The Beach House (17 page)

Jenni sank to her knees, resting her head
against the cold sink and drew air deep into her lungs, grateful
she was able to still do so. She thought she might throw up. She
tried to recall what she had ever seen in Mark, if she had
ever
seen anything in him. How in hell had she married the
man? She had been offered alternatives, other men, although
sometimes it was hard remembering their faces and names, as though
everything had happened to someone else. She had even enjoyed the
sex with some of them.

She put the lid down on the toilet and sat,
leaning forward, arms resting on her knees. She closed her eyes and
remembered the first time she had sucked a cock. Greg Bingham, a
football player. His cock had been thick but not very long and she
managed to take it to the root, take it easily even though the tip
bumped up against the top of her throat. She had only meant to suck
him a little then finish him off with her hand, but he had gripped
her hair, holding her head down on his cock and she could not break
free; not sure she wanted to break free, because Greg’s arousal had
aroused her too. She had pushed her fingers inside her panties and
rammed them inside herself as Greg pumped into her mouth. He
grunted and Jenni got ready but it was a false alarm. She pushed
her fingers deeper inside herself and knew she was going to come as
well. Greg shuddered and suddenly her mouth filled with his cum,
hot and slippery with a metallic salty tang and she still didn’t
move, swallowing as he ejaculated and then as he filled her mouth a
second time she swallowed that too, her heart beating hard at the
idea of what she was doing, excited by the power she possessed over
him, knowing she wanted to do this again soon. As Greg released his
grip on her hair and slumped back Jenni’s own climax ripped through
her. It wasn’t her first, but it was the best so far.

Jenni sighed and shook her head. Greg had
gotten what he wanted. He never asked her out again, but he did put
word around. Jenni Clarke gave great head. She had been Clarke back
then, somehow the remembrance of her maiden name almost bringing
tears to her eyes. One blow job and she’d managed to get a
reputation. She hated the reputation, but hated herself more. She
guessed that was why, when Mark picked her and didn’t want to stick
his cock down her throat – not that he was big enough to do that –
she had settled for him. Yes, she thought, settled was the right
word. She had been seeking a haven from her reputation, a
reputation she didn’t deserve. Or maybe she did. Jenni knew her sex
drive was something almost to be feared. She feared it now. She
wanted Joe, and she wanted Kim. She wanted to writhe in sweaty
abandon between the two of them. Her mind spiraled down among
images of cunt and cock and ass and despite the ache in her side
and the pain in her heart her body responded. She was lost,
completely lost, and she started to cry because she didn’t know
what to do.

Jenni didn’t come around Saturday, the day after
their
dinner, the day after Kim had tied her up, and sometime
during the day Joe looked at Kim without saying anything. Kim
looked away wondering if what she had done had scared her off. Ami
offered rescue by demanding attention.

In the afternoon Joe swam alone, Kim telling
him to look out for jellyfish. He was gone a long time and after
Ami went to sleep Kim dozed on the sun lounger, waking to see him
walking up the beach, the languor in his body showing how hard he
had swum. Joe stripped his trunks off on the porch and toweled dry.
The beach was quiet, no one in sight, and Kim rolled her head and
studied him, his cock hanging long between his legs, his balls
round and full. For some perverse reason she had not let him fuck
her since Jenni left even though she wanted him. Now, seeing him
half erect she wanted him with a sudden rage. She rolled off the
lounger and without a word took his hand and led him inside and
upstairs. She tugged her bikini top up and left it loose above her
breasts, knelt on the bed, presenting herself to him. Joe pulled
her bikini briefs to one side, her pussy instantly soaking his cock
as he thrust into her, one long movement that placed the head of
his long cock right up against her cervix. Joe closed his hands
around her waist, thumbs touching along her spine, fingertips
almost touching over her navel.

Kim trembled, about to come almost
instantly, put her head down as Joe filled her, a delicious ache
pinpointing inside and blooming outward. She yelled into the
pillow, arching back against him, letting him knead her breasts as
milk spurted against his hands.

When she stopped shaking she pulled away and
turned, taking him in her mouth, taking half his length, as much as
she could manage. She pushed the tip of her tongue down inside his
central slit, pushed him on his back and jerked his thighs apart.
She sat on her heels and lifted her hand to her mouth. Joe lay on
his back, knees apart, watching her. His cock bounced with each
heartbeat, bouncing fast, thick and meaty and long, dark threaded
veins showing, the head bulbous and smooth. Pre-cum oozed from the
central slit, gathered and coated him.

