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Subject: {ASSM} "College" (ff, mf, sm, ds) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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College (ff, mf, sm, ds)

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.


*****

This is not really a story, but more of a collection of related
reminiscences, like someone talking to a friend or their therapist.  It
really grew out of an image I had floating in my mind which makes one
scene of the story.  I won't describe it now except to say that lots of
people are apparently happily doing something that no person in their
right mind would consider, and the reminiscer is faced with either
doing the same or feeling like a troublemaker.  The rest of the story
built around this scene is sort of a mind-control story with much left
to the imagination.  Happy imagining!   -- 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 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


College

by deirdre


I transferred to a small, relatively private women's college after my
sophomore year.  After a couple of weeks, I knew it was the environment
for me, even if I only met men when we got together with guys from a
men's college that was 10 miles away.  That was some years ago, and
they are both now coed, but that is another story.  This story is about
some weird memories I have from that school.  I got along with my new
dorm roommate, Sherry, just fine, and I loved some of my professors.
The first weird thing I recall was one night after I had been there
about two weeks.  It seems almost like a dream, maybe because it is too
strange to be real.  Anyhow, in the middle of the night, I heard people
talking and moving around in the halls.  Soon Sherry was up too, and
telling me to get up.  I didn't know what to think.  I wondered about a
fire, but no one was hurrying, or if there had been some kind of
shocking news, or if this was some sort of initiation or college
tradition that I hadn't heard about.  Anyhow, soon we were in the
hallway with the other girls, all of us still in our nightgowns, with
no robes!  Everyone was going downstairs and Sherry and I went along.
I gave Sherry several questioning looks, but got no response except
that she seemed to be encouraging me to go along.

We reached the ground floor, and then we all got in line at this door
that I had never seen open before, underneath the stairs.  The line was
slowly moving as the girls entered the door.  I couldn't see much
through the door, but it seemed to be another staircase that went down.
 "What's going on?"  I asked Sherry.  "Don't worry," she answered.
Well, eventually we got up to the door, and I found it to be a very
cramped staircase, and the line continued on down.  Once we were on the
staircase, there wasn't enough room to get out of line unless everyone
behind us backed out!

Well, we continued to move up in the line as the stairs wound around a
couple of corners, and I became more aware of a noise.  Earlier, it had
been softer, like a furnace in the distance (though this wasn't the
season for that), but as we descended the stairs, it grew louder, and
somewhat mechanical, like factory machinery.  It made me more than a
little nervous.

Finally, we got close enough that I could see the head of the line.
The noise was deafening.  At the bottom of the stair was a little room.
 I could see that the girl who was two places in front of me was lying
down, right where the stairs met the room!  Then, the girl in front of
me pulled off her nightgown and she was nude!  I could see that in
front of her on the floor was a conveyor belt of some kind!  The noise
was much louder now, and very mechanical!  She lay down on the conveyor
belt, so she was moving headfirst!  I could see that the conveyor belt
passed through a fairly small hole in the side of the room, that had
strips of fabric of some sort acting as a curtain.  The noise was
obviously coming from behind that curtain!  The conveyor belt just
carried her into the little hole in the wall and she was gone!

You can't imagine how I felt, seeing that.  I was still a bit
lightheaded from sleeping, but this was beyond strange!  I glanced back
at Sherry and started to say something, but she said "It's OK, go
ahead" in an assuring voice, though she had to speak over the din.
There was a pile of nightgowns and panties.  "Go ahead," Sherry
repeated.  There was obviously no turning back up the stairs without
causing a huge stir.  I couldn't conceive of what was going on.  But
all those girls in front of me had done it, and I wasn't sure enough of
myself to be different.  So I did it!  I slipped off my nightgown and
panties, and lay down like I'd seen the girl in front of me, and was
never more scared in my life as I we moved along toward the growing
noise.

