Helena

by Leo Barton

  You know how well Jean-Claude does it, a couple of drinks, an amiable chat, the conversation gradually, but quite naturally, angling towards sex. It starts off as light banter, doesn't it, a couple of jokes, a little bit of self-deprecation and then the questioning starts.

  "So, Andrea, what do you think of Helena here?"

  Andrea suddenly looked embarrassed. I had already noticed her looking at me, and quite appreciatively, but when I turned my full gaze on her she had looked away. In many ways, Freddie, she reminded me of myself. She answered in that predictable, shy way: "Helena's great." But said it without conviction.

  "She's beautiful isn't she?" Jean-Claude continued.

  "Yes, she is," Andrea answered sheepishly, her eyes remaining downcast.

  One of Jean-Claude's hands was around the beautiful Juliet's shoulder. He lightly placed the other around Andrea.

  "I think that you are very beautiful too, Andrea," I told her.

  She smiled at me more openly, obviously flattered by my compliment.

  Juliet was smiling mischievously. I got the distinct impression that she was no stranger to this kind of situation. I suspected that she was already something of a protégé of Jean-Claude.

  "Do you like woman, Andrea?" Jean-Claude asked.

  "How do you mean?" she countered. I was sure that she knew exactly what Jean-Claude meant. She was blushing now.

  "I mean, do you ever think about making love to them?"

  I recognized that look on her face. I recognized the struggle she was going through, both frightened and very embarrassed by Jean-Claude's questioning, but still obviously not wanting any of us to think that she was such an innocent. There was a desire to maintain a certain youthful sophistication.

  "Well, I've thought about it, I suppose. I mean I'm not a lesbian or anything like that, but yes, some woman can be sexy for me." She was purposefully avoiding my eyes.

  "What about Helena?"

  The girl's blush deepened.

  "Maybe." I could see her bottom lip perceptibly quivering. She swallowed hard.

  Much to her surprise, I walked over towards her and sat on the arm of the sofa. I placed my hand gently on the nape of her neck and leaned over to kiss her. She neither resisted nor responded. My lips lightly brushed hers. I could feel her body trembling. I was aware too of Jean-Claude's and Juliet's eyes on me, appreciating the little scene of my seduction. I kissed her again, only this time more forcibly, and began to feel her mouth opening up to me. My tongue slipped gently into her mouth. I pressed her face against mine, my tongue searching hers and then withdrew.

  She was still blushing.

  "I think you do like woman, don't you, Andrea?"

  She didn't speak, only smiled, although it was clear that she was still very nervous, maybe even frightened of me.

  I got up from the arm of the sofa and sat beside Juliet on the other side. Her eyes were inviting me to do the same thing to her that I had done to Andrea. I cupped the full swell of her breast in my hand and kissed her equally as passionately on the lips. I could feel that her nipples were already erect under the cotton of the dress.

  I was thinking of you again, Freddie, because I remember that one time I had done this for you too. I was imagining that it was you and not Jean-Claude who was watching.

  I pulled Juliet up from where she was sitting and led her to the rug between the sofa and the fire. I reached out to take Andrea's hand but I could see that she was hesitating. Maybe it was the pressure of everybody's eyes on her that finally made her relent.

  I knelt down on the rug and touched both girls lightly on the shoulder. Then, placing my hand on the small of their backs, slowly led them to each other. Juliet was the more eager. Their lips gently met. I looked at Jean-Claude. He was smiling appreciatively at the girls.

  I was really wet by this stage. The thought of those two beautiful girls kissing in front of me, my hands gently stroking their heads, the thought too of Jean-Claude fucking us all, of the innocent Andrea succumbing to our seduction, of sucking on her tight pussy.

  Andrea was wearing a knee-length denim skirt and a plain white blouse. I was confident that Juliet would follow my actions, once I gave a lead. As the girls pulled apart I began to unbutton Andrea's blouse. I had noticed already that her breasts were quite small but her nipples were disproportionately large. Juliet understood my intention quite clearly. While Andrea looked at me as equally astonished as when I had walked over to her and kissed her, Juliet began stroking her hair, comforting her. Considering that Andrea's clothes were about as dowdy as mine used to be, her underwear revealed a certain chic sensuality. I stroked her thick nipples through the white lace of her brassiere. Juliet was already pulling Andrea's blouse over her shoulders. She unhooked the bra so that I could feast my eyes on her perfect little pear-shaped breasts.

  I could resist those nipples no longer. I took her teat deep into my mouth and sucked on it appreciatively. Andrea gave out a little satisfied sigh, obviously becoming less tense with every moment. Juliet began sucking on her other breast. How delightful it all was, to tweak those thick swollen nipples between my finger and thumb and then to suckle against them, listening to the increasingly excited gasps of pleasure emanating from Andrea's mouth.

  While we licked and sucked on Andrea's breast, my hand slipped down to her thigh, slowly inching up the hem of her denim skirt until I finally made contact with her white panties. With the tips of my fingers I massaged her quim through the lace, feeling the wetness of her sexual excitement. By this stage Andrea was very aroused.

  I slowly pulled down Andrea's panties, revealing the delicious sight of her sex, the light pink of her wet pussy lips and above the little wisps of her fair pubic hair. Her hand had reached down to protect herself in a token display of resistance, but I had simply grasped it, kissed it, and let it fall, wherein Andrea showed no more desire to obstruct me. I pulled up the denim skirt to reveal her pretty mound to my companions in seduction. Gently I parted her legs, my hands placed on the white of her upper thigh pried them apart. I glided my index finger over the wetness of her pussy lips and then, I'm sure, to the delight of Jean-Claude I sucked on it, tasting her fresh young love juice. I wanted more.