Kim pushed her index finger into her mouth,
licking it, soaking it with saliva, enjoying Joe watching her,
enjoying him knowing what she was about to do. She withdrew her
finger and held it over Joe’s cock. A trail of spit dripped on his
cock and she saw him jerk as it touched him. She pushed his legs
wider with her knees and inserted her finger back into her mouth.
She dipped down and licked his smooth round balls. He had started
shaving his balls for her years ago, resisting the rest but happy
to leave them smooth and stippled. She sucked on them, her finger
still in her mouth, the movement awkward but exciting. When she
drew it out she pushed hard beneath him. Joe, aware of what she
wanted, lifted himself and she rolled him on his side. She gripped
his cock in one hand, rolled over him and put her wet finger on the
dimple of his ass and pressed. Joe’s asshole opened and she pushed
harder, pushed until her finger was embedded to the top joint.

“You like this, don’t you, Joe?” She
whispered into his ear, her other hand stroking his cock.

Joe nodded.

“Tell me,” she said, biting his ear. She
rubbed his cock faster, pushed her finger in and out of his
ass.

“I like it,” he said.

“What do you like, Joe?” She bit his neck,
trembling hard, turning herself on too and she wondered if she
would come just doing this; she believed she might.

“I like when you put your finger in my ass,”
Joe said.

She kissed his shoulder. “You know what I’m
going to do when we get back to New York?”

“What are you going to do, Kim?”

She had played with the idea for a while
now, something wicked and wild. “I’m going to find a sex shop. Not
some sleazy one, but a nice place. I’m going to buy one of those
strap on cocks. Why am I going to do that, Joe?”

He was breathing harder now. “Why?”

Kim pushed Joe’s leg up with hers, sat
herself on his thigh so her bare pussy pressed against her hand,
the hand which had a finger in Joe’s ass.

“I’m going to get one so I can fuck you in
the ass, Joe.” She pulled her finger out, pressed her pussy against
his ass. Pressing hard, flattening her pussy lips against him,
Joe’s wrinkled asshole pressed back against her clit and she
started to hump him. “Like this, but harder. I’m going to fuck your
ass so good you’ll never want anything else.”

“Yes,” Joe gasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”

Kim humped against him, another climax
gathering inside. She rubbed Joe’s cock, leaning over so she could
watch when he came. She loved to watch him come, loved the thick
jets of semen shooting from his cock. She loved everything about
this man, every tiny little part of him. She pumped harder, wishing
she was fucking him now, wishing she had a cock she could thrust
into his pretty little ass.

“Fuck me,” Joe grunted.

“Yes, I’ll fuck you.”

“Fuck me now,” Joe cried and Kim leaned over
as he ejaculated, splashing over the sheets and she laughed as her
own pleasure peaked.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, pumping, jerking
and trembling. “Fuck you... fuck you...”

She collapsed on top of him, her hand
slippery, the sheets once more soiled. She lay scissored against
Joe, her pussy pressed against his balls, their legs tangled and
greedy. She wanted more than was possible, somehow always wanting
more.

Without moving she said, “I want to ask you
something, Joe.”

He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“That sounds serious.”

She laughed softly. “Maybe.”

Joe waited, said, “What?”

“What would you think if I said I wanted to
fuck a woman?”

Joe went quiet, lying still beside her and
she could almost hear the whirr of his thoughts.

“I know we’ve joked about this,” Joe
said.

“Have we? Did you think I was joking?”

“You weren’t?”

“Maybe,” Kim said. “Or maybe I’ve never
found the right woman before.”

“You’re talking about Jenni, aren’t
you?”

Kim nodded, realized he would not see her
face and said, “Yes, Jenni. How would you feel if I told you I
wanted to fuck Jenni?”

Joe was quiet a long time, and when he spoke
he said, “Just you and Jenni?”

Kim laughed and sat up, sitting across his
hips. “You got such a dirty mind. No wonder I love you so
much.”

“No idea what you mean.” Joe trying for
innocence and failing.

