The Beach House (6 page)

Joe slapped her fingers aside. “No – you
come next, babe. You’re not allowed to touch.”

“Want to touch,” Kim groaned.

Joe shook his head. “No. Tell me what else
you want.”

“You know what I want.”

“I do, but you got to tell me. You got to
ask me, Kimmy.”

“Not fair.”

Joe removed his fingertip from her ass,
wetted to the knuckle and pressed back inside, further than before.
The tight ridged wall closed around his finger and his cock was
fully erect now, pressed against Kim’s side. She reached for him
again. Joe used one hand to grab her wrist and lift it above her
head. She tried to reach around with the other and he caught that
too, held them in his large hand, easily gripping both wrists,
pressing them down on the bed above Kim’s head.

“Joe,” Kim moaned. “Please babe, you know
what I want you to do to me.”

“What’s that, Kim?” Joe said into her ear,
nuzzling a sensitive spot until her arms pimpled again. The cheeks
of her ass and thighs as well, blooming into gooseflesh as he
nibbled and licked her neck.

“I want you to play with my ass, Joe,” Kim
said into the pillow, her voice muffled.

“I am, babe,” he said, pressing his finger
deeper. Kim pushed back against him, trying to force it further
inside.

“More,” she said. “I want more than your
finger.”

“What do you want?” he asked, kissing her
narrow shoulder blades. He moved lower, tracing the edge of her
ribs with his tongue.

“Oh yes Joe, go on babe...” she sighed.

“Tell me,” he said again, pausing as his
lips reached the first bloom of her ass. His finger turned, pushed,
withdrew and entered again.

“Oh please, Joe... please...”

He licked the side of her hip, drew his
tongue to the center of her back and kissed once more. Kim lifted
herself, opening her ass to him. Joe lifted his head and started to
move back along her side, kissing as he went. He felt her trying to
free her hands, trying to wriggle from his grasp.

“No!” she gasped. “Other way, Joe, please,
the other way.”

He smiled against her skin, so smooth and
soft, so wonderfully scented by motherhood.

“Tell me,” he said.

“You bastard,” she hissed.

“You got to tell me what you want, Kimmy.
Bad girls only get if they ask.”

“You know, Joe. Don’t make me say it,
babe.”

“I don’t know, Kim. You got to tell me.”

“Ohh…” Kim groaned into the pillow, twisting
hard against him and he gripped her wrists tighter and held her
down, but he moved his mouth along her back until he reached once
more the spot where her spine tucked inside the flare of her ass
and she stopped fighting him.

“Ask me, Kim,” he said, and something in his
voice caused her to shiver.

“Lick me,” Kim said.

“Where?” Joe whispered.

“Lick my asshole, Joe.”

He grinned, finally moving down, letting his
tongue trail saliva along the deep crack of her ass. He hesitated,
teasing again before moving to his target. He withdrew his finger,
placed the tip of his tongue where his finger had been and circled
Kim’s perfect pink opening.

“Like this?” he asked.

Joe sensed her head shake somewhere up out
of his sight.

“No, Joe. Inside. I want your tongue inside
my ass.”

Joe stiffened his tongue and pushed, barely
opening her, tasting the musk of her ass, loving the way she
tasted, loving every single thing about her.

“Like this?” he asked, withdrawing.

Again the shake of her head. “Inside, Joe,”
she moaned. “All the way inside me.”

He grinned and returned to the spot he knew
was Kim’s most sensitive, repeated the process but this time
pushing harder, opening her wide to his tongue and probing inside.
The ridged muscle walls granted willing access and he pushed again
until his lips pressed flat against her ass, his tongue deep
inside. Kim lifted up to him, raising her hips high so he entered
as deeply as possible, pushing back against him. Joe finally
released her wrists, used his hands to lift her hips against him,
and Kim reached underneath, her arm against his face as she pushed
her own fingers into her pussy. Joe heard a soft liquid sound as
she probed herself, smelled the aroma of her sex coming from
between her legs.

This obsession with her ass was something
new. Something Kim had wanted since getting pregnant. Almost at
once the slightly staid lovemaking they had enjoyed was swept
aside. Joe still remembered the almost electric shock that ran
through his body the first time she rolled over and stuck her ass
in the air, making plain what she needed. He had been tentative
that first time, until discovering how wonderful she tasted, and
how the act excited him, the taboo arousing them both.

