Pre-Nuptials

Many thanks to Linda62953 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.



From the clothing they wore, to their favorite foods, to the music they loved, Holly, Felicia and Jasmine had wildly different tastes, so when they talked about sex, they correctly guessed that what excited them would vary just as widely. What surprised them was that each of them disliked exactly the same two things.

The three were friends since college, and all had decided to stay in town after graduation. Since each of their families was more than a hundred miles away, it was natural that they formed a close-knit support group that was like a family in some ways. They didn't see each other every day, but unless something important interfered, they were all together every Friday at 6 p.m. for family dinner, as they called it.

Will, Barry and Peter knew that they needed to schedule something without them at that time, and sometimes they also got together for a boys night out on Friday night. The three men were almost forced to become friends, and though they came from different backgrounds, they had enough in common that it wasn't hard.

At Friday's family dinner, Jasmine, Holly and Felicia examined each other's lives in fine detail. It was part confessional, part group therapy and part mentoring, but mostly, it was three women who knew that no matter what they told their friends, they could count on good advice and support. There were no secrets.

The topic of marriage was disposed of quickly. All three felt certain that their boyfriends would pop the question within the next year, but they also helped each other formulate backup plans, which involved ultimatums and moving on, something they knew they could handle, because they had such strong support.

Sex was more a subject of amusement. All three regaled the others with intimate and even embarrassing details of everything they tried. Everyone benefited from the girls comparing notes, especially the boys, who received some exciting surprises as a result of the women's discussions about everything that happened in bed.

After one heavy Friday discussion of the strange things that turned each other and their boyfriends on, they all agreed that if they could find a way to blindfold their boyfriends, each could imitate the others well enough that the boyfriend would never know the difference. Not that they'd ever do anything like that.

On another Friday night, Jasmine complained that she was angry with Peter because he had come in her mouth again when she was doing oral. When she scolded him and reminded him of the many times she had told him how much that turned her off, he again gave the excuse that he couldn't help himself.

"That's bullshit!" exclaimed Holly. "Will tells me the same thing."

"Barry's the same," said Felicia, "and he knows how much I hate it."

That turned the conversation to something that had never come up before; they all knew what each one liked when it came to sex. But, what did they hate?

They quickly found out that each one had different turn-offs but there were two things all of them absolutely despised: their boyfriends coming in their mouths and anal sex.

They found out that each of them had agreed to anal sex once, and despite promises and precautions, the episodes had started as extremely uncomfortable and ended as horribly painful. On top of that, each of them felt degraded throughout the experience.

They talked about whether they felt humiliated because they were treated like objects during anal sex, but they decided that wasn't the problem. They often enjoyed being used as objects, and sometimes they used their boyfriends as objects, too. When that happened, the boyfriend was either neutral or actively getting pleasure out of being used.

However, when they were doing anal, their boyfriends realized how distasteful and agonizing it was for them, yet they just kept right on going as if the girls were robots. That made them the humiliation worse than the discomfort, and they never allowed the boys into their asses a second time.

Even though they weren't doing anal with their boyfriends, it came up as one of the top two turn-offs because the boys never stopped asking for another chance to show them how it really wasn't all that bad. Why they would fall for the same argument as the first time never came into the boys' minds. The girls agreed that the guys just wanted it so badly that they would say anything to get it.

As for coming into their mouths, they decided that the boys were just selfish. They knew how much their girlfriends hated it, and there was no reason why they couldn't pull out in time. But they were so into the pleasure they were getting that their lovers were forgotten. Again, it made the girls feel used and humiliated.

"I probably would let Will do it occasionally," said Holly, "like for a birthday or anniversary once we're married, because I know he loves it so much. I would endure it as a special present for him. But since he has his accidents all the time, it doesn't mean anything to him that I have to run to the bathroom each time to wash out my mouth before I throw up."

They had pretty much exhausted the subject by the time they needed to go home, and unlike most Friday nights, the end of this family dinner found all of them frowning instead of smiling.

"Hey, girls," said Felicia. "I'm not happy with feeling mopey right now, so I just thought of something that is already changing my mood. Between the three of us, we've solved every challenge that any of us ever had, whether at work or in our personal lives. These two things are just another challenge, and I'm planning to spend some time this week thinking of ideas to solve the problem. How about you? I bet if we put our heads together, we can come up with something next Friday that will work for all of us. What do you say?"

"What a great idea!" said Holly.

"Yes," said Jasmine. "Something already popped into my mind. Too bad it's illegal. However, I'll come up with some better ideas by next Friday. I promise."

"Don't censor yourselves," said Felicia. "I want to hear every single idea, no matter how far out. Just hearing them is going to make me feel better."

The following week, each friend could tell the others were just bursting inside as they sat down for family dinner. The ideas came pouring out of them, some of them so sadistic that there were gasps mixed into the laughter that went on all night. By the time dessert was on the table, they had gone through all the outrageous suggestions, crossed them off, and were getting more subdued as they realized that they were getting close to something they might actually be able to do.