Kim leaned over and kissed him, lifted his
hands to her tender breasts. “I almost fucked Jenni the other day
when you were out.” She watched his face for a reaction, but his
cock, not his face, gave her an answer, stiffening against her
thigh, sliding, still slippery, to lodge against her hip.

Kim leaned down again and whispered, “I tied
her to this bed and played with her, Joe. I kissed her, like I kiss
you. I kissed her tits and put my finger in her ass and I licked
her pussy. I wouldn’t let her come and she was begging me to. She
wanted me to fuck her.” Kim put her head next to Joe’s ear and
whispered, “Like she wants you to fuck her. She wants us both to
fuck her. Do you want to fuck her, Joe?”

He nodded. “I want to fuck her, Kim.”

She sat back and looked at him, played with
his cock, enjoying its slick hardness. She reached across him, Joe
kissing her nipples as she stretched. A bottle of baby oil sat on
the nightstand and Kim retrieved it, flicked the cap up and dripped
oil onto Joe’s cock, spread it over his length, dripped more on
until he was slippery and slick. She wriggled so he found her pussy
and then settled on him, their bodies still awkward but better for
that, more fun when it wasn’t so easy.

“I like her a lot,” Kim said.

“So do I.”

“No, you don’t understand. I
really
like her. I asked if she wanted to come live with us.”

“You what? Christ, Kim, what were you
thinking of?”

She realized she had gone too far... until
she saw his eyes. She grinned. “You want that too, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Kim. We can’t do that to her.
She’s not a toy we can play with, she’s a grown woman with her own
life and needs.”

“I know.” She moved against him, aroused by
the way he filled her, by the way his oiled cock moved easily
inside her pussy, aroused by his arousal. “I don’t mean I want to
do anything like that, don’t want to make her do anything she
doesn’t want. She’s so strong; you can see the strength in her. She
doesn’t belong here. I want her to live with us. Not like some
extra part, not like some plaything, but to be with us, fully with
us.”

“God Kim, you can’t suggest that and expect
an answer. I need to think about something as big as that.” Joe
groaned, a flush spreading over his chest and neck. He was pumping
hard against her, lifting her from the bed on each stroke and she
loved the way she was nothing to him, his strength overpowering her
weight as though she were made of feathers.

“I want you to know that what you feel is
okay with me, Joe. I want you to have her too. I want you to do
this to her. I want you to do everything to her... and I think she
wants that too. Oh fuck, Joe, like that, do me like that babe!”

He gripped her waist again, pulling and
lifting, thrusting half sideways into her as she straddled him. Kim
tipped over, felt the wave crest and burst inside her belly and she
shook and flopped at the same time, draping herself over Joe,
pulling his cock free of her pussy so it slapped against her ass
and she grinned and pressed down, his cock meeting the resistance
of her ass and she lifted off then pressed harder, grabbing his
cock and forcing herself down against him. She grabbed the oil and
reached around, twisting and squeezing hard. Clear oil spat from
the bottle and she felt it splash across her ass, felt it pool
between her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” Joe’s voice was
hoarse.

“What do you think? Try, Joe, try for me
babe.”

Kim pressed her slippery ass down against
his cock, pain flooding sharply through her, but it was good too
and Joe stared wide eyed as she forced her weight down hard,
driving him inside. For the first time her ass opened to his cock
and Joe slipped inside her sweet pink anus. The pain was sharp and
sweet but she was coming again, the pain and the sensation of being
filled cancelling each other out, leaving joy he was finally doing
this thing she had wanted for so long.

“Oh babe,” Joe groaned.

“Do it,” Kim hissed, sweat breaking across
her face. “Fuck me, Joe.” She pressed down again and more of his
cock split her apart.

“Ahh!” Joe cried out as he spasmed inside
her, the pain and the wonder making her head spin, but he was
shooting inside her ass. She had wanted this for so long, but God
it hurt, she couldn’t stand the pain long but she wanted it too
much, wanted Joe to spill inside her ass and she pressed down so he
could penetrate her further, spilling inside her again, his semen
lubricating her passage and making progress easier, but still it
hurt so much. Kim was trembling with the pain, but Joe finished
ejaculating and started to soften. The pain eased, faded, still a
shard of glass splitting her in two but now she was full,
fulfilled. Trying to keep him inside she leaned over and kissed
him, licked the sweat from his cheek.