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Subject: {ASSM} Cozy, by deirdre    (mf, anal, ds, ff?)   --  rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Cozy (mf, anal, ds, ff?)

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, in many introductions, give
permission to repost her stories to non-commercial sites). 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. 


*****


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

Cozy by deirdre

I've been living with my fiance and her mother. Jane's mother Kate is
actually quite conservative, but she seems to have accepted long ago
that Jane was sexually active and though I can tell she wants us to get
the marriage done with, she is really very good to me. Jane and Kate
look quite a bit alike, with shoulder-length dark brown hair (almost
black) and similar height. They both also have a decent figure though
Kate has a little more bosom. If you asked me, I'd have to admit that
Kate is attractive, but though I don't recall any time she's ever
dated, given her conservative nature, there wasn't much use in
considering such things.

Well, one night we were laying around in the den watching television
when the telephone rang. It turned out to be Leslie, a woman I had
known in college. She had just hit town and asked if I'd meet her for
coffee. I told Jane and Kate about it, grabbed my jacket, and headed
out.

Now the Leslie I remembered was one if the wildest women I had ever
known. We had had a few wild nights during which she would come up with
the most amazing ideas--some things I'd never dreamed of doing and
others I'd never heard of. Well, I was younger back then. Besides those
nights, we had been close friends and she had told me many amazing
things about her sex life that I still find hard to believe. As I drove
over to the diner she was at, I wondered whether she had changed.

She looked very much the same--skinny, no more than average height, her
light brown hair worn short, wearing jeans and a sweater. She was
delighted to see me and soon showed me she hadn't changed completely.
She wanted to know where I was living so I told her about Jane and
Kate. She wanted to know about them and when I told her about Kate, she
made a couple of sly comments which suggested I was getting it from
both. Then she said she ought to move in and there would be one for
each of us! That was the Leslie of old.

We talked some more about what I had been up to since college and she
told me a little bit about what she had been doing (though I suspected
there was a lot of interesting detail beyond the short outline she
gave). After a while she stood up and told me to come with her. We
headed for the rest rooms. When we got to the doors, she quickly pulled
me into the woman's room. It was actually just a little half-bath and
she quickly locked the door. Once in, she immediately started working
her jeans down. In a second, she was leaning over the sink with her
rear sticking out, telling me to put my cock in her rear hole! "Come
on, please, I need it!"

I gave in to temptation rather quickly, and soon I was guiding my cock
right in. "Push it!" she hissed. Then "Yes! I've missed it!" she said
as I pushed it in. She insisted I push it all the way in and then fuck
it with long strokes. She kept telling me how she missed my cock in
there. Soon I was coming and she was too. It had been a long time for
me: Jane isn't in to such things.

When we were done, Leslie was happy as a clam. We lucked out that no
one was waiting when we left the bathroom. Back at the table, Leslie
was still acting like the cat that ate the canary. Then she told me she
didn't have a place to stay and asked if she could just crash for the
night at my place.

I could well imagine how Jane (and Kate) would take that idea. My
hippie friend from college. With who-knows-what history with me. But
Leslie was insistent: she said she would just sleep on the couch and
she could easily leave early the next morning. Finally I was persuaded,
but as I drove Leslie home, I wondered how I was going to handle this.

Well, it caused less ruckus than I thought it would. I brought Leslie
into the den, still dark except for the TV, where Jane and Kate were
still watching. I introduced Leslie and told them she was going to
sleep on the couch for the night. Surprisingly, Kate didn't seem to
mind at all, and didn't hop up to act the hostess as I might have
expected to her. Leslie just dropped her bags on the floor and sat
down, joining us watching some TV movie. I sat next to Jane. She didn't
say anything and my sixth sense said that she was a little perturbed.
In a little while, she said she was tired and went up to bed--before
the movie was over. I stayed a little while longer, but decided I had
better go to bed too before things between Jane and me got out of hand.
I went up and she just lay there as if she were asleep. I new better
than to stir things up so I just lay down beside her. Just the fact
that I had come up to her instead of staying downstairs should help
smooth things later.

