From: observer@onramp.net (observer)

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Repost - Terri's Dilemma [Revised][1/3] M/F Rom CR#5 April

   Date: 20 Jun 1996 02:21:22 GMT

   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

   Celestial Reviews #5 - April 1996



   Part one of three parts.

   *****

   I don't like to be slapped.

   Reacting instinctively, I grabbed the hand that slapped me and forced
its owner down across my lap.  I gave Terri ten fast solid hits with the
palm of my hand across her tender behind.  Then I stood, yanking her around
by the arm to face me.

   "Are you crazy?  What possessed you to slap me?  Have you gone nuts? 
Get your young ass out to the car.  I'm taking you home right now, or you
can damn well walk there."

   With a sob, tears flowing from her eyes, Terri fled outside.  I turned
to my sister, blood in my eye.  "What the hell was that all about?"

   Furious, but unwilling to look at me, Jan said, "You shouldn't have hit
her."

   "I didn't hit her, I spanked her, big difference.  Now I want to know
what the hell *you* had to do with Terri slapping me.  Then I'll deal with
her."

   I glared at my sister for a long minute, cold on the outside, raging on
the inside.  Janice just stood there.  Evasive, unwilling to speak, she was
obviously a part of what had happened, but was unwilling to talk about it.
Seeing that nothing was to be gained by glaring, I went outside to see if
Terri was sitting or walking.

   The stupid bitch was sitting in the car.  And crying, which she tried to
stop when I came in sight.

   As I got behind the wheel, I said coldly, "OK Terri, I have no idea what
that was all about, and frankly I don't care.  Slapping me was stupid."
More tears trickled down her face.  What a faucet.  Starting the car and
pulling out of the driveway, I continued to vent.  "You got your young ass
spanked because you slapped me.  I reacted.  It's as simple as that."

   Driving down the road, I kept scolding her in the coldest voice I could
produce.

   "I have given you no reason at all to slap me. . .

   "You must have lost your mind to do such a stupid thing, or left your
brains at home.  Which is where you're gonna be as soon as I can get you
there."

   Terri just sat there curled up in the seat, puffy faced with a blank
look, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.  Each sentence I spat at
her caused a little jerk of her body.  I had been getting sick and tired of
this cunt, and she had finally given me an excuse to dump her.

   I needed an excuse, any excuse.

   The bitch was one of my sister's best friends, and a very good friend of
many of my running buddies's girlfriends and fiancees, including Laura, my
long time running buddy Mike's fiancee.  Mike lived next door to my
parents, and we had been friends since boyhood.

   Terri's nominal boy friend, Jerry, was in the Army.  Jan and Laura both
thought Terri needed company.  We were all part of a social circle that had
existed since high school and even before.

   Got all that?  Let's just say I was dating the bitch because of family.
Everybody who knew me understood what I was doing.

   The only regret I had was the wasted time.  I had been playing 'Mr. 
Nice Guy' with Terri for the reasons given.  Between school and work, there
was little time in my life for bullshit.  I was stresssed out, horny, and
frustrated by a dead end relationship, and Terri had ignited a powder keg
of emotion within me.

   Well, anyway, Terri would be history, just as soon as I could get her
home.

   She got out of the car without a word and ran inside her house as I
peeled off from her driveway.

   Laura and Jan gave me hell, my mother gave me hell, my stepfather
laughed - until my mother gave him a dirty look - and various of my friends
either asked me if I had lost my mind or wanted to congratulate me.

   Throughout, I maintained a stony silence, except when I was talking to
Jan.  My oldest sister's a lady.  Sweet, even tempered, Jan always played
it straight with no stupid bitch tricks.  She finally confessed.

   It seems I had been sitting there not paying any mind to their chatter,
and they noticed.  'Right, do not ignore the female of the species,' I
thought.  Terri said she knew how to get my attention, slapped me, and got
more than she bargained for.

   I told Jan I did not want to go out with Terri, that she was a
self-centered bitch and I was tired of her act.  No way in hell I was going
to have anything to do with the stupid broad, period.  As for apologizing,
sure, when it snowed in July.

   My sister tried to reason with me.  Over and over she said Terri was not
a bitch.  She got in my face, as only my sister could, and basically
accused me of being an asshole.

