Helena (5 page)

I told him
where I was from and that I was studying at the university.

"A smart lass,
and what are going to do when you finish, like?"

"I haven't the
faintest idea," I said turning my eyes around to glimpse him,
suddenly aware of how plummy my accent must have sounded to them.
Jack, though, seemed neither perturbed nor amused by the way I had
spoken. There seemed something protective about him, some
intimation of kindness, I thought.

As we arrived
in Drysdale, I asked how much I owed for the taxi ride.

"You owe us
nowt, love. Don't worry, though, we're all getting out. We only
live around the corner." It was Jack again, reaching his arm over,
handing a note to the silent driver.

I didn't feel
at all apprehensive about them getting out with me. I was only two
doors from my flat and I wasn't particularly scared of these men,
not even scar-faced Phil.

I
perfunctorily protested at taking a free ride but they wouldn't
relent. Gallantly, they walked me to the door and said good night
as I reached inside my handbag for keys.

Then almost as
an afterthought, Phil said: "How about a nightcap then, if you're
not doing owt. The night's young an' all that."

To my house
mates, all securely tucked up in their beds, the idea of going back
with three men would have sounded like the height of lunacy, but as
I said, I was tired of turning down invitations. I still felt that
mixture of annoyance with myself for not going to the party and
elation after having at last finished my exams.

"If you're
sure?" I asked.

"Of course we
are," Jack said. "Come on luv."

I knew exactly
what I was letting myself in for. It would be so easy. I didn't
have to do anything. I just had to let the course of the evening
take its natural progression. They would do the rest. I would let
them do exactly what they wanted with me. How many times had I
fantasized about such an event? How many times had I dreamed of
having three men give me their attention, and for me to give them
mine! Of course, I was frightened. They were strangers, but the
danger of my situation added fire to my already aroused body.

They led me
inside the house and then ushered me into the living room. I had
already discovered that it was Bruce's parents' house, who were
conveniently away on holiday. The room seemed, at least
aesthetically, cluttered to me, the sideboard contained too many
ornaments, the floral print sofa clashing violently with the red
and gold whirls of the patterned carpet, an enormous television
stared at me accusingly from the corner of the room.

"Do you fancy
a whisky, Helen? We've only got lemonade, but there's some ice
cubes if you want." Jack said peering at me. I noticed a tattoo on
his arm, some kind of snake furling around his forearm that I
hadn't noticed before. All the men were well-built, even Bruce, but
Jack looked the strongest of the three.

"Thanks, that
would be lovely."

Jack went to
fetch my whisky, followed by Phil. Bruce remained a moment in the
room, but tongue-tied and embarrassed he quickly went to join his
more experienced friends. I could hear their murmuring voices from
where I sat perched up in the centre of the sofa, but I could not
make out exactly what they were saying.

All three
returned together. Jack and Phil sat either side of me, Bruce in
the armchair next to the television. They attempted to make
friendly conversation. I had to explain my romantic situation: yes,
I had a boyfriend but he was down in London studying. I had to
listen to them tell me about their work. All three were mechanics,
none of them had a girlfriend, although Jack, apparently, was
divorced. The anticipation was killing me. I felt so excited,
waiting, wondering how they were going to do it. How they were
going to make a start on me. I could see fear in their faces too,
worried that at any moment I might get up from my seat and go.

It was Phil
who initiated, his leg brushing against mine increasingly
rigorously, as I told them about my studies. I saw a glance passing
over me on the sofa, some prearranged signal perhaps agreed in the
kitchen, and then Phil reached over and took my hand in his
own.

"You're very
beautiful, Helen. We all fancy you." It was Jack who spoke as
calmly as he could, looking into my eyes, as Phil's hand clasped my
breast through the white satin of my shirt, sending an electric
charge pulsing through my body. I didn't look at him at all, my
eyes resting firmly on Jack all the time, as Phil continued to
squeeze my breast, sneaking his hand through to the cotton of my
bra.

"I think
you're all handsome too!" I inanely said to show how willing I
was.

