Message-ID: <4715eli$9710081351@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: losgud Subject: New Story--Weekend [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Nntp-Posting-User: [unauthenticated] Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <343BCA31.5EC5@hotnomail.com> ========================= The following is total fiction. Any resemblance etc. is a product of your imagination. This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. ©1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= M/F inc (in-law) cons humor Notice: This long story contains a fair amount of stage-setting throughout, but it sure is worth it! Enjoy! WEEKEND [2/2] - - - As we walked along the flagstones, Tracy whipped an arm around my waist, her hand dipping down for a quick pinch. "And the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor goes to . . ." banging her hip against mine in indication. The jolt was electric, and shuddered all through out my body. We slammed our car doors shut nearly simultaneously. The vacuum nearly made my ears pop. I clicked my seat belt and she sprang like a snake, her body pinning mine to the seat like an airbag, the tip of her tongue shaking hands with my tonsils. Before I could react she was prim in her place, buckled in all snug and smiling. "Just thought I'd give you a taste of your Oscar." I backed down the drive and out into the street. Tracy looked at me in a teasing fashion. "I really am going to be, busy you know. And I hope you don't try to distract me while I'm talking." "Oh, don't worry, I won't be coming in. I'm just going to drop you off and insist on the last of the money you would have been paying a cabbie." "Oh you will so be coming in, you bad boy. And I'm going to be doing all my talking in body language." "And I'm going to flip through every page you have. I'm going to read you like a Braille book." "Oh god, Robert," she sighed, "I can't wait." "Well, you're just going to have to. My two hands are too busy at the moment to mess with you." I gave her an evil glance. "Why don't you use your hands to do what my hands would do if they could?" Turned nearly full face to me, she reached up and almost coyly cupped her breasts. She went to play with them from outside the shirt. Her fingers went to work, tracing and turning and twisting, everything my fingers trembled to do. The ten minute ride took longer than a trip to the coast. The driving was a business that wore me out. I kept wanting to break up the trip and get a room for the night every half block. Tracy's right hand slowly descended from the front of her shirt down inside the waist of her pants. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep the car on the road any longer. Sight aside, how could I concentrate on other cars while filled with the wonder of how far she was going to take it. "Count down from ten," she answered, "and I could make myself blast-off. But I won't. I'm going to save that job for you." Tracy withdrew a glistening finger, a magic wand, waving it under my nose, then circling it around my lips in a spiral ending in my mouth. "Easy work if you can get it. And baby, you got it." By some stroke of insane luck, I wound up driving down Tracy's street. I barely had the car pulled up to park when she went scurrying out her door, trailing words like a scarf. "Hey, thanks for the lift." I slapped all the locks and was quick out my side. Halfway across the street, she smiled back at my following form, "I thought you weren't coming in." I chased her the rest of the way up the porch to the front door of the house where she had her apartment. She had her keys out like hot knives. The front door was already ajar. The door to her place went like butter. Or else we both melted through it. Once behind us, it stood firm and shut tight. Whatever went on in these rooms would remain unknown to anyone outside. Safe inside, Tracy took several steps away before turning to face me. "Over there is on lend to you." Her gesture indicated a small stack of paperbacked items of varying size and thickness. "You'll have to pardon me for making the choices but I doubt you'll disagree. I figured your time would be better spent looking at other things. Such as what I have to _give_ you." There didn't seem to be anything in the script for me but to just stand there. Tracy's fingers began worrying at the first unsecured button at the top of her shirt. "First I present you with a vision of these, kind sir, as they seem to have been the objects of much of your attention all day." The buttons kept slipping from their slots in a most delightful manner. "Well," I gulped, "at least since soon after I entered the city limits, anyway." Tracy sauntered towards me, her shirt hanging off her shoulders, anchored in front by just the very bottom button. "You have dreamed of these for years, and we both know it." Her breasts hung lightly on her chest like the most beautifully sculpted marble. Gods gone to flesh. It was impossible that I wouldn't close the gap and lower all my senses down to worship. The basking in those pale hillocks. Nothing, I knew, nothing in my life would ever match the divinity of those first sweeps across the rosy rising of her nipples. The swirling and twirling, nudging and sucking, while above me a whole storm of thunder erupted from her lips, echoed in her hips. "The view," I murmured, "has made the whole trip worth the while." I kissed lightly but wetly, up her sternum, from below then between then beyond the pair of her swells, continuing across the bumpiness of