"Before we decide, I want to say something that I'm sure each of us is thinking," said Holly. "Do we agree that we love our boyfriends and that in the next 12 months, they will probably become our fiancés, and after that we'll be getting married and raising a family together? Do we agree that we want to shock them a little so they understand exactly why we hate these two things, but that we don't want to diminish them in any other way?

"Because what we're about to do is mean, and while it's fun to laugh about it and enjoy planning it and doing it, the only justification is that we're doing it for a good reason that will end up making both the boys and us happier. I'm just worried that if we don't remind ourselves and the boys of that, we could be fooling ourselves and doing something that will damage our relationships instead of making them better."

"I was thinking about that, too," said Felicia, "but as usual, Holly, you've expressed it much better than I could. How can we let the boys know that we love them despite what we're going to do to them?"

"The only thing I thought of was what we would do afterward," said Jasmine. "Each of them will probably respond differently. They could be loud and angry or silent and sulking. I'm not worried about any of them being violent.

"Each of us needs to think about her man and respond to him to find a way to work through it. We need to show them that we had to do this now to get rid of the baggage that might in any way interfere with us spending the rest of our lives loving and caring for them. We need to be ourselves and let them feel the truth of our feelings, whether in words or body language. That way, I think we can all come through this all right.

"But let's admit it, there's a risk involved. We're going to find out more about what our boyfriends are made of than ever before. It's not going to be pretty. But I guess I'm confident enough about Peter that I'm ready to go for it."

"And I feel the same way about Will," said Holly.

"And I'm sure Barry will eventually be all right, although he'll probably take the longest," said Felicia. "So we have our plan, but we've forgotten one thing. Right at the beginning, we need to do some things they won't agree to. I, for one, don't want to drug them or bring anyone else into this who will use brute force. So how will we handle that?"

"I was thinking about that," said Jasmine, "and here's my idea. What's the one thing that makes them more nervous and skittish than anything else?"

"I don't know," said Holly.

"Well, for Peter, it's discussing marriage," said Jasmine. "Whenever I tell him I need to talk to him about anything involving marriage, he's already fortified almost to oblivion by the appointed time. He's not quite ready to grow up yet, so I'm bringing him along slowly."

"You're right," said Holly, "Will is the same way."

"And so is Barry," said Felicia.

"So we'll tell them, honestly, that we're going to all get together to share some of our thoughts about marriage next Saturday at my house," said Jasmine, "because I have that thick pile carpeting in my living room that you sink into like beach sand. It will be perfect.

"Each of you will tell me the strongest drink that your boyfriend likes, and I'll have plenty of that available. We'll even tell them that we know they are nervous and so we've brought some liquid courage for them. Then we'll warn them not to have more than one or two drinks or they're going to be in trouble.

"Once the discussion starts, I give Peter 30 minutes at most before he's totally wrecked. When all three are out of it, we can get to work on the preparations. By the time we're done, they'll be sober enough to understand what's going on. If for some reason, I'm wrong, and they are acting mature and serious and not getting drunk, we'll abort the whole thing."

"I don't think there's any danger of that," said Holly, and they all laughed.

"OK, enough of the serious stuff. The date is three weeks from tomorrow. That should be more than enough time to collect everything we need to collect. Here are the 20-ounce plastic cups with the wide mouths that I saw at Target. Be sure to hide them in the freezer.

"I'm sure Will is going to wonder why I'm in heat the next three weeks and why I have to rush to the bathroom right after we finish, even when he doesn't come in my mouth. But if I know him, he won't say a word that might spoil his good thing. I wonder what he'll say about the measuring tape. All I'm going to tell him is that I need to know how wide he is when he's fully aroused, and he can guess why.

"I'm going to tell Peter we were comparing sizes, and when he asks how he stacks up, I'll tell him to ask his friends," said Jasmine.

"I'm going to tell Barry that if he wants to get into my ass again, he'll have to shave off an eighth of an inch all around his penis," said Felicia. "That should quiet him down for a while. This is the scariest thing we've ever done, I think. And I'm really excited."

"I think we all are," said Holly, "but let's try to control ourselves for the next few weeks."

By the time they girls discussed maturity and responsibility, the three men were into their second tall drink. When they got to commitment and setting a date, their eyes had glazed over. And a minute into family planning, two of the heads were on their bellies and the third one was flat on the couch.

The women worked quickly to remove all their clothes. While Felicia and Holly dragged them to the bathroom and did the dirty work there, Jasmine spread out a large painter's plastic drop cloth over the entire living room rug and prepared the equipment.

Once the men were cleaned out, they were dragged back to the living room and laid face down on the plastic sheet next to each other a few feet from the couch and facing away from it. Their arms were pulled straight out in front of them, and soft plastic cuffs were attached to each of their wrists. A strong rope was run through loops on each cuff and then tied to some heavy furniture that had been pushed to the side. The men could move their arms from side to side in front of them, but not back and forth. They only way they could move their naked bodies was to slide toward or away from each other.

Then the women lifted each man in turn and fastened padded restraints around their thighs above the knees. Long straps were attached to these, pulled under their stomachs, and connected to the same rope their wrists were attached to. By pulling on the straps, the women forced the knees forward so that the men's asses were lifted into the air.

