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Pat
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Pat
I've enjoyed sharing these stories but I'm posting my last. I've been
in a situation where I was doubly sure my identity couldn't be detected
and I'm losing that situation. If by chance you've ever written to me,
please note that it would never reach me. However, I read a.s.s.d. from
time to time.
I've posted all the stories I've written, which I've been writing for
the last three years or so. I'll probably write a few more, though I
seem to have gone through a lot of my best story ideas. I'll probably
try my hand at writing something else: I have plot outlines for several
Regency romances as well as an entire card-file filled with facts and
language examples of the period. There will be absolutely no sex. And
I guarantee my pen-name wouldn't be "deirdre". If you've read my stories,
you know I like skewering romance--I also like playing it out. It's
possible that I'll get the opportunity to post some sex stories
sometime in the future. I hope so.
I'll assume some enjoyed the stories & say that I'd love to see
the better of them show up on netnews again in the future. I
hereby grant rights to save them in archives & repost them on netnews
as well as publish them in any CDROM archives of a.s.s. & other
newsgroups. I specifically grant the right to post them on rec.arts.erotica.
I even grant the right to publish them for profit in printed
anthologies: if they are attributed to deirdre and if a typical writer's
payment is sent to AIDS research as a contribution from deirdre (I'd
thought about requiring that the publisher show on demand, proof of
having done such a thing, for twelve months following the publication
date, and to name some specific AIDS foundation, all to make it easier
to bring a suit against any cheating publisher, but I'll trust that such
publishers have the same goals as all of us; maybe some netnews writer
of the future will compose a suitable shareware-style notice).
Well here is a list of the stories. If I see from postings that someone
needs a couple of them to finish a complete archive, I might manage to
repost a story or two. As I said before, e-mail won't reach me, but
I'll be reading a.s.s.d. -- deirdre
Key to the keywords:
x: means x is the gender of the narrator, e.g. m: means narrator is male
(z) means z doesn't happen in the story but is implied or expected;
Example: a story with no female/female sex, thus not marked ff,
is marked (ff) if a female thinks about having sex with another female
sm, bd, & ds are sometimes used ambiguously. Here they mean:
sm means pain inflicted (note: all sm in my stories is relatively
mild--spankings, paddlings, and whippings)
bd means someone is tied up
ds means someone is bossing someone who is obeying
Also the usual: mf ff mm nc etc
Afternoon......f: ff
Airport........f: ff ds
Assignment.....f: ff mf bd
Backfire.......f: ff mf
Beach..........f: mf (ff)
Bet............m: ds bd sm (mf) (ff)
Birthday.......f: mf anal bd ds sm
Bracelet.......f: (ff) ds (sm)
Bride..........f: (mf) (ff)
Bridesmaid.....f: (ff) ds (sm)
Checkup........f: ff ds
Chest..........f: ff mf ds anal bd sm
Clean..........f: ff ds sm bd
Clique.........f: (ff) sm bd
Coffee.........f: ff ds sm bd
College........f: (ff) (mf) (sm) (ds)
Company........f: (ff) bd sm
Compensation...m: mf anal mm bd ds (sm)
Convention.....m: mf mm ff nc bd anal
Cousin.........f: ff mf (ds)
Cozy...........m: mf anal ds (ff)
Daydream.......f: (ff)
Deal...........m: ff mf
Debt...........m: mf (ff)
Dip............f: ff ds
Dive...........f: mf (ff) (mm)
Doctor.........f: bd mf ff ds sm
Dream..........f: (ff) (mf)
Dress..........m: mf tv ds (mm)
Drop...........m: mf ff sm ds anal (incest)
Easy...........m: mf ff anal
Entertainment..f: ff ds (mf)
Everything.....f: mf bd sm (ff) anal
Experiment.....f: (ff) bd mind-control
Fixup..........f: mf (ff)
Foreign........f: ff teen sm bd ds
Friend.........f: (ff) sm
Games..........f: ds sm (mf) ff bd
Girlfriend.....f: mf ff teen incest
