Message-ID: <13690eli$9808050215@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Celeste's Lost Files - Terri's Dilemma 2 rev {The Observer} (MF,rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36c14e0e.35c54bc8@aol.com> TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse) Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have others will do the same. My reposting will include: Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest? Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more? Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2? Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin} Hands On {Deidre Ng} Meeting Shirley {The Observer} Open Big {Thomas A Long} Silent Intruder {Annette} Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng} Terri's Dilemma {The Observer} Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author} These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it, the text includes original headers and footers. Still missing, as far as I'm concerned: "Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony "Under the Table" by DOLFAN353 "Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf "'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea "So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love) "Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan Best, Titmouse [in:teridlm2.txt] alt.sex.stories/dl/sl960620.t >From observer@onramp.net Thu Jun 20 18:51:42 PDT 1996 Article: 98577 of alt.sex.stories Path: news.callamer.com!news.west.net!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news2.cais.net! news.cais.net!nntp.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!news- stk-3.sprintlink.net!news.onramp.net!usenet From: observer@onramp.net (observer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost - Terri's Dilemma [Revised][2/3] M/F Rom CR#5 April 1996 Date: 20 Jun 1996 02:24:01 GMT Organization: Nada Lines: 604 Message-ID: <4qaco1$n1p@news.onramp.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: legroom136.onramp.net X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (beta 2) Author s Notes: This story was originally posted in April, 1996. I started writing in January 1996, and this is the first one I posted on the Usenet. This story is also the first one to get my new file format treatment. See the remarks at the end of the story for more details. I respond to all E-Mail, eventually. If any segment is missing from your server, let me know. Request the individual missing part, or file TERR_P.TXT (exceeds 64K) for the complete story in one text file, or TERR1F.WPD for the Word Perfect version. The Word Perfect version is paginated This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults, and may contain words which depict acts of human sexuality. If you are a minor as defined by your local political jurisdiction, a postal inspector, or an asshole looking for trouble, please delete this file before reading, and go away. In other words, void where prohibited by law. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance herein to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended.. ***** ***Terri's Dilemma, by Observer*** (c)1996, all rights reserved - Edited by Chris Part two of three parts. ***** Terri turned up the heat. My obvious concern for her protection found a chord within her. Her thighs were squeezing my hand between her legs, and she was rolling her breasts against my chest as she pulled me to her with arms around my back. My free arm was around her waist, thrusting inside her dress, unzipped by one of us. With an effort of will, we pushed apart, helping each other to undress, mine first, then hers. I pushed her panties to her feet then picked her up in a fireman's carry over my shoulder, and headed to the bedroom, Terri laughing and kicking her legs. Flick. One of my thighs was between her legs as she hunched against me, a solid nipple between my lips as I gently squeezed her other breast. My cock was riding against her left leg slicking it with my flowing lubrication. Flick. My tongue was in her belly button, hands cupped around her full ass, pulling her loins up against my chest to trail wet juices across my body. Her hands in my hair, then pushing me down toward her need, gasping. Her uncovered bud visibly quivering in front of my eyes as I dove into her sex, faint musk smell filling my nose, driving into my hindbrain. I licked her engorged labia, swollen with her desire, her hole parting before my tongue as I thrust into her to release more moisture. Flick. My tongue and lips were dancing on her clitoris as her thighs pressed against my head, her hands in my hair, then a long "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," from her laboring lungs as she reached the first peak in what was to be a long night of pleasure. Then an Eeek, of delighted surprise as I licked and pushed against her puckered anus with my