Home Again

by Lisa Emme

  Mike staggered a step back, his cock sliding from her mouth. “That was fantastic.” Allie looked down at herself and laughed again. Mike looked at her splattered with his cum. His cock jumped. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He grinned at her and then helped her to her feet, backing her up to sit on the bed. “Wait there. I’ll get a cloth and clean you up.”

  He disappeared down the hall and came back a few minutes later with a warm, damp cloth. He cleaned her gently, dipping his head to kiss her breasts, and then captured her mouth. “You are incredible,” he whispered.

  Allie blushed and then leaned forward to hold her clasped hands up behind her back. “You going to untie me now?”

  Mike tossed the cloth on the table beside the bed and looked her over. “Nope.” He shook his head, a smile on his face. “Don’t think so. Not yet.”

  ***

  Allie grumbled half-heartedly. It was disconcerting to have her hands tied behind her back. It made her feel vulnerable, even if she did trust Mike. She had to admit though, that it was also damn sexy to be at his mercy.

  Mike pulled her to her feet and slid her panties off. She looked at him. Apart from the fact that his dick was hanging out of his pants at half-mast, he was still fully dressed. “Uh, I’m feeling a little underdressed here. Or maybe it’s just that you’re overdressed.” She pointed at him with her chin.

  Mike chuckled and pulled his shirt off over his head. Allie sighed. He was beautiful. Defined pecs and washboard abs; it looked like someone else had been spending some time in the sun shirtless. She growled in appreciation and then bent toward him, and captured a nipple between her teeth. She flicked it with her tongue and Mike hissed. She grinned up at him and then switched sides. A few sucks and licks later she stood up and smirked at him. “You know this would be easier if you untied me.”

  “Easier for you maybe, but not as fun for me.” Mike looked at her breasts. With her hands behind her, her back was naturally arched, thrusting her chest out. He reached out and grasped her arm pulling her closer. He grabbed her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger. Allie gasped and Mike chuckled. “See?” he asked mischievously.

  Mike turned her to face the bed, coaxing her to kneel on the edge, her feet sticking out behind her. Allie frowned. What was he up to? Mike stood behind her and brushed the hair away from the back of her neck. When his lips fluttered against the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, Allie shivered, but not from the cold. Mike kissed a trail slowly down her spine, feathering his hand along after. When his hand reached the middle of her shoulder blades he pushed gently and Allie instinctively began to bend forward. Mike slipped his arm around her waist to help her balance, while he continued to push her down towards the bed. When her face neared the mattress, she turned her head to bring her cheek to rest against the bed. Mike slid his hand the rest of the way down her spine to rest on her ass. He growled in appreciation then ran both hands across her butt cheeks and inwards to rest on her inner thighs. Allie grunted in surprise when Mike pushed her legs apart. He coaxed her forward towards the middle of the bed and spread her legs a bit further.

  At last satisfied, he stood up and surveyed his work. Allie was positioned on the bed, hands behind her back, her ass in the air and her cheek resting on the bed. Her breasts dangled down, her sensitive nipples skimming the mattress sending little jolts of pleasure through her every time they made contact with the soft sheets.

  “Perfect,” he declared.

  Allie looked across the bed at him. He was still wearing his pants, the bastard. He was also wearing a look of pure animal lust. It made her insides clench in anticipation and she felt the moisture gather between her legs.

  “Stay right there. Don’t move,” he said and Allie snorted. Where the heck was she going to go?

  Mike stepped out of her view and she squirmed around to try and watch him.

  Whack! A slap stung across her ass.

  “Ow! Hey!”

  “I said not to move, Kitten.” Mike reached over and rubbed his hand gently across her reddening ass. He bent over and kissed it tenderly. “Now stay still, or I’ll give you another. Or maybe you liked that?” He rubbed her ass again, her skin tingling from the slap.

  “I…I don’t know. Maybe.” Allie admitted reluctantly.