   "Fine, so I'm an asshole.  If I'm such an asshole, why do you want me to
have anything to do with Terri?"

   Jan said vehemently.  "Someday, you're going to wish you had a woman
just like Terri." Then she shut up.  My sister loved me.

   'What was going on that I was not privy to?' I thought.  'The spanking
wasn't that big a deal, so why are Jan and Laura so pissed?' Something
devious was in the air, and I didn't have the time or inclination to figure
it out.

   With mostly eighteen hour days of school and work, Terri became a vague
memory almost immediately.  Even in my late night fantasy sessions where I
tried to soothe the raw edge of my libido, the only thing I could really
remember about Terri was her eyes.

   Terri had dark brown eyes.  So brown they were almost black, large and
set above high cheekbones in a face that was framed by mahogany hair almost
the same shade as her eyes.

   *****

   Her eyes were drilling holes in me from across the room.  Most of her
dancer's legs were showing from under a short white sun dress I had never
seen before.  Medium breasts framed by a low cut neckline, full war paint,
trim waist, and hair brushed till it glowed, all contributed to make Terri
look good, good enough to eat.

   It was a set up of course.  Both of us invited to the same party -
typical devious bitch trick - I was now supposed to go over, kiss her feet
and beg to be forgiven.

   Fat chance of that.  I ignored her ass, heedless of what had happened
the last time I didn't pay attention.  Chatting up a sweet young thing who
looked promising, I felt an arm link with my own.

   Turning, there was Terri giving me a big smile.  Sweet thing took one
look and split.

   Now I was really pissed.

   "What do you want Terri, feel like slapping somebody?" I poured it on,
no mercy.

   "No," she flushed, looking down.  Then working up her courage, she
flashed her deep brown eyes trick at me and said, "No, I, uh, I just," she
hesitated, then said, "Wanted to, uh, wanted to talk to you."

   No way I was going to drown in her eyes.  I just looked at her coldly
and waited.

   Then, with ice in my voice, "So talk."

   Terri said with a slight stammer.  "Not here, it's too, uh, well
public."

   I looked her up and down taking in the sights.  After rudely lingering
on her breasts for a while, my eyes finally found hers.  We played
stare-me-down and she lost.

   Finally I said, "OK, go find my car, it's open.  I'll be there in a few
minutes."

   I walked away and pretended to look for the sweet young thing, ignoring
Terri's ass.  Sweet young thing had disappeared so I decided to let Terri
cool her heels some more and found a toilet.  As I got rid of some beer, my
unruly cock was telling me to pay attention.

   At least the memories would be sharper now that I was observing Terri
with fresh eyes.  There was no longer much in the way of family or friend
obligations to honor with respect to her ass.

   Outside, I was half expecting Terri to be elsewhere when I checked my
car.  A part of me was hoping otherwise, the part between my legs.  Where
previously I was oblivious to most of her charms, I was now confronted with
a completely unexpected vision, and my libido was howling and barking at
the moon.

   She was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, waiting, a huge grin
giving lie to the tension between us.  I gave her a long look, then let my
instincts take over, deciding to take her to my apartment for our
confrontation.

   The closed car concentrated her faint perfume and girl odor into my
nostrils.  My cock immediately began giving me orders in reaction to the
scent.  I struggled to get my libido in check as I started the car, rolling
down the windows halfway to dispel the aroma that was attacking my
judgement.

   "Look, I really..." Terri started.

   "Don't talk until we get there, not a single word," I ordered, holding
up my hand to cut her off.

   As I drove toward my apartment, I glanced her way a few times to pacify
my cock, then ignored her as I drove.  She was hard to ignore.  Her nipples
were hard from the stress, and I could see almost half of her breasts.  In
the dusk light of evening, the short white sun dress blazed like fire
against her tanned slender limbs.

   'Careful son, don't get screwed up with the body and face, this cunt is
devious and dangerous,' I said to myself.  'What you really want to do is
find out her version of why she slapped you, make peace to reduce the
family bullshit, then gracefully take her home and go try to find sweet
young thing,' I thought, as I tried to lie to myself.

