by Robin Gideon
Helen, always more confident when Jared was visibly present, said, “Go warn them, then hurry back. Please? I’ll stay here.”
“I’ll hotfoot it both ways,” Jared promised. He started for the door.
“Wait,” Helen said quickly. She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed his mouth lightly. For several seconds their gazes held, then Jared eased his long arms around Helen’s waist, pulled her voluptuous body in tight against his own, and slanted his mouth firmly over Helen’s. She trembled, opening her mouth to receive his questing tongue. By the time the kiss finally ended, Helen’s face was flushed and her heart was pounding.
“Any of you know how to use a Winchester?” Jared asked as he gently but firmly pushed Helen to arm’s length.
“I do,” Samantha said quickly.
“I’ll leave my rifle with you then. Anybody shows up that’s not me, shoot first and ask questions later.” He flashed a charming rogue’s smile. “But do make sure it’s not me.”
* * * *
Jared returned to the ranch in less than thirty minutes. He felt pretty good about the preparations that were being made. They wouldn’t get caught by surprise attack, and they’d be armed with rifles and plenty of ammunition. Having to protect the chicken coop from foxes, coyotes, wolves, and an occasional bobcat had given the ladies more than just a precursory ability with long arms.
“Can I talk to you a moment?” Marcus said, keeping his voice low.
Jared’s eyes narrowed. He’d hardly entered the cabin before being approached. Looking around, he couldn’t see Helen, and a chill went up his spine. She was feisty enough and stubborn enough to do something on her own, which was without a doubt the absolute last thing Jared wanted her to do. Though he couldn’t quite admit it aloud, each moment he spent with Helen, he could feel her getting closer and closer to the heart that he had long ago thought was incapable of love.
“Is something wrong?” Jared asked.
There was something in the young man’s eyes that told Jared there were secrets being kept from him.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just come with me, if you would.” He walked out the cabin.
Under his breath, Jared muttered, “What the hell is this all about?” He didn’t like secrets. And even though there didn’t seem to be so much as a hint of danger, he pulled the Colt from its holster under his left arm.
Marcus was several steps ahead of him, walking toward the chicken coop. When he reached the far corner, he glanced over his shoulder, back at Jared, before disappearing from view. In the brief moment that their gazes met, Jared saw mischief shining in Marcus’s eyes.
A lifetime of being in dangerous situations couldn’t be tamped down overnight, so when Jared reached the edge of the old coop, he stopped and glanced quickly around the corner before moving back again. All he’d seen was Helen, looking lovely as ever in a simple, belted, gray dress that buttoned to her throat.
He stepped around the corner and stopped. Helen was standing on a big blanket that, quite obviously, she had just brought out from the house. There was a half smile on her kissable lips. Her left hand was at her side, and her right hand was toying with the top button of her dress.
“Hello, Jared,” she said, her voice sultry. Jared felt the hair rise on his arms and his balls instantly begin to tingle. That was a tone of voice he recognized and always responded to. Marcus was standing behind her. Jared wondered if he was going to get involved again. “I’ve been waiting for you. You said earlier they’d be attacking at midnight, but possibly earlier, though not before nightfall. Well, there’s about two hours of sunlight left, so I thought we should make the most of it.”
“With Marcus here?” Jared asked.
The young man made a waving motion with both hands. “I’m just the lookout, that’s all. And possible tutor. Helen seems to think that I might be able to teach her a few, um, things that you’ll appreciate.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
Marcus lifted an eyebrow. “What are friends for?”
Jared’s heart started accelerating when Marcus, standing directly behind Helen, reached around her body and, with pale and slender fingers, began unbuttoning her dress.
“You have to stand there and watch,” Helen said. “You get to watch Marcus unwrapping your present. Then he’ll unwrap my present.”
“Which is me?”
“Precisely, my darling.”
Marcus had loosened four buttons when Jared realized that Helen wasn’t wearing anything beneath the gray dress. The inner swells of her pale breasts drew him in. He could hardly blink. “No camisole, precious? That’s pretty scandalous of you.”
“Yes, darling, it is scandalous.” Jared liked the fact that they were now using endearments for each other. “Especially for a woman with my figure.”
Jared watched, hardly blinking, as Marcus’s hands fumbled briefly with the dress’s belt. When he finally unbuckled it, he curled his fingers into the dress’s neckline, near her shoulders, and with infinite lethargy to draw out the visual impact, drew the garment down Helen’s arms and back, then over her hips and down her legs. When she stepped out of the dress puddled at her feet, she was wearing nothing more than her side-button shoes. The smallish triangle of hair just above her pussy drew Jared’s gaze, and the breath caught in his throat. His cock was angling to the side, fiercely rigid and begging to be freed. He tried to move his erection to make it more comfortable for himself, but Marcus wouldn’t allow him to.
“No touching,” he said with mock severity. “You may be Helen’s present, but I’m the one who does the unwrapping. You just stand there quietly and wait your turn.”
Marcus walked until he was behind Jared, but the tall gunman never took his eyes off Helen’s naked splendor. She looked more erotic and ravishing than ever before, standing out in the waning sunlight, her breasts pink-tipped and trembling with her uneven breathing, her mouth slightly open. When he noticed that she was not looking at his face, but at the swollen crotch of his trousers, he had to fight to suppress a triumphant smile.
Marcus eased off his jacket and set it aside. “Keep this close,” Jared said, his tone serious, when he allowed the young man to take off his shoulder holster with his weapon in it.
“Men and guns,” Marcus said in a voice just above a whisper. “Why is it always men and their guns?”
Jared was surprised at the deftness with which Marcus undressed him. The black neckerchief was unknotted with ease, and the buttons of his shirt seemed to unfasten of their own accord. Marcus got down on his knees behind him, and with little effort, unbuckled his belt and opened the brass buttons of his fly. His cock, angling sharply upward, long and thick and extremely rigid, came into view, sticking out through the fly of his drawers.
“Oops, I should have taken your boots off first,” Marcus said as though it had been an accident.
Jared doubted anything about this encounter was an accident. This was Marcus’s plan from the beginning to the end. Helen lacked the sensual experience to be this clever.
He stepped out of his trousers and socks, and then Marcus removed his drawers. Since Jared was thoroughly aroused, Marcus claimed it was necessary for him to wrap his fingers around the thick, pulsing shaft to get the flesh back out through the fly.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” Helen whispered. Her right hand moved until it cupped her left breasts. The forefinger and thumb lightly pinched the nipple as she stared, as though transfixed by its majesty, at Jared’s cock.
Jared asked, “So how long do I have to stand this far away?”
Still on his knees behind Jared, Marcus was looking at the cheeks of the tall man’s ass as he whispered, “Are you sure you don’t have an identical twin somewhere?”
Jared chuckled. He turned his shoulders to look down at Marcus, and in doing so, revealed his erection to him. Marcus’s mouth opened at the sight, and he took a stuttering inhalation.
“No wonder it hurt to have that thing thrashing about inside me,” Marcus
said, his eyes becoming glassy.
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. I’ve never been barbarian-fucked before. It was wonderful. Damned strenuous, but wonderful just the same.” Suddenly, Marcus’s eyes opened wide, he smiled broadly, and he looked up into Jared’s eyes. “It was your first time, wasn’t it? That’s why you were such a beast on my back. You’d never fucked anyone in the ass before me, had you?”
Jared closed his eyes, but only for a moment. He shook his head then straightened around so that he faced Helen once again.
“Well, that answers that,” Marcus said, a distinct note of triumph in his tone. To Helen, he said, “Get down on your hands and knees. Yes, that’s right. Now come closer. Crawl slowly. We’ve got time, and I’m determined to teach a few lessons before the sun goes down.”
A white drop of pre-cum formed at Jared’s slit as he watched the voluptuous woman, her breasts swaying erotically, crawling toward him. He wasn’t certain how long his willpower would hold out before he threw Helen down on the blanket and flattened her to the ground with his own body as he fucked her with every bit of energy he possessed.
* * * *
Helen couldn’t help but notice that Marcus remained on his knees but had moved forward a little so that he was now at Jared’s side instead of behind him. The surface of her skin seemed electrified. She tingled everywhere. When Marcus had first suggested this little game, Helen had scoffed at the idea. Marcus had persisted, and now Helen could see just how right she was to have been coaxed into expanding her sexual boundaries. Her breasts felt so full and tight it was as though Jared were squeezing them. Between the lips of her slit, her clit was throbbing hotly. Cream moistened her sex to such an extent that she suspected honey might soon actually dribble down the insides of her thighs.
Slowly, she raised her gaze, seeing the masculine legs thick with muscle and dense with black hair, then his thighs made powerful by countless hours astride a horse, and finally, his cock and balls. On this occasion, Jared’s balls seemed to be particularly full, hanging quite low beneath the pulsating base of his cock’s thick shaft. Helen noticed that Jared’s left hand was clenched into a white-knuckled fist, but she knew it was just a sign of impatience, not of anger. Marcus was forcing them both to delay their gratification, and that was making their fevers burn all the hotter.
“Look, he has a pearl for you,” Marcus whispered. “A tiny, salty pearl, just waiting for you to lick it off.” Helen reached for Jared’s cock, but Marcus stopped her quickly. “No hands. Just your lips and tongue.” He chuckled softly. “And if you’re very careful, you can use your teeth, too. But something tells me you haven’t the experience for that just yet.”
It was different having an audience this time than it had been the first time. Marcus was down on his knees, not yards away, only inches away, and he could see everything she was doing in minute detail. Quite suddenly, she felt inexperienced, and fears that she wouldn’t please Jared completely blossomed in her breast.
“Lick it off, Helen,” Marcus prodded. “It’s salty. It’s the very essence of life. And of lust.”
She adjusted her legs a little beneath herself, placed her hands on her thighs just above her knees, then leaned forward, lolled her tongue out, and licked off Jared’s pre-cum. He flinched at the contact, and inhaled sharply.
He’s sensitive. Real, real sensitive. She liked knowing that.
“Now lick his balls then up and down his shaft,” Marcus instructed. “Get every bit of his cock and balls all nice and wet before you genuinely start sucking him.”
Helen tucked her face beneath Jared’s cock and licked at his sack. She tried to suck one of the orbs between her lips but was unsuccessful.
Leaning back, she looked at the man who was now, apparently, her mentor on such things, and asked, “Can I use my hands?” Marcus nodded. “Thank you.”
She placed her hands lightly on Jared’s naked thighs. When she squeezed, she found his muscles dense, tight, even without him flexing.
He’s such a powerful man, she thought. He could hurt me without even trying. But he’s careful, even when he’s ravaging me, to not hurt me.
She cradled his balls in her palms for a moment, squeezing them lightly. Then she once again slipped her face in beneath the throbbing base of his erection. She tucked one of his balls between her lips, drawing a light suction on the tender globe of flesh. She felt the heat and hardness of his shaft as it pressed against her cheek and ear. When she heard him groan, her confidence elevated just a little. Sucking, she reached up with her left hand and began stroking his cock slowly as she lavished his testicles with all the love and attention she could provide with her lips and tongue.
“Ohhh,” Jared groaned. “Helen, that’s so good.”
She let him slip out of her mouth. Leaning back, she looked up into his eyes while rubbing the underside of his crown back and forth over her lips. “I love it when you make that groan of pleasure,” she said then punctuated her statement by flicking her tongue against the knob’s sensitive underside. “You’re going to come a lot for me, aren’t you?”
“Damned right.”
Marcus said, “Enough talking. Let’s get back to the game, um, back to business.” When Helen chuckled a little, Marcus moved closer on his knees. “I know I said I was finished with Jared, but would it be asking too much if I had just a little taste?”
Helen looked at Marcus carefully, knowing he wanted so much more than just a “taste.”
“He’s yours. That’s clear as a bell. But what about me? Do you know how isolated I am in Whitetail Creek?”
