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Subject: {ASSM} "Try"  by  deirdre  (FF, anal)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Try 
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. 

*****

Here is a list of the 123 stories that I've posted, 85 posted back in
Spring 1994 and 38 posted since September 1994. When I finished posting
the first series I promised to stop but as you can see, I've broken
that promise 38 times so far.

I want to thank everyone who has e-mailed me or posted feedback and I
want to apologize for not responding to any e-mail you might have sent
me. The truth is I don't read the e-mail sent to my anonymous id: the
mail is discarded before it reaches me, a measure to avoid storing
anything suggesting that I'm 'deirdre' on hard disk. I'd dearly love to
read the mail but I'm such a chicken about being found out that I take
great pains to avoid that possibility. Therefore I am always very
grateful for feedback posted to alt.sex.stories.d. I'm certain that all
the other authors are also grateful for the feedback they are offered;
to any author waiting for proof that someone has read their stories, I
can tell you that even if you hear nothing, people are reading them. If
you are desperate for feedback, post just the first part of a story and
take your time posting "part two".

I have not been uploading the stories to The Louvre (I looked into it,
but I'm not convinced it can be done through an anonymous ID) or any
other archive, though I appreciate any archives that take the trouble
to grab some or all of them off the newsgroups. And the efforts of
anyone who has saved them and is willing to put them in archives. I
suggest archive names of the form deirdre-Storyname.

And in case you have wondered about my stories' silly names and their
meanings, I'll reveal the truth: they are just filenames. I discovered
that if I give the stories one-word names, then listing the files gives
me a list of the stories by name. Usually when I start a story, I play
a brief game of "Free Association" and use the first word that comes to
mind. Sometimes the resulting name makes sense.

I doubt I'll ever repost the entire list of stories or even anything
close to it, but any collector who is trying to get them all can let me
know by posting to alt.sex.stories.d and I'll do what I can. Or maybe
other people could repost some of them: I much appreciate the efforts
of anyone who takes the trouble to repost my stories. 
-- deirdre

[list available by request of the reposters]

And now for our story. This one is about a shy woman who has a secret
desire for anal sex. -- 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

Try 
by deirdre, 2/28/95

Judy stopped talking and sat there with a speculative look in her eye.
We were drinking tea in her kitchen. It made me nervous when she looked
at me like that.

"You seemed to... react to that," she finally said. She sees things.
She'd been telling me about her love life, getting quite detailed, and
I must have given away my curiosity. I felt so embarrassed--it was
almost like she could see right into my mind, and that was one thing I
*didn't* want her to do! "Are you *interested* in that?"

"No!" She'd been talking about anal sex! Her and her husband! She can
talk about anything--some people are like that. But the worst part
about it is that I was lying. I don't know what it is with me, but I've
always been intrigued... or even *attracted* to the idea. No, I've
never done it--I'd never bring it up, and I don't think I'd even be
able to admit my curiosity if someone asked me.

"Just as I thought!" she replied. She didn't believe my answer for a
second. I could see that. Still, I tried to keep up the pretense. She
continued: "You're not going to admit it, are you? Don't you know you
have a face that reveals every one of your thoughts?"

"Judy! Be quiet!" I'm afraid I was whining.

"So you're intereted in anal sex! Ever done it?"

"Judy!"

"Obviously not. Imagine that: the shy girl with the secret fantasy! And
you don't have anyone to do it with now, either." She paused, but I
didn't answer. Actually, I was speechless. Finally she went on: "Did
you ask any of those boyfriends?"

"Judy, I'd really rather not talk about this."

"Now *there's* something I didn't know!" She has a way of being
sarcastic. "Of course you didn't. And you won't ask your next one
either, will you?"

"Please! Can't we talk about something else?"

"Listen--I've got the thing for you," she said and jumped up. I sat
there, wondering how I got myself into this situation. She was back in
a minute, holding a little brown bag, which she handed to me. I peeked
inside. There was a dildo!

"Judy, I don't want this!"

"You *need* it. No boyfriend. And you can try out your fantasy in the
privacy of your own home." She smiled brightly.

I pushed the bag away. "I'm not taking it," I insisted. I was wrong.
When I was leaving, there was no stopping Judy and ended up with the
bag stuffed in my purse.

So next time I'm over, what's the first thing she says? "Well, how do
you like it?"

"What?"

"The dildo! Your rear!"

"Judy, I'm not going to do anything like that! I should have brought it
back but I forgot about it."

"No, you keep it for a while. Give yourself time to get up the nerve."

"Judy, you have a dirty mind."

She giggled. "I know!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "Listen, I know
what you need!" She was gone again. I shuddered to think what she'd
return with this time! It was a magazine. A small one and she put it in
my purse herself. "Reading material," she explained.

"What is it?"

"You'll see," she said with a leer.

And I did. When I got home, I did look at it. It was erotic letters and
little erotic stories and it did have a whole section on anal sex! The
letters were actually kind of dumb, a lot of them, but I did read *all*
the ones on anal sex. And I couldn't help myself: it was amazing to
find those descriptions printed right in a magazine anyone could go out
and buy!

"Well, how did you like the magazine?" Her first words when we met
again. She was definitely tenacious.

"It was OK."

"Ha! You *did* read it! I *knew* you would! How was the dildo?"

"Judy!"

