Message-ID: <5049eli$9710211715@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5049.txt> From: losgud <lushgod@hotnomail.com> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Retry NEW STORY--Driving Me Crazy [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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <344CF360.4E72@hotnomail.com> ========================= The following is total fiction. Any resemblance etc. is a product of your imagination. This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. ©1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= M/F inc-in-law con humor NOTE: Kind of batty, kind of long, kind of different. It might be wise to not wait until the end to put on the asbestos gloves and safety glasses. DRIVING ME CRAZY [2/2] Rachel's alleged present was real, propped against the wall right inside her door, exactly where she'd left it to remember it, exactly where she'd left it forgotten this morning. A small cheaply framed unattributed woodblock print she'd found at a yard sale for a dollar or two. It depicted--in purple ink and the crudity of an amateur's handling of a crude medium--a naked woman standing in a cornfield. I stood there stunned. It was the most lovely work of art I'd seen in years. There was no way for Rachel to have guessed except through a flash of pure intuition. "H-h-how?" I stammered. "I don't know. I caught a glimpse of it and wouldn't have stopped for a second look, except for the rustling of corn. The woman was jumping up and down flapping her arms and shouting _Give me to Carl, give me to Carl!_" I gave her a quick hug in thanks. Afterwards I was obliged to stand around. I really wanted to get going. I openly admired the casual but tasteful-on-a-budget furnishings of the livingroom. It was a nice enough space, dealt with in a nice enough manner. The futon folded on the floor as a low sofa, covered in a huge sheet of red batik. An odd solid thick chair carved all over dating to the days when furniture wasn't supposed to be comfortable. A nice selection of nice things decorating the walls. Improvised shelves for all the books. The modern corner for sight and sound and such arranged in an unobtrusive way. The ergonomic chair in front of the computer that really I would have stolen if I'd had half a chance. I threw my sweet comments about as a scattering of candy. By the end I was ready to go. I started making those shuffling motions. "Surely you don't have to leave already? C'mon, exactly what sort of pressing business do you have to attend to?" I gulped, trying to make up a guess. Everything I could think of sounded like a really lame slap of her face. _Did you know I'm directly descended from Garbo?_ I have my _vants_. Rachel took a few steps towards me. "So, did Laura have a word with you, too?" I replied with as blank a look as my face could barely hold. She shrugged with a curly set to her lips. "I only ask because she sure had a word with me." "A wh-wh-what?" I stammered. "A word? Wh-wh-what word? That is I mean I guess no she didn't, not that I know of." The life of a bluff is only as long as it lasts. The value of a bluff is only as long as it works. I was born a terrible hand at poker. I seem to have this subcutaneous electronic billboard built into my face. It's invisible until it starts flashing away _LIAR LIAR LIAR_. Rachel gestured around with her hand then moved in for the kill. "Here, let me give you the grand tour. These are my lips," she kissed. "Let me introduce my breasts," she rubbed them against me. She knew what she was doing. She was driving me crazy. With a long sigh I succumbed. My hands mirrored hers in moving around and down. "I see you're having the pleasure of meeting my ass, so . . . " she moved one of my hands between her legs, "guess what I like to do with this." Right about then something strange happened to gravity. _Both our shirts flew up in the air!_ The anomaly didn't last long. Our pants dropped _down_ around our legs. Rachel was nipping my lips and busy finding buried treasures down inside my underpants. I had a hand admiring the mountainous regions up north. There wasn't a strand of _big and droopy_ DNA in all the family. But nevertheless, as I was again experiencing first hand, it was a surprise to see that all that there was didn't need the support of a bra. Firm and proud is the family tradition. Laura wears a bra in the word- a-day world to try and disguise the genetically prominent nipples. Born to be suckled. Oh, and a couple racy lacy numbers she'll put on to please me into crawling out of bed and into the car. My other hand had meanwhile fast returned to the valley down south, where the river runs fast and deep. Funny, I couldn't remember Rachel having spilled a drink in her lap, but there I was fingering the evidence. I felt through the fabric and found a little button. _Aha_, an on/off switch! Wonder what it controls? I gave it a press, and immediately her pelvis swung into action. "What are you _doing_?" Rachel crooned in my ear. "You're getting me _so_ excited! Are you trying to make me cream in my panties, huh? Is that what you want? Get them sopping wet with pussy juice, hmm? Yea, and then what? Make me come like crazy and just soak them? And then what? Are you going to take them off so you can fuck me, yea? And then keep them as a momento? Yea? Uh huh? Of how you got me so hot and horny I couldn't control myself? My pretty little panties all sweet and sticky? And take them home with you? Keep them so you can take them out sometimes, huh? Like when you're alone and kind of horny? And then what'll you do? Huh? Maybe sniff them? And then? A good whiff of my lush cunt and then, yea? you just have to jack-off like crazy?" Rachel was giving me a pretty good demonstration of that technique. All this prattle was driving me crazy. It felt just like being in the car. _My Life Among a Wandering Tribe._ The journey without end. Okay, okay, a glimpse around the bend, I was pretty sure of the destination. All this talk, did she start it for my benefit? There is that secret manual, and you never know who has a copy. If they don't they don't but if they do they have the whole text memorized. _"Remember, lots of talk about your hot box and love sauce--the guys just lap it up!"