======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.cais.net!bofh.dot!world1.bawave.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!mordred.cc.jyu.fi!forwiss.uni-passau.de!suelmann From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Daughter Date: 29 May 1996 22:16:02 GMT Organization: University of Passau, Germany Lines: 356 Message-ID: <4oiib2$29s@mordred.cc.jyu.fi> NNTP-Posting-Host: galadriel.forwiss.uni-passau.de Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:157327 From: an65862@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 17 Jul 1995 04:16:01 UTC Subject: deirdre: Daughter I fear some readers, finding themselves repulsed by the a story of mine, might miss my other, milder stories. As the disclaimer states, these stories are just fantasies and while there *are* things I do not write (death, injury, pre-pubescent sex, being forced to have sex that's giving you no pleasure), I do write things far beyond what I would approve of in real life. I *love* romance and loving sex, but I'm also fascinated with fantasies concerning "sex with people you shouldn't have sex with". If you find you can't get in the spirit of this story, another of my new stories, "Couch", might be more to your tastes. -- deirdre Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to alt.sex.stories.d. Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age. Prmission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre Daughter by deirdre, 4/20/95 She wasn't paying attention. "OK," I said in my mother-voice, "what's bothering you?" She didn't answer right away, but finally said "Nothing." I almost smiled to myself: I *knew* my daughter. In fact, I don't see how Diane could imagine that she was anything less than completely transparent since it was written all over her, her every move, as well as her voice. "Mom! Really, there's *nothing*!" At least she could read *me*--that I didn't believe her for a second. "Well if you don't want to talk about it, I understand." "Honest! There's *nothing*!" Her eyes were shifting and glancing. I didn't know what the big deal was: I'd just *told* her I wasn't going to pry it out of her. I made myself turn away and start doing something--*anything*-- because as long as we continued the conversation, Diane would just grow more uncomfortable. If I knew her, and I did, given enough time she might well bring it up herself. "Mom?" It was later, and I recognized her tone of voice. "What, Honey?" "Mom, there *is* something that I'm worrying about." I paused for a second--I needed to say the right thing: "Do you want to talk about it?" "Uh, I don't know." "Well that's OK--talk to me later if you feel like it." She didn't answer, but I could see her thinking. I waited for her to reply. "I... I can talk about it now." "What is it, Honey?" Yes, I know my daughter. "It's me and Rob." Her fiance: a relationship problem. "Yes?" "I'm sorry Mom, it's hard for me to talk about. It's about... sex." We'd never talked about *that* before! At least not since she was a teenager and we'd talked about whether she would or wouldn't. "Sex?" I think my *mother's confidence* was fading a little and my voice had grown a little weak. "Yes. Rob wants me to... *do* something." My heart was in my throat. Talking sex with my daughter. Not that I'm a prude or anything, but this was my *daughter*! My mind raced. She wasn't simply talking about doing it--I was one hundred percent certain that they'd started that long before. "Something?" My brilliant answer. "Yes, I never..." He wanted her to do something she never does. Take his cock in her mouth I'd bet. "You mean touch his... to your mouth?" I guess my nervousness caused me to spill my thoughts. "Oh, Mom, no!" There was the hint of a grin on her mouth for a second. She seemed to gather courage from her amusement: "He wants to do me in the rear!" I think my mouth was hanging open in shock. Maybe I *am* a prude, but this was the *last* thing I was expecting. "Mom?" she asked after a minute. I guess she'd been expecting a response. "I don't know what to do." "You *can't* be considering it!" I finally stammered. "Mom! *Lots* of couples do it." "Diane! It... it's *humiliation*!" "Mom!" I sat there, staring at Diane. Doing your husband with your mouth is something I can understand--it wouldn't be fair to expect him to pleasure you like that if you weren't willing to do it yourself. Maybe I *am* a prude-- anal sex is just beyond anything I even care to think about. And to think of Diane... my Diane and that Rob--how could he *ask* that of her? We weren't able to continue any kind of useful discussion after that but it preyeon me. Then one day Rob volunteered: "So you told Diane not to." Diane hadn't been around when Rob showed up but he'd come in anyway. I sat there confused for a few seconds, but something made me think of the talk Diane and I had had. I looked at Rob warily: "Not to?" "Not to have anal sex with me." I almost yelled his name at that point, but caught myself and tried to remain cool. I forced what I hoped was a casual smile. "I was hoping you weren't serious about that. How *could* you?" "What's the matter with anal sex?" "As if you didn't know--it's just a way guys get off on humiliating women." "Lots of women *like* it." "Come on now! No woman on the *planet* enjoys it." "You speak from experience," was his response. I thought I detected