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Subject: {ASSM} "Visit"  by  deirdre  (FF, incest, D/s, sm)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Visit 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. 
-- deirdre

Visit 
by deirdre

As usual, I was having coffee with my next-door neighbor, Jane, in her
kitchen. We had talked over a lot of morning coffees and I really
didn't get embarrassed when our conversation turned to sex. Jane
admitted that sex with her husband had lost a lot of its excitement and
I had to agree. Jane said her daughter, Stacy, who was away at college,
probably had a much more exciting sex life than she did! I nodded my
head in agreement, though I was a little amazed that Jane could
contemplate Stacy's possible sex life with such detachment. Other than
that, our conversation was routine that morning though Jane did invite
me to come back later to swim & sunbathe at their pool.

While we were laying out, Stacy came out: she apparently had just
arrived for a week's visit home and had seen us and come out to catch
some rays herself. I caught myself staring at her a little: she wore
this tiny black bikini that made the one-pieces that Jane and I were
wearing seem positively conservative. She had the body for it, too--she
looked like one of those girls on a diet soda or light beer commercial.
She glanced at me and actually caught me staring and I'm sure I must
have blushed. But she had already looked away, but only after giving me
a sly little smile and I thought she actually wriggled her body a
little for my benefit! What was she thinking?

We all talked, but I was sitting there wondering. Stacy might as well
have winked at me! But she didn't give anymore indications of anything
unusual so I concluded that she had a strange sense of humor.

Later, back home, I hadn't been dressed for more than a minute or two
when the doorbell rang and in came Stacy when I answered it. She had
slipped a pair of cutoffs over her bikini. "Hi," she said and she had
this smile on her face. My mind raced as I tried to interpret it, a
part of me feeling suspicious.

"You know, my roommate at college turned out to be a Lesbian."

"She did?" I was so shocked, that was the only answer my brain could
produce. She was smiling and approaching me.

"She convinced me that I would enjoy some really good oral sex, even
from her... do you like being licked?"

"Well, yes." She was moving closer and I was nervously backing away.
Why did I answer a question like that? My mind was still numb. Our eyes
were locked. She still smiled.

"Of course you do! And I'll bet you don't get it nearly enough." She
was too close! I was backed up to a wall. "I admit it," she went on, "I
enjoyed what she could do to me, even though she was a woman. And she
even convinced me I ought to return the favor!" Suddenly she was down
on her knees in front of me, unzipping my jeans! I was left staring at
the top of her head. She quickly peeked up at me and said "You'll like
this!" She sort of shivered--I swear it was the same wriggling motion
she made before out at the pool. Her fingers had pulled down my panties
and suddenly she was licking me!

There was nothing I could do. Oh, she was so good! I'd never been
licked like that before! In seconds I was gasping for breath and the
feelings of pleasure just grew and grew! I didn't care anymore, but
just wanted her to finish me! I vaguely heard a "mmm" sound she made
and I heard myself whispering "Don't stop!" over and over. Soon I was
coming and I felt lightheaded standing there like that! As I was coming
down, I could tell she had switched to kissing. Then she stood up and
smiled at me, making a "mmhmm" sound, and turned and walked out!

That night I must have been a complete zombie thinking about that
afternoon! My husband must have wondered about me. A woman had done
that to me! I hadn't had an orgasm like that in years! It must have
been her technique... but I felt like I could stand letting a woman do
me for something like that! What was Stacy thinking? She had seemed to
act as if it were all some casual encounter. Had she thought I was
lusting after her? It was embarrassing!

The next morning the doorbell rang and there was Stacy again! I was
speechless with embarrassment, not knowing what to say after our
previous meeting, but she just came in, backed me to a wall again,
knelt in front of me and started taking off my pants again!

"Stacy!" I found my voice. "Stacy, I don't..." I never finished it. She
had started licking and I immediately lost my train of thought. Oh, she
was so wonderful, it felt so good! If my husband could only do that! If
he'd even just try! I just stood there and enjoyed it. In a minute,
Stacy was standing and she gave me a quick little kiss on the lips and
left. In a couple of minutes I realized I'd better pull up my panties
and pants again!

That afternoon, she was back again. I was against the wall with my
pants down in no time. But she stopped and looked up at me! She put
something over my head--a long thin chain with a key; and then she
quickly undressed! There she was, nude, right in front of me! That
body! She still looked into my eyes and smiled. She put something
around her neck and something on one of her wrists and stood right in
front of me. The thing around her neck was a headband and she adjusted
it over her eyes like a blindfold! Then she turned around and held her
hands in back of her toward me, together. It was a pair of handcuffs
hanging from one of her wrists!

"Close them over my other wrist," she said. I did it. I don't know,
maybe I would have done anything at that point. She turned around to
face me and knelt down in front of me and moved closer. I looked down
at the top of her head.

"Put your fingers in my hair and grab some," she said. She was so
businesslike! I did it. I realized I was in a position to guide her
mouth right to my cunt. I didn't hesitate.

She licked. I pushed and pulled her head to get her tongue where I
wanted it. She was so good. I looked down at her: this absolutely
stunning woman, kneeling in front of me, handcuffed, blindfolded, in a
position to serve my pleasure! Her body was so perfect! I *liked*
having her like that! It was *more* than the licking now! I liked
having a sex slave! With a body like I never had, but it was *I* who
was in control. I came so hard.

