The Homecoming

by Patricia Pellicane

  “So you like that, do you?”

  “Like what?” she returned, refusing to allow him the victory.

  He grinned as his hands smoothed over her firm flesh. “You know I’m surely likin’ these huge, gorgeous, tits. I’m wonderin’ how do you stand up with them bein’ so big?”

  “How do you, with that enormous thing between your legs?”

  He grunted a short sound of agreement. “It ain’t always that big. It only gets that way when I look at—or think about, you.”

  He gathered her breasts together and played with her nipples. She forced back the need to groan. Back and forth, his mouth moved over her, his tongue tickling each nipple till she thought she’d go mad. And then his teeth gently wiggled the hard, extended tips, and tugged and bit, and tugged and bit her again and sucked until her senses swam. Her breathing grew to low gasping groans, her mind helplessly screaming for more.

  She was going to come. Not all women could come when a man played with their nipples, but she could. At least with this man’s teasing she could. Her hips rose from the bed, desperate for him to never stop. She whimpered, she cried, and all of it was beyond ecstasy. She forgot the game. She only wanted more.

  He pinched and rolled her nipples until they grew into tight nubs. Hard, harder. She groaned, knowing he couldn’t pinch them hard enough to suit. Beyond her control her hips rose and jerked forward and back. She shivered. She shook helplessly in the throes of a powerful, blinding climax.

  He grinned as the convulsing trauma began to ease at last. She settled back and moaned a soft sound of exhaustion. “You're a hot little piece of ass.”

  Meg breathed a deep sigh. “I couldn’t stop it.”

  “I know baby. I love to watch you come. It’s damn near killing me not to shove my cock into that hot luscious pussy, but not yet. We’ve got some playin’ to do. But first I need to lick up some of that sweet, creamy cum . Damn, but I’ve been waiting for this.”

  He leaned back, and with his hands under her hips he brought her to his mouth. A moment later he buried his face in her sweet, moist flesh. He groaned.

  He spoke into her heated moisture, “Damn, but you taste luscious.”

  He licked her and sucked her, and inhaled, breathing in her scent and Meg knew she was helpless against this delicious assault. There was no way to stop it. “I’m going to come again,” she groaned.

  A heaviness spread over her lower body; a heaviness which soon grew into a throbbing ache and began to squeeze at her stomach. Beyond all thought, it forced her to raise her pussy toward him, longing, almost begging for more—for him to never stop licking her clit, never stop nuzzling his mouth against her.

  Her belly grew tight, and tighter still, promising pain and glory, bringing her into the wild throes of madness. She trembled, a mindless being seeking only her own pleasure, unable to think beyond this one magical moment that promised searing ecstasy. The involuntary spasms came at last, twisting at her stomach, a hard, hurting, aching pleasure and she knew only insanity lest he continue. He had to give her more. Her hips jerked forward and up, and she cried out at the luscious waves of ecstasy.

  Endless moments later she sighed. Her body felt heavy, replete, as he lowered her hips to the bed again. She strove for boredom but managed only a breathless, shuddering slur, “Are you going to keep this up all night?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  She almost groaned at the thought. She felt drunk with exhaustion, with the intense pleasure just suffered and wondered how she managed to speak at all. “What I want is for you to go away.”

  “Do you? Well that’s too bad, isn’t it, ‘cause I want to fuck.” And with that he slid his cock into her pussy.

  Deep and slow, his muscles tightened, his arms trembled. She couldn’t imagine anything better. It was beyond delicious. She wished he would fuck her until tomorrow. He pulled back, his cock harder than ever, and stroked her G spot. It took just a few strokes and without a hint of what was about to happen, she came again.

  It crashed upon her in a violent assault of her senses. She had no control. Her hips pumped wildly against him almost viciously, aching for all he could give her, while her muscles tightened and sucked him deeper into her. Moments later his body went stiff, tense, harder than steel, and his breathing became nearly nonexistent. He jerked forward. She squeezed his cock from within, and they both cried out their pleasure as his hot juices emptied into her.

