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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Preparation
Date: 21 Feb 1996 22:10:12 GMT
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Subject: deirdre: Preparation

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                           Preparation
                        by deirdre, 9/24/94

   I relaxed as best I could. I just stood there, willing my
muscles to do nothing. I hate to describe what the feeling was
really like--needless to say it felt *big*. Slipping in like that!
But it was well lubricated and I was well lubricated and all things
considered, it was going well enough. The feeling!

   Things began when Valerie, my wife threw down the gauntlet:
"Yes, I'll do it."

   I was astounded. Not that I bugged her all the time or anything
but she'd known for *years* what I'd like to try with her and
despite my efforts to apprise her of my continued interest, had
never given a hint that her resolve might be weakening. It was
almost too much for me to digest, somehow I didn't believe her.

   "Under one condition," she added. Oh. Well, this was sounding
more believable. But I couldn't think of many conditions that I
wouldn't be willing to fulfill.

   "Yes?" I asked. Something made me put a little amusement in my
voice even though she sounded perfectly serious. Maybe I didn't
want to show any disappointment when she changed her mind. I guess
I still couldn't accept the change in her attitude.

   "I want you to know what it is you are asking me to do." That
was a simple answer. Too simple--something made me nervous about
it.

   "Tell me," I said.

   "I want you to *really know* it. I want you to *experience* it."

   I was silent. She was too for a moment. Then I saw amusement
grow in *her* face. "You should *see* your face," she said,
giggling. "Hoping to give what you won't *take*?"

   "You mean with a dildo?" I asked.

   "Is that what you want to do to me?" she asked with mock
innocence. "I think not," she added.

   "It's *different* for *me*."

   "I'd say I'm asking you to do *exactly the same thing* you want
me to do"

   "In a way, yes," I answered, "but for me it would be a same-sex
experience."

   "You have a point though you aren't above suggesting I do *that*
either," she answered, "but even so, anything less would be less
than what you are asking of *me*."

   I was silent again. I didn't know what to say. "It's your big
chance," she finally added, "you'd better give it some thought."

   "No way!"

   "I don't see what the big deal is even if you don't get off on
it," she went on, "just lubricate everything well and then just
relax until it goes in easy. Then, just lose yourself in the
sensations and maybe you'll even find you like it!" She was
smiling, the wretch--I recognized my own words being thrown back at
me.

   "You're *taunting* me," I said, smiling despite myself. She was
grinning. We'd be in bed soon thrashing about happily.

   "Think what you're missing," she said and she unsnapped her
jeans and slid them down. She wasn't wearing panties! She turned
away, looking over her shoulder and wriggled her rear. She's got
the best looking rear on the planet!

   "It's *waiting* for you!" she added, pushing the length of a
finger against her crack. She grabbed my hand and pushed it against
her rear crack.

   "Witch!" I said and picked her up around the hips so she was
doubled over. She wriggled out and ran in the bedroom. I was there
in a flash. There was fireworks.

   The next morning I was eating breakfast and she said while
pouring us coffee refills: "Have you *thought* about my
proposition?" I *hadn't* and it took me a second to figure out what
she was referring to.

   "Val, you can't think I'd consider it."

   "Well, please do," she added in a low voice. She turned her body
away from me and lifted her skirt, revealing again that she wore no
underpants. "I *want* you in there, *so bad*!" she went on. This
was so unlike her to play the tease. Later when we were leaving,
after we kissed, she managed to turn around in my arms and push her
rear into me, winking at me over her shoulder.

   "Witch," I repeated.

   "Have you thought about it?" she said that night when we were in
bed.

   "About what?" I asked, honestly.

   "About your rear," she said. This time she seemed perfectly
serious. "You aren't giving it any thought, are you?"

   "No."

   "I *honestly* think you should. It would be just a few minutes
for you, and then in the future when we were like this, you could
just slip it in sometimes." We were spooning at the time. I didn't
answer, "Just a few minutes of your life..." she repeated.

   "Why not a dildo?" I asked.

   "You *know* it isn't the same," she said, "no living, breathing
person behind you."

