Message-ID: <6707eli$9712231404@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: losgud Subject: RP--Weekend Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: see@iglou.com, end@iglou.com, note@iglou.com 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: <349FFF03.7D2F@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 I turned into the drive, pulled way up to the house, and killed the engine. I hopped straight out because if I didn't get to stretch my legs within thirty seconds, I was just going to die. Consequently I was the first there to hug my mother-in-law when she came out the door and down the steps from the porch. "Hey Maud, great to see you, glad we're here." "So good you could come, Robert." We live the next city over from Sue's mom. It's an easy enough hour or so drive. But I usually don't come along but every second or third visit. Maud and I get along great and I always have a fun time when I do go, but Sue wants to make the trip nearly once a month. I enjoy having the odd weekend alone. Sue jokes about how I call in the dancing girls while she's gone. "Just so I don't have to hear about it and you don't bring anything home to me," she's remarked on quite a few occasions. Which sounds as if she's giving me carte blanche, which makes it sound as if I'm the kind of husband I'm not. The truth is I haven't so much as kissed another woman since the day we met fifteen years ago. It's not that I haven't seen lots that I've liked, that I haven't been tempted, that there haven't been opportunities that I might have played to fruition. What I like to say is that I don't think it's worth it. That I don't want to complicate that part of my life. Which is an honest enough assessment, though to complete the whole truth there is the simple matter that by nature I'm rather shy, and the fact that when I was younger I did fall hard in love several times and wound up getting badly burned. Girl-shy shy boys don't wind up with wildly exotic sex lives. So I content myself with what I do have. And I happen to be Sue's husband only because on that fateful day years back she did literally reach out and grab me. And I replied, hey, great! A lovely lady who just happens to want to ball my brains out. That's good enough for me. By then my wife and our little boy had extricated themselves from all the safety straps in the car. The big rounds of hugs followed. I retreated to the car to fetch a few things and lock up while they ambled on up to the house. I heard another voice, turned a quick glance back, and saw Tracy step out onto the porch. I hadn't been sure if Sue's sister would be over or not. She of course had her own apartment, and I'd figured we'd see her sometime over the course of the weekend. I give a wave I'm not sure she sees, then go on about my business, my heart beating just a little bit faster. We'd been getting to see much more of Tracy in the past half year since she left the coast to return to her old hometown. Before that, between her moves and our moves, we'd generally lived many hundred or several thousand miles apart, meeting up for a day or two every three or four years. Like sister like sister, they're both extremely easy on the eye, though from different angles. Tracy's a little shorter, with lighter hair, maybe a bit more chest, and a luscious smile. Her eyes, when they sparkle, are nearly bewitching. Aside from an ever ongoing, if often long-distance, historic threesome with a married couple she's known since college, she hasn't had any real steady partner in many years. She's far too independent for that. Though no doubt she gets by just fine. You'd have to be a guy who strictly likes guys not to want more than a second look at Tracy. That or be totally into walking advertisements for the silicon industry. Sue's told me several times that Tracy's been "cock crazy" ever since she found out what they were. Perhaps she's been a little alone since moving back, but obviously nowhere in the world is there a shortage of cocks ready to go crazy over the likes of her. I'll easily admit I've had my fun thinking about her now and then, not that I've ever thought of seeking any fun further than that. Still I was looking forward to the afternoon and evening having that added little zip to the air. I gathered up most of the trip trash from the car and carried it a few feet further down the drive to the garbage cans. Actually, there wasn't really anything in the car to cart in. My coat, it'd gotten too warm not to leave on the seat. Sue had gotten her small bag, the kid's essentials. I locked up. I swept around back and actually had the key in the lock when I decided, oh fuck all the junk in the trunk, get it after I've gotten a cup of coffee. "Hi," I heard. I whipped around to see Tracy standing