  “Damn, how many times was that?” he asked, moments later. He played with her nipples, his cock still buried deep inside her. “How many times do you come with your husband?”

  “What the hell do you care?”

  He shrugged. “It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, baby. You can’t help it if you got a hot pussy.”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “Maybe, but I know what to do with a hot piece when I got my dick inside her.”

  “I hate you.”

  “That don’t matter none. All that matters is that you come again. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock. How do you suppose I could make that happen?”

  “You can’t.” It was a ridiculous thing to say because they both knew he could, knew he just had. Still he didn’t take her up on what was obviously a dare, but laughed instead.

  “Oh, God, do you have to talk? Just do what you have to do and get out.”

  “Sorry, but that’s not goin’ to happen for a spell.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means that I expect to stay on for a bit.”

  “Do you? And what happens when my maid comes tomorrow?”

  “Why, you lookin’ to see if she’ll join us?”

  She shot his shadowy face a dirty look and watched him grin. “Sorry, I’m not into that sort of thing.”

  He shrugged. “That’s fine with me, baby. You’re enough, maybe more than enough, for any man.”

  “So, can I expect you to leave before she comes?”

  “Does she come, do you think?” Even in the near dark she could see the twinkle in his eyes.

  “I think she’s old enough to be your mother. You’re beyond disgusting.”

  He chuckled and then nuzzled his mouth against the warmth of her neck. “Before I came upstairs, I left a note on your front door telling her to come back next week.”

  “Next week? My God, are you planning on keeping me in bed for a week?”

  “It’s an interestin’ thought. Would you like that?”

  “No, I wouldn’t like that,” she tried to buck him off her.

  He shook his head. “Now don’t be hasty, sweetheart. Think of the fun we could have. You’ve already come three times and it’s only been a few minutes. I’m thinkin’ you’d like that just fine.”

  “And I think you need a doctor.”

  He murmured a low, “You are adorable.”

  “Oh, my God,” she groaned as she struggled to rid herself of him. “Get off me.”

  He only grunted and heartlessly rammed his cock deeper into her. He smiled at her low, helpless groan of pleasure.

  “All right, let’s go one more time.”

  “What do you mean, one more time?”

  “I want you to come again. I want to feel you sucking and squeezing at my cock, your muscles pulling it deep into your hot tunnel. And baby it really is a hot one. Jesus, I can’t remember when I’ve ever had one this hot.” With his dick deep inside her, his thumb began to play with her clit, causing the tiny sensitive numb to extend and harden and Meg to moan in helpless pleasure. “This feels good, doesn’t it?

  Meg groaned, knowing nothing could feel better. “No, it doesn’t feel good.”

  “You mean you’re moaning ‘cause you hate it?”

  “That’s right, I always moan when I hate something.”

  He laughed again. “It don’t matter none. I surely do like it when you cry out your pleasure.”

  “That’s not why I…” She hesitated and finished with, “And I don’t cry out.”

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nbsp; He grinned and buried his face in the warmth of her neck. “Like I said, you’re adorable.”

  “Do you have to do this?”

  “Yes, I have to do this.” Moving up the length of her, he kissed her, only he never actually touched his lips to hers.

  Instead, he kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her ears and throat, and his finger never stopped moving. His tongue bathed her ears, his teeth worried her lobes, his lips tickled her shoulders, his teeth bit her everywhere—especially her nipples until they were throbbing, aching buds of straining pleasure—and still his finger didn’t stop moving. Finally, his mouth returned to hers. Breathing hard against her, he teased the corners of her lips with his tongue. Helplessly, she turned to him, capturing his lips with her own.

  She was dying for him, dying for him to never stop moving his finger. Nothing else mattered but the feel of his mouth on hers, the taste his flesh, the scent of his breath and the torment of his constantly moving hands. God, he’d driven her out of her mind with wanting. And she was coming again. Nothing and no one could stop it.