him suppressing a smile. I wanted to slap his face. "Good grief! You don't need experience to know *that*!" "Ah ha! Just as I thought! You don't know what you're talking about!" Suddenly I wanted out of the conversation. How did we get into this discussion anyway? "Just forget it. I don't want to talk about it." "Awfully narrow minded, aren't we?" Now he was definitely smiling. "I'll bet you'd *like* it if you ever tried it." "I said I don't want to talk about it!" "Afraid what I'm saying is true, right?" "No way! Now just shut up about it!" "Such language. You *are* worried that you might be wrong--that's why you've lost your composure." I caught myself and stared at him. It was so infuriating, him smirking like that. I took a deep breath. "Just drop it," I said, keeping my voice low and calm. He didn't answer right away, but just looked at me. I couldn't look away. He had a speculative look in his eye. "We could have a little *bet*," he offered. I stared at him, unbelieving. "Rob!" I finally said. "A little experiment to see who's right about this. You *are* sure of yourself, aren't you?" "Rob, stop this!" "If it doesn't change your mind, I'll stop... asking Diane about it." "Rob!" I couldn't believe he was still talking like this. "I *do* keep asking her. Eventually she'll relent, you know." I stared at him again. My Diane, letting a man do that to her. I didn't want to know this! Why did I get myself into this? "I would *stop* asking her..." he finally went on, "if I *really* believed that no woman enjoyed it." Again I didn't answer. I should have been saying no! Screaming at him! Gone! But I just stared. Finally my mouth opened: "What were you proposing if *you* won this bet?" "You tell her it's OK to do it." I gulped. A lump in my throat. Little Diane--my little Diane. "Bastard," I said. We were in my room--Rob and me. He started to kiss me and I pushed him away: "what are you doing? That's not part of it!" "Really, now--certainly no woman would enjoy it unless she were aroused." "Well don't kiss me!" I couldn't stand it. I couldn't believe I was doing this in any case. He smiled at me and took me by the waist, putting his hands on the sides of my waist. He *is* rather good looking--it's clear why Diane fell for him. I stood there looking at him. I held my chin up. His hands slid to the front of my jeans and he started undoing them. I thought about pushing him away. I *should* push him away--get him *out* of there. The front of my jeans were undone and he started sliding them down. I sat on the bed and lifted my feet as he pulled them all the way off. Then he took the elastic waist of my underpants in his fingers and looked at me again. I stood and he slid them down and we repeated our motions. His hands were at the side of my waist again, and again they slid to the center of my stomach. Then down. They touched me. While he touched me, he moved his body around and managed to get a leg behind me so he was sitting behind me with me between his legs. His arms were around me and fingering me and his head was over my left shoulder. He was behind me. He was going to do my behind. Fear grabbed me again as if this were the first time I realized that was what he'd be doing. He knew how to finger me. I wondered whether I should be letting him finger me--was that part of the test? He was certainly right that a woman would have to be aroused to ever enjoy it. And I was certainly becoming aroused. He slipped around me again and was in front of me, kneeling. Then he was *licking* me! I *love* that--I can't get enough! He was so good and it had been so long! Well one thing was certain: I was going to be a *very* aroused woman. I'd forgotten what we were leading up to. He didn't stop--he just kept licking and licking. The sensations were driving me absolutely wild. I realized this whole idea was a mistake simply because it had been too long for me. Then he was up, his head in front of mine. He had my body in his arms and he'd lowered me to the bed, lying beside me on his side, his head even with mine. His fingers were still on me, doing their evil. I turned my head toward him, and immediately he was kissing me. There was no chance that I'd resist--I kissed him back, grabbing his head with my hand. His fingers didn't stop. Then he was down again, kissing me there. He was so good--I couldn't imagine better. Then I felt it: a finger touching me back there. Then it was pressing. He was still licking. Then it was in me. It was so dirty, what we were doing and I felt so wild. I knew we shouldn't be--the whole thing was ridiculous. Is this why I agreed? Because I wanted to try Rob? Cheat on my own daughter? His finger was in me and he was sliding it in and out! He must have managed to lubricate it sometime. I couldn't believe the sensations--he still licked and licked. Then he was beside me again. "Are you ready enough?" he whispered as he continued to finger me. I couldn't answer--I was too out of breath. His fingers never stopped. "Yes," I finally managed to breath. He rolled my body away from his. I felt it--he had it up against me back there. He still fingered me and I was still out of breath. "Relax," he whispered. I tried to. "Let it in," he continued. He still fingered me. I felt him press on my rear, harder and harder, little by little. He repeated his instructions. I tried my best. He was in. He never stopped fingering. We