Message-ID: <5047eli$9710211715@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: losgud X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Retry NEW STORY--Island [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Nntp-Posting-User: [unauthenticated] Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <344CF1AD.4AD3@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 Con Humor NOTE: Again--losgud trademark--there is the long buildup and wait for the sky to darken before the fireworks commence. If you don't want the context, skip about halfway down to after dinner. Enjoy! ISLAND [2/2] Sure enough I was right. I lay there in bed thinking _man, it's gotten_ too _quiet out there_. Then the wind picked up. The trees out back of the cabin began their supernatural keening, a sound I've always found extremely disconcerting. It would be too dark to see but I knew exactly how it would look, the wall of solid water sweeping across the lake. There was a brief flash like someone was lurking outside with an instamatic camera. I counted the miles until I heard the brief _pop_. That laggard the old speed-of- sound would be closing the gap real fast. There was never any real danger. All the trees within falling range had been cleared off to build the damn cabin. Around the cabin stood a grove of lightning rods that looked like the place was actually transmitting clandestine signals to the evil aliens in the next galaxy. And given what a tinder shack the place was it probably had been a good idea to reroof it in tin. That hat was _bolted_ down, and grounded like crazy. A good idea, mind you, if you didn't have to be on the island during a storm. I was getting a headache just thinking about what a headache I was going to get. There were the first few pretty little drops, and then the steel drum marching band arrived. I could hear Melissa start to stir. Within minutes we were beneath a forest of lightning sprouting down from the clouds. The air was thick with the smell of electricity, the cracking like every bone in your body splitting at once. The only sound louder was the shriek Melissa gave as she launched herself upon me. I was not caught unawares. That little girl of her will go with her to the grave. She has always been pathologically terrified of thunderstorms. The familiar pounce was of course a bit more quaint when she was younger by twenty years and about a hundred pounds. The amazing thing was how she was on the bed and within seconds burrowed beneath the covers and wrapped tightly around me. I soothed her in the old way, murmuring a string of nonsense noises, kissing the top of her head, my free hand performing hypnotic loops upon her back. Gradually the storm crossed, and the small swirls of my hand sent me down into a light doze as well. I started thinking about the dog I had when I was a kid. He was a German Shepherd we named Rocky, until when still a pup someone bothered to lift his tail to discover that he was in fact a she. The name Rockette never really stuck. She was a ferocious dog. She was loyally great with the family, but woe unto the milkman and mailman and garbageman and any man, woman or child who dared set foot on our stoop and knock on the door. But thunder made her melt. She'd be quivering in your lap at just the mention of it. I was well remembering one night when she was half up in my lap and then as the storm passed she was hunching my leg. Rocky was much in heat at the time. This was back in the days before people altered their pets, and while much has been made of male dogs doing that old leg humping shit, it was nothing like Rocky letting you know when she was wanting some of that good attention. Rocky sort of melted into Belinda, a girlfriend of mine during my year in college. Thunderstorms for Belinda were the gods' manna that maybe the lights would be shot for a few hours. But otherwise she was like Rocky. Her crotch rubbing along my thigh expressed her desires better than any words. The two of us were not a very well matched couple. The major miracle wasn't that we stayed together but that we'd gotten together in the first place. Once we were set in place, the sex was a huge squirt of glue. So though my shoulder was rather wet--from Melissa's fearful tears I remembered--it was a desert compared to the soppy circle on my thigh. Given the call, and the pressure of a warm leg against it, my cock was throbbing in full regalia. "Oh Daddy," Belinda whimpered. Oh Daddy? _Oh my fucking god!_ I feigned sleep. My penis was having none of that. A hand touched it, and it _lurched_. The fucking tube-shaped slut! Old Mr. Friendly was wanting to pop out of my pyjama bottoms and shake hands with everyone. The problem with cocks are that they don't have hands of their own. If they did they could detach and go off to an island all their own and live happily ever after. In a girlish whisper Melissa intoned in my ear, "Is this the magic wand that made me your Princess? What happens when I _rub_ it, hmm?" She started to find out. And she'd be finding out real quick if she kept up that pace. It'd been nearly a month since anyone but me had taken that old dog out for a walk. "Melissa," I hissed. "Yes _Daddy_?" "What are you _doing_?" "I'm still scared, Daddy. I need you to comfort me more. And more and _more_." I couldn't figure out _what_ to do. I could be forceful and honorable, but hell, the dynamics between us were already irrevocably altered. And then there was that throbbing part of me that was shouting, _Just shut up and enjoy the show!