on the cobbled pathway from the porch to the drive. She was smiling, and gave me a crimped little wave. "Hey Tracy! So wonderful to see you." I started taking a few ambling steps her way. "Gee, don't I get a hug too?" By then I was there, and my arms flew open to follow hers. For one brief moment we were like birds, flapping our wings while standing on the ground, doing some weird mating dance. Then we were clasping each other lightly around the shoulders. I was rabidly thinking about the last time we'd hugged, the last time I'd come over, when we were leaving. My right hand had surprised me and slid down from the customary position between her shoulder blades to just above the small of her back, stopping there for a couple quick pats. When we'd stepped apart, Tracy had continued staring at me, her head at a tilt and her eyes quite sparkling. This time her hand was fast all the way to the small of my back, where it lingered, rubbing in small circles, while the front of her torso closed the usual little gap, pressing up against mine. My god! I could feel her breasts against my chest! I dipped my hand in imitation of hers, and she exhaled a slight but distinct, "Mmmm." All the windows were upon us, and we broke apart after not much longer than usual. "So," she spoke, "would you like some help carrying things in?" "Well, if you want." Her eyes grew wide. "I want!" We continued down the path to the drive and her hand slunk down and latched onto mine. She pulled us to a halt at the corner of the porch, where a stand of forsythia grew wide and tall and wild. The big burst of yellow flowering was unfortunately on the wane, but in the wake the leaves were out thick and dense. In the shadow of it we were invisible from the house. "That was such a nice hug," she whispered, "can I please have another?" Immediately, and longly, Tracy swept me into that position. She still led, but I followed much more quickly. Our hands were roving all over our backs, dropping way down to grip and cup and kneed each other's ass. Her breath was fresh and warm in my ear, a soft wetness reaching out to tickle the lobe. I pulled my head back to say something though I had no idea what I wanted to say. It didn't matter because her hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers, and then our tongues were twining, speaking a different language entirely. Through our shirts I could feel her nipples pressing against my flesh, and then her hips were rotating against mine, grinding her pubic bone against my groin, which was rising up like a big hard bone itself. She was making sounds in her throat like a cat purring. My muted response was that of a lion roaring. Finally, somehow, we managed to step apart. With eyes like stars, Tracy was nearly breathless when she spoke. "Robert, I have been thinking about you for a long long long time." "Exactly," I managed. We made it to the back of the car and I opened the trunk. Tracy bent over and reached in to get some bags, and my hand was immediately on her ass, caressing the fine curves and then dipping down between her legs to gently rub that sweet juncture. She just stopped at what she was doing and paused in that position. At that angle, the forsythia was of little use in shielding us from the view from the porch, but otherwise the house itself was still blind. I couldn't help myself. I moved behind Tracy and pressed up against her. Through the layers of cloth, my stiff cock nestled between the cleft of her ass. I reached around her, each hand coming to cradle a breast. Squeezing gently but insistently, I felt her nipples harden to cherry pits against my palms. I nuzzled down and started nipping her at the nape of her neck. "My god," she groaned, "I don't know what we're going to do about this, but you better believe I'm thinking real fast." - - - Tracy and I gathered a real hero's welcome when we staggered into the house bearing the entire contents of the trunk. She had the bag of immediate toys, Sue's camera bag, and a grocery sack with some food items. I was stumbling under the load of all the rest, five or six bags of it. "Would you like me to make some coffee?" Sue chirped. "Perfect," I groaned as I staggered past the livingroom down the hall to the guestroom. I could have done the load in two or three trips, and normally I would have. But this time I needed all the luggage I could carry and swing before me to disguise the fact that the front of my pants was bulging with an erection worthy of King Kong. I was in our bedroom forever, sort of scooting things around, waiting for the worst of it to subside. I'd barely had my first cup of coffee, looking at the dregs and thinking with longing about the next, when Tracy piped up about how she was all out of cat food. Sue and Maud and the kid were by then well immersed in some sort of board game. The thing about Tracy is that she doesn't own a car and indeed has never held a license. Thus her remark could be seen as cute and cloying and self-serving. It was still all that, though this time it was an obvious signal. She buys that good stuff that you can only get at the vets or specialty pet shops. The only one of the latter was located over on the strip a few blocks away, well beyond the reach of her feet from her apartment. I slowly volunteered, rolling my eyes at Sue and Maud to let them know I was just being a good guy. The drive over it was just like that, as though the interior of the car was sacrosanct. I didn't speak a word, and the dozen or so Tracy did were purely directional. But once we were in the pet superstore, we were like fresh lovers gone shopping for the first time. The only lingering question seemed to be in which aisle we'd stop and just pull down our pants. Which stand of cans would be cover enough for us to fuck each other brainless. But instead we made it through the checkout, if rumpled still clothed. And then we were out by the car, putting the purchase in the back seat. It was a large bag, and I was situating it on the floor so it wouldn't fall over and tear and spill at a sudden stop or something. I wasn't even aware of the hand that'd crept between my legs from behind until it was sliding up and down and up and down, pressing against me so lovingly. I stood up so fast I nearly smashed my head on the door frame. In a second I had the door slammed and Tracy pinned against the car, kissing her madly, one hand caressing her behind while the other cupped a breast. "God what I'd like to do if this parking lot wasn't in a strip mall with hundreds of people all around." She smiled lightly and playfully pushed me away, then looked down shyly, her hands sort of gathered at her throat. Her hands dropped down her front a few inches. I nearly fainted when I realized she was unbuttoning her shirt. She stopped midway down, then gave her shoulders a shudder, giving a little billow to the fabric. Tracy turned a sly look my way. There may have been hundreds of people well within sight of her, but I was the only one privileged to be at the proper vantage, close enough and at just the right angle to see the marvelous display of her breast in profile. I stepped forward, slipping my hand inside her shirt, feeling the sweet warmth of her warm flesh. I tweaked her nipple and she shivered. "Tracy," I hissed in her ear, "lightning could strike now and I'd die the happiest man who ever lived." "God, you're easy," she giggled. "In that case, we'll put you permanently in the record books because I've got a plan," she declared, "that involves you driving me home. In all respects." There really wasn't anything else to do but get in the car and drive back to Maud's. I'd barely backed the car out of the slot when she turned to me with the comment, "You know, if you walk into the house looking like that," she gave a nod at my lap, "everyone's bound to think I've been teasing you." It was true that my condition had been going on for so long that it felt due to an infusion of not blood but concrete, which had set and turned to stone. "And one thing I've never been is a cock-teaser. In fact, I pride myself on being a cock- pleaser." That in itself was almost enough to set me off. "And it is my personal opinion," she continued purring while releasing her seat belt, scooting over and placing her hand on the subject of her dialogue, "that it would be quite a shame to waste such a fine erection as this." Somehow I managed not to just shoot off in my pants. Before I could blink I was rewarded with a lesser release, the front of my jeans splayed open to the bottom of the zipper, underwear drawn bunched down just enough for my cock to spring up like a rocket ready to blast off to the heavens. "Ooh," Tracy cooed, "he looks so lonely, like he could really use a nice warm wet kiss." She lowered her head and engulfed my crown. This while I was trying to make a tricky left turn out of the parking lot. I was shocked to find myself then driving down the road, instead of crashed into every other car in the vicinity. "Lift your butt," Tracy commanded, "I want immediate access to all the good parts." And there I was, having negotiated another left turn at the light, tooling down a residential side street with my pants tugged down to my ankles, knees spread wide. I was glad the car was an automatic, because no way could I have managed a second pedal. While I make no claims on being part mule, Tracy had me feeling like I better trade in on a convertible. I felt like waving out the window and shouting to all the people puttering around their yards, "Hey, hi, I'm getting the best blow job that ever was!" But I was incapable of any words. I was all moans, then mournful sighs as yet again Tracy took me to a glimpse of the top only to stop, pull away, and smile. "Oh, please," I finally groaned. "Oh, you know I will," she sparkled, "eventually," dropping down for more. The fingers of her left hand were gently juggling my balls while her right firmly jacked the base of my cock, her mouth working all sorts of magic on the head. I thought, this is it. But then again she stopped. There were tears in my eyes. She rose up and licked a wide wet circle around my mouth, then asked, "Ready? I want you to come in my mouth right now like crazy." She plunged and swallowed me whole, sucking like I've never known before. She didn't move her mouth, her cheeks moving in and out, though her tongue was sliding all around in impossible contortions. Her left hand was squeezing my balls just this side of painfully. The right hand, now freed, disappeared, until all of a sudden I felt a slick finger duck down then slip way up inside my unsuspecting asshole. Fortune smiled upon me, the moment finding me foot down on the brake at a stop sign, the rearview mirror a stretch of unoccupied asphalt. Though generally not inclined to hyperbole, I did at that juncture feel like half my body weight had turned to sperm, gone from me in endless gushes down Tracy's throat. I felt as if I'd not only died, but despite my earthly transgressions I'd not only skipped hell but gone straight to sit on the golden throne itself. At length, Tracy lifted and crawled up my chest. She gave me a very small, chaste, quiet kiss, her lips like her eyelids closed. But as she finished, a low moan erupted up her throat, throwing them both open wide. Her mouth went wet, wild and deep, her tongue bearing the taste of a longing to share. Eventually she withdrew with a smile, allowing me the life to proceed through the intersection. "And that was only a preview," she thrust back up to inform my ear with a thick and husky tongue. "And that was only a preview," I managed to murmur back. "Yes, of coming attractions," she relayed. "Of coming attractions," I repeated. "And Robert . . . if you think I have a talented mouth . . . " her tone turned wicked. - - - I did my best to recover and not absolutely stagger when I went back into the house. I had to make myself scarce for about twenty minutes, hoping to reclaim my wits. Finally my blood pressure was back to normal. By then, everyone was sitting out on the back deck. That was good, I thought. The rest of the house was now safe for me to roam. I went into the kitchen and heated up the coffee, wondering how I was going to make it through the rest of the afternoon. I poured a cup and was stirring in some sugar when I glanced through the window and saw Tracy stand up and start towards the back door. In a flash, I was out the front door. I stopped on the porch, trying to decide my next move. I couldn't very well stroll down the street carrying a mug of hot coffee. The best bet would be to set the coffee down, but by the time I did that it was too late. "So there you are!" Tracy came out the door. "Say, Robert," she smirked, "you're not trying to avoid me, are you?" I nodded yes. "How come?" she reached out and fondled me down there. "Careful!" I hissed. "I'm sorry," she stepped back surprised. "Did that hurt?" "No. The exact opposite. Tracy, I'm trying hard to get myself back under control. I don't think it would be very good form if I started growling and howling and pulling our pants down in front of the others." "No. But it might be fu-u-un!" she trilled. She giggled and smiled, then remarked, "It's a good thing I'm not wearing light colored pants." The seeming non-sequitur confused me. "Why? What do you mean?" "Because," Tracy grabbed my hand, guiding it down between her legs, "there would be a rather dark spot right here." "Oh, Tracy," I moaned. The cloth at the crotch was damp to the touch. "As you might imagine," she breathed heavily, "my panties are soaking wet. Don't forget, I haven't had my fun yet. But I intend to. And I need you back in public so I can set the stage for later." Still mesmerized by what I felt, I started stroking her through the layers of material. "Don't!" she gasped, pushing my hand away. "If I get anymore worked up, all the world will smell it. And then they'll think some cute guy's been waving his big beautiful magic wand around in my face. And I wonder who that could be? You wouldn't want them thinking that you're a big cunt-tease, do you? You're not a cunt-teaser, are you?" "No ma'am," I grinned. "I aim to please." "And I bet you hit the bull's-eye everytime." "Everytime," I reached up her shirt, gently squeezing both her breasts. Tracy paused in the doorway and checked inside, then wiggled her bottom, looking back over her shoulder to waggle her eyebrows at me. I licked my upper lip in a long slow response. I gave her a decent distance, then retrieved my coffee and followed through the house back out to the deck. Apparently she had gotten a little more excited, because I was able to follow the trail of her scent. Fortunately it wasn't particularly overt, nothing you would really notice unless your brain was already totally fixated on the sensations of such a lushly blooming flower brimming with dew. The gathering out on the deck wasn't as difficult as I had imagined. Sure, there was a whole new world of meaning behind her eyes when Tracy looked at me, but it wasn't anything anyone else could see without knowing the context. Things didn't degenerate into a series of grotesquely indiscreet pantomimes between us. A few times during the shifting of the several hours she lingered an extra moment or two when she had to move her sweet tush closest to my face, while fetching a refill of iced tea, or stretching to adjust the angle of the big umbrella above the table. Most importantly, from my perspective, though there were stirrings enough for me to know that my penis was more than ready, willing and able for another round of fun, it was generally content to behave itself. At some point, when the child was well off amusing himself in the yard, the four of us got to actually have some uninterrupted grown up talk. We were discussing our favorite books and authors. When the conversation lagged for a minute, Tracy suddenly brought up my least favorite subject, my own stories. My private little vice. I would have been less embarrassed to talk about my masturbatory habits. There was a time when I would set myself into a serious mode and send out submissions, but the postage and envelopes and disappointments exacted too heavy a toll. Anymore, I just worked up clean finished copies, and filed them into boxes, to the utter consternation of the few people in the know. Every year or two I would show around a piece to close friends or family. I'd recently made that very mistake. I sort of sputtered the familiar litany of excuses, the most honest being that I no longer had any idea of what places existed that might even be interested in my piddly offerings. Tracy quickly piped up, "I have a whole shelf full of small press journals and such. Please feel free to come over sometime and browse through them, and borrow any that you want." "Well, sure," I replied, recognizing the cue, "thanks. Maybe I will sometime." Finally the conversation shifted. My mind drifted, catching something about how Tracy had spent more than she could really afford buying the big bag of cat food, but how it'd been on such a sale she would've been a fool not to. Eventually we all gravitated back indoors. Tracy and I could have reeked of fresh sex, and still it would have been overwhelmed by the making of dinner, boiling pasta, bubbling tomato sauce and garlic bread baking. At the table, I came to notice that Tracy was using just her right hand to eat and drink. I didn't have long to wonder about it as her hidden hand quickly arrived under the table cloth from her lap to mine. I thought, no fair! Then I thought, fair's fair! I slipped off a shoe and then swung my toes around between her thighs. There was a different kind of commotion going on at the other end of the table. My son, who ritually refuses to be served any sort of sauce on his pasta, had somehow gotten the front of his shirt looking like he'd taken a shotgun blast to his chest. All that noise masked Tracy's little gasp, and, as she withdrew her hand, she whispered, "Touché." The rest of the evening unrolled, I realized, exactly according to plan. We all sat around talking for awhile, and then it was time to pop the children's movie in the VCR. Tracy remembered she was expecting a long-distance call in about twenty minutes. There was that time factor, but as well she flipped through her wallet and realized she'd spent too much on the catfood to have cab fare home. I'd seen the movie too many times already and was planning to go in the bedroom to read instead, so with a roll of my eyes towards Maud and Sue, I gallantly offered to give her a lift. "And while you're there, if you want you can check out those magazines I mentioned. I mean, I'm going to be tied up on the phone for a while, but you're more than welcome to flip through and choose a few." "Yea, well, whatever," I mumbled. There was a mixture of pity and pure thanks on the faces of Sue and Maud. Their looks told me they'd be minting me medals until I returned. - - - 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." ========================= Like? Yes? No? 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