were on our sides, his head right behind mine. He whispered in my ear "Beautiful!" We lay there like that. Then he said "I'm going to push it further," He kissed my neck and ear. I felt it press. It slid in, further and further. Then he was pressed hard against me, against my rear. The fingers never stopped. "Now out a bit, slow as you please," he said and I felt him drawing it out. Then he was pressing again, then drawing, always ever so slowly. My head was twisted to get my lips on his--I wanted to kiss him and kiss him. "OK, I'm going to draw out," he said. The feeling of him leaving--it was so incredible. Then he was on his knees again, licking me. And his finger was in my rear again! This time he didn't stop, but just kept going and going. I couldn't believe how long we'd been at it without my coming already, but now I knew there was no stopping. There wasn't. Afterward, I lay there, exhausted. He didn't stay. He came back a couple of nights later when Diane was gone and we did it again--the same thing, only he me in my rear. I'd never kept my promise to say anything to Diane--I was feeling so guilty and embarrassed that I found myself avoiding her. He was back again a few nights later, and then when we were done, I realized I heard Diane in the house! I don't see how she could have missed hearing us! Rob got dressed and started to leave! I whispered to him, furiously, to remain in the room, but he just walked out. I just lay there in bed, scared to death. I heard just a little talk, then it got quiet. And I heard them go off to Diane's room and still laying there quietly, I heard the sounds of them doing it. It was so hard to face Diane in the morning. We didn't say a thing about it--in fact we hardly talked. It was as if we were pretending nothing was going on. She *must* have heard something. A couple of nights later, I answered the phone and it was Rob. He told me to go to my room and stay there, then he wanted to talk to Diane. Later as I lay in bed, I heard him come in and heard the sounds from Diane's room. Then he showed up at my door. I didn't care--I needed it. Then one night while I was lying there with him inside my rear, I realized there were noises coming from Diane's room. I twisted and looked at him: "I brought my friend, Jeff," he said. He didn't stop fingering me. Later after he left and I was lying there, I heard someone come in my room. I quickly propped myself up to see and it wasn't anyone I'd ever seen before! Jeff! I was in a panic and felt I had to find clothes, immediately. He was older than Rob, maybe thirty. He put his finger over his lips signalling me to stay quiet. He was so calm that I felt like he was telling me not to panic, not to move. I lay there on my elbows, watching him. He came over quietly, almost tiptoeing and knelt down and immediately knelt and started licking me down there. He was even better than Rob Then Rob walked in again! Soon he was in my rear again while Jeff ate me. I almost passed out when they brought me to climax--I think I did pass out just a little. Afterwards they wanted me to come out with them, but I didn't want to run into Diane. I told them I'd remain, but they insisted and I pulled on a robe. I got the three of us drinks. Then I heard Diane again! I mean noises from her room! It was embarrassing to listen to her moans like that. Rob and Jeff were still there with me. I sat there, once again wondering about things-- about what was going on. Rob smiled at me. "Jeff's wife came by," he said. I stared at him in a daze. Finally a woman walked in, from the direction of Diane's room--wearing absolutely nothing but a bra! I stared at her: she did look to be about the same age as Jeff, with brown hair to her shoulders, a pretty face and a body I'd kill for. Walking around, uncovered like that. She kissed Jeff on the lips and said hi to Rob and then looked at me as if she were waiting to be introduced, but Rob and Jeff made no move to do an introduction which was rather rude of them. She looked annoyed. Jeff just patted her rear a couple of times. I found myself wondering what she would look like without the bra. I should have introduced myself I suppose, but I just looked back and forth at Rob and Jeff feeling kind of confused. Finally, the woman came over and said to me in a low voice, almost a whisper "I'm Lori." She took my hand and led me toward my bedroom. I felt so strange following this almost-naked woman. Once inside, she turned and said: "You're the one who needs to be eaten first, aren't you?" I didn't answer and she came up, standing right in front of me. "You know, your daughter isn't like that: she comes really hard just from getting it in her rear." I stared at her chest, covered by that bra. She'd undone my robe and she pushed it off my shoulders, leaving me naked. She smiled at me, then ran a finger down my body, following it with her eyes. Then she knelt down in front of me and put her face up to my crotch. I felt her tongue start on me. I looked down at her hair. In seconds I knew she was the best. I was already breathing hard, but I pushed her away and backed up. I don't know how I had the strength of mind to do it. I heard more moaning from Diane's room. Lori looked up at me, confused. "Don't you want me to?" she finally asked, seeming disappointed. I looked at her, thinking. "Take off your bra," I finally heard myself say.