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Subject: {ASSM} "Coffee" (ff, ds, sm, bd) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Coffee" (ff, ds, sm, bd)

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.  She was last heard from
in late April 1996.  We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring.  Meanwhile, enjoy!

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


*****

It is probably quite obvious that a lot of my ideas come from a.s.
newsgroups.  I've been a lurker on a.s.s., and earlier on a.s.b., and
a.s. (I remember all the way back to the *Perverts and Weirdos
Digest*).  One of the things I recall are some women who were a lot
braver than I, who used to post under their real names.  They would
occasionally post complaints about the number of immature males who
would send them "wannafucks" and other idiocy, and eventually they
posted tales of being harassed to the point that they gave up on direct
posting; I salute those brave women and hope some are still lurking or
posting anonymously.  It's still hard for me to believe we used to have
a forum as open as things were.  Not me of course--I was just a
complete chicken and still am.

Other influences include the erotica that my husband has acquired.  One
way he has clearly influenced my writing is by selecting and bringing
home erotica.  I've read quite a bit of *Penthouse Letters* and
*Variations.* I've also read novels: I read *The Claiming of Sleeping
Beauty* but haven't finished the series.  I like it and plan to read it
again and finish it, but somehow it hasn't induced me to read on yet.
I also started but didn't finish *East of Eden.* I read and loved *The
Story of O* and also liked *Emmanuelle* (as well as the sequel to
each).  I've read a number of Victorian and pseudo-Victorian novels: I
didn't fall in love with *A Man with a Maid* (I don't really enjoy the
dominant point of view).  The novel that is my absolute favorite is
*Beatrice* and if you like the sex and games in my stories, I
absolutely recommend it.  I just love the point where Jenny shows up,
and also the point where Beatrice's aunt asks Beatrice what it is that
she wishes.  The story starts a little slow, but don't let that stop
you.  And under no circumstances believe any blurb on any book that
says it is like *Beatrice*--there *is* no other book like it that I've
ever read.

I guess the last influence I'll mention is *Real Personal*--must
watching for people curious how other people think about sex.  The
callers continually prove that women who "think like that" are both
numerous and normal.  The experts on the show also often take the
trouble to point out that women who don't "think like that" are also
both numerous and normal.  -- deirdre

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


Coffee

by deirdre


It was my first day at home all to myself--after eight years with
preschoolers, this was the first day that they were both in school!  I
was saving this day to relax and do nothing.  Sure, I knew I may well
be bored in a few months...weeks...days...I don't know.  But when that
time came, I would look for a job.  In the meantime, I would keep the
house going without the kids underfoot and, well, do anything I
pleased.

Outside the window I saw Sharon walking down the street.  Sharon is my
best friend in the neighborhood.  I was free, I could just go say hi to
Sharon!  Walk with her, even, and see what she was up to.  I went out
and greeted her.  She stopped to say "Hello." I asked her where she was
going.  She said she was going to Helen's house for coffee.  I didn't
really know Helen though I'd seen her.  It struck me that I ought to
get to know my neighbors better.  I felt a little pushy, but I told her
I'd come along.  I knew I couldn't afford to be shy if I wanted to get
to know the neighbors better.

Sharon didn't sound enthusiastic, which surprised me--that wasn't like
Sharon.  She said Helen wouldn't be expecting me.  She didn't give me
any specific reason not to come, though, so I persisted.  Finally she
gave in.  We talked as we walked down the block and around the corner
to Helen's house.

When we entered Helen's house, a lot of the women of the neighborhood
were there.  I was surprised--it seemed like they all knew each other
well, and met often like this.  It made me wonder why Sharon wasn't
more willing to invite me along.  But Helen was very friendly, telling
me to stay, and introducing me to all the others.  Most were sitting
around the kitchen table, which was rather large.  Soon we were all
sitting around, drinking coffee and gossiping.

I noticed Helen had a deck of cards.  That struck me as a little
strange.  She shuffled, then started dealing out the cards.  The women
must play some sort of card game.  She stopped after dealing just one
card to each of us.  All the women immediately turned over their cards.
 They wanted me to turn over my card too, so I did.  Then, one woman
complained that it was too soon to be her turn.  I didn't know what she
meant.  The others all protested her complaints.  I looked at her card.
 I realized it was the lowest card of any of ours.  I asked Sharon what
it was all about.  I'm not sure she heard my question.