I woke up that night to someone shaking me. It was Leslie! I glanced
over and Jane was still asleep. Leslie whispered in my ear to come with
her. It must have been 2 or 3am. I whispered "no" but there was no
stopping her. Finally I quietly stood up and followed as she drew me
out of the bedroom. I was so afraid Jane would wake up and find me
gone!

She drew me through the dark halls and down the stairs and I saw there
was a light on in Kate's room! And Leslie drew me right to the door!

I was in for a total shock. Kate was on the bed, nude! She was on her
knees and elbows with her eyes pressed into a pillow. She just stayed
there like that. Leslie whispered to me to go fuck her! She insisted
that Kate wanted it bad and hadn't had a man in years. Still Kate just
stayed in that position. Leslie finally pushed me in. Kate really
looked good--her obviously generous breasts hanging, and her round ass
up in the air so inviting. Once again, I gave in to temptation and got
up behind her. She didn't move. I got my cock out of my pajamas--it was
already hard--and put the head on Kate's cunt. She gave a little groan
but didn't move. Otherwise, she remained in exactly the same position.
I pushed in. It was delicious! I pulled out. She was so wet I pulled
all the way out and pushed in again! She was breathing hard and
vocalizing a little. I held her hips and started fucking her in
earnest. I felt her pushing back against my cock. She never said
anything, but she kept breathing faster and faster. My body was
smacking up against her ass cheeks. I could tell we were both just
about to come. And then it happened. I can't begin to describe the
sensations--it was obviously the best sex I'd had in years, Leslie and
Jane not withstanding.

I stood there recovering my breath. Kate was recovering her breath too,
but still she didn't move from that position and her eyes were still
covered. Neither of us had said a word. I looked back at the door and
Leslie was grinning, but also motioning me to come out. I got up and
left, and Kate never moved from that position. Leslie walked me part
way back to my room, then I went the rest of the way and slipped in bed
next to Jane. She was still asleep.

The next morning I awoke to indescribably delicious sensations. In a
second I realized that my cock was being sucked! Jane wasn't next to me
and someone was under the covers. I was beyond caring, my hands went
under the covers and found someone's head. Soon I was coming and the
sucking never stopped. It was so fantastic I couldn't believe it!

When it was over, Jane poked her head out from under the covers. She
had *never* done anything like that! Never touched my cock with her
mouth! And she looked happy as a clam though I detected an evil smirk
too as I watched her face. She came up and whispered in my ear "That's
payment in kind for the delightful surprise you gave me in the middle
of the night."

I was flabbergasted, but fortunately I just lay there frozen. Thinking
hard! She still looked so smug and happy. This was a new Jane! I
couldn't figure it out, but I knew things would be dangerous until
Leslie left. I felt some relief that she was leaving immediately.

But it didn't work out like that. When we got up and went down to
breakfast, it was evident from Leslie and Kate that Leslie had decided
to stay and Kate had agreed. I looked at the three women around the
table. I had had them all over the last twelve hours, in three
incredible sex acts. It was dangerous, but I knew I wanted it, even if
we were courting disaster.

That day was saturday and Leslie went out for part of the day. Jane was
perfectly friendly, and seemed less worried about having Leslie around.
She seemed to stay with me a lot and was very affectionate all day. And
she was still happy as a clam. Kate seemed to pay less attention to me
if anything, though it might have been my imagination.

Well, that night Leslie woke me again and dragged me out. There was
Kate, in exactly the same position as the night before. I got up behind
her. I glanced at the door. Leslie was gone. I fucked Kate again, and
again she was super-wet and it was absolutely delicious. When we were
done, I looked up at the door and there was Leslie. She took me back
again and soon I was in bed next to Jane again.