her clavicle on up the soft swoop of her throat. I defied gravity to round her chin and arrive at her lips. Or else I was pulled up by the suction. Kissing Tracy was like being enveloped in a blizzard. Nothing was outside, while inside we kept the fire blazing. Invisible hands lowered our pants. Our ankles stepped out of the detritus. I let a hand drift down as low as it could go. My fingers tingled at the damp. "My god," I sighed, "your panties are soaking wet." "Like I said," pushing her panties at my fingers, "I've been like this since soon after you entered the city limits. I mean, like since the first time I saw you. I mean since the day you were born." We were both surprised when with a little more pressure from the both of us she came like a queen. My fingers scrambled on their own, up then back down under the line of elastic, slipping down until they slid between the full flush of her lips. The shudder she gave when I brushed past her clit told me to wait on that. Her juicy cunt welcomed a finger, and savored a second. Back and forth. Back and forth I swept up her sweet sauce, coating one nipple then sucking it clean, then the other. After that my fingers traveled further, working up to interrupt our lips. "Do you like the way I taste?" Tracy whispered. "And smell and sound and feel and look." I dropped to my knees, tracing all the lines of her panties before I pulled them down. I started in very gingerly. Keeping my face in her crotch the whole time, Tracy dragged me off into the bedroom. She went back down on the bed, leaving me at the foot of it, still knees down on the floor. Tracy reached down and spread her legs wide. "If you want to lick my pussy, I certainly won't complain." I certainly wanted to give her cause for anything but complaint. I followed her halfway across the bed doing just that. After she came she couldn't seem to calm down. Well after her orgasm should have subsided, Tracy was still thrashing around like mad. If anything, she was getting even wilder. I couldn't tell if she was just rolling with the flow, riding from crest to crest, or trying to squirm away from my hungry mouth. If that was the case, I wasn't about to let it happen. Just as I remembered Tracy's comment about body language, and managed to make the translation, she whimpered it out in the standard English of our continent, "Goddamn it, Robert, hold still so I can wrap my lips around that gorgeous fuck stick of yours." I was thinking it when she expressed it. "Does that shock you? But maybe excite you? Talking like this? Am I talking dirty, as dirty as anything you read in a dirty magazine?" I nodded. Well, she was. She was, yes. And she was. "Have you ever known a girl to actually talk like this?" I shook my head the truth. "Well, let me tell you something else." "Okay," I replied. "Show you then tell you then show you some more." "Okay." Her tongue lunged down the underside of my shaft. I prided myself on not letting that make me let go, though it made for some definite urgings. "You won't see anything in any of those magazines that I wouldn't do. For you. Gladly." With that declaration she whipped back up and plunged down, consuming me to the base. Tracy held that position with the myriad, and familiar, ministrations, reminding me that my pride was vanity and pure illusion. Tracy could have me going anytime she wanted. She popped back up to explain, "The differences are that I choose the opportunity, I can't be bought, and I never fake it. Get ready to meet the slut cunt of your dreams." With that, her mouth became too busy for words. To be honest, the dirty words spilling out of the slut-cunt-of-my-dreams were awfully exciting. But that was nothing compared to the way she melded us together then slung us around. I wound up on my back with my hips pulled up and legs spread wide. Tracy's head was buried deep in the nest of my delights, while her sweetest spot hung inches above my head like a tantalizing fruit. All the clichés were bells ringing true. "Oh honey," I begged, "smear your sweet nectar all over my face." I was thinking of other words that might shed additional light on the situation, but Tracy left me speechless, grinding her twat down on my mouth. I let out a low moan in appreciation. Which was quickly squelched. I was daubed just as I desired. Numbers melted. Times and time lost any meaning. My brain was swirling as if I'd had dozens of orgasms, though she hadn't let me loose even once. Suddenly Tracy had my head in her hands, in the vise of her fingers strangling my hair, while she frantically devoured my face. Then she slithered over me and I found myself facing her upraised bottom. Tracy's arms slunk beneath, reaching under to caress and spread her glistening folds. "The female of the species displays herself," she cooed, slipping a finger inside herself, "calling out her interests and intentions and carnal desires." Well, I was thinking, mustn't let these wanton wares go wanting. "Oh Robert," she cried, hurrying me on. "Fuck me. Like this. Right now." I was on my knees so fast I nearly pulled a muscle. I was edging up behind her but hadn't gotten fully into position when she had grabbed my cock and shoved the head into her sopping hole. "Come on you horny nasty greedy boy, pump that big piston of yours in my red hot pussy." Horny? Well, yes. Maybe a little bit nasty. But greedy? I thought, well I'll show her the meaning of restraint. Tracy kept pivoting around and pushing back, whining and whimpering, until she finally realized why she wasn't getting her full