tongue. Flick. Riding me, her labia alone held the underside of my turgid manhood, sliding while she held me down and moved upon me, my hands tattooing a gentle beat on her buttocks. I inhaled her body with my eyes, eating her soul. Flick. Her hand clasped my cock as she imprinted my sex into her mind, licking the seeping precum from the tip for taste, then a quick suck, teeth betraying her lack of experience. Her eyes pleading wordlessly, demanding. . . . Flick Knees up seeking her shoulders as I mounted her, glans penis finding her entrance as if it were born there. Thrusting all resistance aside, I entered her body hot tunnel, which was gently revolving as her hips told the story of what she wanted from me. "All of it," she breathed against my lips. Flick I pushed slowly into her tightness, no obstacle meeting my penetration, except she was little used and I had to force my meat into her with strong pushes. She bucked up against me, working to take me, hair spread in a halo around her head. Flick "Ohhhhh, it hurts," as an expression of pain momentarily distorted her face. Without remorse, I pressed on, with primeval need to make her mine, conquer and merge. Flick. First a quarter, then half of my cock entered her clasping vagina, as our lips and tongues played music and her arms held me against her body, breasts swollen, nipples rubbing against my chest. We became almost as one as the head of my manhood dug hard into the back of her vagina, a scant inch still left outside to somehow find room within her. Flick Her legs shifted downward and wrapped around me, as her pelvis arched up to take the rest of meand succeeding. Our pubic hairs intertwined then pressed tightly together as my hardness speared completely within her. My balls came to a rest against her buttocks, and I could feel the the wetness of her fluids draining down onto the bed below us. Flick. Guttural noises coming from my throat, and long "Aaaaahhhhss" from Terri as I moved in and out of her loins in a waltz of love and lust. Prodding, pushing, thrusting, rotating, squeezing, my sex and her sex became our sex as we strove toward completion. My flashes of comprehension slowed and became continuous as the sharp signals of impending orgasm worked their way from my crotch into my forebrain. I raised up a little to gain more leverage - to see her eyes tightly closed, her attention focused on feelings generated by our merged sex. It seemed we had been making love for hours. Her tunnel was a sea of oil and tightness as nerve endings never known before sang to my heart and mind. The bottom of her tunnel had opened before me, and now I was just gently coming to rest on each complete stroke within, feeling the hard nub of her womb entrance attending my intrusion. Her senses knew I was reaching the peak, and she strove to follow me. Muscles pulling, arms tight, legs locked, her head went back with an effort to reach the summit of desire with me. As my shaft hardened on the last full thrust, holding at full depth, her tunnel clamped around me. With a final heave of her loins, her pussy sucked up on the underside of my cock, pulling, as everything within me was impelled up my tube and into her secret depths to find welcome. We were rigid against each other as one spurt, then another, fired into her belly, swelling the end of her womanhood. Forced into her womb, drenching her depths, my seminal reservoirs emptied into her contracting and clasping womanhood. As I started down from my orgasm the thought that I might be making her pregnant, seeding her, making her belly swell with my life's seed, sent a final, delayed, hot stream of searching, racing semen into her. Her eyes flew open and our eyes locked as I am sure we both realized we could be creating Life. We kissed each other's face and lips and looked in each other's smiling eyes as we came down from the heights, our organs shrinking together, maintaining a seal, keeping my seed within her. Her legs came down beside mine, but her arms never left me as I rested on her body, letting her feel my weight, our loins still joined together. A chill shivered my cooling body and I raised up to again look into her eyes. Her eyes opened again and gazed into mine. Then she smiled. The smile and look of a well-fucked, well-loved woman. I now had a label for Terri, and it grew within me. I had found a woman where I thought there was just a girl, and I had found something else that I would need to think about later. Rolling away from her, I lay back exhausted to find that she had rolled with me, curling around on the bed like a cat to lap at my flaccid cock, tasting our mingled juices. Making a face, she looked at me wordlessly. "Towel, bathroom," was all I could manage. Terri got up from the bed a little stiff legged, and started toward the bathroom. Then she stopped with startled eyes as her hand came down to intercept the rivers of my seed flowing down the inside of her