Glance.........m: nc mf (ff) bd ds
Grad...........f: ds (sm) (ff)
Groom..........f: (mf)
Habit..........f: sm (mf) (ff)
Help...........m: mf ff
Initiation.....f: (mf) ds (sm)
Julie..........f: ds (ff) (mf) (sm)
Lake...........f: (ff) bd (ds) (sm)
Landlady.......f: ds mf ff
Lawyer.........f: ff
Lunch..........f: (mf) ff bd sm
Mom............f: ff (ds) (sm) (bd) (incest) teen
Movie..........f: ds mf ff
Neighbor.......f: mf ff sm ds
Neighbor2......m: mf ff anal ds bd sm
Neighbor3......f: mf ff sm ds
Niece..........f: ff
Park...........m: mf
Partners.......m: mf ff mm anal nc bd ds sm
Party..........f: sm ds bd (ff) (mf)
Pat............f: ff pedo incest ds (sm)
Patient........f: (ff) (sm) ds
Photo..........f: (ff) (ds)
Pool...........f: ff ds sm bd
Retreat........f: sm bd ds (ff) (mf)
Roommate.......f: mf ff ds sm bd
Secretary......f: (ff) (sm)
Shop...........f: (ff)
Sight..........f: mf (ff)
Sitter.........f: ff mf bd sm ds
Slave..........f: (ff) ds
Society........f: ff (mf) sm bd ds
Spa............m: mf mm ff nc anal bd ds
Storm..........m: mf anal ds ff sm
Summer.........m: mf (ff) ds anal mm bd nc
Surprise.......m: mf mm (ff) nc anal
Swap...........m: mm ff nc bd ds
Sweet..........m: mf (ff) bd nc
Tape...........m: mm mf anal nc
Teacher........f: ff ds (mf)
Tech...........f: (ff) (mf) ds (sm)
Tryout.........f: ff ds (sm) bd
Twin...........m: mf nc
Upstairs.......m: ds sm (ff)
Visit..........f: ff (incest) ds sm
Wife...........f: mf ds ff
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
Pat
by deirdre
Something *was* different. It just wasn't that I was a visitor now. It
was the first time I went back home from college. The house was the
same. So were Cheryl and my mom. No, *they* were different. Maybe
Cheryl was taller than I remembered her. She was more confident.
Before, she had always been unsure of herself. Mom... she seemed
diffident. She always had been a bit timid--I really knew that in the
back of my mind. Perhaps she hadn't changed at all. Things just seemed
different with Cheryl so confident.
I couldn't believe it! I thought I must be seeing things, or
exaggerating it in my memory: when Mom had walked by Cheryl, she had
casually patted Mom's rear! It was too weird. But she did it again
later--more than once. She didn't even seem to be thinking about it and
Mom didn't so much as blink!
"Cheryl!" I said when we were alone, my voice rushed and, well,
desperate, "what's with... patting Mom's behind?"
"What? Oh, ... good grief! It's nothing!" She giggled.
"It's *weird*! What if someone were to see you?"
"Oh, don't worry about it." She seemed so casual. I paused. She went
on "*She* doesn't mind." As far as I had seen she was correct.
"Why are you doing this?" I was still agitated.
"It's *nothing*!" she said, then added "Do you have a dirty mind?" I
stared at her open-mouthed. "She's in great shape in case you haven't
noticed, and she's kind of proud of her ass."
"Cheryl!" I think my voice squeaked.
"She *likes* it to be patted!" I still stared at her. "Mom! Come
here!" she said calling out of the room.
"What are you doing?" I said, whispering, my voice rushed again. Mom
walked in.
"Turn around," said Cheryl cheerfully, and Mom wordlessly turned around.
Cheryl patted her rear twice, and then let her hand linger. Mom didn't
even move a muscle, but just stood there facing away from us!
"Go lean on the table," said Cheryl and Mom stepped forward to the
dining room table and leaned over the edge, propping herself with her
elbows. She *still* didn't turn around at all!
Cheryl walked up to her, then glancing back at me with a little smile,
reached around Mom's waist, undid her pants and pulled them down! Then
she had her panties down too, both around her knees! Her rear,
completely bare, just like that! Mom just leaned there! I glanced at
the window, thinking about someone looking in. I should have screamed,
but I just stared, my heart in my throat.
"See how cute it is?" said Cheryl, "Come here!" I think I mumbled
incoherently, but didn't manage any more answer than that. I came.