  While I lapped tantalizingly at her pussy, I could angle my head to watch the delightful spectacle of Juliet disrobing, pulling off first the cotton dress over her head, then unhooking her patterned bra, liberating her fulsome breasts for us all to see. What a saucy girl this Juliet was! What a tease! She took her own breasts between her fingers and gently plucked on her nipples before offering them to Andrea to suckle on. What a delicious sight it was to watch Andrea's mouth stuffed with the delectable breasts of the more experienced girl.

  Jean-Claude had stood up from the sofa and was kneeling over me as to get a better view of me slurping on the young girl's quim.

  Andrea let out an astonished little shriek as I angled her up higher so I could moisten her little bottom hole with my tongue. Her little body still trembled in trepidation at what we might do to her. I am sure that only a couple of hours after she had entered the house she had not expected to find herself spread-eagled on my rug with me licking her bottom while Juliet levered her blond head up to suck on her majestic breasts.

  Jean-Claude, who had been impressively patient, could resist us no longer. He pulled up my little black dress and placed his hand on my pussy. I wasn't wearing panties of course. He spread the cheeks of my bottom and placed his tongue on exactly the same place where I had placed mine on Andrea, so that while I flicked my tongue over the taut wrinkles of her anus, Jean-Claude pushed his deep inside my own bottom.

  I knew Jean-Claude well, and I knew what his immediate goal was. He had me in every possible way, and judging by Juliet's behavior, he had also taken his pleasure with her. Jean-Claude, at least initially, preferred the new, the fresh and the untried. He turned the fair girl around so that she rested on her knees, and then levered his head under Andrea, so that while I could continue to ream her,
he could nibble at her engorged clit. At the same time, Juliet removed her panties to reveal a thick mat of jet-black pubic hair and sank her bottom before Andrea's amazed eyes. She clasped the girl firmly by the neck, pulling her mouth onto her own excited quim, her thighs pressing hard on the side of Andrea's head, as Andrea diligently trailed her tongue along the fat ridge of the voluptuous Latina.

  The idea amazed me, and it was all mine. After having enjoyed being so submissive, subjecting my will to the desires of others, the thought crept into my mind that I could have control of this particular situation. Yes, how wonderful, how erotic it would be for Jean-Claude to enter the girl where my tongue currently was, without the initial preliminaries of a more conventional fuck.

  Greedily, I freed Jean-Claude's substantial cock from his pants and sucked on the thick dome. He was already erect. I grabbed hold of his balls and slid my mouth as far down him as I could. While I did so, Jean-Claude stuck his finger inside Andrea's rectum and began frigging her.

  I let go of his cock, first pushing it against Andrea's outer pussy lips, but then to place it on the tight flesh of her anus. I must say that at first sight it seemed inconceivable that Jean-Claude's hefty cock could fit into such a tight hole. I tried to assist the situation by spreading Andrea's cheeks even wider.

  Andrea gave out a shrill scream as soon as she realized what was happening to her, but Juliet pulled her tighter onto her, so that any screams were muffled by Juliet's own pussy.

  It was so beautiful to watch, Freddie. Jean-Claude's huge cock slowly sliding up the girl's tight ass, stuffing her, expanding the tiny rim to its utmost point of elasticity, and then to watch Jean-Claude slowly riding her, knowing, as Jean-Claude always seemed to do, just how much pain the girl could take.

  As Jean-Claude fucked the girl steadily in her bottom I took his balls deep into my mouth and sucked on them, while at the same time manipulating Andrea's erect clit between my finger and thumb.

  Jean-Claude, usually a man of considerable stamina, as I'm sure you remember Freddie, was on the verge of coming. As Andrea's body began to spasm to climax, I could see his face tensing in his own orgasmic pleasure. I took his twitching cock roughly from the girl's bottom and sank my mouth onto it. His fat cock exploded inside me, filling my mouth with his thick burning seed. It spurted against my throat, then slid down satisfactorily. Andrea's hips where still gyrating in her disgraceful sensual joy. I could see her turn around, neglecting her duty of pleasuring Juliet, to watch me suck every drop of Jean-Claude's cum.

  We had so much fun that night, the four of us in my king size bed. Remember, the one I bought for myself as a treat after my separation from Gregory. Or, I should say that we were having so much fun until the call came on Jean-Claude's mobile phone, telling us about your accident in Boston. As I said, it just didn't seem possible that you should suffer such a terrible fate. Jean-Claude's tanned face went ashen at the news.

  The girls sensing that something tragic had happened left Jean-Claude and I alone. There were tears from us both, Freddie, as we imagined your stricken body in the hospital ward.

  This tape was Jean-Claude's idea too. He thought that if anything could recover you from your coma then it would be something like this.

  You know, Freddie, it was never really just about sex, not really, it was about you, your spirit, your belief that all things were possible. I learned so much from you in so many different ways. Freddie, come back to us, please, we need somebody like you, we all do.

  And hear Freddie, the very last part, and I can say it openly and without hesitation, without the usual tricks and demands and the burden of ego, but Freddie, I can say it: Thank you. I love you.

  -oOo-

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  -oOo-

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