The whole
situation seemed so unreal, as if I was the spectator in one of my
fantasies, as if it was only happening in my mind's eye and not in
reality. It was a wonderful feeling. Almost the sensation of being
taken care of. I was like a child again, defenceless against
adults, completely in the charge of these rough men, stroking me,
caressing me with such gentle sweetness, so languidly, so slowly,
with almost avuncular tenderness.

Suddenly,
everything changed, speeded up from the sensuous slow motion of my
consciousness. Bruce stood up to dim the light, Jack's strong hand
gripped me by the nape of the neck, pushing his thick tongue
between my willing lips. The tongue seemed to swirl in my mouth;
then a hand began to undo the buttons of my blouse. I felt the
chillier air of the room, then the presence of Bruce's eyes resting
on me, and then a hand around my ankle, another pulling down the
cups of my bra, taking my breast and tweaking firmly on the hard
tip of my nipple. Jack, still clasping me in a nuchal grip, began
to pinch hard on my other breast.

There were too
many sensations to feel, too many caresses, a hard hand sliding up
my calf, past the knee to the soft flesh of my thighs, a sharp hot
pain in the tumescent tips of my breasts, a rough palm stroking my
middle, sneaking under the waistband of my skirt, brushing against
my curled pubic hair.

Everything
happening so quickly, so violently, sent my heart racing with an
unknown excitement. Never in my fantasy world, no matter how keenly
imagined, was it as exhilarating as this, nor so savage. There were
too many incidentals I had never considered: the pungent sweet
aroma of aftershave and hair gel and tobacco smoke; the aroused
heavy breathing of the three men; the sensation of not so much
being undressed as unravelled.

No, I had
never imagined this, never imagined that in my submission to these
three men that I would feel such a sensation of power. They were
taking me, but in some way I felt by submitting to their will, I
was taking my life by the scruff of the neck. All that had been
over-contrived, all that was insipid and compromised about me was
being pushed aside by my compliance in my rough seduction.

My firm
breasts were being sucked on hard; my skirt had been raised above
my bottom; I could feel the coarse material of the sofa on my bare
skin. A finger had pushed aside the gusset of my panties, a tongue
had sought the moist centre and was lapping at the engorged outer
lips of my sex, sweeping up in broad strokes, the warm saliva
mingling with my own juice. How many times had I wanted Gregory to
do that, to lick me and suck on me just there? How many times I had
fantasized about having a rigid tongue on me pushing down so
vigorously?

My hands
pressed down hard on the skulls of the two men as they continued
administering to my breasts. I felt my face flush red in my
excitement. Jack unclipped my bra from behind, while Phil unzipped
my skirt and Bruce pulled down my panties, the cotton tickling my
leg as they fell to my ankles, the blouse pulled from around my
shoulders and discarded behind the sofa, my flat shoes removed from
my feet. I was completely naked in front of them, their eyes
purveyed my body with pleasure.

Jack unzipped
his trousers and perched himself on the arm of the sofa, and with
his rough, callused hands, pulled me over to him, so that my elbows
rested on his lap, inches away from his already hardened pole, the
dome glistening in the half light of the room. He grabbed me again
by the neck, pulling my mouth onto his steel hard rod. My tongue
slipped onto the slicked head and licked the warm moist meat of his
cock up to the slit at the top, down to the veined ridge below. I
furled my tongue all around the solid circumference of his shaft,
before parting my lips and sliding an inch down the oiled crown. He
grasped my head in both his hands and began to propel me up and
down on him. His hard hands pushing me down past the ridge, his
tool rocketing up and bouncing off the upper roof of his mouth
before I learned how to accommodate him further inside me. I'd
never had a man in my mouth, Freddie. It was so exhilarating to
slide up and down on him, to feel the pressure on my head driving
me further down his thick shaft.

And all the
time that I sucked on Jack, Phil and Bruce explored the rest of my
body, Phil's head was somewhere beneath, pulling my hips down on
top of his mouth. He had found my clitoris and taken the fleshy bud
between, first his lips and then his teeth, grazing me gently,
arousing me beyond belief, his finger sliding in and out of my
quim, pressing against the fleshy walls, deftly locating and then
manipulating the most wonderful sensitive areas inside.

