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The following is total fiction.  Any resemblance etc. is a product of
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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 
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the high four figures.  Death and 
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©1997 losgud.  Personal use just fine.  Archiving okay.  Absolutely NO
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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_."
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