I'm Home
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What happens when you come home at the start of a well deserved weekend? 


Based on an idea from DC

I'm Home

Peter turned the wheel and his car now moved off the road and into the
driveway of his home. As the car stopped in the parking space that was once a
small garden at the front of his property the man turned the key and there was
silence. He sat there for a few seconds and enjoyed the moment, the peace, the
quiet, he took in a deep breath, sighed, then grabbed his work bag off the
passenger seat and was ready to go indoors. He got out, locked the car and
made his way to the front door. Key went in the door, it turned and a second
later he was home, inside and the week at work was now all behind him!

It was now the start of the weekend, a time for the man to tear himself away
from work and concentrate on his wife, his home and himself, 'yes, it was
defiantly the weekend!' Peter walked into his quiet, well to do house, it was
an old property, a line of Victorian town houses that had been modernised, but
still kept their quaint old charm. The man again sighed and tossed his work
bag down in the hallway, he wouldn't be needing that over the weekend, then he
called out "Hi, I'm home!" He was announcing his arrival back home to his
wife, Heather, but silence followed 'Oh?' No reply, bit strange he was sure
that his wife would be home by now.

Peter took a few steps towards the door that lead into the living room, 'he'd
look in there first to see if she was in, but hadn't heard him.' The man
pushed the door open and walked in, the living room was large, quite plush in
its own way, there was a certain air of style and a hint of class here. When
it came to household decoration and furnishings Heather had a keen eye for
what looked good and what was expensive.

The man eyes moved over the room, but it didn't take long for him to notice
... ... 'Oh!' There on the long couch was his wife, Heather, and she wasn't
alone! With the blond woman was a much shorter, smaller, younger girl and by
the looks of things these two where just getting to know each other a bit
better! Heather was quite tall, she was 38 and with the same size bust, she
was an attractive woman with her shoulder length, curly fair hair, and she was
defiantly good looking with it. She also had a good body, slender, large
breasts, sharply hips, long legs, that sort of thing. And it was a body that
was currently being cuddled, held and explored by a young girl by the name of
Jenny.

Jenny was, as her schoolgirl uniform indicate, a young girl, she was a prefect
at the local school where Heather now volunteered at as one of the governors.
The prefect, the schoolgirl Jenny was a cute little redhead, who was finding
out that cuddled up on the couch with the older blond woman was getting her
heart rate racing. Peter stood there a watched for a moment, as his wife was
laid back on the couch, while schoolgirl Jenny was cuddling up closer to the
older woman. The girls hand was cupping one of his wife large breast as she
gentle squeezed the large mound of female fun through her blouse. At the same
time the girl was gentling kissing the exposed cleavage that was on show,
while her other hand was unbuttoning some more of the blouse to give her lips
fuller access to the woman's chest.

While this was going on Heather was holding, stroking her new schoolgirl
friend and softly kissing the girl's head and face, easing the young girl into
the joys of a female encounter! Peter carried on just standing there for a few
seconds, watching this all, taking it all in, and then ... ... He removed his
jacket and casually walked over the table nearby, placing the jacket over one
of the chairs. He took his phone out his pocked, placed it on the table and
saw the newspaper there, dragging to him he turned it over and quickly scanned
the back page for the sport. All the time Jenny was getting more friendly with
his wife on the couch and more cloths was getting loosened.

Having looked at the back page the man now looked up and went heading off
towards the kitchen, that was when he noticed the 'other' person there in the
living room. Leaning against a long sideboard at the very far end of the room
was a second schoolgirl a quite lovely looking girl with long dark hair. This
was Amanda, the girl was short, kind of petite and dressed in her school
uniform she also looked kind of cute!

The girl was casually leant back against the sideboard and engrossed in her
mobile phone that she held in both hands and was tapping away franticly with
both her thumbs as young kids do now days. As he saw her Peter smiled, and at
the same moment the girl looked up from her phone, she now noticed the man
who'd entered the room, there was a brief moment where her face showed no
emotion, she just looked back at him. Then a slight grin appeared, that turned
into quite a sweet little smile.

