by JT Harding
“I want that too,” she said.
Jenni looked at them, still on her knees. She could reach Joe’s cock now but was suddenly shy. This was the moment, the one she had dreamed of since she had first seen this perfect couple. She nodded and offered her hand.
***
The bedroom window was open and a breeze caught at the light drapes, billowing them into the room. The surf sounded loud, the tide bringing it close. Joe had left his pants on the kitchen floor, pulled his t-shirt off and lay on his back on the bed, hands behind his head, a smile on his handsome face.
Kim removed the cover-up, stripped her bikini briefs off. She turned to Jenni and tugged the ridiculous, wonderful jersey dress over her head, took Jenni’s hand and led her to the bed. There was no sense of oddness, what they were doing seemed the most natural thing in the world. Jenni wanted this, wanted this like she had never wanted anything before.
Jenni knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned over Joe, gripping his cock, finally doing what she had wanted to do since revealing him. She dipped and kissed the smooth head. It was slick with Joe’s pre-cum and Jenni closed her full lips around the base of his glans and let her tongue slip and probe against the oozing opening. She heard Joe gasp. Kim’s head rested against hers. Kim pushed against her, licking Joe’s shaved balls heavy with promise. Jenni wanted him completely. She took him deeper into her mouth, gripping his shaft tight within her lips, wetting half his length. She needed more. Mark had not let her take his cock in her mouth for years, had never wanted her to do this thing she loved. Jenni remembered the last time someone had come in her mouth, is seemed so long ago, and she reached down to touch herself and found her pussy slick and sensitive. She pushed down on Joe, wanting all of him, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her mouth. Jenni opened her lips wider and pressed harder, letting the top of Joe’s cock slide into her throat. She breathed hard through her nose, experiencing no reflex to gag, she never had, only fulfillment.
“Oh my God!” Jenni heard Kim gasp next to her. “How in hell can you do that?”
Jenni couldn’t answer, didn’t want to answer, wanted only the wonderful sensation of Joe’s cock filling her mouth. She began to move against him, bobbing rapidly, wanting him to lose control. She saw Kim move again, glimpsed as she slid down the bed out of sight, then felt Kim once more nestle down behind and start to kiss her ass, her tongue darting out onto Jenni’s asshole. The girl was obsessed, Jenni thought, but it felt so damn good she didn’t care. It seemed as though nothing was out of bounds today... and tomorrow, and the days after that, she could not wait to see what those days brought.
She pulled back until just the very tip of Joe’s cock rested against her lips. Her hand found his shaft, slippery with her own saliva. She dipped again, taking him in one smooth motion all the way inside, pushing her lips down against short pubic hair. She repeated the motion, lifting so he barely touched her lips, drew him in, over and over, aware of Joe growing ever harder inside her mouth. She cradled his balls as they tightened and pulled close. She loved the sense of power in her mouth and body, knowing she possessed a control over both these people. She had not experienced these feelings for so long and reveled in them, reveled in the pleasure she was capable of giving another person.
Joe twisted his fingers into her long hair and it hurt but she didn’t care. He urged her down, ready to commit. Jenni teased with her lips and tongue. Joe’s grip became more forceful. She relented, taking him deep into her throat. Joe jerked suddenly and a gush of hot semen exploded in her mouth and Jenni swallowed hard. Joe erupted again, filling her mouth before she was ready and Jenni knew his cum was dripping from her lips and loved the idea they would both see that. The sensation of him emptying into her mouth sent her over, Kim licking her ass and fingering her clitoris helped and her body responded, shaking and twitching as she came for the second time in quick succession. She had rarely done that before, rarely experienced a second climax so soon after the first. Joe pushed into her mouth, still emptying, his semen coating her cheeks and mouth, trailing along her chin and neck.
Kim darted back up, pushed Jenni on her back and kissed her mouth. Jenni had no choice but to respond, no other decision offered and Kim’s tongue came into her mouth and she found she was kissing back before she realized what was happening. She slumped backward, reveling in the tease of another woman’s breasts against her own, and then Joe was rolling over, still hard. His cock pressed against the closed slit of her pussy and Jenni spread her legs wide, wanting him, wanting it all. She felt Joe’s weight settle against her, felt his hips slide along her thighs, widening her further, his cock opened her slit and entered, the movement steady and fast until Joe was buried deep inside her. Jenni gave a purr far back in her throat and heard Kim laugh at her reaction.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Kim whispered against her mouth.
Jenni nodded. “He feels so good. So big.”
“Mm, I like it,” Kim said, twisting to watch. “I like watching Joe fuck you, watching his cock inside your pussy.” Kim kissed Jenni’s breasts. “You are so beautiful, baby.”
Joe leaned down and kissed the other breast. Kim and Joe lifted their heads and kissed each other. A sound escaped Jenni as she watched their mouths work against each other directly in front of her. This could not be happening to her, but it was, the reality of her sensations swamping her. Joe whispered something into Kim’s ear and she grinned. Joe tugged Jenni hard, moving her down the bed and Kim’s breasts slid against her. Jenni reached with her lips, found a nipple and licked it. The sweet taste of milk ran across her tongue and Jenni lifted her head and took the nipple deep into her mouth, sucking hard, moaning as Kim’s milk spurted against her tongue.
Kim pulled away and Joe’s mouth replaced Jenni’s. Jenni saw Kim’s milk trail down Joe’s chin when he sat back. All the time he continued the solid pumping inside her and Jenni pushed against him, astounded at how good the sensation was, regretting all the years of accepting what she had when something as strong as this existed in the world. Kim sat up and kissed Joe, pressing against him. The move raised her body and she lifted a leg and straddled Jenni’s waist, pushing her pussy against Joe’s belly. Jenni gripped Kim’s waist in her hands, such a tiny waist. She ran her hands down over Kim’s ass, slim and pert. A moment’s hesitation stopped her before she laughed softly and slipped her fingers between Kim’s legs to find her pussy wet and welcoming.
Kim arched her back, pressing down on Jenni’s fingers. Kim leaned against Joe and inch by inch moved her ass back along Jenni’s body. As Kim moved backward Jenni dipped her fingers deeper inside. Kim’s leg brushed her chin. She turned and kissed insider her thigh. Kim came further back and Jenni was flooded with the realization of what Kim wanted, flooded with the realization she wanted it too. Jenni gripped Kim’s hips and pulled her back, extending her tongue as Kim’s pussy settled against her mouth. Another first. Another wonderful first. Jenni tasted the nectar of Kim’s pussy, tasted another woman for the very first time and wondered why she had denied herself this for so long. There had been girls in High School, and afterwards; women who let it be known they wanted her. Jenni was aware many people wanted her, but even though it was a fact of her life she never translated that want into a sense of self-worth. She searched inside Kim with her tongue, discovering her taste, the sensation of another woman against her mouth unbelievable. She shifted focus and moved back and up, to the place obsessing Kim. Jenni was beyond restraint, beyond disgust. She circled Kim’s tiny pink asshole with her tongue, touched the center. For a brief moment she waited, tasting the other woman, waiting for something to stop her but nothing did, and she made her tongue hard and pushed against the tight ring.
Kim’s hand came down against her breasts, pulling and kneading them, almost painful but wonderful. Jenni reached around and found Kim’s clitoris and rubbed it hard as Kim worked against her tongue. Kim was gasping, starting to shake, and Jenni realized she was making this happen. The knowl
edge she was capable of doing this to the gorgeous Kim filled her beyond capacity and she knew she was going to come as well, allowing herself to peak at the same time so they both jerked and shook against each other.
Jenni heard Joe’s breathing quicken as he watched them both quake with pleasure. He pulled out of her as Kim slumped backward. Joe moved fast, straddling Jenni’s waist. He rubbed himself hard but Jenni half sat and pushed his hand aside, replacing it with her own. She wanted to be the one making him come. Joe groaned and curled over. Jenni rubbed fast, looking down at him as the first jet splashed across her breasts, then another and Joe twitched and gasped. Jenni stroked him until he pulled away, growing sensitive. Jenni spread his semen over her breasts, lost in abandoned sensation.
Joe rolled aside and came back to cradle her against him. Kim moved to her other side. Their hands touched her body, her face and neck and breasts and belly, sliding through the slippery semen that covered her, sliding through the sweat that coated them all. Kim tilted Jenni’s chin in her fingers and kissed her, then Joe tilted her the other way and repeated the offering.
“I hope you don’t mind getting messy,” Joe said. “I wasn’t sure if you were using any birth control, and I thought...” He took the crumpled sheet and starting wiping away the trails of semen he had deposited across her. He used the sheets to wipe her clean, working away until she was dry.
Joe’s tenderness made Jenni choke up inside, but she forced a laugh. “I liked getting messy, Joe. And I’m on the pill, but it would have been okay anyway.” A thrill ran through her as she thought of Joe filling her with his cum. Of his seed merging with hers and a life growing inside her belly. A wave of sadness rolled through Jenni as she realized what she had been suppressing all these years. Yes, she wanted a baby, more than one, but Mark was never going to give in. She felt tears well in her eyes. Oh God, what was she going to do? Here in this sun washed bedroom was not real; back home in her tiny house reality lay and she would have to return there.
“Hey babe,” Kim sat up, touching the tears tracking along Jenni’s cheek. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”
Jenni shook her head. “It’s not you. It’s me. My fucking shit life, that’s what this is all about.”
Joe looked at Kim across her body, looked back. “You can change your life, if you want.”
Jenni laughed through the hitching in her chest. “Yeah, and Pinocchio’s going to turn into a real boy.”
Kim kissed her cheek. “You can do anything you want, Jenni. This is your life... come with us, if that’s what you want.”
Jenni heard her words but didn’t hear them.
“What am I going to do? I...” She stopped suddenly, afraid of what she had been about to say. She was incapable of uttering those words, not now, not yet; maybe never.
“We want you,” Kim said, her face close to Jenni’s. “If you want it too, you can have this, Jenni, have this all the time. We both want you to come home with us.”
This time Jenni heard and she rolled her head to look at Kim. A spark of hope flared in her breast, but she doused the emotion. “Why?” she asked, her voice colder than she meant.
“Because we love you,” Kim said.
Jenni looked across at Joe. He continued stroking her breasts, fascinated, but he was watching the exchange between Jenni and his wife.
“How can you love me,” Jenni said, still holding herself back. “You hardly know me. You only met me two weeks ago.”
“Time means nothing to the heart,” Kim said. “We both know how we feel about you.”
Jenni glanced back at Joe. “What about you?” she asked. “Do you think the same way?”
He nodded, looking into her eyes. “We have never met anyone like you, Jenni. We want you to come and live with us.”
Jenni laughed, a harsh bark. “Fuck!” she exhaled. “I’m not some fucking sex toy!”
“Jenni,” Kim said, and Jenni heard tears in her voice too. “We don’t want you for that. Well, not just for that, because I do want sex with you, lots and lots of sex, you and me, you and Joe, me and Joe, all of us together. I want that. We both want that. But only if you do too. More than anything else we want to set you free, to let you be the woman we know you are, the woman we know you can be.”
Jenni watched Kim struggling to say what she needed, but it still seemed wrong to her.
“You can’t stay here,” Joe said, his voice soft and reasonable and Jenni turned on her side to face him. His hand rested on her hip and Kim pressed against her from behind. “We love you because you’re strong, Jen. You’ve hit us both hard. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and this is as tough on us as I can see it is for you. That doesn’t mean it’s wrong, babe. We want you so much... but we know it’s your decision, and we’ll respect whatever decision you make.”
Jenni looked at him as she lay sandwiched between man and wife. Conflicting emotions warred inside her. She wanted to accept their offer, wanted to lie like this between them forever, make love to both, watch Ami grow into a woman. Another side was afraid, feared the change and the danger, a small part of her believing she didn’t deserve happiness. She feared these two may only be playing with her and would discard her when they grew tired of their toy.
She shook her head, trying to rattle the confusion out. From the other room they heard a cry as Ami woke. Kim rolled away and padded through. The crying stopped.
“I don’t know how I can say this,” Joe said, “not without it sounding strange and creepy, but I love you, Jenni, and Kim loves you too.”
Kim came back into the room, Ami on her hip, happy now.
“Ami loves you as well,” Kim said, and laid her daughter down on Jenni’s naked belly. Ami squirmed happily and Jenni put her arms around the tiny body and held her against her as more tears flowed, but these were not the same tears as before. These were tears of joy.
Chapter 16
Kim smiled looking through the kitchen window, watching as Joe and Jenni walked down the beach to the breakers. They were comfortable, relaxed with each other. Jenni said something to make Joe laugh and Kim felt something turn over inside her, something good. No room existed in her heart for jealousy. Jenni might make the break and come to New York with them, she might not. Whatever the decision, Kim felt secure with Joe. Even though the situation was new to them both, she held a conviction her relationship with Joe had permanence. Kim smiled, wondering where her obsession with sex had come from. Before Ami, before the pregnancy, she and Joe enjoyed a good sex life but it had never been spectacular, more lukewarm than hot. Since Ami arrived Kim sensed a change inside herself, and so far the change seemed permanent. She had never looked at another woman before with anything other than friendship. Only four months into her pregnancy she discovered herself wondering how old friends might look naked. She made no move to act on these thoughts, but both she and Joe benefited from the new awakening inside her. Now, with this wonderful woman who had, almost literally, washed up on their doorstep, the world was tilting on its axis.
Joe and Jenni reached the breakers and pushed through. Kim shaded her eyes until she lost sight of them among the swell, turned back to finish preparing dinner. Ami was sitting on the floor, her nappy-padded bottom tilting her forward and every now and again she waved her legs and arms and scooted across the slick wooden floor, making incoherent words that meant something only to her.
***
As Joe reached the water he turned back and waved, not sure if Kim remained at the window or not. Sun reflected off glass hiding the evidence of anyone standing on the other side. He turned back to the ocean, heavy waves washing against him and he grinned, enjoying the way Jenni’s body slipped through the water, the way muscle moved beneath her skin. He did not see the big shiny pickup parked on the road behind their house, pulled up on the side of the track. Even if he had seen he would have suspected nothing. Kids were always driving down to the beach to make out or park and go surfing.
***
Mark
Adams sat in the cab of his pickup and lit a new cigarette from the butt of the old. A pint bottle of cheap bourbon rested uncapped on the seat beside him. The distant figures of his wife and the city guy moved through the surf and started to swim beyond the breakers. Dead man walking, Mark thought, and chuckled to himself. That bitch wife of his too. Mark’s own bitch wife as well, he supposed. All had to go. They couldn’t treat him like this. He knew exactly what was going on, and whatever happened next was down to them, not him. Rich city slickers coming to his town, playing around with his wife. No one would blame him. Hell, he deserved a medal.
He should be on his way to meet the guys now, and he experienced a moment’s regret. Couldn’t be avoided. He had more important business to take care of here.
He straightened and flicked his cigarette through the window. Okay. Decision made. The bitch first. The baby next, he guessed, though he experienced a brief moment of guilt the baby would have to go. Maybe not the baby. Mark leaned his head back against the seat, his surge of energy draining away, and closed his eyes. He was suddenly bone weary. How was a man supposed to sleep when his wife was fucking complete strangers? How many times had she done this before and he hadn’t known? Perhaps he’d rest up for a minute, get his strength back; not that he was going to need much strength for these city folk. He sucked on a new cigarette, moved his head so it rested in the angle between seat and door. He heard surf pounding against the sand, a sound he heard most nights of his life as he lay awake into the small hours, trying to damp down the anger burning in his gut.
***
Kim finished cubing beef and chopping vegetables, placed everything in one large pot and turned the oven on low. The stew could sit as long as needed now. Ami would need another feed in an hour, and Jenni and Joe would be back by then. If Ami went down after her feed, Kim wanted to go back upstairs. She had unfinished business, an ache in her loins she felt might never be satisfied.