   "You can get dildoes that strap on like a cock."

   She giggled. "Nice try, but no. I *really feel* that you should
experience what you are proposing to put me through." After a pause
she went on, "It really is a kind of humiliation. You *know* we
don't have a relationship like *that*. Just a few minutes of your
life."

   I didn't answer. The problem is I didn't say no. She noticed
it--I *know* her. I noticed it too and it worried me.

   And that is all we said about it for weeks. But one evening,
after eating out with Valerie's friend Julie and her husband Tyler,
she brought it up with them! We'd gone back to their house and were
having a drink and Valerie chirped up: "Yes, Ron has agreed to do
something *amazing* for me!" Our conversation had loosened up with
our drinks but though this declaration triggered my radar, I still
had no idea what was coming.

   "What's that?" asked Julie. Julie's quite attractive--brunette
like Valerie but a little more figure.

   "He's going to... let a *man* do his rear," she said, almost
giggling.

   "Val!" I managed.

   "You *want* him to do that?" Julie asked Valerie, incredulously.

   "If he wants to do mine," answered Valerie. I glanced at Tyler
to see how he was reacting to this. He wasn't looking at me, I was
relieved to see.

   "You have a *deal* with him, that if he lets a *man* fuck his
ass, that he can fuck *yours*?" asked Julie. She doesn't usually
talk like that--I guess it was the moment and the drink.

   "That's it!" replied Val.

   "Who?" asked Julie.

   "No idea. We haven't gotten that far." We were all silent for a
minute.

   "Tyler could do it," Julie said at last.

   I spoke up: "Val has *exaggerated* everything. We didn't
*really* decide..."

   "Oh, you just have cold feet," interrupted Julie. "You could
have Tyler do it tonight."

   Yikes! "Thanks, but no thanks," I said.

   "No, don't refuse so fast," she answered. "It'd be over so
soon--I *know* you're having all kinds of qualms and second
thoughts. If you're going to do it at all, you should get it over
with *tonight* and free yourself from the anticipation." She smiled
but she was obviously well meaning.

   "It's a good idea, Hon," added Val. "Later tonight, it's all
over but the fun!" Tyler still hadn't said anything. He hadn't
objected.

   "Come on!" added Julie. She walked up to me and spoke in a lower
voice: "I'll *bet* you'd love it with Val *tonight*!" She glanced
over at Val and walked over to her and pulled her out of her chair,
smiling, "Fucking her cute little ass," she added even lower, and
patted Val's rear.

   "Just a few minutes," she went on, "and it can be *all over*."

   I don't know what got into me. It didn't seem like a strange
thing to any of them. When you are around people, you tend to adopt
their ideas. Julie went out and came back with a little jar. K.Y.
Jelly. "Go in the bathroom, get undressed and come out with your
rear done up," she said. "Go on!" she said, giving me a little push
to get me started.

   I sat in the bathroom. Julie finally opened it a crack. "Come
on, you're just dragging it out. It can all be over in a jiffy."

   "Not bad," she said with a little grin finally when I came out.
After that she was perfectly serious. "Stand here, against the door
frame," she said, taking the jar from my hands. I placed my chest
and stomach against it, and grabbed the frame with my fingers. I
heard Tyler unzip and heard him smearing his cock. I looked over my
shoulder a little but not enough to see him behind me.

   He was behind me. The door was between the living room and the
hall and both women were in the living room, standing right there,
watching me. Both were fully dressed in skirts. They watched my
face. I felt Tyler's cock against my rear. "Relax now," said Julie.
Tyler pushed a little but not really trying to get it in yet. Then
I felt a finger probing--It *did* go in easily. Two. Three. Then
the fingers were gone. I felt *it* again. Pushing. He held my hips.

   The feeling. The feeling of that big thing slipping in there. I
was completely nude. They were all completely dressed. The women
still looked at my face. His hips were pressed against my rear, his
cock all the way in. I was holding the doorframe so tight. His
hands on my hip-bones.

   I knew he was thrusting his hips in front of him to reach me.
His chest pushed against my back. I felt his clothes all the way up
and down my skin.