The girl's hand moved down to her side and the phone was now no longer the
centre of her attention. The man now made his way over towards the girl at the
same time loosening and undoing his tie. When he got to her his top button was
undone his tie just hanging around his neck. The man got close to the girl,
really close, he towered over her and looked down into her eyes. Even with
those cute looking oval glasses of hers, her dark eyes where inviting. Peter
slipped his hand onto her wait then around her, he pulled Amanda into his
body. The girls hand took hold of the man's tie as she pushed herself up on
her toes and leaned up into his face that was coming down to meet hers. Then
they kissed, no tongues, just lips on lips, but still a hot, passionate kiss.

As Peter and his girl kissed so did Heather and her girl, but for there girls
there were also tongues at work, the room felt silent, only a few slurps and
moans broke the silence. That moment, the one where the husband and the wife,
where each kissing their own lovely schoolgirl was broken by BLEEP! BLEEP!
BLEEP! The buzzing sound of Amanda's phone telling the girl she had another
message. Peter and Amanda broke off their kiss, Heather and Jenny just laid
there together and carried on. The man turned to the sideboard as he started
to roll up his shirt shelves, Amanda's hand, now with the phone in it, came
up, her head went down and in a second, she was back to being engrossed in
answering yet another message.

The kissing on the couch was still carrying on, the schoolgirl had pushed the
older woman's blouse to the side so that she could now concentrate fully on
those large breasts. The girls face was now buried deep into them and her
hands where equally working hard to get that blouse fully off and let those
female fun bags out of the lacy blue bra. All the time and the wife, Heather
was getting more and more worked up by how attentive and affectionate her new
schoolgirl friend was getting.

Over on the other side of the room the husband, Peter, had finished rolling
his sleeves up and had reached out to the group of bottles, decanters and
glass that were close by and poured himself a drink. He returned the bottle,
took the glass and throw the drink into his mouth. He empties the glass in one
and for a third time he sighed loudly, well it was the start of the weekend
and he'd need that.

While he gulped his drink, Amanda finished her texting, for now, so slipped
her phone into a discreet pocked in the skirt. Then the girl looked up at the
man who had now slid the empty glass across the sideboard. He turned back to
the petite, lovely looking schoolgirl, a grin all over his face, she smiled
back and now as his eye moved down her face, her eyes, nose, lips and even
further down to ... ... WHACK! UUUUHHHHH!

The schoolgirl, Amanda, had moved fast, a bit too fast for the man to have
noticed, and even if he had seen anything he didn't have time to react before
the girl's fist had found its mark on the side of his jaw. The blow was a good
solid hit and considering the size and look of the girl it was a strong,
powerful blow. The man staggered to the side, the strike had made him wobbled
and take a couple of steps to the side so he could steady himself. As he
placed his feet firmly his hand came up to his jaw, a natural reaction after
being hit so hard.

Peter straightened himself upright, gave his head an involuntary shake and
then turner back towards the girl, turning so he could ... ... THUD!
OOOWWWHHH!

The schoolgirl was there right in front of him, as his head had turned she was
there. The girl had herself taken a couple of steps, after hitting the man,
making sure he didn't get away from her, he was within her reach so she could
send in her second blow and make sure it connected. It was a much lower blow,
a fist into his gut, but again he was caught off guard, caught out by the
girl. The blow was again hard, this girl knew how to use her fists, and she
knew just where to put them too. The blow hurt, he was winded, only slightly
but it had the effect of making him judder, cough, gasp for breath.

The blow made Peter instantly leant forward, almost doubling over, his hands
covered his stomach, it made him vulnerable, unprotected and gave the girl
Amanda an open opportunity! The schoolgirls arms came up, over and around
Peter's head, her hands firmly grasped onto the back of his head, getting a
good firm fix on his head. There was a pause as if she was deliberately giving
the man and brief opportunity to realise what she was doing, and was about to
do to him!

The girl pulled his head down slightly, Peter could see the floor of his
living room get closer and then there was movement of one of the girl's legs,
'Shit!' The made panicked and tried to break free but surprisingly the
schoolgirls hold was a lot stronger, firmer than her petite appearance would
have suggested. His arms swung out, Peters hands grabbed onto the girl's
slender waits, as if in some vain attempt at trying to stop what was about to
happen, from happening, WHACK!