   Suppressed memories of her face and figure surfaced as I drove.  A white
blouse, white short-shorts, bending over to get a soda from a cooler; a
flash of long legs from under a short skirt as she ran to catch a ball; hot
smooth skin against my arm as we crowded into the back seat of Mike's car.
And Terri's special scent, the same scent that was driving me crazy right
now.

   A short time later we pulled up in front of my apartment.  I got out and
walked toward the door, ignoring Terri.  After a moment's hesitation she
got out of the car and ran to catch me.  Then she put her arm in mine so we
would look like we were together.

   Once inside the apartment, she looked around curiously, seeing it for
the first time.  Under strict instructions from Jan and Laura to behave, I
had not only overlooked her womanhood, I had never even invited her into my
lair.

   "Sit on the sofa, I'll get us a cold one," as I started my campaign to
make peace.

   On the way to get the beer, I detoured to change into a T-shirt and a
pair of cotton sweat shorts.  She was giving me a look, so I'd show her my
bicycle-hardened legs and a shot of my crotch.  Two could play this game.

   Approaching the sofa, I almost lost control.  Terri's burnished dark
brown hair glowed with reflections from the table lamp.  One long slender
leg was swinging as it rested partially off the couch.  She was sitting
sideways with her other leg crooked up under the outside one, pensively
leaning against the back of the sofa.  Handing her a beer, it took all my
will power not to jump her.

   The white dress still glowed against her flawless skin, displaying her
body in a way I had never seen, or more truthfully, had deliberately
ignored.  My cock noticed, and started to give me fresh instructions, which
I tried to disregard as I sat opposite her, sideways, and renewed my study.

   Her ripe, red, luscious lips sucked on the end of the beer bottle as she
took one, then another large swallow with her head thrown back to expose
her slender neck and push her breasts at me.  The bitch was doing
everything she could, short of speaking the words, to say "Come and get
it."

   I controlled myself, barely, and just continued looking at her, trying
to catch her eye, and waited, with small sips of my beer.  As Terri drank
from her own bottle, I could see her eyes flick from one part of my body to
another, finally resting with a direct gaze on my face and eyes.

   We silently held each other's eyes for long minutes.  My cock had
hardened to a solid mass, uncomfortable and tugging against the leg of my
shorts.  I ignored it, but Terri didn't.  Her eyes dropped down to my
crotch, then up to again hold me with her look.

   "You're hard," she smirked.

   Some of the 'ice' in my voice had melted when I answered her.  "So? 
That's not why we're here.  You wanted to talk, so talk." The bitch
actually grinned at me.  I guess she thought my erection somehow put her
back in charge.  I used every ounce of my control to make sure she was
wrong.

   Her face changed and became serious when softly, sincerely, she said,
"OK, look, I'm sorry I slapped you, I mean it." (Sincere?  This bitch?)
"Uh, I also have something else to tell you.  . . .  I really need to
talk."

   I relaxed my guard a little, checking her out one more time, eating her
with my eyes.  A long swallow of beer, then my good guy smile, as I said,
"OK Terri, maybe I shouldn't have hit you on the ass so hard, you're a good
kid," I lied, "So I'll listen."

   "Well, I'm not a kid.  And I'm not good, either.  Just please," she
hesitated, "Let me get it out, all of it."

   Her eyes locked on mine for a bit and then she dropped her gaze to my
crotch, saying "But I can't talk with your big thing sticking up in your
pants at me.  Please, would you cover up a little.  You won't be sorry, I
promise."

   I chewed on this last promise for a while as I sat back to listen,
getting my unruly cock under control and covering up with a leg.  This was
getting curiouser and curiouser.

   "How about including why you slapped me as part of this discussion," I
suggested with a hard edge to my voice.

   Terri looked down, not at my cock, but to collect her thoughts while I
waited patiently.  A parade of emotions crossed her face as she organized
whatever it was that was working on her.  The pause gave me an opportunity
to continue to inventory her charms.  Finally, I looked away.  'Why torture
myself?' I thought.

   All the time we were dating, I had noticed she was pretty, but the
situation we had been in, the near shotgun relationship, had blinded me to
how lovely she really was.  That and her bitchy ways.

   "I know I've been a bitch," still softly, then with more force as she
looked at me with laughter in her eyes.  "I deserved what I got," Terri
said sweetly.