   Julie came closer. He was drawing out and pushing in. She took
my cock in her hand and played with it. "Kinda hard, isn't it?" she
said with a little smirk.

   "That's not... fair... you...r handling it." I was having
trouble talking. She smiled, let go and backed off again. Still the
two just watched me. Tyler was moving faster and faster. It was
beginning to get rough, between him and the door frame. I heard him
breathing. Then suddenly he slammed against me, pulling on the
doorframe himself. He held himself tight against me, not moving a
muscle. I felt his cock pulsing its semen into me.

   It was done. He pulled out. "You *did* it," Julie said. "Go
clean yourself up." Valerie still looked at me but hadn't said a
word. I went into the bathroom. I didn't turn around to look at
Tyler.

   I borrowed a washcloth and washed a bit, then got dressed. When
I left the bathroom, there was Valerie, standing in the same
doorframe, her skirt pulled up in back, Tyler's cock in her rear!
I stared. My heart was in my throat. What was happening?

   I walked behind them into the living room. Julie was sitting on
the couch and patted the place beside her. I sat down.

   "You did good," she said when I sat. I just stared at the two of
them in the doorway. Tyler was banging away. He came in seconds,
just like he did with me. Then he drew back and zipped up. Val
pulled her panties back up from her thighs and dropped the back of
her skirt again. She walked in and gave me a *look what I did*
smile. I stood up and pulled her to the door. We were out without
a goodbye.

   "What the hell was *that*?" I exploded. "*That* wasn't part of
the deal!"

   "So you can mess around with him but *I can't*?" she shot back.

   "Mess around? I was doing it for *you*!" I replied.

   "Fuck off! You were doing it *for yourself*! *You* wanted *my
rear*, remember?" She marched to the car and turned around and
glared at me.

   "Fuck *you*!" I yelled. She got in the drivers' side and drove
off without me. I just stood there staring, not believing this.
Finally I heard the door behind me open. Julie appeared beside me.

   "You better come inside," she said, finally. She tugged me in.
There was no sign of Tyler and she pulled me over to the couch.
"Want to talk?" she finally said.

   "This is fucked," I offered.

   "Is she kind of bull-headed?" asked Julie. I didn't answer. We
sat back on the couch and she wrapped an arm around me. I turned my
head to her and she looked at me. She started unbuttoning her
blouse. I just watched as she finished it and then removed her bra.
She started a kiss but then pulled away to standing. She slipped
her skirt and panties off, leaving her naked in front of me. She
*did* have a beautiful body. She got on my lap, folded knees on
each side of me, facing me. She took my face in her hands and bent
down and kissed me. "I *want* you. Do you *want* me?" she asked
just above a whisper.

   "Yes," I breathed.

   She leaned over to my right ear and whispered. "Then let Tyler
do it again."

   I was standing at the doorframe again, Tyler in me, Julie right
in front of me again. This time she had my cock in her hand the
whole time, massaging it gently. She got close and up on tiptoes
and pushed it up between her legs so it pressed up against her
crotch. Then she backed away and just held it as Tyler slammed into
me for his climax.

   She led me into the bedroom. She opened a drawer and got out a
pair of handcuffs. She latched it to one of my hands and cuffed my
hands together behind my back. Then she leaned me over the edge of
the bed so my body was lying on it and my rear was right at the
edge. Tyler was in the room again and knelt behind me. "He's such
a *stud*" she said. She got out a little whip as he pushed in.

   They ate breakfast the next morning with me lying face down
between them on the kitchen table. Aside from my cuffed hands
behind my back, I was gagged, my ankles were bound together and a
dildo was in my rear. The doorbell rang. Julie came back from the
door, bringing Valerie. Val looked down at me with a blank
expression on her face. No one said anything.

   Tyler took her to the kitchen doorframe and lowered her jeans
right below her rear. Julie, who had sat down again, drew another
pair of handcuffs from her purse. I wondered what it would have
been like to touch her. Val stood there, pressed against the
doorframe. Tyler lowered her panties. She made no move either to
help or hinder him.

   He's such a stud.