So as I sucked
on Jack, my head in a vicelike grip, and as Phil sucked on my
clitoris, probing the fleshy interior of my sex, Bruce massaged my
buttocks, kneading my fleshy rump with his young hands, before
parting the cheeks, and pressing against the outer flesh of my most
secret of openings, sliding his finger inside me. I shuddered with
pleasure as each individual stimulation of my most erotic places
overlaid one another.

Fingers slid
in and out of both my orifices. I could feel the exquisite pleasure
on both sides of the thin dividing membrane; as Jack's hard tool
swelled even more inside my mouth.

An orgasm was
building up inside me, pushing through into my consciousness, the
culmination of each stimulation of my body. It started with a
little shiver but instead of passing through me crescendoed,
permeating all my tingling flesh, now the intensity was no longer
located in one part of me, but in all of me, my whole body tensing,
arching, clenching.

As Jack
ejaculated in my mouth, his seed gushing, exploding inside me,
before slipping down my virgin throat, I climaxed, my head jerking
against the rough constriction of their hard hands, my body
contracting in its exquisite pleasure. Each contraction sent
another sensual wave that seemed to suffuse my entire being, my
orgasm prolonged by the merciless continuation of their rough
stimulation, until I thought I would die in sexual ecstasy.

Eventually I
slipped off Jack, but Phil immediately replaced him, thrusting his
shaft between my lips, the taste of his sperm mingling with Jack's.
Simultaneously I felt Bruce's virgin cock pressing against my
labial lips, pushing into the sheath of my quim, his frenzied
thrusts as rapid as machine gunfire. His sturdy hips slapped off
the blushing skin of my fleshy buttocks, my hips clasped tightly in
his hands.

Jack took my
head in his hands again, this time pushing me onto Phil's shaft,
while Phil reached underneath him and took my nipples between his
fingers and pinched hard, stirring my body again into sexual
arousal.

Bruce came
inside me, shooting his seed high up inside me. I felt his warm
meat twitching inside me, thrusting further and further up as he
jerked in his spasm.

Another
change. Bruce pulled out of me, Phil slipped off me, and Jack
pulled me pitilessly to the floor, dragging the sensitive skin of
my back along the carpet, scorching me, then he pulled my legs up
so high that my knees pressed firmly into my chest, purposefully
letting his scrotum dangle down to my mouth.

I could see
Bruce and Phil now examining my most intimate places, Phil's
massively erect tool in his hand as he stroked his erection, and
parting my engorged labial lips, squeezed the enormous dome of his
shaft between them and into my itching vagina. He grabbed my legs
from Jack and splayed them out so far that my bottom was lifted
from the floor as he violently propelled me onto him, my back
rubbing against the coarseness of the carpet.

I felt another
orgasm coming. Jack had begun manipulating my already swollen
nipples with his fingers as I took a testicle into my mouth. I
could feel my skin being flayed on the carpet, the pain adding a
further intensity to my pleasure, as Phil manically thrusting
inside me jerked his abundant seed against the walls of my vagina,
grunting as he did so, his nails digging into the reddening skin of
my inner thighs.

Another
orgasm, as delicate, as precious, and as overwhelming as the first
coursed through me. I shut my eyes tight to feel each immense
shiver of my spasm.

I didn't even
have time to recover before I had been shoved onto my knees,
Bruce's pole prodding against the side of my face, Jack, kneeling
behind, sliding back inside me, Phil leaning over me squashing both
my breasts in his hands.

I licked the
length of Bruce's tool, settling at the base, and manipulating the
sticky crown with my fingers, nibbled on his young flesh at the
base of his shaft.

Jack was
different from the other two. His hands gripped me as firmly, but
he thrust inside me more leisurely, almost languorously, his big
rod pushing more deeply inside. He would pull back so the head of
his mighty shaft almost came out of me before he thrust it in.

I thought that
I had reached the end of my pleasure, that I had exhausted myself,
but the steady slow rhythm of Jack's strokes was sparking another
orgasm. Gradually he increased his pace, but at the same time
rotated me onto his steel hard shaft so every inch of flesh and
muscle felt the hardness of his cock. He had no difficulty in
locating the most sensitive inner area, his hard tool pressing
against it with each thrust.