marcus’s trim, naked body and, most importantly, of where their bodies were joined. He continued rocking back and forth, working his erection in and out of Marcus as the young man whimpered softly with pleasure.
Jared gave Helen a look, and she leaned toward him, putting her ear an inch from his mouth. He whispered, “The sooner we give Marcus an orgasm, the sooner I can have my cock inside you.”
Helen’s eyes opened wide as the full magnitude of Jared’s words exploded in her chest. It was her that Jared wanted most, not Marcus! For all of Marcus’s youthful exuberance and slender charms, and even though he was a fresh conquest for Jared, he still sought out Helen for his ultimate satisfaction.
But Helen hadn’t thought through Jared’s statement completely, or her enthusiasm would perhaps have been tempered. She was caressing herself and watching Jared’s extraordinary erection movi
ng in and out of Marcus when she felt his hand at the back of her neck. He pulled her closer and once again kissed her with an intensity that took her breath away.
When the kiss finally ended, he looked into her eyes and said, “Get a washbasin, soap, and a towel.”
Helen scampered off to do as requested. When she returned, she paused at the doorway, watching from a distance the activities on the bed. It was a shocking sight to see the powerfully built Jared stretched out over the slender Marcus. His pumping hips slapped moistly against the taut cheeks of Marcus’s ass. Only then did Helen realize that each time Jared thrust full-length into Marcus, the young man ground his erection against the mattress, his cock wedged between his own body and the bed.
“Fuck,” Marcus gasped, his body almost bouncing on the bed as Jared’s indefatigable cock stretched him, filling him completely, plundering his ass. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”
Jared continued pumping his hips, crushing the young man to the bed.
“Stop,” Marcus said, his face glistening with perspiration. “No more. I can’t take any more.”
* * * *
Helen watched as Jared used the towel to wipe away the last of the soap and water from his erection. His cock had not lost any of its stature despite its arduous labors of late.
“Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” she asked, finding herself almost mesmerized by that part of her lover that she was willing to share with Marcus.
The next few minutes could not have been more joyous for Helen, nor surprised her more completely. Upon declaring himself thoroughly and completely sexually satisfied for the first time in his life, Marcus was rather indelicately tossed aside by Jared. Helen had never felt small—until that moment. Jared grabbed her and tossed her to the mattress. The bed creaked dangerously in protest, not having been designed to hold three people, and certainly not when one of the three was a big man. An instant after that, Jared was atop Helen, his chest sweaty from his labors, pressing against the naked, quivering mounds of her breasts, his lean hips sliding between her parted thighs. Without dalliance, he positioned himself and thrust, burying his entire length inside Helen in one impaling plunge.
She cried out, shocked at the sudden invasion, her body forced to accommodate his length and girth in a heartbeat. The breath rushed from her lungs, and she twined her legs around his to hold him motionless, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his back.
“Wait!” she gasped, loving the sensation of having Jared fully engulfed within her feminine embrace, but her delicate tissue stung at the abruptness with which she had been forced to accept her lover’s amazing cock.
Frozen seconds passed with Jared’s body pressing Helen down into the mattress. Finally, slowly, her lush mouth curled into a smile that was carnality itself.
“I love how I feel when your cock is inside me,” Helen whispered, looking up into Jared’s eyes before nervously glancing to the side at Marcus.
Jared kissed her mouth softly, gently, and then he, too, smiled. “I could kiss you for hours,” he said.
Helen closed her eyes, not knowing how to react to the flattering statement. Jared kissed her again then used the tip of his tongue to follow the circumference of her mouth.
“I love how it feels to have your tits against my chest, to have your legs around my hips, your pussy warming my cock.” He moved his hips a little. “It excited you to watch me fuck him, didn’t it?”
Once again, there was a long moment of silence as Helen struggled against her own inhibitions and truths about herself that she could not comfortably accept. Finally, looking straight into Jared’s eyes, she whispered, “Yes. It excited me to watch you do that do him.”
Jared began moving his hips then, easing the slick length of his hard cock into Helen slowly and smoothly, but with steadily increasing force and fury. He kissed Helen hard, almost bruising her lips as his body slapped moistly against hers. For her part, Helen was every bit as unrestrained, using her fingernails on Jared’s back and buttocks, raking his flawless flesh to urge him on harder and faster.
It was Helen who came first, the contractions powerful, her cry of ecstasy ricocheting off the walls of the narrow bedroom. Helen’s orgasm had subsided barely a moment before Jared withdrew and unleashed a torrent of sperm, leaving lines of his passion from Helen’s breasts down to her pussy.
“I’ll get you a towel,” Marcus said, openmouthed with shock at seeing for the second time the deluge of cum emitted by Jared when he erupted.