Cheryl put her hand on Mom's rear and started to caress, making small
circling motions. Mom still didn't move a muscle! "She loves this sort
of attention," added Cheryl. Her fingers were pushing into the crack of
Mom's rear. I saw Mom start a little, but otherwise, she didn't move,
just facing away from us. Cheryl put the fingers of her other hand in
her mouth and was sucking. Then she changed hands, and I could tell she
was pushing a finger right on Mom's rear hole! She pushed it in! Mom
still didn't move except for her breathing which was definitely getting
more pronounced. Cheryl giggled again.
Soon she was moving her finger in and out quickly. Mom was thrashing a
little and vocalizing with every breath. "In a minute, she'll be past
the point of no return," said Cheryl, cheerfully; "She'll refuse to let
me stop!" Mom thrashed some more. Cheryl continued, using her other
hand to cover her first hand, her fingers wriggling.
"She's *ready*!" she finally said, and she suddenly grabbed my hand,
pulled out her own finger, and put my hand on Mom's rear! Then she was
five steps away in a flash. Mom almost screamed, stood up, turned
around, and I pulled my hand away. She grabbed my hand, and put it back
on her rear. She turned around again. When she had turned, she looked
so weird I almost wouldn't recognize her, and she looked like she didn't
recognize me either. She leaned over again, and reached around behind
herself with both hands, grabbed my hand, and was doing something with
my fingers! She was trying to get one of my fingers into her rear hole!
"Mom!" I squawked.
"Hurry!" she answered and had one of my fingers pressed against her rear
hole. I felt my finger go in. "Fast! Please!" she added. I stood
there, unable to believe it. Her hands moved my hand back and forth.
"Yes! Yes!" she yelled. She was breathing again. I felt my own
fingers wriggling and she withdrew her hands. My finger in my mom's
rear.
Cheryl was behind me, grabbing me by the hips. She guided them right
behind Mom's so my body pressed my hand into Mom's rear. My fingers
still wriggled and Mom was getting louder. I felt Cheryl pat my rear.
Then she caressed it, and held my body with her other arm. I was
squeezed between them. Mom was getting louder. My finger wriggled.
She came. There was no mistaking it, for a second. "Nice work," I
heard Cheryl whisper, her lips at my ear. She let go of my rear and
pulled me away. I felt strangely disappointed. Cheryl giggled again
and pulled me out of the room. I sat down, almost collapsing in a
chair. In a few seconds, I heard Mom walking and she walked in, all
dressed again. She looked completely tongue-tied.
"We're going to visit Myra," said Cheryl. It was out of the blue and I
stared at her. But then, what else do you say after that? Mom drove.
Cheryl sat next to her and I sat in the back.
I remembered Myra, a friend of Cheryl's. She used to come over a lot
and play with Cheryl in her room. She answered the doorbell and happily
invited us in. Cheryl kissed her on the lips. It wasn't long or
lingering or anything, but it seemed strange that they would kiss like
that at all. They were still young.
Myra said her mom was upstairs and Mom headed up the staircase. I
didn't remember her mom. Then Myra led Cheryl and me downstairs to the
basement. It was furnished and she put on some music. Cheryl chatted
with her. They were talking about school and I half-listened, and grew
bored, listening mostly to the music.
Myra looked at the clock and then said "You'd better go up." It had
only been about ten minutes. Myra wasn't making any move to come along.
When Cheryl reached the bottom of the stairs ahead of me, she turned and
said "Stay." Myra had been talking just to her.
I looked back. Myra was smiling at me. I went back and she asked me
about college and then started talking about high-school teachers that I
had had. Ten minutes later, she said "OK, it's time to come up," and
headed for the stairs, but turning to wait for me. We went back up to
the first floor. No one was around. She took me to the stairs up to
the second floor and said "Go ahead, the door on the left." I went up
the stairs, wondering. The doors were closed. I opened the door and
Myra said from the bottom of the steps "Not that one!" I was frozen for
a second before I shut it again. The windows must have been tightly
shaded in the room: there was only the light of a couple of lamps. Mom
was laying on her side, curled up on a bed. She was completely naked
and clutching a blanket. Her eyes were open, but staring straight
ahead. Cheryl was lying on the floor, also naked, her body twisted so
her hips were sideways, but her shoulders were flat on the floor. She
stared straight up, her mouth hanging open. I could see her breathing.
"The *next* door!" said Myra, sounding annoyed. I looked down at her.
