The Beach House (21 page)

“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 knowledge 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.

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.