Chapter Eleven
Marcus was sleeping soundly—in fact, more soundly than ever before in his entire adult life—by the time Jared and Helen eased out of the bedroom. Helen had put on Marcus’s bathrobe, but it was sized for a very slender man, so even though she had pulled it tightly around her body, she was showing a daring amount of cleavage, and all her curves were on display beneath the cotton. Since Helen had chosen to make at least some effort at modesty, Jared thought perhaps he should do the same, though he was entirely at ease with being naked.
“That was kind of you to come with so much food,” Helen said.
Jared could tell that she was nervous. Whenever he would look away, he could feel that she was looking at him with a fond expression in her eyes. But whenever he looked at her, she always turned her gaze away.
“Just thought it might be appreciated.”
“Would you like me to make you something to eat?” She blushed, and her gaze flittered toward Jared’s for a moment. “You must be famished after all that…exercise.”
“Now that you mention it, I never did stop for supper before I came here.”
Helen seemed genuinely pleased to be cooking for Jared, and as he watched her building the fire in the stove, in the back of his mind he wondered what it would be like to have her cooking for him every day. Soon she had a cast iron pan ready and was scrambling four eggs. So enchanted was Jared as his eyes caressed Helen that he didn’t say a word. He just watched her, noticing how the too-small robe wrapped tightly around her body defined her curves, and thinking that one day he would buy her a thick, velvet robe that would give her a queenly appearance—and he alone would see her in that robe.
With a flourish, Helen transferred the scrambled eggs onto a plate, quickly cut a thick slice of bread and an equally thick slice of cheese, and placed everything in front of Jared at the table. Before she sat down herself, she found the cup he’d been drinking whiskey from, intemperately filled it to the rim with whiskey, and set that down.
“A meal fit for a king,” Jared said, tasting the eggs.
“Did I add enough salt and pepper? I’m always leery of putting too much in when cooking.”
“They’re perfect,” Jared said, and he meant it. But if they hadn’t been perfect, he would have kept that bit of information to himself. He liked the way Helen glowed when she was satisfied with her own efforts.
“Tell me what your troubles are,” Jared prodded once Helen had sat down across the table from him. “I want to know what makes a smart woman like you think that linking arms with a toad like Gregg Neilson makes sense.”
Helen looked away, but only for a few seconds. She cleared her throat nervously then said, “I’ve got a brother in a sanitarium in Denver. He needs the cool, clean air there to get well again. He’s a lunger, and if he doesn’t get the proper treatment—the treatment that he’s getting in Denver—the doctor’s say he’ll die.”
“Sanitariums cost money.”
“More than you can imagine. I work at the bank and save every penny I can, but it still is hardly enough.” She folded her hands together on the table and stared at them as she spoke. “Gregg was quite nice and gallant…at first. And when he asked me to marry him, it seemed a little odd since he hadn’t really sweet-talked me much, but I said ‘yes’ anyway. But lately he’s been more determined to get married. He’s pressing me about it all the time, but he treats me worse every week.”
“Doesn’t make sense him wanting to get married then
treating you bad.”
Helen’s eyes angled upward to meet with Jared’s. He smiled at her, and she returned a soft smile then looked at her hands again, though the smile remained.
“I’ll have to figure out some other way of paying for my brother’s medical care,” Helen said, her voice now barely above a whisper. “I can’t marry Gregg. I don’t love him now. I guess I never really did love him. I just thought I did. I needed someone…and Gregg was there. That’s all it was. He was convenient. I suppose maybe I was convenient for him, too. Maybe all he wants is a male heir. Some men are like that, you know.”
“Some are,” Jared replied. “Well, now I know what you saw in Gregg. Can’t say I blame you, either. It’s a good thing what you’re doing for your brother. Lots of sisters wouldn’t.” After finishing the last of his eggs, he cut a slice of cheese and put it on his bread, bit that and chewed, and then washed it down with a swallow of whiskey. He was aware of Helen watching his every move. Jared looked into her eyes and gave her a rogue’s smile. “Tell me what your thoughts are on what we’ve just done.”
Helen’s cheeks turned bright pink. She looked away, shaking her head as though her own actions had surprised her beyond words.
“Come on now, sugarplum. Seems to me I’ve got a right to know.”
“I like how that endearment sounds when it comes from you.” She blushed a little and asked, “How is it I can’t say ‘no’ to you? No matter what you ask me to do, I tell myself to not do it. But then I look in your eyes and I hear your voice and the next thing I know I’m following your commands like a slave.”
“But you liked it—watching me with Marcus?” It was more of a statement than a question.
The silence was oppressive. Finally Helen whispered, “I looked into his eyes and saw how desperate he was to be with you. What I was doing was sort of a performance for your pleasure. I…I liked knowing that Marcus was watching me.” Helen closed her eyes and shivered herself at the memory. After several seconds she looked up into Jared’s eyes as he sipped his whiskey. “I wouldn’t have done it without you wanting me to.” She closed her eyes briefly. “Would you want me that way?” She cleared her throat nervously. “In the ass?”