She stayed on the bottom step, but her full attention was on me. She
seemed concerned.
I went to the next door and opened it. It was also dark except for a
couple of lamps. A woman stood up when I appeared in the door. Myra's
mom. "Come in," she said. Her voice low but, well musical. She was
tall and had long thick black hair and was wrapped in a Kimono. She
smiled as she walked over to stand right in front of me.
"You're quite a young woman," she said, and put both her hands on my
cheeks. I just stared at her. She was beautiful. Her hands slowly
slid down to my neck. She leaned forward, her lips slightly parted. I
felt her hands encouraging me to meet her. I stood there, as if I were
made of stone. She pantomimed a kiss and stood straight again, smiling.
It were as if she hadn't really meant to kiss me, but just to flirt a
little. Her hands reached my blouse and started undoing the top
buttons.
"No," I said softly. She froze for a second. Then she withdrew her
hands and loosened the Kimono a little, sliding it off one of her
shoulders--both of her shoulders, holding it closed just above her
breasts. She smiled again. "Are you sure?" she asked. I didn't
answer, just stared. I was never so scared in my life. She loosened
the Kimono just a little. In a second, I'd see her body.
She held the Kimono shut with one hand and caressed my cheek again with
her other hand. "You'd better go see to your sister," she said. There
was still something inside me that wouldn't let me leave. "Go," she
said with a smile and pantomimed another little kiss. She turned around
and walked back. She let the Kimono fall a bit more, showing off most
of her back. When she turned, she was still holding it over her
breasts. I backed out the door.
Myra looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs. She looked
concerned. Frightened? "I'd better go check on her," she said, coming
up. She went past me and into her mom's room. I went in the other room
where Mom and Cheryl had been. They were still there, as if they hadn't
moved a muscle. I went over to Cheryl.
"Cheryl," I whispered, kneeling next to her. She didn't move a muscle,
still staring into space. Her eyes hadn't flickered a bit. I leaned
down closer and put a hand on the side of her head. "Cheryl," I
repeated. Suddenly, she looked right at me. Quick as a flash, her
hands were around my head, and she pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue
was in my mouth. In a second, she had rolled on top of me and I was
flat on my back. Still she kissed me. It was like she was driven. I
didn't know what to do and I let her. She was straddling me and I felt
her rip my blouse off. Her fingers were caressing my breasts, my
nipples. I was breathing hard.
Somehow she had me completely naked. Her hands were working on my cunt
and I was about to come. She slipped off me and got between my legs
with one of her own legs over my hip, putting us in a sort of scissors
position so our cunts were pressed together. She wriggled and I felt
hers rubbing against mine. I orgasmed right there. She didn't stop and
I had another. More.
Then she stopped. I lay there, exhausted. Mom was almost dressed and
she said, "Come on, girls!" Cheryl got up quickly and started to get
dressed. My blouse was ripped. Mom was hurrying us and I ended up
putting on my jeans and blouse without underwear. They were in such a
hurry. I grabbed the rest of my clothes and followed them out,
barefoot. In the hall, from Myra's mom's room, I heard heavy
breathing--a woman approaching orgasm. She was very noisy. Mom and
Cheryl still seemed to be in a hurry. When we reached the bottom of the
stairs, there was a loud scream from upstairs. A second after it was
over, there was an even louder, higher scream that lasted seconds. It
was still going on when we pulled the front door shut.
Cheryl drove us home. It was strange to have Cheryl driving me and Mom.
I sat next to her, still holding my blouse shut.
When we got home, Mom went straight to the dining table and pulled her
pants down to her knees, just like she had been before. Cheryl said,
"Go on, *next* to her." I stood, staring. "Go on!" she said. I walked
in the dining room and turned and looked at Cheryl. She still stood in
the living room, telling me with facial expressions and hand motions, to
continue. I stood next to Mom. I leaned over the edge of the table
next to her. I undid my jeans and slid them down--not nearly as quickly
as Mom had.
Cheryl left, walking toward the bedrooms. I leaned there with Mom.
Nothing was happening. I didn't say anything or look at her, just
leaned there, next to her, propped on my elbows. She looked down at her
hands.
Cheryl came back in the room. She had makeup on, and was wearing a
black bra and black heels, and nothing else. In her hand, she had a
huge whip.
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