thigh. She cupped what I felt certain to be a very tender and sore pussy, looking at me with a grin. "God, it's so much. I didn't know you had it in you." "I had it in me, and gave it to you," I said smugly. "Thank you sir, . . . I think I'd better go clean up." "Bring back two wet towels and I'll clean you, please." She waddled spread-legged into the bathroom, and after running water sounds for a brief minute, she emerged holding two wet towels. "First you," she said. Laying down sideways on the bed, she cleaned my crotch, my balls, the inside of my thighs, even digging down to find my asshole, making sure our sweat and combined fluids were thoroughly removed. Then she lay back so I could minister to her. Cautiously I cleaned first her thighs, then her belly, then slowly, her loins. small dollop of my seed was oozing from her still slightly open hole, trickling down the crease of her behind with a rush as it exited. Where before her pussy was like a closed flower, now it showed every evidence of our recent activities. She winced as I touched raw spots while going about my self-appointed task. My pride of conquest swelled as I looked at her well-used pussy. I folded the towel into a pad and held it against her, indicating that she should clasp it with her legs to catch whatever would come out. And then relaxed on my back, as she curled against me. We lay against each other with unspoken contentment. Her head rested on my shoulder and one of her legs was across mine, body pressed against me in the age-old posture. Her hair tickled my face as she raised her head from time to time to kiss my chest, or a "Sweet spot," as she called it. Then as a chill overcame us both, she raised up and pulled the covers over us and resumed her position. Except now she wanted to talk. Terri said pensively. "I'm sore." Now *that* was a conversation I could truly enjoy. So I said with phony concern, "Iiiii'mmmmmm soooorry." "No, you're not, I know you men." As she pinched me. "You are absolutely right. . . . I hope I stretched you out so no other man could feel the same. . . . I made you mine, you know." "I'm stretched out, for sure," dodging that bullet. Then with a giggle, "Gored out, if that makes you happy." Now serious, I asked, "Are you happy?" "Emphatically, yes." "Even gored out?" I tried to get playful. "Especially gored out." "I couldn't pull out." "I know. . . . That may worry me tomorrow. . . . Tonight I'm too tired," she said with a sigh as she shifted around to get more comfortable. Then she said, "Bastard," in a hard voice as she pinched me. I swatted her on the behind, and said defensively, "Hey, you sucked it out of me, cleaned me out, drained my tubes for a month. I couldn't have pulled out of you when I came if a gun had been pointing at me." "Don't hit me on the rear. That's what started all this and I'm too sore right now for an encore. And you better not be cleaned out for a month." "You have other holes. I'll make a fresh supply just for you." She raised up and leaned on her elbow searching my face. Then firmly, she said, "I have plans for those other 'holes' that might include you. Can we get some sleep first to charge our batteries?" "You bet," I replied, grinning like an idiot, "Me need rest, me empty." "That's what I thought." Settling back down, she resumed her position against me as we drifted off to sleep. The only other sound I heard just before I lost consciousness was a softly spoken, "I love you." The rusty words came back out of my own mouth as I said just as softly, "I know, and I love you." I hoped she had heard me as I drifted off to sleep. ***** I woke up to a friendly hand on my piss hard. Opening my eyes, I discovered Terri, dressed in panties and one of my T-shirts, sitting on the edge of the bed fondling my cock and sipping from a cup of coffee. I enjoyed the sensation with closed eyes, then opened them again to look at her. Hair tossed, makeup smeared, eyes glowing, she looked great. 'Hmmm, coffee made, clothes on, face not washed, there's a message here if I can figure it out,' I thought to myself. Terri grinned at me. Letting go of my hardness, she handed me the almost full cup. I sat up in the bed and took it from her. "One cream, one sugar," she recited, "I did my research." "Meet me at the kitchen table," as I got up, cup in hand, to drain my bladder, take a very quick shower and put on some clothes. Finishing that, I walked into the dining area in my underwear and a T-shirt that said, 'come and get it,' with the logo for a beer company. She was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, a pillow clasped in her lap. She had found time to clean the makeup from her face and brush her hair while I was showering. I refilled my cup in the kitchen then joined her. I sat at right angles, and we were silent for a while, thinking our thoughts and sipping coffee. Gradually we started talking. Table talk. Nothing important. Things