"Well, the magazine is a start. I know you liked it or you wouldn't
have admitted to *OK*. Listen, have you seen any movies?"

"Movies?"

"X-rated movies! With anal sex! Oh, I can tell you haven't. Well there
are plenty that show it. Some even specialize in it. Kevin *loves*
them."

"No, I can't say that I have."

"You should rent one!"

"I couldn't rent an X-rated movie!"

"Of course you could! Sure, it's mostly guys in the X-rated section,
but women do get them. You could pretend you're getting it for your
boyfriend."

"Oh, right!"

"I mean it! Listen, you've *got* to see one. You really *won't* believe
what you're seeing! Just go in next time you're there and check them
out."

And believe it or not, I did! There was hardly anyone in the video
store and after I picked out a recent comedy, I slipped into the back
room.

There they were. Sleazy boxes, sexy boxes, silly boxes. I looked at a
few and couldn't believe what I saw. But I didn't know which movie
would have anal sex in it. Then I discovered the "A" section of the
rack--tons of movies: Anal this and Anal that. But there was *no way* I
was going to bring one of *those* up to the counter! I didn't want to
stay in there long, so I slipped back out.

"You did?" Judy had gotten me to admit going in there. "You didn't rent
anything, did you? You would have told me."

"They were all so..."

"Yes?"

"Well, the ones about anal sex just had those titles."

"Some of the others have anal sex too."

"But which ones?"

"Ah ha! I see your problem! Listen: when Kevin and I rent one, I'll
loan it to you."

"But... you wouldn't tell Kevin, would you?"

She laughed! "Oh, Kevin and I don't have secrets!" she said, laughing
all the while. I wanted to just die! I'd just seen them both the night
before, and now I knew he knew... I was so shocked I almost walked out
on Judy right then. "Oh, I'm sorry," she finally said, no longer
laughing, "Listen: didn't you ever share things? You will, when you
finally get hooked up with the right guy. But stop worrying: Kevin and
I're real good about keeping each other's secrets." But it was Kevin
himself I was embarrassed about--not some friends he might tell. "So,
have you tried the dildo?"

I thought I was going to escape *that* question this time. "*No I
haven't*!"

"Listen, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said. She can
be so patronizing.

The next night, she's at the door of my apartment. With Kevin! She
waltzes right in holding a videotape and a bottle of wine! "Look what
we brought you!" I stared at them. I'm sure my eyes were like saucers.
I found the video tape in my hands--she had pushed it there. I looked
at it: *Anal Angels III*. I'm lucky I didn't drop it on the floor when
I read that.

I looked back at them, both smiling away. "We'll watch it together,"
Judy was saying. Kevin walked on into the living room, grabbing the
tape out of my hand and I was relieved at having just a second alone
with Judy.

"No!" I whispered fiercely.

"Oh, you know you want to see it," she said, not lowering her voice a
bit. "You know you'll *love* it." I wanted to push the point, but she
walked past me into the living room and I was stuck with both of them.
Kevin was putting the tape in the VCR. "Well, have you done it?" asked
Judy. Right in front of Kevin!

"Where's your corkscrew?" Kevin asked.

"You haven't!" she went on. She didn't bother waiting for me to answer.
"Listen," she added, and came over and grabbed my wrist, "go do it
now."

"What!?" I responded as she pulled on me toward my bedroom!

"Now!" she repeated. We were in the bedroom. "Where is it?" She was
looking around. I thought she might start opening drawers.

"Judy!" It was a whisper since I couldn't find my voice.

She looked back at me: "I *mean* it! Where is it?" I retrieved the
brown bag from a drawer in my dresser. She pulled the dildo out and
looked at it. "Do you have KY Jelly? Of course not." She was out of the
room. And back in again, pressing a tube in my hands. "We'll leave the
door open so we can hear you," she said, and left!

I stood there. They started the VCR. I heard announcements and music. I
wondered what the tape was showing. Then she was back in. "You're not
doing anything, are you? Get your pants off."

"Judy, what's gotten into you?"

"Come on, do it! *You* are the one who wants to know what this is like!
Come on, I haven't got all day! Get them off!" I stood there looking at
her. She can be so determined. I started pulling them off. "Good," she
said with a little smile. She watched, waiting until I'd pulled them
all the way off. "The underpants," she added. I just knew Kevin could
hear what she was saying! "OK, get going," she said and left the room.

I heard a giggle, but it didn't seem like they were giggling at me--I
pictured them snuggling and kissing or something. I just sat there on
the edge of the bed. Then Judy was in the room again. "You're not going
to do it, are you?" she said.

"Judy, please don't do this!" I think I was whining.

She laughed. "Lie on the bed. Come on, do it." Once again, she waited
me out. "OK, turn over." I turned over, laying on my stomach. She got
on the bed, straddling my legs! I felt her fingers on my rear hole,
putting KY Jelly there. Then I felt it. She was pressing it against me.

"Here it is! Your fondest dream!" she said. I felt it pressing. "Relax!
You know you have to." This was the last position I ever imagined
myself in. I felt it pressing harder. "Relax. Make yourself take it." I
felt it start slipping in! It was so huge! My hands were flat on the
bed and I was looking off the right side of the bed toward the wall.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she said. It was in me! So far!
"You *wanted me* to do it, didn't you?" I turned my head the other way.
I could see the door now. Kevin was standing there, watching. 


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