_ Before I could conclude any damn thing, Melissa turned into a bulldozer, driving between my legs and pushing the covers and my bottoms out of her way. I knew I was a goner the moment her tongue touched my cock. "_Gee-e-ez_," I mumbled amid a groan. "Did I just hear a request for _jizz_?" she replied brightly. "Okay, one serving, _coming_ right up." With that her lips plunged all the way down, then up, then down. _My god_, I thought, _No wonder Dale always has a smile on his face!_ Boy, you think you know your kids. I'd had no inkling that my little girl had grown up to be a cocksucker _extraordinaire_. Though then again perhaps this isn't the sort of development that gets related over Thanksgiving Dinner. Melissa was certainly having a big old dinner right now and no doubt I was giving many thanks. She took a breather just long enough to complain, "I have an _owee_ Daddy, could you kiss it and make it feel better?" Then she swung a leg over and presented me with as fine a feast as I've ever seen. I couldn't really see it very well in the dark, but lord could I smell it. At that my final reserves came crumbling down. It's a strange kind of affliction, and I'm _sure_ I'm unique in this respect. But a cunt lush and open in invitation is an offer I've never been able to resist. I reached up to grab her hips and pull her to me, but I was acting prematurely. Melissa got settled in her position and then plummeted herself directly down upon my face. I grabbed her hips anyway, locking her to my lips. Her lips were plump and swollen; my tongue parting them breached the dam and set the sweet juices just flowing. Just the texture alone of her labia was enough to make me loose control. Not that her tongue was helping matters at all. Old Faithful blew right on schedule and in my frenzy I attacked her counterpart in kind, sucking and licking her clit like it was my penis and my mouth was hers. I couldn't hear a sound of her satisfaction and I doubted she could hear any of mine. Lissa's thighs went squeezing my ears while she ground herself down. We were each facefuls of fluids; we hardly needed the soundtrack. I could hear her thunder in my bones and feel the waves of rippling flesh under my hands. Eventually Melissa relaxed her hips and let me gasp for air. I expected the rest of her would relax, but I was expecting wrong. She just kept sucking away like the hungriest baby ever born. I thought to play Daddy the Teacher, and explain _after a man's blown like that he has to recover for awhile_. I was about to mumble some words to that effect when suddenly I started feeling the effect having an effect. A coaxing hand was caressing my balls when a slick finger slipped up my ass without so much as an introduction. _Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!_ I think I cried. It was a fitting homage. He was the guy who raised the dead, right? Well, never in my life had I sprung back to life so quickly. Lissa swiveled on top of me and we were face to face, mouth on mouth, tongues twining. Then she rolled us both over. "Daddy, can you help me? Your little girl's pussy is so alone and empty." I still had no idea where any of this was coming from, but I sure knew where it was going. The nasty angle was becoming fast terribly exciting. "Does my little Princess want to _feel_ the royal scepter." I felt like I was reading a really cheap and sleazy sex story, but to judge from the whimper of her response I had spoken the perfect set of words. Just a nudge of my hips sent the tip of me inside her private world. After that I was in for the pound. I've always been partial to women who combust with the first strike of my match. I waited for the rest of her senses to return, the slid slowly all the long way deep inside her. "Oh god, Daddy, _yes!_ Do _it_. Do it to _me_. _Do_ me. Do me _now!_" I've always had a hard time denying a request from Melissa. It was oh so very nice to be having a hard time not denying her request. And there I was, doing my best as the sensible side of my brain screamed, _you're fucking your own daughter!_ So perhaps it was my worst, but another part of me was soothing, _so what? you're even, because your daughter is certainly fucking you!_ Sure enough, she was meeting and matching my every thrust. With gusto. With fury and frenzy. I thought at this rate I'd soon be a goner again. But then I felt her start to shudder. I gritted my teeth and willed myself control. _Ride this out_, I kept chanting, _and then you'll get a rest_. Melissa went _wailing_, turned rigid, then softened into a pillow. I relaxed down against her, panting but saved, ready to participate some more. At last she drew a deep breath. "God how I used to dream of this every night a dozen years ago. I mostly gave it up because I didn't think I've ever get you to let my dreams come true. Bet you didn't know I used to spy on you guys sometimes. And _how_ I wanted those to be _my_ legs locked around your waist. _Just once_, I used to moan, _god_ just once let that be _me_." "So how do you like finally getting to have your one bite of forbidden fruit?" "Mmmm," she arched her back in a big purr, "best thing I've _ever_ tasted. And I never said it _had_ to be just _once_. Hmmm?" She asked the question even more bluntly, sending her pelvis rocking and her legs wagging in and out. Oh my! If I wanted to last, I had to do something fast to stop her from doing all that. I held my breath and plunged all the way in, full force, pinning her to the mattress. Melissa didn't seem to mind that in the least. "_Yes!