  Mike grinned. “Well, we may just have to explore that possibility in the future.” He tapped her lightly on the ass again. It felt good on top of the tingling sensation she was already feeling. “Now stay put.”

  Allie listened to Mike’s steps as he walked to the head of the bed. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he bent over and pulled up the bedskirt to look under the bed. “Now let’s see. Where do you….” He stopped and smiled. “Ah…there we go.” He let the bedskirt drop and then walked around to the other side of the bed.

  “What are you doing?” Allie asked suspiciously. Despite his earlier admonishment, she lifted her head to watch him crouch down and pull a box from beneath the bed. “Hey! That’s not - ”

  “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Mike slid open the clasp holding the lid down and then flipped it open. Allie’s face turned red. She pushed herself up until she knelt on the bed and scowled. Mike looked up at her and shook his head. “Uh, uh, uh. I said to stay where you were.”

  “But…” Her protest trailed off as Mike stared at her pointedly, his eyebrows arched. Allie huffed out a breath. “Fine, fine.” She resumed her previous position.

  Mike watched her, a wicked smile on his face. “Hmm, I think your legs were wider apart before.”

  Allie huffed again, but wiggled her hips, and spread her thighs farther apart. “It’s not fair you going through my personal stuff,” she complained. “Just because you won the bet.”

  Mike smirked as he walked around the bed and then lay down on his side next to her, his head propped up on an elbow. He put the box on the bed beside her. “Well, I thought we said there wouldn’t be any secrets between us.” He grinned as he gestured at the contents of the box. “So were you planning on keeping your relationship with BOB a secret?”

  “Bob? What the heck are you talking about?”

  “What?” Mike asked feigning innocence. “Don’t you think I deserve the truth about you and BOB, your battery-operated boyfriend?” He held up the silicone-covered, blue vibrator.

  “Ha ha. Very funny.” She turned her beet-red face down on the bed, but the buzz of the vibrator caused her to turn back. Mike held the vibrator, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

  “So tell me. Have you and BOB been together since you started sleeping with me?” Allie scowled at him and he chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He mimed being shot in the chest. “I’m hurt that you’ve been cheating on me with BOB.”

  Allie stuck out her tongue. “Actually, when you think about it, I’m cheating on BOB with you. He and I have been together a lot longer.”

  Mike barked out a surprised laugh. “Oh, very good. I hadn’t thought of it that way.” He reached out with the buzzing vibrator and ran it along her side to her hip. Allie flinched to try and avoid the tickling buzz. “Uh, uh, uh. Stay still,” Mike admonished.

  He sat up on his knees and brushed his hand over her body. She quivered under his touch. Moving around on his knees, he came to rest crouching behind her. Before she could think to even protest, his tongue flicked between her legs, finding her clitoris.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Mike brought the vibrator between her legs and gently placed it on the sensitive little nub. Allie’s back arched as she cried out. Mike grinned then leaned in and put his mouth to work as well. He licked and sucked while keeping the vibrator gently pressed against her. Allie moaned and squirmed, as the fire between her legs was stoked higher and higher by Mike’s skilled attention. Her orgasm built quickly and she was soon teetering on the edge of climax.

  Wh
ack! Mike’s hand left a red imprint on her ass cheek.

  Allie yelled out as her orgasm ripped through her. Mike dropped the vibrator and pushed his finger deep inside her, thrusting in and out as her muscles spasmed. He lay his hand against her other ass cheek and slapped her again, leaving a matching red mark.

  Allie shouted out in surprise as a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Her body trembled with the force of her climax. Mike reached up, loosening the belt around her hands. He lay down on his side and pulled her down to spoon against him, his arms wrapped around her trembling body.

  Allie lay panting, her body turned to jelly. Mike rubbed her tender, reddened ass. The skin tingled from his slaps and it sent an erotic jolt up her spine.

  “You have the most beautiful ass,” he murmured.