_ But the beginning differed from the end. I couldn't hide my excitement, but hers was miles ahead. At the start her panties had felt quite damp, but that was a desert region compared to the drenching they'd gotten by now. And then the earthquake hit. Rachel took the full force of the tremor, buckling at the knees and collapsing against me. I had an arm around her, but mostly it was my hand between her legs that kept her from the floor. Imagine that pressure! It set of a chain reaction I couldn't think how to stop. The more she slumped the harder I had to press up the more she slumped . . . I was just going to have to let her drop to the ground. Suddenly a burst of energy surged through her limbs. It was a miracle! She could stand by herself. She could walk again! "Now that you've gotten yourself so well acquainted with my livingroom," Rachel growled, "how about we go meet my bedroom?" That voyage was a funny sack race, the both of us hopping along in the tangle of our pants. "Go away!" I shouted at mine, "I don't need you right now." I finally caught up with Rachel at the edge of the bed. One last lunge and I grabbed her by the hips. The force sent her bent belly-down on the covers. I prized off my panty prize, peeling them over her ass and down her legs. "These are _mine_ now," I crowed. "Here, pants, catch! Stash these in your pocket and _run_." Rachel turned a look back at me and giggled, arching her bottom up in the air. "I hope you're not one to be content with ribbons and bows. That's just the present's wrapping. All _this_," she wiggled, "is yours now too!" I stood there stopped, gaping, sort of gasping. Rachel rolled over and drew her legs up so that her feet were on the bed, her knees held high and wide. She dipped a hand all the way down between them, a finger or two playing among her treasures. "You tell me," she crooned, "am I as slick and swollen as I feel." "Um, hard to say." _Duh._ "I think I need I closer look." _Double du-u-uhhhh._ I went to my knees, my face descending into the heady mist rising up from her valley. _Feeding frenzy_ was a phrase that ran through my mind. She did make some mention along the lines of hot box and love sauce. And boy did I ever lap it up! I sent my tongue deep down to drink at the source. It returned back resplendent with tales of its adventures and discoveries. Then I got curious about that little button again. What would happen if I licked it? Flicked it? Swirled my tongue all around it, gave it a lippy nibble, and then sucked it? It was a versatile little switch. Rachel's thighs were no longer spread so wide. Indeed they seemed to want to slam together tight, but my head was in the way. Her hips couldn't decide whether they wanted to push her sex against my mouth even harder, or pull away completely. Hands were at my head, tearing out tufts of hair. Various combinations set off the alarms, while another set her seismic core in motion. But then I must have broken the button. Everything kept happening all at the same time, and there didn't seem to be any way to turn any of it off. _Man_, I wish I had a toy like _that_ between _my_ legs! I mean, I pack a marvel all my own. Walk around all day and hardly know it's there. You have to wrestle it out through your fly in time to not pee in your pants. Then _presto!_ with no warning and in scant seconds, the thing is suddenly _huge_. And it _shoots_ stuff out its tip. But what drives me crazy is the design flaw. The pump motor just _eats_ the batteries, and as far as I know there's no AC adapter on the market. Eventually, to my relief, most of her fuss settled down. Rachel pulled me all the way on top of her, then scooted us more towards the middle of the bed. Her stroking fingers went like her family, visiting all the various spots of my body. "Okay, I gave you your present. Now where's mine? Laura said you had a nice big present for me." And indeed I did. "Indeed I do. Where would you like to take delivery of it. It is kind of large, and it takes up a fair amount of space" "So I've noticed. Oh, just put it wherever you think it'll fit in best." A wee nudge from me and I'd found just the spot. "Oh yes! _Right there!