When I passed through the curtain, what I remember is that the noise
was almost unbearable, and it was bright--so bright I couldn't see
anything.  But that is all I remember.  Except I have the vague memory
of being back in my dorm room with Sherry and slipping back into bed.
Wearing my sleepwear.  Later during the day, when I saw that door on
the ground floor, it was always closed and locked.

And that is the clearest of all of my weird memories.  I have vague
memories that we did the same thing more nights that week, and later,
but I just can't remember well enough to say.  Other than that, I had a
few weird experiences along with the uncomfortable feeling that they
are somehow connected.  One was just an image that came to my mind
once.  I was sitting in English class, a class I thoroughly enjoyed
mostly because of the professor, a woman who seemed like a genius to
me, and whom I idolized.  She was lecturing class one day, and somehow
my mind got lost and I just stared at her instead of listening.  She
was thirtyish, slender, very attractive, and was wearing a suit, which
seemed almost more suitable to a businesswoman than to a professor.
Anyhow, for a moment, just for a moment, the weirdest image came to my
mind.  I imagined her dressed in that same suit, and me totally nude.
And I imagined saying "whip me" to her.  And I imagined a searing pain
on my rear!  And that was it.  The only problem is that it half-seemed
like a memory!

Another time, my sister, Mindy, who was still in high school came to
visit me for the weekend.  She sacked out in a sleeping bag in our dorm
room.  I have a very vague memory of guiding her downstairs that night
like Sherry guided me earlier and convincing her to get on the
conveyor.  The scary thing is that she was gone in the morning!  Sherry
didn't seem concerned at all saying she was a "big girl," and I got the
same reaction from everyone I talked to including the dorm mother and
the Dean of Students!  They said she had probably gone home!  Well,
part of me listened to them, or wanted to believe them, while another
part of my mind was panic-stricken!  But something held me from doing
anything all weekend until finally I called home on Sunday evening.
She was there, right on schedule!  And Mom thanked me for arranging for
her to ride home with one of my professors!

Another weird thing happened sometime after I snooped one day and found
that Sherry had a dildo underneath her clothes in one of her drawers.
I'd never seen one before, but I recognized it for what it was.  I
never said anything to her about my discovery, and after some initial
private amusement thinking about Sherry and her dildo, I nearly forgot
about it.  But one Saturday night, when I was studying in the dorm room
alone, and feeling more than a little lonely and horny, something made
me remember that dildo.  After a little more studying, I stopped and
went and got it out of the drawer.  It was like I was watching myself
do all this, but I knew I was going to try the thing.  I undressed, and
got some Vaseline and covered the thing with it and lay down on my bed.
 Then I lay on my side, put the thing against my asshole, and pushed it
in!  And it slipped right in several inches with no trouble whatsoever!
 I'd never had anything done to my ass nor had I ever played with it!
I don't know what made me do that, that night, and I certainly don't
know how come I was so good at it!  When I got it in, I was so hot I
almost screamed, and I immediately came so much I passed out!  After
waking up and cleaning up and putting the dildo away, I never looked
for it or saw it again.  And I've never had any sort of anal sex since
then!

Another thing that bothers me has happened now and again since I've
been married.  Sometimes when I see my husband nude, and see his cock,
I get the feeling I should put it in my mouth and something tells me
that I could take all of it, even when it is hard.  This is even though
we never have oral sex, and I've never had oral sex in my life!

I graduated at the end of the next year.  I left the place and have
never been back.  Mindy wanted to go there, but something in me made me
object--in fact, I objected so effectively to my mother, even though I
had no specific complaints, that she refused to send Mindy there.  But
later, after Mindy graduated from another college, she went back to my
alma mater and got a job on the staff.  She seldom leaves there to
visit home even though it is an easy trip for a weekend.  And she seems
different when I see her now.  She has asked me to come visit her at
the college--almost insisted in fact--and has told me she is positive
that I would enjoy the visit she has planned for me, but something
holds me back, some vague fear of the place.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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