  And just as he’d predicted, her body sucked his deep into her blazing heat. At the force of his dick grinding into her, she groaned her pleasure. Moments later, she felt his body give in to her wants. In jerking convulsive spasms, he again emptied his hot juices into her. His body trembled. He thrust hard one last time and she cried out at an amazing, shattering, climax.

  Gasping for breath, she lay still, exhausted, and tried to think of what had just happened. She’d just come again, twice and at the same time. Within an hour her body had found release a total of five times.

  They lay still for some long moments, and she strove to soften the pounding of her heart and ease her irregular breathing.

  “Untie my hands, Jack,” she urged still breathless, but finished with the game. “Untie me, now.”

  “Wait, I need to kiss you again.”

  “You can kiss me with my hands untied.”

  Only she never gave him the chance. The moment her hands were free, she threw him off and grinned with undisguised pleasure as he lay at her side, waiting for her next move. In seconds she was upon him, straddling his waist, his hands on her thighs.

  His hands reached behind her to play with her ass. She shoved them aside. “Don’t touch me,” she said. “Hold on to the headboard.”

  He groaned. “Come on Meg.”

  “It’s my turn,” she insisted. “You want me to tie you?”

  “I’ll hold on,” he said, apparently seeing the wisdom of her request. “I can only hope I won’t be disappointed.”

  She laughed softly. “Now,” she soothed as she bit his nipple and smiled at his body’s involuntary jerk in response and then soothed the supposed injury with her tongue. “I think you need a lesson in how to treat a lady.”

  “You think so?”

  “I definitely think so.”

  “Do you have a particular lady in mind?”

  “Do you?” she dared and then smiled at his flash of white teeth. “A wise man would watch what he’s saying about now,” she said, her mouth lowering to his belly, she worked her way down his body.

  “There’s only one lady, Meg. There’s always only been one.”

  She chuckled and spread a line of kisses over his stomach. “You’re even smarter than I thought.”

  “Not smart. Honest.”

  She looked up at him and smiled. “All right, where was I?”

  “You were about here,” he said, his right hand releasing its hold on the bed post to point out his ever—growing cock.

  “You said you were honest. I hadn’t gotten that far yet.”

  He chuckled. “Sorry, I’m probably just a bit anxious.”

  Meg’s kisses reached her destination at last. Her mouth brushed over his cock, eliciting a soft groan. “Oh, here you are." She sent him a mischievous grin. "I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

  “I could have showed you where he was.”

  “You mean you knew all along and I’ve been kissing the rest of you for nothing?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t say for nothing.”

  “You know I missed this little guy while I was away.”

  “He missed you too,” And apparently realizing what she’d just said, he gave a low threatening growl. “What do you mean little?”

  She giggled softly, her mouth smothering most of her merriment as she continued to kiss him. “I only mean little compared to the rest of you. He’s actually quite something, wouldn’t you say?”

  “I’d say he surely enjoys it when you talk nice about him.”

  “Do you mean he can hear me?” She blinked with surprise.

  “He can.”

  “What an amazing fellow. He can hear and he has no ears. I’d say that was a major feat.”

  “He has no feet either.”

  Meg laughed. “I know, poor thing, he can’t walk.”

  “But he can do other things.”

  “Things like tricks? I should make him show me.”

  “He’d be delighted to show you, but if you listen carefully, I think he’s telling you he needs you to kiss him hello. I mean, it has been five days.”

  “Oh, my God, you mean to say he can talk too?”

  Jack groaned and shifted, his hips rising a bit. “Meg, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “I’d say he belongs in a circus. He can talk without a mouth and hear without ears. He’s simply incredible.”

  She deposited light airy kisses over his dick. “Meg,” he groaned, his hips moving, silently begging for some serious contact.

  He jumped when she licked him from the base of his cock all the way to his weeping little eye. “I think he’s crying for more.”