The woman's name was Amy.  She seemed rather young and had a very
striking figure--I'm sure any man would have been sneaking glances at
her.  Helen got up and led her out of the room.  All the other women
resumed their conversation, but some started talking to another of the
women, telling her to go.  I didn't know where they wanted her to go.
Her name was Lianne.  After she left, I realized she had the highest
card of any of us.

We kept talking, though I still wondered exactly what was going on.  In
ten or fifteen minutes, Lianne returned.  Everyone told me it was my
turn.  It turned out my card was second highest.  They could see I was
confused and simply told me to go upstairs.  They wouldn't tell me what
it was all about.  I went upstairs.  Helen was there.  She took me to a
door and told me to go in.

The shade was drawn and it was dark except for candlelight.  Amy was
there.  She was nude!  She was nude and blindfolded, laying on her
stomach on an ottoman!  Her hands were handcuffed behind her and her
legs were cuffed together too!  There were whips and paddles laying
around!  I stood there with my mouth open staring.  Then I darted for
the door.

Outside the door, I ran into Helen.  I told her I wasn't interested in
this.  I told her to let Amy go.  I told her I was leaving.  Helen
wouldn't have it.  She told me everything was OK, that it was Amy's
choice.  She told me that Amy wanted it.  She said all I would have to
do is paddle Amy a little, or something like that.  She dragged me back
in.  She asked Amy what she wanted.  Amy said "Please whip me." She
asked Amy if she liked it.  Amy said "Yes."

Amy's voice had desperation.  She added a "Please." She sounded like
she so wanted it.  Helen took me out again.  She said Amy was at my
complete disposal.  I could do anything to her or make her do anything
I wanted to.  Anything.  She told me not to worry, just to pat Amy
lightly if that's all I wanted to do.  She said it was expected.

I don't know what made me do it, but I finally gave in.  I went back in
the room.  It was weird being in that room with a woman in that
position.  And a woman like Amy.  Her body was absolutely gorgeous.
And even though she was ten times better looking than me, she was lying
there, waiting for me to whip her.

I took a paddle.  I stood there a little, doing nothing, nervous.
Finally, I tried the paddle on her rear.  She jerked a little.  I was
afraid I might have hurt her.  I suppose it was actually surprise after
lying there for so long with nothing happening.

"Do you still want it?" I whispered.  "Yes" she answered, whispering in
kind.  Did I want to make sure she didn't recognize me?  I paddled her
rear a couple of more times.  Then some more.  I looked around at the
whips.  I took a whip and whipped her with it.  Not very hard--I
couldn't make myself do it very hard.  Then I got into it--I gradually
gave her harder and harder strokes.  Finally I could see her body jerk
with each contact.  She still didn't yell at all, only a low grunt
sometimes.

I stopped.  I was breathing hard.  It was nerves.  It occurred to me
that this woman would do anything I wanted her to.  She would have sex
with me if I wanted.  I'm not lesbian, but it occurred to me that I
could get her to lick me.  I always wanted to know what that felt
like--my husband has never offered to do it.  I could order Amy to do
it now and she would.  Just to see what it feels like.  No one would
ever know.

The temptation was too great.  I pulled off my jeans and panties.  Then
I pulled her onto the floor, positioned her facedown, then lay down so
her face was on my cunt.  I told her to lick.  Just one word.  It was
almost a whisper--she wouldn't be able to work out the voice.  She
licked.  It did feel good.  In fact, after a few seconds, it felt great
and I was definitely excited.  After a few more, I was lost and there
was no stopping.  I thrashed on the floor, holding her head against my
cunt.  I couldn't believe the sensation.  Soon I was coming.  I wasn't
completely quiet either, but I didn't think she could get much out of
my breathing and moaning.  I pulled her head off when I was spent.
Then I pushed her back on the ottoman and got dressed.  I quietly went
out of the room.  Helen wasn't there so I went downstairs.

When I got down, everyone was gathered around the television.  After a
moment, I realized that they were watching two women having sex!  A
pornographic movie.  Then I realized that it was Amy and me!  Everyone
was glancing my way!  Some were making lewd comments.  I blushed and
ran away.

Sharon came after me.  She told me not to worry, that everything was
OK.  She told me to come back.  She pulled on my arm and finally I gave
in.  The women were still watching the television but it wasn't me.  It
was still Amy but with some other woman--Helen.  Helen was completely
nude.  She is very petite, slender, almost like a little girl.  She had
this big whip that she was waving around, then she let Amy have it on
the rear!  Amy yelped--louder than anything she did when I was with
her.  Helen whipped her again.  I stared, transfixed.  One of the women
told me she was looking forward to getting me up there.  I stared at
Helen with that whip.

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