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Subject: {ASSM} "Surprise"  by  deirdre  (MF, MM, FF, nc, anal)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Surprise 
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 (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

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

*****

Date: Mon, 2 May 1994 04:45:28 UTC

If you like the first half of the story, it is possible that you might
hate the second half. I must admit that I wrote the first half to
provide a contrast with the second half.

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Surprise 
by deirdre

It was our fifth wedding anniversary, but Diana insisted that I let her
arrange our celebration. She told me to take two days off work and I
expected she would arrange a little overnight trip. But the day came
and all she prepared was a picnic basket. She insisted on driving and
we drove out into the country, and then up this mountain road that
eventually was no more than a track in the woods. Finally we stopped
and she told me to carry the basket and started walking up the hill.

It was late spring and a warm, sunny day. It was relatively dry too,
which was a good thing because we weren't dressed for hiking. Diana was
wearing a red silk blouse and a white knee-length skirt and a straw
hat. Her shoes were entirely too nice for mountain climbing too. I
certainly hadn't dressed for it. But the climb was easy and dry and
very soon we emerged at the top of the hill, or mountain I should say.

And the view was spectacular! The whole top of the hill was grassy and
we had a 360 degree view for miles. There were just a few white puffy
clouds in the sky to offset the deep blue. Diana laid out a blanket and
opened the basket. I have to admit that it wasn't what I expected, but
it was one of the pleasantest meals we ever shared.

We had wine and cheese and bread and fruit and just sat there eating
and enjoying the breeze. The sight of Diana sitting there on the
blanket, her skirt blowing and holding on to her hat was intoxicating.
Finally she turned to me with this angelic smile and said softly "Take
me!"

Now I know Diana is shy about sex, and doubly so in such an open place,
so I was in awe that she could do this. I looked at her and she
continued to smile, but didn't make any other move. I took her hand and
stood up and drew her down the hill a little ways until we were next to
a tree. Then I invited her to sit down and sat down next to her and
kissed her. And was it sweet! She obviously was enjoying herself. We
just continued kissing for minutes on end, and I started running my
hand up and down the side of her body from her arm down to her hip and
thigh. Then I whispered "Are you ready?" and she whispered back "Yes!"
It was almost a sigh. I slipped my hand under her skirt, up to her
panties, and slipped my fingers over the waist band to her cunt. It was
wet all right. I gently caressed her, carefully rubbing the lips up and
down each side, and then finding her clit. Soon her kissing was little
more then sitting there with her mouth open. I continued to finger her
clit as I drew my lips from hers. She still looked into my eyes, but
her mouth remained open and she started breathing harder. She was so
beautiful to look at.

Without stopping, I leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Do you want
my finger inside you?"

"Yes!" came her breathy reply. I slid my index finger down from her
clit and slipped into her hole. It was easily ready and I pushed right
in. She inhaled sharply. Then I started sliding two fingers in and out
and at the same time found her clit with my thumb. She was writhing as
she sat there, and in seconds she was laying on the ground. I kept
kissing her and kept sliding my fingers. My tongue was in her mouth.
Her vocalizing was underscoring her breathing. I could tell she was
nearing the edge. Suddenly I broke the kiss and pulled my fingers out
and away from her. I watched her writhe in agony. Her eyes were looking
at me wide while she struggled to breath. Her mouth hung open. Just as
suddenly I pushed my fingers back into her. They slid in so easily. I
immediately started sliding them back and forth about an inch, as fast
as I could. She let out a loud moan and threw her head back, arching up
off her shoulders. I couldn't see her eyes anymore. But she kept
moaning, and I kept my fingers working until I could feel that she was
over it.

I lay next to her, and held her, kissing her cheek. She was still
trying to catch her breath. Finally she rolled on her side facing me
and clutched my body tightly to hers. "I wanted to do it," she said.
She sounded disappointed, almost sad.

"We will," I replied.

In a little while, we got up. We gathered our things and walked back
down the hill, holding hands. It was late afternoon and by the time we
got back home it was dark. We both showered and went to bed, early as
it was.

I could tell that Diana as exhausted. "Tomorrow, I promise," she said.
We snuggled, her lying on her side facing away from me and me lying on
my side facing her, holding her. "Could you turn me on just a little?"
she said, and I could hear teasing in her voice. I touched her breast
through her nightgown and gently massaged it around her nipple,
crossing her nipple a couple of times. "Thanks," she whispered, and she
wriggled her body pushing her rear into me for a couple of seconds. I
thought about the morning.

But I was exhausted too. After a little while, I realized that I had
closed my eyes and found myself back on that hill top with Diana. I was
back there again, each time I started to doze.

But then I realized I was awake. Something was strange. Maybe house
noises, but I was used to the noises that our house makes. I reached
over and turned on the light.

There was a man standing at the foot of our bed! For a few seconds I
just stared. He was tall, huge actually, and had wild blond hair and a
full blond beard. He looked like a modern viking. On second glance, I
noted his jeans and black tee-shirt and I identified him as a biker. I
continued to stare at him and he just stood there motionless, staring
at me. Thoughts started running through my head about protecting
Diana--I didn't see a weapon, but he looked so big and strong that I
felt powerless. It occurred to me that some burglars aren't dangerous
and do their best to avoid trouble. He wasn't running away. But he
wasn't trying to be any more menacing either.

Diana stirred. "What's the matter, darling?" she asked, rubbing her
eyes.

I felt a chill of fear again, thinking about Diana. "Don't panic," I
said softly, not taking my eyes off of the man.

"Hey!" Diana had seen him. Then in a moment she said "Steve!"

My own name is *David*. My mind was racing even more, trying to figure
out what was going on.