share. "Cruel," she pouted. "Mean cruel bad boy." I rippled my fingers all the way up the base of her spine to the tangle of her hair. "I don't think I heard the polite word." "Oh please," she surrendered, "give it to me, _now_, all of it, _now_, I want it _now_, please oh please right now now now now . . . " How could I possibly refuse such a civilized request? I plunged in without a pause. " . . . now oh now oh wow wow _wowowow_ NOW!!!!" From her hips to her head she collapsed down at an angle. "Wow oh wow," I exclaimed, "did you just _oh wow_?!!" "And _how_!!" she gave a deep heave. "Pull that thing out and jam it back in just like that, and watch the re-run." I decided to test her hypothesis. Tracy was absolutely correct. "Jeez," I gasped, "can I please spend the rest of my life doing just this?" "Definitely sounds like a good life-plan to me!" The tenor of Tracy's voice had changed. She looked over her shoulder at me with a wicked glint. Before I could react, she'd reared up, roared around and thrown me down. And was astride me, pinning me down. Her hands held my arms over my head, which put my face between her breasts. She swung her torso slowly back and forth, letting the nipples graze against my lips. I could still smell the scent of her sex upon them from earlier. "You _like_ that, don't you?" she giggled, grabbing both my wrists with one hand long enough to dip down for some fresh sauce. Back and forth, over and over, there was always another sticky nipple for me to suck clean. This was half my idea of heaven. But down below my cock was still crying out for the juicy warmth of her depths. But Tracy was having none of it! I pointed up between us, but all she would do was slowly run her creamy slit up and down the shaft. At length she pivoted her hips slightly and I thought, glory be! but all she was doing was positioning herself so that her puffy cunt lips were barely kissing the tip. Hey, and very nice kisses they were, but I was starting to pout for more. "That's enough pussy for you today, don't you agree? You've had quite enough pussy already, don't you think? You're like a drunk, and I'm the one serving; I'm going to have to cut you off from anymore pussy. You're just a pussy addict. And I think it's time for you to withdraw. Isn't that right? You're just greedy for my hot little pussy, aren't you." What could I do but nod? "That's okay, I'm a greedy little cunt myself. So I'll make you a deal. I'll let you have some more of my sweet juicy pussy, if you promise to fuck me whenever I want it." "_Deal!_" I gasped at my luck. "And what a delicious coincidence. I just happen to want it again _right now!_" She plunged down so swift and hard I thought I'd just break right off inside her. Wham and bam, with thank-you-ma'am pounding down the home stretch for show. Tracy sank all the way back down again and then completely relaxed. Just as I was starting to calm down a little myself, she squeezed her pussy tight and started slowly, excruciatingly, once more to the top. But halfway there she abruptly bore back down, did a quick jerk, and once again relaxed in languor. I reached up to play with her breasts. She swept her hair back and returned to a little grinding. "Not another twenty minute tease?" I meekly asked. Tracy sat there on the throne, just sort of smiling and swaying. "I guarantee you the ends will more than justify the means." She thoroughly enjoyed herself several times over the course of the twenty minute ride. I very nearly thoroughly enjoyed myself several times each and every minute of it. When finally she collapsed upon me in exhaustion it was hard to hear which of us was sobbing the hardest. After a leisurely vacation, Tracy was recovered. She rolled her hips and dismounted, going into a sprawl that left her on her back, her nethers in my direction. She opened her legs wide, starting an undulation in her pelvis. I saw her all, spread in complete splendor. Her hands moved in smooth tracings all up and down her body. "More, please," she giggled, her hands slinking out between her knees, beckoning me in. No hands were needed as I slowly slid back inside her. Tracy's arms and legs wrapped tight all around, buckling me in. "One more time, baby," she whispered, "and then I'm going to toot your horn." She bucked up against me and let her cunt do the talking. Milking the cow comes to mind. My eyes must have turned to saucers, because she backed and slacked off just in time. We kissed like we'd been eyeing each other for years and were just now daring our very first. And slowly settled in for what will never surrender the trophy of Best Sex Ever. We fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. Tracy was wrong. After the one more time she just kept right on busting out. There was no stopping her, until she reached back behind me and tapped the emergency brake. She mouthed _now_ and fondled my balls with distinction. That slightly tugging, gentle squeeze. Tracy groaned as my prick swelled even more inside her, the noise in her throat growing to an undulating scream. I couldn't help but do as she bid. I obliged her words by filling her pussy full of my steamy cream. I wanted to go ahead and die while I did it. I didn't think anything in life could ever be any better. But while we cuddled in our collapse, I knew I was wrong. Nipping lightly at the underside of her throat was better than anything. Feeling her draw her blazing crotch against my thigh, locking her legs around mine. The way a breast dragged against me in turning. Just the stench of sex so thick in the