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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!

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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]



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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 =========================

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