Kim lay beneath him now, close to coming,
and he pulled away. She groaned as Joe reached underneath and
tugged her fingers from her pussy. She wanted slow, he could give
her slow. He dragged himself up and gripped his cock, placed the
head against her wet asshole. They had tried this several times
before, both wanting this, but the act proved impossible, Kim too
tight. They had persisted as her belly grew but each time, however
long they took in preparation, however much lube they applied, when
Joe pressed, pushing the thick head of his cock against her ass,
Kim encouraged him before crying out as her tight orifice rejected
any invasion. It wasn’t the pain, she said, she wanted him inside
her, but he was too big and she too small. Since that attempt his
tongue and finger had been what she wanted, or what she had settled
for, still wanting more, always hoping to take the next step.

Joe teased Kim, pressing lightly, watching
as her ass widened around the head of his cock.

“Yes,” she gasped and he pressed harder, but
what they were attempting was impossible. Kim pushed back against
him, pushed hard but the physics were wrong, camels and eyes of
needles, so instead he humped against her, his cock lightly
touching her ass and when her legs began to collapse he pulled away
again and gave her a moment. Kim shivered and he saw she was on the
point of coming. He stroked her back, the cheeks of her slim ass,
slipped his hand inside her thighs and pulled them open.

“Fuck me, Joe,” she said.

“I thought you wanted slow?”

“Fuck slow. Do me, babe, do me now.”

Kim lifted her hips in the air. She twisted
and turned her back to Joe. His cock was solid and aching, pulsing
in time to his rapid heartbeat. He grasped her hips and walked on
his knees between her legs, let the tip of his cock rest lightly
against the engorged lips of her pussy.

For the first time since starting he looked
at the north window, his higher position allowing him a view across
to the other house. He wondered if the blinds hid them from view or
not, and realized he didn’t care. The idea of the beautiful
stranger seeing them fuck ran like an electric current through his
body. He pressed forward and slid inside. Kim gasped once before
putting her head down on the edge of the bed and pushing back onto
his cock.

Joe reached around and cupped a breast,
aroused at the slickness against his palm as Kim leaked milk. He
let a small amount gather in his palm before spreading the warm
liquid over her breast and Kim moaned into the covers. Joe kissed
her shoulder, stroking steadily into her now, hearing her growing
excitement, knowing she was almost ready.

When he looked up again the woman had come
out on the faded porch and was standing with her arms wrapped
around the back of her neck. She had changed into a pair of denim
shorts and t-shirt, a gap between shorts and top showing her navel,
full breasts stretching the top. She was looking out across the
beach toward the sea.

“Don’t stop,” Kim gasped, and Joe realized
he had slowed.

“She’ll see us,” he said.

Kim lifted her head and saw the woman. Joe
paused, waiting for her to turn in their direction.

“Don’t stop, Joe,” Kim repeated.

He started to thrust once more, expecting
Kim to drop her head again, but she kept it raised, continuing to
gaze at the woman. Maybe a hundred feet separated their window from
the porch of the other house. Not far.

Kim tightened around his cock and Joe
recognized the signs. She was within seconds of coming.

The woman lowered her arms, bent at the
waist and placed her palms flat on the wooden floor of the porch.
She performed the movement easily, naturally, expending no effort.
Kim moaned and reached beneath herself, finding Joe’s balls with
her palm.

The woman straightened and shook her
shoulders, stepped down off the porch and turned right, toward
their house. Her head stayed down until she reached the corner of
the porch. As she turned to go behind the house she lifted her eyes
and gazed across the gap. She was staring directly into the bedroom
window, directly at them. Her expression didn’t change, and Joe was
unable to tell if she could see them or not.

“She’s watching us fuck,” Kim gasped, but
didn’t stop, if anything riding back harder against Joe, starting
to twitch and gasp as her climax gathered and peaked. “Fuck me,
Joe,” she grunted.

He gripped her hips hard and thrust deep
inside.

“No!” Kim gasped as she shook. “On my ass.
Come on my ass, Joe.”

He pulled out as the first splash of semen
erupted from his cock, aimed and let most of his stream splash over
Kim’s parted ass, and she jerked and cried out as Joe’s semen
sprayed hot against her. Joe watched his seed slide along the crack
of her ass as a second stream erupted, and he aimed the jet
directly against Kim’s asshole. He looked up, and the woman was
still standing beside the house. She had stopped on the corner of
the porch, only a hundred feet separating her from their window,
and she continued to look across. The idea she was observing them
raised conflicting emotions in Joe. Excitement at being watched by
her, embarrassment for the same reason. Excitement won and he shot
again, arcing harder so the stream of cum spattered along Kim’s
back. Her head was up and she too was looking across to the other
house, mouth open. She bucked suddenly as a second climax hit her
and milk splashed from her right breast and pooled on the
sheet.

Joe finally moved beyond the oblivion of his
climax and leaned over Kim, spreading the slippery semen across the
cheeks of her ass, pushing some inside her ass with his finger. Kim
sank on to her belly, her head to one side, hair plastered around
her face and neck.

“She saw us, Joe,” Kim whispered.

“I’m not sure.” Joe lay beside her, stroking
her back.

“She did. She could see us. She was watching
you come on me.”

Joe kissed her shoulder. “How do you feel
about that, if she was watching?”

Kim giggled. “Made it special, Joe. Made it
really special.”

Joe looked past Kim’s shoulder as the woman
turned away, continued walking along the side of the house to where
the rusted fender of a pickup showed. He reached around Kim and
cupped her breast, wetness under his hand where she had splashed
herself, and pulled her back against his body, wanting more of
her.

***

Joe tore salad leaves, reached for the small
Sabatier from the wooden knife block on the beech worktop, and used
it to peel an Avocado. He tossed the soiled knife in the wash-bowl
before reaching for the big knife, his favorite because the sleek
metal oozed quality and purpose. Joe had always liked quality.
Quality was what first attracted him to Kim. The knife sliced the
tomatoes without effort, Joe unaware of doing anything. He sliced
cucumber as though made of air. He loved this knife, so instead of
tossing it after the first he gently washed the ten inch steel
blade then dried the metal carefully before slipping the knife back
into the slot in the heavy wood block. Behind him he heard Kim
snort. He turned to see Ami clasping her breast.

“What?” he asked.

“The way you make love to that knife I’m
getting worried about you, Joe.”

“It’s a work of art.”

She made the snort again. “You know what
they say about men and knives.”

“No, what do they say?”

Kim used her free hand to make an obscene
gesture, reminding Joe of what they had been doing only a few hours
before.

“Yeah, well, you don’t seem to mind a little
knife action
now and then, I’ve noticed.” He jerked his hips
at her.

Kim laughed, disturbing Ami who grizzled at
her interrupted feeding. Kim took the opportunity to change her to
the other nipple.

“You making out you got ten inches as well?”
she asked sweetly.

“Never had any complaints,” Joe said,
grinning.

Kim chuckled and winked at him. “I wonder
what that would be like, Joe. A ten inch cock.”

“Not sure about ten inches,” Joe said. “Four
might be more suitable. You’d probably be able to get four inches
up your ass.”

“Oh, Joe!” Kim threw a cup at him, laughing.
Joe reached out and snatched it from the air one handed, placed the
cup on the worktop.

“Only thinking of you, babe,” he said.

After lunch was cleared away Joe stretched,
cracking joints in
his back, and said, “I’m going stir crazy,
Kim. I need to get out and do something. You want to come along the
beach?”

Kim shook her head. “I might sunbathe if you
don’t mind taking Ami with you so I can get a break?”

“Sure,” Joe said. “I’d love to take my
daughter for a walk. Well a carry, anyway.”

While Joe found the baby sling and settled
Ami, Kim finished putting plates away. Kim disappeared into the
bedroom, returning as Joe stood on the porch trying to decide which
direction to go. North would take him past the other beach houses
and to where the beach was busier – though not so busy this time of
year. If he turned south dunes rose inland and he could walk a mile
to where the river cut through to the sea. Ami gurgled against his
bare chest, tiny hands waving beneath his chin, trying to reach up
to his face. Kim had changed out of t-shirt and shorts into bikini
bottoms and a loose, almost transparent throw slung around her
waist. She had not bothered with the bikini top, tempting Joe to
forget all about his walk and take her straight back inside.