like, "Thank you for making coffee." "You're welcome." "Your skin is so smooth," with wicked leer from me. "Your thing is sure big," said Terri, equally wicked. "I like your lips." "Which ones?" "Both sets, wench." All the time, we were grinning at each other, content with our accomplishment, relaxed with each other's now more familiar bodies. Getting more serious, but not pushing, I said, "You OK with last night." "Of course sir, I planned it." "Everything?" "Well no, just the start, but I was hoping." "Like what we did?" I said curiously. "Loved it," Terri said emphatically. Then she colored slightly, and said, "I came three times." "I came twice," said I. "I felt it. Was that when, uh." "There at the last, I had an extra cum." I grinned like a lovelorn fool or jackass in heat, take your pick. "Yea, I felt it, you sure do cum a lot," from Terri working on my already substantial ego. Women, bless them. "Depends on who's dragging it out of me by the root," I countered. Then, "Any regrets?" I was serious on this point. "None," as she flashed a smile. "There's one other thing." "You mean, am I pregnant?" "Yes." "Well, I'll probably break out in a cold sweat sometime in the next three weeks, but I just had my period, uh maybe, . . . let me think, . . . I guess about 10 days ago, and sometimes my cycles are long. But for some reason, I don't care. . . . I didn't care. That's not true, I care. . . . Oh, I don't know how to explain it." "You don't need to. . . . But just so you know. . . . It wouldn't break my heart to take care of you . . . and any child we had . . . for the rest of my life." "Don't propose. . . . But you're sweet for saying that. . . . Even more, I think you really mean it." Then as if to herself, she said, "I guess that's one reason I love you." "Terri, let me tell you something." "Nothing heavy, please." "Well, it isn't heavy for you, it's heavy for me." "Ok." "Uh, you know how I am. Not with you, you're almost family. I mean, uh, I think I know now, . . . something I didn't know before." "What's that?" "All my, uh, girlfriends before, I mean, dammit, now I want a woman instead of all the bimbos I've been dating. And the woman I think I want is you." Terri eyeballed me over the last drink of her coffee, and I went on to say, "You taught me about something. I mean about what I want in a woman." "Well, you beat some sense into my ass, so I guess we're even. We're both growing up. I thought growing up would be gross, but, . . . actually it's kinda fun." "If last night was a sample, I'm on your side," were my last words, as she put her cup down with a bang and motioned me to stand up. I stood. She pulled off my underwear, and standing up, she led [sp] me into the living room by my hardening dick, pillow tucked under her arm. She pushed me down on the sofa, and dropping the pillow between my legs, she kneeled down and took a sniff of my crotch. "You smell clean. I don't." "You smell like a girl." "I smell like a girl who s been fucked." Then she licked some emerging precum from the end of my dick. Looking up at me she said, "Virgin mouth. You're going to have to teach me." On those words, my cock tried to grow a foot, barking and howling this time at the sun. But I just smiled and said, "Well, I'll try to help. But mostly you are going to have to teach yourself. I don't know what goes on in a mouth that's sucking on my dick, just what results I like." "From a cocksucker?" "That's nasty," I said. "I *feel* nasty. *You* make me feel nasty." Working my dick around with her hand clasped around the base, she was examining me from every angle as she continued, "This is how Laura keeps Mike in line. She told me. So, I want to learn how to do it too." "What, how to keep me in line?" "Maybe, but you ate me, I want to learn how to eat you." "OK, take it in your mouth. Wet your lips until I drain enough lubrication to make them slick. Suck and use your tongue. Waaaaatch your teeth." This last as she dropped her full lips over the end of my cock and absorbed me, teeth digging in slightly when she didn't open her mouth enough. Terri pulled off, and said, "Ohhh, I'm sorry," actually sounding somewhat sincere, as she rubbed my dick. "You're just sooo damn big. I'll just have to open my little tiny mouth wider." Then she gave me an absolutely wicked grin I would remember for the rest of my life, saying, "I think I've found something my big mouth is good for." She dove down for me once again and this time my cock cleared her teeth. She pushed me in about three inches, paused there just sucking on it while moving her tongue around. 