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Subject: {ASSM} "Back," by deirdre (mf, mm, anal) -- reposted by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 04:10:04 -0500
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"Back" (mf mm anal) 

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. 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. 

*****


I recently posted seven stories, but only three ("Hear", "Older" and
"Spring") made it through unscathed.  I'm very thankful for the service
provided by the folks who run anon.penet.fi, but three of the stories
appear to have been cut off prematurely ( "Dunes", "Freebie" and
"Reception"; the folks in Finland announced they were letting messages
up to 48KB pass through and all three of these postings were much
shorter than that).  A fourth story, "Back" also didn't make it, but I
don't know where or what went wrong.  So I'm reposting the four that
didn't make it. 
  Back...........m: (mf) mm anal 
  Dunes..........m: mm mf ff 
  Freebie........f: mf (ff) oral public 
  Hear...........f: ff fff 
  Older..........f: ff spanking 
  Reception......f: ff mf 
  Spring.........f: ff hypnotism 

Thanks to those who have commented on the stories and asked for the
endings. However, I'd like to correct one impression some have had:
that these were reposts. In fact, these seven are new stories as of
September 1995: the dates at the front of the stories are when I
started writing them. -- deirdre 

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. 

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and 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 



Back 

by deirdre, 7/30/95 

I know what started it all.  We'd been talking about Jeff Peters who
had just discovered his wife was cheating on him.  "Well, that's one
thing *I'll* never have to worry about," I commented. 

I *didn't* worry: Judy just isn't like that.  But I don't think I saw
her face when I made that comment because I know the image would have
come back to me if I had.  You see, two days later, Judy and I were
lying in bed, and she said my name: 

"Greg?" 

"Yes?"  No she didn't usually start conversations while we were trying
to sleep, and when she did, she didn't usually start by saying my name.


"I have to tell you something." 

"What is it?"  I still didn't see it coming. 

"I wasn't going to tell you this because it... it isn't your fault that
I'm feeling so guilty.  But I can't help it--I'm sorry but I can't keep
it in any longer."  Yes, she sounded disturbed. 

"What do you want to tell me?"  I *really was* wondering. 

"I... I did it with someone else," she said, and sniffled. 

I turned on the light by the bed and sat up.  I looked down at her.  I
think it was more shock than anger...I wouldn't have thought it was
possible.  Judy! 

The last person in the world I would have guessed! 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's not your fault," she went on, crying for
real now.  I couldn't speak yet.  My heart was in my throat and I was
just sitting there, kind of numb.  "It was about a year ago," she went
on, her voice trembling.  "Only once, it was a mistake, oh, I'm so
sorry." 

I didn't know what to do.  "What happened?" I heard come out of my
mouth.  I just sat there.  My voice had sounded, well, lifeless. 

"It was only once, I swear!  It was at the spa."  She paused, but I
didn't respond.  "In aerobics class I guess I was eyeing one of the
instructors--not really much, but afterwards he sought me out and told
me he'd noticed! 

"I tried to be casual about it and let him know it hadn't meant
anything, but he seemed upset by it all and took me to an office.  I
felt guilty and told him I was sorry, but he just stood there, looking
at me.  I... I felt like a child, feeling so guilty, standing in front
of him like that.  Then... he said 'You know what I'm going to do?  I'm
going to fuck you in the ass!'" 

She stopped.  I sat there, aghast: I couldn't think of what to say. 

Finally she went on.  "He grabbed me and pulled off my shorts and
pushed me over the edge of the desk... And did it."  Her voice had
faded out to a whisper. 

"He raped you." 

She didn't say anything for a while.  Then she said, weakly: "No." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He... he started out by touching me for a while but then he stopped.
He backed away from me and just stood there.  Looking at me.  He told
me to get dressed and go." 

"And?" 

"I didn't.  I just waited.  He told me again, and I still didn't go.
I... just stayed there like that.  Then he... he laughed and he... did
it." 

She stopped again and after a little while, I spoke: "You just waited
for him to do it?" 

After a little while, she answered softly: "Yes." 

"Why?" 