  Bending over, he kissed her on the tailbone and then ran his finger along the seam of her ass. She moaned and wiggled up against him. Mike chuckled and kissed her again on the small of her back then pushed her onto her stomach. He crouched beside her and rubbed his hands over her butt cheeks. Allie moaned again. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Your ass is such a pretty shade of pink right now.”

  Allie snorted. “Yeah, because you smacked it.”

  “I told you not to move. Twice.”

  “Hmmph.” Allie grumbled and wiggled again, burrowing into the soft sheets.

  Mike continued to massage her buttocks, squeezing them and kneading them. He spread her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered little asshole. He traced a finger from her pussy and up the seam of her ass to the tiny hole. Allie gasped.

  “You have such a tight little ass,” he said.

  He moved his finger back down to her pussy and ran it through the dewy moisture there, then spread the wet heat back up towards her asshole. He did it several more times, each time he paused his finger to rim her asshole. On the fourth time, he pushed his finger against the tiny hole. Allie held her breath.

  “Relax, Kitten. Relax.” Mike wiggled his finger up and down against the muscles clenched there. “I want your ass,” he whispered in her ear. “Have you ever been taken there? Would I be your first?”

  “No, I mean yes.” Allie laughed. “I mean no, I’ve never, and yes, you’d be my first. But - ”

  “Hey, it’s okay Kitten. I didn’t mean today.” He rubbed his finger across her asshole. “I just want you to think about it.” He rolled over onto his back, content to have planted the idea for now. “Today I want you to ride me. I want to see your body pounding on top of mine and watch you orgasm, again and again.” He patted his thigh. “Come up here and fuck me Kitten.”

  Allie rolled over towards him and grinned. “Yee Haw!”

  “There. That ought to hold it.” Allie held up the cordless drill and stepped away from the new Organic Produce sign she had painted for the farm. Summer was drawing to a close and their vegetable crop had done well, despite the heat. Allie chalked it up to the new sprinkler system her aunt and uncle had installed the year before. It certainly made it a lot easier to keep the garden watered.

  They had already been doing a steady business with their vegetable stand, selling off the early tomatoes, cucumbers, beans and herbs, but it looked like the corn would be ready to start cutting in the next few days. Allie wanted to make sure that they would be able to sell the corn they cut right away, since it would start to lose its sweetness almost the minute it was picked. She had put up flyers in the post office and at the supermarket letting the townsfolk know they would be picking soon. Mr. Dearling at the Red & White Grocery store had agreed to buy fresh from them as well.

  “That looks mighty fine, Allie.” Uncle Russ stood back from the sign near the road.

  “Thanks Uncle Russ.” Allie beamed at him. “Maybe it will catch the eye of any day-trippers heading in or out of the Badlands and get us some extra business.” They both turned at the sound of a car to see her aunt drive up into the yard.

  “I’ll just go see if your aunt needs a hand with the groceries,” her uncle said.

  Allie watched as he headed over to the car. She smiled when he leaned in and offered his hand to her aunt, helping her from the vehicle. Old fashioned, but sweet just the same.

  She busied herself gathering up her tools and then headed towards the pair. They were huddled together looking at something. Allie frowned. This didn’t look good. Her aunt seemed very upset. As she approached, her aunt fussed with something and shoved it into her purse.

  “What’s the matter?” Allie asked.

  “The matter dear? What makes you think that anything is the matter?” Elaine’s voice trembled at the end.

  Allie snorted. “Aunt Elaine, don’t ever play poker. Your poker face is terrible.” She looked from her aunt to her uncle and then back again. “Well?”

  Russ cleared his throat and stuck his hand out towards Elaine. “Well, give it here then. She needs to know.”

  Elaine looked at Russ and frowned, then reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. Russ grabbed it and held it out to Allie. “Here. No sense hiding it. You’ll know what to do about it better than us.”

  Allie took the proffered envelope with trepidation and looked at it. It was a plain, white envelope, like the kind you see with a greeting card. It was addressed simply to the ‘Roberts Farm’ in big blocky letters. There was no return address.