'Well, that was what I told her to do,' I thought. I reveled at the sensations her sucking mouth was pulling from my groin before I would tell her to move it in and out of her face like we were fucking. Terri pulled off of me, announcing, "I can feel your heart." Then she stuffed me back in, this time taking an extra inch. "Move it in and out like fucking," I told her. She obeyed me, slurping and compressing her lips in a ring around my cock. Her tongue was busy on the underside of my shaft. Then as she took added lengths of me, her mouth relaxed and I got a snapshot of her full rich lips clinging to my cock, about two inches away from taking it all. I could feel her choke slightly as she tried to take me deeper. Then abruptly, she pulled off completely, took her T-shirt off, firm breasts swinging with motion, and pulled me toward her to the edge of the sofa. She gently started licking my balls, then holding them up, peering at me with that same wicked gleam, she moved down and tried to stick her tongue in my ass. I registered complete shock, and a sharp spasm attacked my anus as she licked all around the hole in classic rendition of a rim job. The same as I dimly remembered having done to her the night before. "I feel so nasty," she said again as she once more took me between her lips, and tried to push all of me down her throat. Gagging, she backed off, only to try again, and again. I tried to tell her "Hey, this is your first time, take it easy." "Who's doing the sucking, you or me? she asked with an arched eyebrow as she pulled off to answer me. "You be quiet unless I do something wrong. I'm the 'cocksucker.' You sir, are the cocksuckee." Terri's mouth was, as I had speculated, made for a man's cock. No, made for my cock. Her lips, throat, tongue, saliva, teeth, roof of her mouth, sides of her mouth, ring of her uvula, retching but determined, all worked on my unbelieving manhood - seemingly all at the same time. She learned to breathe through her nose in natural rhythm. The learning process seemed to take 30 seconds - or three days. Her gifted mouth brought me to orgasm quicker than anytime I could remember since I was fifteen. On full empty last night, her talented mouth and lips pulled and sucked fresh seed from me, seed I didn't know I could produce so quickly. In less than ten minutes, I was groaning and bucking up against her hot sucking mouth, driving my erupting cock down her willing throat, one hand behind her head and wrapped in her hair, the other hand clasping her throat, feeling my intrusion. She held her mouth steady, lips sealed around my shaft, moving her tongue around and pulling, pulling from somewhere. Terri took it all, gagging and retching slightly, as I spurted and pumped newly made hot semen down her throat. As she coughed convulsively, I could see her hips revolving a little as one hand disappeared between her legs, giving herself what looked like a small orgasm as she swallowed, drinking my substance. As my cock deflated and retreated from her throat, I could still feel her pulling, sucking mouth drain more fluids from me. For long minutes, she nursed on me, draining me, making sure she got it all. Then with a slurp, she sat up, licking her lips. I could see her slender throat work as she swallowed the leftovers. "That ought to fix your ass for a while," she said with a crooked grin. She licked her lips in salacious imitation and then, creakily, tried to stand, bracing her hands on my legs. I raised up quickly, holding her around her small waist as I eased her to a sitting position next to me. "You came a little, I saw you." "Of course. I told you, I get wet when you just look at me." "You played with yourself," said I, still not getting it. "Well, you weren't in a position to play with me, so I did it for myself. . . . That was fun, I think." "Anytime." "Humph, we'll see about that." Trotting toward the bathroom, she said, "I'm hungry. And get the paper sack from the back seat of your car, please. I need it." As I got my pants on, I could hear the shower starting. I dashed down to the car and hunted up the paper sack. Leaving it on the bed, I drove down to get 'McMuffins.' The food may not be all that good, but it *is* fast. I came back to the apartment with four 'McMuff's,' I thought lewdly, two hash browns, and two large orange juices. Terri was just getting into a pair of white shorts to match a midriff blouse tied in a bow in front. She looked good enough to eat. "There you go again, getting me wet." "What do you mean?" I was genuinely puzzled by her allusions. "I mean you look at me like you're hungry. Like you want to eat me. So I get wet." "Oh, sorry," finally getting it. "I'm not," she said decisively, "What did you bring us to eat?" We spent a great day, together. After we ate and talked about nothing and everything for hours, we drove over to Laura's. Mike was there and we all sat around and chatted for a while. Mike seemed surprised to see us together. Laura wasn't, but she did look pleased, especially after a brief private huddle with Terri. Then I drove her home. Laura covered for us, as she or Jan was to do many times thereafter, calling ahead to say I was bringing Terri home. ***End of Part two. 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