Helen buried Jared’s cock briefly in her mouth, sucking hungrily on him, then released him. “Is that okay with you?” she asked, lewdly rubbing the head of his cock over her nose, lips, and cheeks as she spoke to her lover.
“A taste, that’s all. It’s you I want,” came the gruff answer.
Helen laughed softly, her small hand around the base of the rock-solid flesh, as Marcus hurried forward. She was surprised when Marcus took slightly more than half of Jared’s cock into his mouth and throat. She could manage hardly a quarter of its length before choking and sputtering.
He’s done this a lot more often than I have. Look at him. He’s as enraptured with Jared as I am.
“Enough,” Jared said with quiet authority. “This game is starting to drag.”
Not at all liking the way that sounded, Helen almost leaped at Jared in her haste to get the head of his cock wedged snuggly against the opening of her throat. She caressed his balls, pushing them up against his own body, and she moaned loudly, rotating her face around the throbbing meat.
“Awww! That’s it,” Jared said, pushing the fingers of both hands into Helen’s hair. He began pumping his hips to work his cock in and out of her mouth.
“That’s it,” Marcus urged. “Fuck her mouth.” And then to Helen, “Just give it to him. Give him everything you have. In everything you do, let him know you’re his for the taking.”
They were thrilling words that touched the submissive in Helen, caressing a fantasy she didn’t quite understand. She loved Jared this way, tall and commanding, focused on her, hungry for his release.
Then an idea came to Helen, and she liked it so much she would have smiled but couldn’t under the circumstances. Placing her hands lightly on Jared’s hips, she tapped lightly to indicate that she wanted him to stop. He pulled back far enough to free himself.
“I’ve got something you might like,” Helen said in a kittenish purr. She sat on her bottom then lay back on the blanket. “Right here,” she said, licking the tips of her right hand then moistening the valley of her breasts with her own saliva. “This is where I want your cock.”
She saw his eyes sparkle, his nostrils flare. Oh, yes, she thought, he’s wanted to do this to me before.
He straddled her body then slowly settled down onto his knees with his cock, long and ironhard, between the milky mounds of her breasts. Helen pushed the globes aro
und the cock to trap it there then laced her fingers over the top.
Looking up into his eyes, she said saucily, “Fuck my tits!”
Helen had never done this before and had hardly ever even thought of it. But as she felt the awesome shaft, slick with her own saliva, sliding between her breasts, tugging and pulling at the sensitive skin, she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d be on her back, looking up at her lover as his cock paid homage to her most ostentatiously feminine charms. It was looking up at him, seeing his dominating strength, the raw force in his chest and shoulders and stomach, that made her pussy become hot and slick with honey.
His face was ruddy with sexual strain, his eyes open just slits as he rocked his hips forward and back. When the head of his cock touched the underside of Helen’s chin, she chuckled. The next time he pushed forward, she raised her face and flicked her tongue against the crown. She was rewarded with a thick drop of pre-cum for her efforts.
She looked to the side and saw Marcus several feet away. He was on his knees, his eyes open wide as he stared at Jared’s cock while masturbating his own. She turned her attention back to her lover.
“I want you inside me,” Helen whispered, her clit burning with anticipation. “You excite me so much. I’m sooo close to coming, and yet you’ve hardly touched me.” Jared started sliding backward so that he could stretch out over Helen, but she shook her head. “Not like that.” She turned, raising up onto her hands and knees. “From behind so you can really pound me.” She closed her eyes and let her head hang down, knowing full well what the impact of her words would be on the man she adored. “Fuck me hard. I want everything you’ve got to gi—”
The full-length invasion of a long, hard, thick cock ended the sentence for Helen. She had wanted to get fucked, not have a gentle bout of lovemaking, and that’s exactly what she was going to get now. Jared’s hands were like bands of steel on her naked hips, holding her in a bruising grip as his hips churned. Each time he impaled her with his cock, his pelvis slapping against the pale cheeks of her ass, Helen gasped and, beneath her, heavy breasts jiggled and swayed erratically.