The girl's arms clenched as she throws the man's head downwards, at the same
time she brought her leg up, fast and drove her knee up into the diving,
falling face of the man. As knee and face collided there was moans and groans
form the man as his whole body jerked and he then dropped like a stone onto
his knees, in front of the schoolgirl that had done this to him. His hands
quickly covering his hurt, bloody face.

There were also moans and groans coming from the other side of the room where
the wife, totally unaffected by her husband predicament was also on her knees,
but for a different reason. Heather was knelt up on the couch, her blouse and
bra where gone, tossed away by the eager schoolgirl Jenny who was now crouched
in front of the older woman and sucking, licking, biting, kissing and
generally drooling and adoring the woman's large breasts and nipples. Jenny
had hold of both Heather's breasts, her small schoolgirl hands holding each
large mound of female joy as her mouth and tongue move from one to the other
and back again, pleasing the older woman as much as she could!

Back on the other side of the living room and the moans and groans had stopped
coming from the husband Peter, but that was only because Amanda had grabbed
onto the man's shirt and was hauling him up off his knees. The sudden jerking
upwards movement had stopped the man's whimper for a short while, and as he
came up, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHH! At the right moment the girl had thrown her other
knee up into the raised man's groin, giving him a firm 'tap' in his tender
area, and maybe bringing a slight tear to his eye as she did this!

Holding the now very hurt man half upright, but still she could look straight
forward into his screwed up face, he was a lot taller than her, but in this
position they could look eye to eye at each other at the same height. Holding
him as he hovered in that bent over position as he tried to deal with the
pain, that she'd inflicted and as she held him, HUUUUHHHH! THUD! Amanda
twisted herself around and at the same time, the right moment, she flung the
man away from her. Sending Peter tumbling across the room and heading towards
the set of large French doors that lead out into the rear garden.

Luckily the doors where open, as if already prepared, and the man just went
sailing through the gap and stumbled out into the garden. Well it wasn't much
of a 'garden', there wasn't any grass or anything like that. These old town
house had only a long narrow area at the rear, with very high old brick walls
surround the enclosed area. In Peter's and Heather's 'garden' the lawn, the
grass had long gone, replaced by concrete, an extended patio area. With an
array of large, medium and small pot plants and a designer garden table and
chair set.

So, it was out into the 'garden' that Peter stumbled, fell. Down onto the hard
concrete floor he went, where he now lay and took in a deep breath as he tried
to work out what he was going to do next? But it wasn't his decision to make
as he started to think about this, the decision had already been made! Amanda
had come out into the garden after the stumbling man and as he fell she
reached out to grab him. Not to save him, 'Oh No', but to grab him by a
handful of his hair just the second after he'd hit the floor. She didn't give
him more than a second to contemplate his situation before she was yanking him
up, hard and sharp, back onto his feet.

As she grabbed onto the back of his head, pulling him and his head up and
backwards and making it even more difficult for him to scramble up onto his
feet, she once more let loose with her knee, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHH! Straight into
the man's back as she pulled him up, dragging him back to her and thrusting
that very effective knee into his lower spine. He called out, a shriek of
pain, which would be ignored by the neighbours, they had heard far too much in
the past coming for 'that' garden! It was also ignored by his wife as she too
gave her own shriek, but this was more a cry of pleasure, as her new
schoolgirl friend Jenny's tongue was hitting just the right spot!

Amanda had also hit the right spot, CRACK! UUUHHHFFF! This time it was another
knee but to the back of the man's head as she again yanked him viciously
backwards. Causing more pain and a sending an electrifying jolt through his
whole body. Peter now dropped down fully to the concrete floor, his body
jerking as he lay there unable to protect himself and knowing the girl would
be on him again any moment now! BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

The sound of a message being received on a mobile phone hung in the air and
came at just the right moment, as just then Amanda was leaning forward,
reaching down and was about to grab onto Peter again, when she stopped! There
was a pause and it all when very silent, apart from a few moans then a high
pitch shriek from inside the house and living room where the wife and her new
schoolgirl friend where obviously indulging and enjoying their new friendship!
Amanda held herself in that position of leaning down, an arm outstretched, a
hand inches away from the man, ready to grab. Then the girl calmly
straightened herself upright, pushed her fallen glasses back up her cute nose,
put her hand in the discreet pocket to retrieve her phone. Then she turned
around and slowly walked back inside the house.