Later when she was gone, I thought about having her like that. Stacy
kneeling for me! But it occurred me that it was really she who was in
control--who had instigated everything and decided what we were going
to do. Her submissive role was only what *she* decided we'd do. I
should take charge--tell *her* what to do! No, I couldn't--I just
didn't have it in me to be so forward. But when she came again the next
morning, there was still no way I could talk about it. So I just let
her lead the way. We did the same thing again, with the handcuffs and
blindfolds. But the following morning there was another woman with her
when she came! She introduced the other woman as her college roommate,
Laura! I became tongue-tied again and just stared. She wasn't dressed
in the skimpy clothing that Stacy wore when she came over, so I
couldn't see her body, but she had black hair, black eyes, and her face
was beautiful. Her eyes--I think she might have been part Asian. She
didn't greet me, but looked at me and smiled. And she approached me!
Like Stacy had, but there was something different about her smile, more
calculating! She approached quite close, just inches away from me. I
found myself backed up against my dining table.

She spoke: "She wants it, doesn't she?" I realized she wasn't talking
to me even though she was looking right into my eyes!

"Oh, yes," came Stacy's soft reply.

And Laura was on her knees in front of me. Her motion was so smooth,
like a cat. And she had my pants down and her tongue was on me. But it
was different! One little soft lick... then I waited! I couldn't stand
it, my body pressed forward of its own accord. And a little lick to my
clitoris. She was teasing me! Another little lick. It was nothing like
Stacy... I was going wild with desire! I felt her finger slip between
my rear cheeks! And press against me... back there! And the licks! And
a finger, slipping in. I couldn't stand it! I was leaning back against
the table, and I ended up lying on it with my rear sticking off! Her
finger pushed in my rear! She was licking more, but still going back
and forth from my clit to the insides of my cunt and back! It seemed
like hour upon hour, I was just building and building. I was going
crazy. When I came, I blacked out briefly and it was scary--I don't
remember anything like that happening to me before.

As I came out of it, she was standing in front of me, looking down at
me while softly caressing my cunt with her fingers. Stacy was looking
down at me too. Neither were smiling now, and both had unreadable
expressions on their faces. Then they both up and left before I had
even gotten up off the table!

That afternoon, Stacy phoned and told me to come over. I didn't even
think about the possibility of refusing! When I arrived, Laura met me
at the door. She told me to take off my clothes! Those were the first
words she had spoken *to* me. I briefly thought about being in Jane's
house. I looked at Laura--she was waiting for me. I couldn't refuse! In
a minute I was nude, my clothes on the floor. Laura took my hand and
drew me into the kitchen. Both Jane and Stacy were in there, both nude
already! Jane, nude! They were standing next to each other and Laura
drew me over next to them so the three of us were in a line. Stacy and
Jane never looked at me, but looked ahead almost as if they were in the
army standing at attention. I did the same.

Laura walked around us, looking at us. She walked around behind us
slowly, and around in front again. She stopped in front of me and
looked into my eyes. Suddenly I felt her fingers on my cunt. So quickly
they were caressing! I almost exploded in an orgasm right there, and my
knees buckled and I ended up on the floor. She gave me a moment and
then told me to stand up. She also said "Eyes to the front!" to all of
us, I think. She walked around us again, and I heard a gasp while she
was behind one of them.

Then she handed us each a dildo. Mine was greasy in my fingers--
petroleum jelly or something. She had us each push the dildo into our
own rear holes! She sat in a chair, in front of us while we worked them
in and out. Soon she had her pants down. She told Stacy to come. Stacy
went and knelt in front of her and licked. Jane and I continued to work
the dildos in and out. After a few minutes, Laura sent Stacy back and
told *me* to come! My eyes were glued to her cunt. I knew I'd have to
lick it. She was making me. I never imagined I'd ever do anything like
that, but Laura's eyes...

I licked. I heard a very quiet chuckle from Laura above me. And she
said the word "slut". She said it quietly, but I know she said it. I
kept licking. Soon she sent me back and Jane was there licking her.
Jane!

Laura seemed to enjoy that scene: she kept us at it all afternoon. But
later, while we were lined up at "attention", she went off and came
back with some things: a big vibrator (not one of those little ones
shaped like a penis!) and several pairs of handcuffs! Then she took
Jane and Stacy into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard them doing
things with the handcuffs and then I heard the vibrator go on. There
was a moan and then Laura slipped out the door, closing it behind her,
and came back to me. The vibrator was still going and I heard more
moans, sometimes two at the same time!

But Laura didn't give me leisure to listen. She had me lie my body face
down on the kitchen table with my feet on the floor. She reached under
me from the side and fingered my cunt and soon I was out of control, on
the verge of coming. Suddenly there was a wild feeling of pain on my
rear! She had spanked it or smacked it with something! And she didn't
stop and I came and came! Then she had me lick her again. I still heard
moans from the bathroom. She held my hair and guided my tongue with her
hand motions. I couldn't tell if she came, but she did make an "mmm"
sound after a while. Maybe she came quietly.

She took me to the front hall and told me to get dressed and go home. I
still heard moaning sounds. She giggled at them.

And that was the last I saw of Laura and Stacy: they went back to
school before I saw them again. The next morning it was time to go over
to Jane's for coffee, but I felt really weird about going. But I took a
deep breath and made myself go--we had been friends for years. We sat
down and drank our coffee, but soon our conversation grew stilted--I
knew we were both thinking of that strange afternoon and it was even
affecting our ability to gossip! I glanced at her eyes, apparently the
same time as she glanced at mine and our eyes locked. We kept staring
at each other, at a loss for words. Then something made me do it--I
slipped off the chair to my knees, leaned over, and started unbuckling
Jane's jeans! She picked her rear up off the seat briefly to let me
pull her jeans and panties down. We hadn't said a word.

Now we still have our coffee every morning in her kitchen, but while I
drink mine, she is between my knees, and while she drinks hers, I
return the favor.


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