_" she called out to the world, "you can do this to me all night long." "Oh no I can't. Or else it's going to shortest night on record." "Oh don't you worry. We can take it nice and slow." She just gazed up at me so sweetly, then giggled, "God, besides, one more like that last one and I'll be more than set for the night." This sounded like a plan to me. We kissed and stroked each other and with me buried deep inside her just sort of let our crotches lightly bump and nuzzle each other. But then in a flash Lissa's eyes went wide and she screamed, "_Oh my god!_ Where is this coming from?" Okay, change of plans. Not slow but _super fast_. She was bucking up against me like crazy, her cunt was _sucking_ my cock, so I went slamming in and out of her like a man possessed. Which is exactly what I was. As with all men and women we were riding on separate trains. But we sure pulled into the station together. The weather that had passed was nothing compared to the storm that exploded inside. There was ball lightning bouncing around the walls of that cabin. Thunder booming and torrents washing down. When we finally collapsed it was like we were melting together. We were soaked from head to toe. We kissed like moths fluttering against bulbs and rolled slowly onto our sides, staying engaged. We'd fried every wire in the parts of our brain governing consciousness. The very last sensations I had before sliding into sleep were that of my shrunken member slipping from her grasp. And then the most contented dreamy little sigh I'd ever heard. I moaned my own agreement before going under. I woke up with a start, the way you do when you feel something studying you. It's an animal instinct, sensing some other animal poised to pounce and devour you. It really is about the most disconcerting way to wake up. I opened my eyes, and the first they saw were Melissa's, wide open and staring at mine. Her head cocked up on a pillow. The glow of full morning was washing over us. I gained a few minutes of thought while my eyelids did that slow brushing up and down, the gesture of a butterfly drying its wings when fresh from the chrysalis. "Morning, Princess, how you feeling?" I slurred. "Oh," her voice went tiny into a fragile register, "I've certainly felt better." Oh boy. Did I suddenly feel like the original bucket of slime. I hadn't been the one to lead the dance of the night before, but, really, I should have been the one to decline the sway. _You stupid bastard!_ I was roaring to myself, _you've gone and ruined one of the best things in your life._ Stuff like this before coffee, no wonder mornings are world renowned as evil. "But," she continued with a little smirk, "I expect I'll feel better than ever before very long." At that a hand of hers dropped down between my legs. My morning erection had shriveled to a slug just moments before, but at her first touch it bloomed like a banana growing in a time-lapse film. Lissa rose up and swung herself over me and then sank right on down. We were without words. There wasn't any of that Daddy/Daughter naughty nonsense of the night before. In the fresh of the morning we were man and woman simply doing what man and woman do best. She smiled down at me wordlessly, lustfully, as she rose up, holding me just by the head of myself in her sweet slippery grip before plunging back down. Good god but I was a man by the name of Mr. Groan. Ms. Moan leaned forward, offering my mouth its choice of breasts. And what a heavenly choice! What primitive creatures we humans are. _Evolve_, damn it, _evolve!_ I needed _two_ mouths. That's how hungry I was. Melissa made sure we were both well-fed, several times, and that was long before breakfast. She left me lingering over coffee with a long tongue twisting kiss, her eyes sparkling as she went out to inspect the damage to the island from the storm. Eventually I took my mug and a chair to sit out in the sun. Get a good look at my beautiful world. A gorgeous day in the making. I could see the evidence of a tree down, and was sorry to see it go, but marked the spot in my consciousness as next year's supply of firewood. As well of course I was contemplating the changes wrought by our own peculiar storm. Definitely no damage done there! As for the permanence in any of it, well, that remained to be seen. I had no intention of trying to force anything. If Melissa's good morning was a playfully thanking goodbye for the goodnight, so be it. I could feast off the memories forever, and really there would be no need to alter any emotions because it was all so new that none had developed. It was akin to finding an envelope of money on the ground. You thumb through it in a big thirsty rush, but if you discover some tag of identification then you give it back. The reward may be intangible, but you smile nonetheless. If this was to continue, then there were the obvious logistics to consider, the circumventions to orchestrate. That as well was out of my hands. My co-conspirator had always been terribly good with details. Melissa came sprinting over the rise from the beach, flapping her wings and squawking the news, "Daddy, Daddy, the boat is _gone!_" She lept and slung herself into my lap facing me. "Oh yea?" I replied as steadily as I could under her squirming enthusiasm. "I guess the storm washed it away?" Melissa straightened up with a broad smile. "Yea. _Maybe_." ========================= End Part 2 of 2 ========================= Like? Yes? No? Comments welcome. losgud@hotmail.com ========================= I am archived at DejaNews under the "Author Name": lushgod@hotnomail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /