by JT Harding
Fuck! The thought seared through her brain. I finally find people who really like me and I’m going to be killed in my bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Finish, she cried in her head. Finish and let me live.
Through the dimness she heard a final loud grunt and Mark jerked against her. Done. He rolled away and Jenni finally drew in a gasp of air, her throat sore, her lungs aching. She pulled her nightdress down but didn’t dare go clean up yet. She lay listening to Mark’s breathing slow. Almost immediately he began to snore, lying on his back with his mouth open.
Jenni slipped from the bed and went through to the small bathroom, wiped herself clean with a damp washcloth and splashed water on her face. Twice in one week, she thought, trying to remember the last time Mark had instigated sex twice in a month, let alone a week. Why now? She shook her head, knowing why. Because he no longer cared what he did to her. Because his business was going down the pan and he didn’t know how to stop it. Because anger, not Jenni, offered him comfort.
She turned on the light above the mirror and checked herself over. Finger marks showed red on her neck, but she didn’t think they were going to bruise. Which was more than she could say for her ribs. Already a shadow had formed and by morning would be a deep blue. She would have to miss swimming tomorrow, or at least skip swimming with Joe. No way was she going to let them see what Mark had done to her.
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.
Chapter 12
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, sa
t 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.
“What the fuck was that!” Joe moaned.
“What I’ve always wanted, my love.” His cock slipping from her now, even that withdrawal burning and Kim pushed him free and slumped back holding her stomach.
“I didn’t think we could do that,” Joe said, breathing hard.
“Nothing’s impossible if you want it enough.”
“I hurt you, babe.”
She nodded. “I wanted you more than the hurt, Joe. Much, much more.”
“Oh my God.”
Kim nodded. “I don’t think we’ll be able to try again for a while.” She giggled.
“Emergency room?” Joe asked, concerned now.
“Not quite. Close, but not quite
.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, rolling over as he cradled her in his arms.
Kim shook her head. “I wanted that, Joe, you know I did. It wasn’t about you. I’ve always wanted that and I needed it now, more than the pain.” She kissed him on his eyelids, his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips. “I love you, Joe.”
“I love you too, Kim.”
“You better had after what we just did,” she said, and slapped him on the chest.
Chapter 13
Jenni didn’t come around the following day either, and Kim began to worry she had scared her off, the passion too strong from her, or maybe too strong in Jenni. Tuesday morning they went to the small super-mart in town, and when Kim and Joe turned into the middle aisle they almost ran straight into Jenni. Ami, happily sitting in the baby seat of their trolley recognized Jenni and gave a little squeal, her pudgy arms waving to be picked up.
“Jenni,” Kim said, reaching for the taller woman’s hand, stopping as Jenni gave a tiny shake of her head and her eyes flashed an unmistakable warning.
Joe nodded at her and went to push the trolley past.
“Who’s this?” A man’s voice, gruff but not deep enough to carry much menace, the voice of someone who smokes and drinks too much.
“This is Joe and Kim Fransiscus,” Jenni said, turning to the man, her shoulders stiff. “I told you about them, Mark. They’re staying in the Bradley place on the beach.”
“The writer,” Mark said. His eyes were unwelcoming and even at eleven in the morning Joe smelled whiskey on his breath.
Jenni flinched as her husband turned to her and Joe’s muscles tensed, ready to defend her.
“We need to get on,” Mark said, not looking at Joe.
Jenni glanced at them and offered a lift of her shoulders. “I’ll see you around. Come on Mark, we need steak.”
“Too right.” He glared at Joe but it was a fake look and carried no menace. Joe was surprised at the man, having built him into some giant hate figure in his mind. Mark was whip thin with dark, lank hair already starting to recede. He wore stained overalls and had not shaved for a couple of days. He was not tall or strong or mean only sad and weedy. How in hell, Joe wondered, had someone as wonderful as Jenni ended up with this man?