In the morning, I felt wonderful sensations again as I awoke, but Jane
was doing it with her hands. She was lying next to me and had me hard
and was trying to get us into spooning position. I slipped my cock
right into her and she seemed to lose herself in the sensations,
looking into space. We did slow strokes for quite a while, just
enjoying the sensations, then I fingered her clit and brought us both
to a climax.

Afterwards, while we were resting, she said "Are you really going to
make me, uh, do, uh, you know..."

"Do what?"

"You know, what you whispered to me last night." I could tell she was
excited by the prospect of whatever this was. I racked my brain for
what to say. *Make* her do something? Is she submissive?

"You don't get off that easy--say it out loud!" I had managed to figure
a way out of my dilemma.

"Are you really going to make me..." she paused, "eat Leslie?"

It took all my self-control to remain calm. I could see that she was
excited by the prospect! My Jane! Where would all this end? I got up
and found Leslie. I started asking her in a low voice what she was up
to. She just grinned at me, then went over to our bedroom and shut the
door!

I ended up having breakfast with Kate. We didn't talk at all and she
sort of hovered over me--I guess she always is doing that when she
cooks up breakfast, but since it was just the two of us, it seemed so
obvious. Jane and Leslie never showed up. I went back to the bedroom
after breakfast and the door was still shut--and a set of my clothes
was neatly piled just outside the door! I checked the door and it was
locked.

I showered and dressed and hung around a bit, doing a couple of chores.
The bedroom door never opened. Kate never said anything about it. I had
to go off in the early afternoon.

When I got back, I checked and the bedroom was open. Jane and Leslie
were gone. I didn't see them around the house either. I didn't say
anything to Kate though until supper time rolled around and they
weren't around. I asked Kate when they were getting home and she told
me they had gone off traveling! I ran upstairs and realized that some
of Jane's clothes and luggage were gone!

Kate talked to me during supper, but she didn't say anything about Jane
or Leslie...it was kind of strange. That night, when I went to bed, I
noticed that a light was on downstairs even though Kate had already
turned in. I looked around and discovered the door to Kate's bedroom
was open and a light was on. I peeked in and there was Kate, in the
same position that she had been the previous nights, on knees and
elbows with her eyes pressed against a pillow! It was too much
temptation for me. When we were done, she was still in the same
position, hiding her eyes, and I left and went to bed.

Since then, Kate hasn't said a whole lot to me, but she is always very
solicitous, almost like a servant, cooking me meals and hovering over
me to serve them. Every night, she is in the same position, waiting for
me. I have noticed that she dresses a little sexier, or perhaps
"undresses": often in the morning at breakfast, or in the evening after
dark, she wears a nightgown with no robe: not transparent, but sexy
enough...sometimes pretty short, or slit a little up the thigh. She
always used to wear robes. But she seems to avoid looking at me, even
when she is talking to me.

Once she was talking on the phone and then she told me it was for me.
It was Leslie! Leslie asked me if I was taking Kate in the ass! I told
her no and wondered what sort of conversation she had been having with
Kate. She asked me if Kate sucked me off and whether I whipped her ass.
She told me that Jane was eating her while she was talking on the phone
and had her hands cuffed behind her. I asked her if she was coming back
soon, but something made me turn away from Kate and ask it in a low
voice. She laughed and said I'd have to wait and see. Then she told me
to get on the ball, and then she hung up.

Since that phone call, Kate has had a handkerchief tied around her eyes
as a blindfold whenever I visit her room. She kneels on the floor and
sucks me off. I've also taken her ass and she doesn't object: in fact
she gets very excited. And one Saturday afternoon she told me she was
tired and was going to take a nap. That didn't sound like Kate--I ended
up noticing her bedroom door was open and looking inside saw her
kneeling there naked with her "blindfold" on. Now we often have sex
more than once a day, and in a variety of ways. I've thought of trying
whipping her ass with a belt, but haven't had the nerve yet. 



	
		
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