"Steve, is that you?" Diana jumped out of bed and ran around the foot
of the bed. "Is it really you? You're back!" There was excitement in
her voice. The man was still standing stock still, staring at me. Diana
was standing next to him, trying to get his attention, but she seemed
to avoid touching him. "Steve! Oh, Steve! Steve, fuck my ass!"

This had to be a nightmare! This wasn't right at all! Diana doesn't
like that stuff. Who is this *Steve*? "Steve! Please, fuck my ass! I
*need* it! Please! Please, Steve! See, I'm ready!" She was pulling off
her nightgown and was nude in seconds! "Please, Steve, fuck it! Hard,
Steve, the way you like it! Please?" I *need* it! Now!" She had turned
around and was looking over her shoulder at Steve. She wriggled her
rear a couple of times. Steve still stood still, staring me down.
"Steve, I'm ready!" She ran over to the dresser and grabbed something.
She was back and putting something on her rear. K.Y. Jelly, I finally
figured. "Please, Steve?! I *need* it, now! Please?"

"I'm married now. Fuck it yourself." I jumped when he talked. He hadn't
moved and was still staring at me.

"I'll, ..., I'll lick your wife's cunt! Please! She likes that, doesn't
she? Just like your girlfriends liked us sluts to lick them? Please?"
She had gone to the dresser again and had opened the drawer. She pulled
out a dildo! I had never seen*that* before! "I'll please her! Please
let me have the chance! *Please* fuck my ass! I need it so bad! What is
it, Steve? I'll be good, I promise! Does she only let you play with
boys?" She was laying on the bed on her side, and had started sliding
the dildo into her rear! She was working it in and out. "Doesn't she
let you use girl-sluts? Take David's ass! Please? I'll get him to take
it."

"Hey, Diana!" I yelped. But Steve had moved, and in a split second, he
had grabbed my head and put something in my mouth! Some sort of gag!
Diana was still talking, nonstop. In seconds, it was secure around my
head. I pulled on the guy's arms, but it was as if I wasn't there! He
turned me over, and I felt my hands locked together! My pajamas were
ripped off and I was face down on the edge of the bed! Diana leaned
over and gave him the K.Y. Jelly. She was still talking: "I'll be one
of her girl-sluts. Please, Steve?" I felt the guy's finger pushing into
my rear. I couldn't believe this! I was powerless to stop things!

The finger worked in and out, and then there was more. Two fingers!
Diana was still talking non-stop and working the dildo in and out of
her ass. She just kept begging and begging.

Then I felt him push his cock against my rear hole! I couldn't believe
this was happening! He slapped my ass-cheek, hard a couple of times. He
pressed again, and slapped it again, even harder. It stung like hell. I
let him in. In a second, he was up to the hilt.

"Please take us with you! He can suck your cock! He'll learn to beg for
it! Please, Steve?" He was fucking me with long strokes. There was
nothing I could do but lay there and take it. Diana never stopped
begging and working the dildo into her ass. Finally, I felt him coming.
Soon he was pulling out. Diana was still going to town and begging
away. I could see that Steve was leaving. "*Please* take me with you!
*Please* don't leave me again! Your slut loves you! Your slut will suck
your cock! Your slut will lick your wife's sweet cunt! I'll make her
happy! *Please*, Steve!?" He just walked out without saying a word. I
was in so much shock, I didn't even go to check how he got in and out.
I just lay there with the light still on, staring at the ceiling. Diana
had turned over on her stomach with her head in her arms and with the
dildo still sticking in her rear. She was crying out loud, and once in
a while she would say "Please don't leave me again!"

I must have drifted off. Diana awakened me and it was daylight. The
bedside light was still on.

"Honey!" she sounded like she was in a hurry. I was suddenly alert.
"Please take me!" She was still naked, half sitting next to me. I
stared at her, not knowing what to do. "Please! Take me now!" Diana
didn't usually suggest it with such urgency. I was disgusted with her,
but I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on!

We did it like gangbusters. She ended up sitting on top of me, bouncing
up and down, impaling herself with my cock. Yelling "Yes! Yes! Take
me!" Never had we done it like that. I wasn't responsible for my
actions!

After that, we were a little reserved with each other, but actually,
our sex life was better than before! Gradually we settled back into our
old routines, which were pleasant enough. One night, several months
later, though, we came home drunk and Diana surprised me. In the
bedroom she got naked, and then shyly asked me if I'd tie her hands
while we made love. *Never* had we even *talked about* such a thing!
But I obliged (she wanted them tied behind her) and then she asked to
be blindfolded, and then she wanted me to take her ass over the edge of
the bed! She was literally begging me, by this time. I obliged her and
soon I noticed she was talking to Steve! "Yes! Yes! Steve, fuck it
good! I want it so badly! Please, Steve, I'll be your slut-slave
forever! I'll lick your wife! Does she like to whip sluts? Let her whip
me, please! I'll be her naked slave. Please take me with you! You can
have him too! I'll get him to suck your cock! He'll suck it all day,
I'll teach him! He'll love it, the whimp! You'll never regret it! I'll
lick your other slut-slaves if you want. Keep me naked and whip me when
you want. Please! Please take me with you! Please take him! Don't leave
me!..."

I just fucked her ass harder and harder. She never stopped the talking.
When I finally came, she was saying "Please, oh yes, I need your cum!
Thankyou! I need it so bad! Whip me! Whip me hard, but keep me! Oh,
yes, oh yes." She finally slowed down, saying "yes and "please"
repeatedly. I carefully untied her hands and lifted her legs into bed.
I turned out the lights, then got in bed with her and took off her
blindfold. She was curled in a fetal position. I curled around her.

"Hold me, Honey" she said. There was a different kind of desperation in
her voice. She was shivering. In the morning, we made love.


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