  Jack gave a strangled moan. “I haven’t a doubt.”

  “Does he like it when I kiss him or lick him?”

  “He’s mad for you to do either.” His body grew harder, the muscles beneath taught skin now inflexible.

  “How about this?” Her mouth sucked half of him inside and she moaned a soft sound of appreciation at the velvety texture over rigid swollen glands.

  “Oh, my God, every time you do this, it’s like you’ve never done it before.”

  Meg groaned and his words stirred her on to lick, kiss, nuzzle and suck him on to madness.

  * * * *

  Jack trembled and shivered even as he sucked in a gasping breath, struggling to keep his control. “I’m going to come again.”

  She muttered something, the words incoherent with her lips wrapped around his cock

  “Meg. Can you hear me?” he gasped.

  She moaned something again. Caught up in the moment, it appeared she wasn’t about to stop.

  He knew her likes and dislikes well enough. He’d come in her mouth before, but it hadn’t happened often, for she wasn’t altogether thrilled at the prospect. He tried to pull her away, but her mouth refused to release him. Her hands held his hips in place.

  She moved one hand between his legs behind his balls and suddenly pushed her finger up his ass. She wiggled it and with her movement the first helpless gush of cum ejected.

  “Meg,” Jack cried out, his heart about to burst. He was powerless to resist as she moved her finger and another spurt filled her mouth and then another and another. He heard her choke. And then her long deep sigh when his spasms eased.

  “Oh, my God, Meg,” he gasped again unable to believe the racking waves of pleasure she had brought him. “You are the most wonderful woman.”

  He pulled her up the length of him and tasted himself as his tongue delved deep into her luscious mouth.

  “This wonderful woman needs to go to the bathroom,” she darted from the bed.

  * * * *

  She stood before the sink scrubbing her teeth and tongue, rinsing her mouth clean again, while Jack added hot water to the tub and slid into the reasonably warm water. “God, Jack, can’t you do something about the taste? I mean why couldn’t it taste like mint?”

  Jack g
rinned.

  She washed her face and buried it into a soft towel as she muttered, “Perhaps if you ate mints all the time it might.” She gave a startled shriek when his arm snaked out and suddenly dragged her into the tub, cushioning her against his body and dunking her under the water.

  She came up sputtering and deposited a stinging slap to his shoulder. “Beast! Is that the thanks I get?”

  He laughed when she tried to glare with one eye, the other hidden beneath a clump of wet hair. “I love you. You’re the most luscious piece of ass, and I’m never going to let you go.”

  She sighed and fell against his chest. “While you, on the other hand, are the most aggravating, outrageous, and gorgeous hunk of man I’ve ever known.”

  “Finally,” he breathed. “If compliments were fattening, I’d be as skinny as a stick.”

  “You’re the last man who needs compliments. You know you’re hot.” She sighed. “And now I have to wash my hair.”

  “Since I’m so hot, I could wash it for you.”

  Meg grinned. “I never said you were that hot.”

  “Witch.” He slid both of them under the water again.

  Later, he was sitting naked on the toilet while she, with a towel wrapped around her, sat on a short stool and he blew her hair dry.

  Once he was finished, Meg suggested with a definite leer, “You know we’ve never done it on the toilet. What do you think would happen if I sat on your lap?”

  “I think we can find a few places more comfortable than porcelain. Let’s go to bed.”

  Seconds later, they lay cuddled together and he asked, “So, what did you think of the game? Did you like it?”

  “You might say I liked it. “

  He murmured a low sound of agreement. “I might say you loved it, still you hit me anyway.”

  “Isn’t that part of the game?”

  He hugged her tightly against him. “You little wretch,” he said to her laughter. “Just for that, I think I’ll make you come again.”

  “Oh suh, never that,” she said in her best Scarlett O’Hara impression, even as she added a wicked grin The back of her hand against her forehead, she moaned dramatically, “I’m sure I couldn’t ever.”