When the women were done, the men couldn't move much. They could keep their heads down on the plastic sheet with their buttocks raised high, which was their position now, or they could lift their heads and chest up just high enough to be on all fours, but no higher.

As the final connections were being made, the men started coming around and complaining. The women had bought a batch of helium balloons and emptied one into each man's mouth. They laughed as they saw the men's startled looks when their complaints came out in high-pitched funny voices.

"I think we're ready," said Felicia when all three men seemed to be somewhat alert. "Peter, Will and Barry, please pay attention for a few minutes and stop your funny talking. I've been selected to explain what's going on.

"We told you there would be consequences if you drank too much, but you ignored us. To be honest, we knew you would, and this is not about drinking. It is about marriage, in a way.

"First, let's quickly finish our marriage discussion from before. The bottom line is all three of us decided that today would start the countdown. That means that you have exactly one year to pop the question. We decided that's long enough for you to realize that we're the best things that ever happened to you -- like you've been telling us -- and that we love you truly and deeply and want to raise your children. If you can't figure that out in a year, it means you're not as smart as we give you credit for. Therefore, we're not bringing that subject up again. Either you bring it up within the next 12 months, or it's not happening -- at least not with you.

"But before we agree to be your wives, we have to work out a couple of problems involving sex. We want to have a happy, fulfilling sex life, and these problems could get in the way. Holly, Jasmine and I discovered we all have exactly the same two problems, so we figured out a joint solution, which is what tonight is all about.

"We want to assure you that what happens at Jasmine's house will stay at Jasmine's house, even though we're making a video of the evening. The three of us will put together the video from footage being shot by cameras placed around this room and we'll all watch it once. After that, we'll put it away unless we need to show it to you as a reminder.

"We also want to tell you that while we may enjoy tonight's festivities on some level, we're really doing this because we love you and we want to enjoy better sex with you. We're also willing to listen if you have some criticisms and suggestions about what irritates you about our sexual activities, although frankly, we doubt you have any, because, unlike the three of you, we get great satisfaction from giving you nearly everything you want and not doing anything you don't like.

"So we love you to death -- understood. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you -- understood. There are a couple of things complicating those plans -- understood. But we hope to correct them tonight -- understood.

"So what's bothering us? Surprise. The same two things we've all gone over many times. You enjoy coming in our mouths, and we hate it, and you give us the lame excuse that you can't help it. Then there's the anal pressure. We all gave in and tried it, and we hated it. However, you can't leave it alone, and each time you bring it up, all it does is bring back bad memories and make us think you're selfish jerks. See how the two things have a lot in common?

"So tonight is the cure for these two problems. We're going to start off with the anal. We want you to experience for yourself what a woman goes through.

"Our first idea was to find some stud to make love to your ass, but we wanted tonight to be about just the men and the women who love them, and we didn't want to introduce any gay themes. Do you remember when we measured you at full mast a few weeks ago? Now you know why.

"Our second idea was to average the width of your fully aroused penises and buy an appropriate dildo. Of course, your bodies are larger than ours, so the dildo was going to be larger than your penises to make it fair. We were reluctant to buy a mechanical gadget, but then Jasmine came up with a better idea, which I'll tell you about in a minute.

"But first, we're going to take some precautions. You are probably feeling a little funny inside right now because while you were out, we gave each of you two big enemas. You should be as clean inside as you are outside. The reason it's so bright in here is we've set up some extra lights for the video. We didn't want to see anything nasty coming out into the light.

"Barry, I'm starting with you. First, I'm going to squirt some of this clear lube onto my fingers, and now I'm sticking two of them inside you. I like the way you're squirming already. There, you're greased up inside, but we are going to put even more lube into you, so there's no chance of you getting seriously hurt.

"Hand over that tube please, Jasmine. Now I'm slowly pushing this tube into you as deep as I can. You've got a lot of depth in there. OK, I'm turning the spigot. You are now filling up with another enema, but this is a lubricant enema. You are going to be so full of lube that it will look like you're pregnant. There, that didn't take long. Do you feel how big your stomach is? Even though you're on your hands and knees, it looks like it's almost touching the floor.

"OK, Jasmine and Holly, you saw what I did. Now it's Peter and Will's turns."

The women first emptied some more balloons into the men's mouths. The men began squawking in their funny voices and moved rapidly from side to side along the rope trying to avoid their girlfriends, but it wasn't long before each of them was filled up with lubricant.

"I was starting to tell you about Jasmine's idea before," said Felicia when they were finished. "She said she was looking at Holly and feeling jealous because Holly was 75 per cent Chinese and looked so beautiful and tiny and hot all at the same time. Then she took one of our cloth tape measures and asked Holly to make a fist. Would you believe that Holly's fist was only a half-inch more around than the dildo we were thinking about buying?

"At first, she was reluctant, but she finally agreed that this would be much better than any equipment. So, Holly is going to help Jasmine and me with Peter and Barry, as well as take care of Will.

"OK, Holly, you can start with Barry now. Barry, you probably don't even feel her tiny index finger going into you now. Oh, you moved a little, so I guess you did. Now move it in and out a few times, Holly. Barry and Will, you might want to watch if you want to see what will be happening to you next, but you don't have to.