Once again, she didn't answer right away.  "I must have wanted it.  I
think."   The her voice got stronger again: "I was *crazy*.  It was the
*only* time, I swear... I'm so sorry!"  She was crying again. 

"What was his name?"  I'm not sure why I asked this. 

She didn't answer right away, though she had stopped crying.  Finally,
she spoke: "It doesn't matter.  I don't go there any more."  When I
didn't respond, she finally said: "His name was Todd." 

The next day I was at the spa: "Is there a 'Todd' here?" I asked the
girl at the desk: "I need to see him." 

She went off and came back with a guy.  I looked at him: he was tall
and definitely muscular.  "You wanted to see me?" 

"Just for a minute," I answered, looking at the girl and around the
area.  He must have gathered that I didn't want to talk in front of
everyone and told me to follow him.  We ended up in an empty office. 

I wondered if this was the office.  I looked at him.  Todd.  He had
dark eyes and dark hair.  My wife had succumbed to him.  I still
couldn't believe this.   *I'd* never had anal sex with Judy.  "Well?"
he said, a little impatiently. 

I took a deep breath.  "My wife says you had sex with her."  I didn't
really know why I was doing this.  I *had* to. 

He gave a short involuntary laugh, then looke away from me though I
could see he was smiling.  Then he looked back at me, with only a hint
of the smile left.  "I suppose it's possible," he said. 

"She said you took her in here," I went on, glancing around the room,
"and..." 

"You know what?" he interrupted me.  I stared at him and he finally
went on: "I'm going to fuck your ass." 

Suddenly he had me by the arm and I was immediately leaning over the
side of the desk.  My pants were down!  He held me down with one hand
and his other hand reached between my legs and grabbed my cock.  He
laughed a little while he stroked it. 

He just kept squeezing and stroking it.  I should have called out.  How
could I call people in to see this?  His fingers held my balls for a
second and then a finger pressed against my rear hole.  Then he was
stroking my cock again.   And he went back and forth between my cock
and my rear. 

And then he wasn't touching me.  I didn't move, but finally looked
back.  He was leaning against another desk, his arms folded across his
chest, looking at me.  "Get dressed and get out of here," he said.  He
still had that little smile on his face. 

I didn't move.  I don't know why I froze but I did.  I didn't move a
muscle.   "Go on!" he said, and after a little more, he snickered. Then
he picked up a tube of something, and unzipped his pants, pulled out
his cock and started stroking it.  I watched.  But didn't move. 

That night, at home again, I found myself staring at Judy.  We hadn't
said any more about it and I hadn't tried to be angry with her or
anything, but I just kept staring at her while she wasn't looking. 

The following night, Judy was out, and something made me look through
her things.  That wasn't something I do, so it was clear that I was
still reacting to events.  And I found something.  A small dildo. 

When she got home, I had the dildo in my pocket.  I meant to ask her
about it. 

I went to kiss her.  But something was strange: she looked like she was
practically in a trance, sleepwalking or something. 

"Dear, what's the matter?" I finally asked.  In response, she suddenly
turned her head to look at me.  She still didn't say anything.  "Dear?"
I continued. 

She took my hand and pulled me to the couch and sat down.  This was
definitely strange.  I ended up sitting next to her with my arm wrapped
around her shoulder and she had her head against my chest. 

"I did it again," she said. 

"What?" 

"I went to the spa tonight," she said.  "Todd called me today." 

We didn't say anything for minutes after that.  Finally she looked up
at me.   I didn't know what to say.  She threw her arms around me and
hugged me tight.   She wasn't crying a bit. 

Finally she released me and stood up.  I still couldn't find words to
say.  I remembered the dildo.  I pulled it out of my pocket and held it
up.  She stared at it.  "I found this," I said.  That's all I said, and
I just looked at her. 

"I'd been... pretending it was him," she replied. 

No, that's the last we've seen of Todd, at least in the flesh.  Now we
often get undressed and get on our knees, leaning over the edge of the
bed.  We have two little dildos.  We turn our heads to look at each
other.  We think of Todd. 




		
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