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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  

	
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."

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