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Preparation 
by deirdre

(MF, MM, anal)

*****

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 give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

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

*****

Date: Sat, 31 Dec 1994 14:16:48 UTC

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. Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good
parts. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission 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

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.

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