  Allie turned it over in her hands. The back was blank. She looked up at her uncle, her face puzzled. He shrugged and made a little ‘go ahead’ gesture. Allie reached inside and pulled out the contents. It was a picture.

  “Oh. My. God!”

  Allie clutched the picture to her chest, her face turning beet red. She looked at her aunt and uncle in horror. Her uncle looked away embarrassed, her aunt gave her a look of sympathy. Allie shook her head in denial and took a deep breath. She steeled herself and then slowly looked at the picture again.

  It hadn’t changed. It was still a picture of her and Mike leaning up against the back of the house in a rather compromising position. The picture had caught them in the middle of a very steamy kiss, Mike’s one hand was on her breast, and the other appeared to be down the front of her shorts. In fact she knew that’s where his hand was because she remembered when this picture must have been taken – just four days ago. Oh. My. God. Allie was speechless. The picture would have been rather sexy, if it wasn’t for the creep factor that someone had taken it and sent it to her aunt and uncle. What the hell?

  Allie swallowed and opened her mouth as if to say something, then stopped when she found she didn’t know what to say. She looked down at the picture again. When she started to flip it over to look at the back, her aunt flinched and murmured a little worried sound. Allie looked at her aunt but went ahead and flipped the picture over. On the back in red block letters was written “WHORE”.

  “What the hell?” Allie looked at her aunt and uncle apologetically. “Sorry.” She shrugged. “I…I don’t know what to say. Mike and I - ”

  “Oh, don’t you worry about that,” her aunt interrupted. “You’re a grown woman and what you do is your own business. I’m…” Elaine looked at Russell, “We’re more concerned with why someone would send something like this.”

  “And what the Sam hell were they doing taking it in the first place,” her uncle added. “It was them damn hooligans again. Trespassing, sneaking about.”

  Allie listened distracted. A horrible thought had just dawned on her. The picture was taken on Monday, her ‘kid free’ day. The day she had spent half the morning lying around topless in the sun. Oh. My. God! She jammed the photo back into the envelope.

  “I’m going to take this to Brian and see what he thinks.” She patted her pocket, finding her keys. “Can you get Dougie his afternoon snack when he wakes up from his nap?”

  With a nod from her aunt, Allie headed across the yard to her car. Enough was
enough. These so-called pranks, if that’s really what they were, had to come to an end.

  ***

  “Holy shhh…sugar, Allie! That’s some picture.” Becky’s eyes were wide as saucers. She readjusted her sleeping daughter in her arms and stared at the photo. “Where did you get it?” she asked, flipping it over and frowning. “Well, shit.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.” Allie flopped down in a chair. They were sitting in Brian’s den, away from the noise of the two, make that three boys since Brian was involved, and their roughhousing in the family room down the hall.

  “When was this taken?” Becky asked. “No wait. Brian will be here in a minute once he gets the boys settled in front of the TV. They love that movie you left here, by the way. I hope you don’t want it back anytime soon.”

  Allie groaned and rolled her eyes. “Iron Giant? No, please feel free to hang on to it for a week, or two, or three. Dougie has watched that movie a million times since getting it. I’m getting tired of having to call him ‘Hogarth’ all the time.” She chuckled thinking of her son and his over-active imagination.

  Baby Chloe squawked, throwing a little fist in the air, grabbing their attention. She squirmed and nuzzled in closer to Becky without waking and Becky let out a long slow breath. “Whew! Thank God. I thought she was going to want to nurse again. She’s like a little Hoover. She never stops.”

  Allie chuckled looking at the tiny, little bundle in Becky’s arms. She sure was a cutie, even if she didn’t have any hair. Dougie had been born with a full head of hair and Allie always thought that bald babies looked a little weird. She decided to keep that fact to herself however.

  “Okay. Boys are all settled with Kool-aid and chips and the thirty-third showing of the Iron Giant.” Brian strode into the room looking a little weary.