air. The soft sighs like clouds streaked high in the sky. - - - Before we'd even returned to the world of words, we were playing with each other again. Our hands were burrowing between each others' thighs. "Oh my," Tracy broke away from a kiss to murmur, "we're both _so_ greedy for it." I wouldn't have thought she could get any wetter, but there I was fondling the evidence. The great surprise was that so soon she would be feeling my response. I felt huge and raw and ready to burst. "Oh Tracy, you're making me ache." She moved closer until we were a tangle of hands and hips. "So how about I rub your ache with mine and let's see what happens." Her fingers crawled up my chest, then hooked onto my shoulders. She pulled me back over on top of her. "Oh my sweet Bobby boy, come and fuck me long and slow and delicious. You've already got every part of me all a-tingle." Together we were one low soulful moan as I slid back inside of her, slow and deep. Tracy just gazed up at me. "God, your big dark eyes fill me up as much as your big dark cock." I moved my head down to kiss her. "While I just sink down into all of you." She seized me with her arms and legs and bore down, her pelvis set to sway. "Oh baby, I want to rock you in my cradle all night long." I pounced, nipping down along her shoulder, hissing in her ear, "Then you better be careful how you dispense your magic, or I might not last long enough to oblige you." Right about then we both lost interest in further dialogue, our vocabulary dropping to a couple of intimate variations on the _grunt_. As we got going, Tracy's cunt became even more so a very friendly place to be. Her shimmering eyes told me that since I'd just fucked her brains out, she was revived to return the favor. My eyes told her the exact same story. And so we fucked like crazy. We stayed in that same most staid position, strewing fresh garnishes as we went. When finally we did come, it was tremendously and together. The bed seemed to levitate, and I swear the jolts off us made the lights flicker. The digital clock on the bedside table read 12:00, reading red, flashing on and off. Tracy caught my gaze and followed it, looking at the clock with a little laugh. "Mmm, we sure crashed that barrier." She sent a lazy finger trailing up and down my spine, drawing dirty pictures all over my back. "Good, now we don't have to worry about the time anymore." At length we rolled apart, and then I was being sensuously washed clean, first by warm tongue then washcloth. Dressing was a trembly chore. She followed me through the rooms on the trail of clothing. Tracy didn't stop to pick up a thing. "Are you intent on showing me everything I'm leaving behind when I go out that door?" "You betcha!" I got that right. "And don't forget to take that stack of stuff," she glanced over at the corner of the desk. "That way, you'll be obliged to return them. You better believe I have lots of books to lend." She came up and gave me a full body embrace, kissing ocean deep and wide. Then she began hunching against me. "What are you doing?," I gasped. There wasn't a way even if the will was aroused. "Marking you with my scent," she gurgled into my ear. "Letting all those other cunts out there know that this cock is _mine_. It's _taken_, again and again." With that, she loosened my belt and slipped both hands down the front of my trousers. One guess what she was doing. She had to undo the top button to make things more comfortable. The zipper sort of gave up its hold on its own. "It's a pity you probably won't come along next time they drive down. But I was planning on being out-of-town whatever weekend that happens anyway. See, I've conferred with the accustomed schedules. I'll be getting off the bus about forty minutes after they leave for here. I suggest you have the bed already outfitted in weekend sheets when we get back. After you pack me back on that bus, if you hustle you might have just enough time to get home and shower. If you're very fast, you might get the bedding switched back." "You'd like leaving me with that sort of danger!" "You'll love living it. But if you're very nice, I'll let the very last minute rush be in the shower. And if you're extra special nice, why, I bet you've never watched a naked woman change the sheets on a bed before. One with a cunt all nice and ready, already all plump and juicy. The view would be rather arresting I should think. Especially from behind. And just think how much she'd like it. Still trying to tuck in those corners but just begging for that big dick. I know if it was you nudging against me, I'd much more than welcome the help." I must have looked astonished. Well, I was astonished. Another fun weekend was in place and ready to roar. And Tracy was getting all worked up again, judging from the frantic pace of her handwork. And she was actually getting results. "I'm your lovely lover, but I'm still your sweet slut." She dropped to her knees and yanked my pants to mine. I couldn't have had much spunk left, but what there was came bursting out full force barely a minute after she put me in her mouth. Tracy licked me clean and dried me with her hair, then pulled up my pants and put me back in order. She put the magazines in my arms, and turned me around, sending me out the door with a peck on the cheek and a pinch on the ass. I drove back to Maud's mumbling, "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness." ========================= End Part 2 of 2 ========================= Like? Yes? No? 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