_ That'll be perfect. Though maybe push it in some more so nobody trips over it." I pushed it in all the way, but it didn't feel quite right, so I pulled it almost all the way out. Then I sunk it back in at a slightly different angle. Naw, so I pulled it almost all the way out again. Let's try it from this direction. Hmmm? Maybe not, back up once more . . . "Uh huh, oh yea, I can tell you've been well-trained. I'll have to put in a good word to your boss. And such aptitude! You're a perfect fit for the job. You certainly deliver those goods, and how!" If I remembered right, what I had to do was sort of press down while also nudging upwards, and that should shut off the flow of words. Hey, it worked! The button wasn't broken after all! Rachel's eyes took on that glowy glaze in confirmation. Her legs slapped shut around my waist and her hands went to a tight grip on my ass. We settled in for a long slow serious fuck. Whether this was better than an afternoon of pizza and reading and peace and quiet I'll never know. There never was a minute of any of that to hold up in comparison. Not that I'm complaining. The only complaint I heard was towards the finish line. At the tail-end of a low groan Rachel whimpered, "You bastard, I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow. If I have another one I'm going to die!" She didn't sound too unhappy with the prospect. "What?" I whispered in her ear, "you don't think this is driving me crazy too?" Her bones may have all turned to jelly, but I knew there wasn't a dumb one in all her body. Soon enough her fingers found my safety catch and the trigger and she emptied the chamber. And she did have another one, which, if anything, made her all the more alive. It was still the same day, but she didn't have any trouble walking me out to the car. Though her legs did seem to keep wrapping themselves around mine. I find it hard to get a good grip on the passage of time myself anymore. I was snapped from my daze by the seatbelt's ominous _click_. "Oh no!" I keened. "Don't worry," Laura soothed me, "we're going home." After a few miles I started nodding off. "What's the matter, baby? Miss your afternoon nap?" I was spiraling downward too quickly to respond. And then I was getting out of the car. "This isn't home," I snapped. "Just a brief pitstop," Laura answered briskly, "barely a detour." It was a brother I never knew she even had! We were at a point roughly 100 miles northwest of our house, in a city I'd never seen. She explained as we got in the car for the absolute last leg of the journey. "He just moved back. He was living for years in California, but you never made it that far." "So like what? He sacrificed himself for the sake of family? Gave up the sun and fun for this." "Basically yes. There's a glut of us out in California. The noble boy's filling a gap. Henry's now the eastern edge of the western trail." This news was driving me crazy. It took ten minutes for the shivers to quit running up and down my spine. Laura shot me a queer look. "Are you having some sort of attack?" "Basically, yes." It was so late by the time we got home I just wanted to drop dead on the bed. Instead Laura detained me in the livingroom, ripe for some bright conversation. "So. Did you have fun today while I was gone?" "Huh?" She closed the gap and began fondling me with a smug look on her face. "What'd you do, hmm? Get some good exercise? A real workout? Did you get your rocks off and knock her socks off? Well?" Well? Well well well. Well it was her idea in the first place. "Yea, I did." "Yea, and does Rachel have a nice tight hot juicy pussy like me?" "Uhm. Definite family resemblance there." "You know what? I don't believe you. I don't think you had the balls to go through with it." "May not be much left in my balls to go through it now, but at the time I guarantee you there was plenty." She gave me a dubious look. "Oh right. Feels like a big old load in there right now." _Enough of this teasing_, I thought. I pulled the proof from my pocket and dangled them right in front of her nose. "So my sister's perpetually horny. Happens when you don't have a man around the house. Though I do think it's cute that you raided her hamper to try and impress me." I undid my pants in a flash. "Try this," I taunted. "You dipped your wick in a bowl of fish chowder? That's kind of sick." "Taste it!" I roared. "Lick it, slurp it, suck it!" Laura sunk to her knees and sunk it in her mouth. No more words now. And whoa, what a mouth! It was driving me crazy. The booster rockets were ready to blast when she stopped, stood up and walked away. "Hey! No fair!" "What?" she asked innocently over her shoulder. "Didn't I do a good job. Looks all clean to me." The race was on! Laura had the clear advantage of a fastened skirt, but my pants were still up, held in my hands, and I wasn't far behind. I finally caught up with Laura at the edge of the bed. One last lunge and I grabbed her by the hips. The force sent her bent belly-down on the covers. Up went that skirt! Laura turned a look back at me and giggled, arching her bottom up in the air. I plunged right in with no problem, leaving Laura gasping for air. I was going along my merry way when it hit me. "Hey, where are _your_ panties?" "Check your _other_ pocket, sleepy head," she trilled. "Had to take them off," she grunted. "Been thinking about this all day." She gave a great groan, "Next time mom can go alone." Next time? There was the fine sight of my cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Next time. The wonderful feeling of her ass, squeezing it with my hands. Next time. Not to mention the hand of hers that'd ducked under to gently jiggle my balls. Next time? And the incredible rippling grip on my cock when she went into combustion. No, next time. That was it. The implications were driving me crazy. Next time! Sometimes just a few little words is all it takes to send you soaring over the edge. ========================= End Part 2 of 2 ========================= Like? Yes? No? 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