The Beach House by JT Harding Read Free Book Online Page B

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.