With the phone securely held between both hands the girl's thumbs moved
rapidly as she answered the message. Peter manged to breathe a sigh of relief,
very gratefully that he message had distracted the girl's attention away from
him, just at the right moment! A second turned into two and then three and the
man seemed to have time now to recover, which was good! His coughs and
splutters where drowned out now by the two sets of moans, groans and shrikes
of delight that where coming from the direction of the large couch in the
sitting room. The wife and schoolgirl where really getting friendly now!

But to be fair that was the last thing on this man's mind right now, what he
needed to do was to get back up on his feet and then to ... ... WHACK!
OOOOFFFF! Peter had put his hand down on the concrete floor and used what
strength he had to push himself up on that arm, then once he was off the floor
he'd have the confidence, the will to get all the way back onto his feet. But
for Peter it hadn't all gone as he'd hoped, Amanda had finished her message,
she was quick with her thumbs, as she turned around and looked back out into
the 'garden' she'd seen the man trying to get himself up off of the floor, 'Oh
No you don't!'

The girl had gone striding out through the open french doors, she'd gather a
bit of speed, enough to make a hell of an impact as she'd swung her leg and
her foot. Sending that schoolgirl shoe driving into the side of the man who
was only halfway up off of the floor. She hit him hard, kicked the man as if
he was an old football that had been left out in the school playground for the
kids to abuse. The blow took Peter's breath away, so much so he was unable to
cry out in agony, even when it hurt so bad. Like a ball the man went rolling,
spinning across the floor until he slammed into the heavy, metal set of garden
table and chairs.

One of the chairs toppled over and fell on top of the man as he now laid there
moaning and groaning with the pain that had taken a firm hold of his body.
With the agony engulfing him he was unaware of the girl's hands than came down
and clamped on either side of his head. It wasn't until he was halfway up that
he even realised she had hold and was dragging him up, CRUNCH! Her knee into
his groin was an indication she just wasn't quite finish with him.

The man's groans at being hit, being done over by this schoolgirl, where only
outdone by his wife's even louder groans as she was being 'done', by her
schoolgirl! Amanda now grabbed onto Peter by his shirt, she pulled him closer
to her, really close so the man screwed up, agonised face was there in front
of her. Then she kissed him, her lips found his and she kissed the older man
hard! Again, there were no tongues, but her lips where forceful, strong. Peter
felt as if she was sucking what was left of him out.

He began to wonder if she would stop, 'would she end this kiss only after
she'd drained every last drop of life out the man?' BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! He
was once more saved, the sound of a message on the girl's phone would end
this! WHACK! UUUUHHHHH! And so, it did, Amanda's knee shot up into Peter's
groin, but this time it was far more vicious, a far harder strike, and much,
much more painful for the man.

The knock sent Peter up, and ever so slightly up off his feet, he screwed his
face up, closed his eye's tight shut and braced himself to try and handle the
pain. The girl let go of him, allowed the tensed up man to drop down onto his
knees, and as he came down, as he dropped down, WHACK! OOOWWWHHH! THUD! The
girl sent her leg around, dropped her schoolgirl thigh into the side of the
falling man's face, pounded him, sending him flying over to the side and
crashing straight back into the solid metal table and onto the already fallen
chair.

Amanda turned, took her phone out and once again was focused on her messages
and nothing else. Peter laid, stayed there on the floor, hurt, broken and
beaten by the smaller, demure schoolgirl. The girl went back inside the house,
and back to leaning against the sideboard concentrating on her phone as she
waited for her friend to finish. Jenny was now on the receiving end of her new
friendly older woman's gratitude. After all the schoolgirl had put in very
first rate performance so it was only right to thank the girl, properly!

As for Peter he lay out in the concert garden, hurt, bruised and somewhat
battered, as he lay there the first drop of rain fell onto his cheek, but
somehow, he didn't notice it. Then after a moment or two, a second, third,
fourth drop of rain landed and more followed. Yes, for Peter he was home and
the weekend had already started for him ... ... !