   My face must have registered surprise, although I don't know why.  She
was obviously intent on apologizing, for whatever reason.  But a statement
that 'she deserved what she got,' was not what I expected.

   It was impossible not to smile back.  Another memory flashed in my mind,
of her looking at me across a room, then quickly glancing away before I
could read her expression.

   "That's all I've been thinking about for the past two weeks."

   I knew that was true.  In a vague way I had been aware of long
conversations between Jan and Terri, Jan and Laura, Laura and Terri and
probably other females as well.  I think even my mother got in on the act.

   "But I'm not really a bitch."

   My face must have registered skepticism, as she went on hurriedly,
"Laura is the bitch.  She runs Mike around in circles.  I feel sorry for
him."

   'Now isn't this a turn of events?' I said to myself.  Among the choices
I had, remaining silent and just looking at her was the one I selected. 
But I did nod and encourage her by saying, "I see." By this time the ice
had left my voice and was replaced by a tone that was almost friendly.

   "Oh you, you don't see at all, you're just being nice." Too right she
was.

   Terri paused to drink more of her beer.  Shifting around on the couch,
giving me flashes of smooth thighs, she went on, "And you really have been
nice to me."

   "Sometimes you're easy to be nice to," I said for lack of anything
original.

   "And obviously sometimes I'm not.  But the real me is *not* a bitch,"
the lovely young girl said emphatically.

   "Then why did you slap me?" I demanded.

   More sips on the beer while she worked up to whatever the finale was
going to be, I just sipped and watched.  Another memory flash, Terri
giggling with Laura then turning serious when I glanced her way.

   "It's, well," she hesitated.  "It's," Terri hesitated again, sucking her
lower lip and obviously reviewing her words mentally.  Finally, "I think
I'm in love with you," she said with a rush.

   'Hello?' I must have looked the perfect fool as I gaped at her
confession.  "So what does that have to do with slapping me?" I blurted. 
"I mean I thought you loved Jerry - Jesus, Terri!"

   She reached over to put a hand on my leg, saying, "Oh, I don't mean the
same way I love Jerry." Of course leaning over meant her breasts were more
exposed.  I tried to ignore the show (and the remark about Jerry), and just
concentrated on listen to whatever she was trying to tell me.

   "I was just playing a game with you, waiting for Jerry to come home. 
When you spanked me, . . .  well, . . .  I woke up," she said brightly. 
Then hurriedly, Terri said, "I found out I loved you, too.  But not the
same way.  It's hard to explain."

   "Try me, I'll listen to anything you have to say." By this time my voice
had lowered to the most seductive and appreciative timbre I could muster.

   "I've had a crush on you for years," Terri gushed, "And even though I
love Jerry, I was excited when we started going out.  You do something to
me with your eyes that Jerry doesn't do."

   "And that is?  I asked.

   "Hmmm, maybe later.  Anyway, you were sitting there ignoring me and
Janice.  Something inside me said slap you, so I did."

   "Smooth move, Ajax."

   "Well, you're not ignoring me anymore," Terri countered.

   "That's true," I admitted.

   For a long moment I just looked at her, drinking her essence with my
eyes.  Terri's skin glowed with that rare sheen only a few women have. 
Terri just waited to see what I would say next, looking into my eyes
intently.  This time it was I who looked away, then down to her hand on my
thigh.

   "You're gorgeous, Terri," I admitted.

   That comment unleashed a torrent of fresh words.

   "Laura and Jan have been telling me I need somebody strong, at least
stronger than Jerry.  . . .  Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this," the
lovely girl started in again.

   "Terri, you can tell me anything.  I said I would listen."

   "You always listen.  And that's important.  But there's something else,"
as she started to rub my leg.

   I pulled her hand to my lips, and kissed then released it.  This had
become a defining moment for me.  Up until now I had been treating her
badly.  As we talked, I found my defenses had gradually worn down.  Terri
was reaching inside me to a place I thought was protected.  I couldn't help
darting my eyes around her oval face, a classic beauty, inventorying and
imprinting every detail in my mind.

   Kissing her hand again, I found my voice asking, "What do you want from
me Terri?"

   "I don't know how to ask," she said.

   "Look Terri," I said gently.  "I have been on my best behavior with you
for reasons that should be obvious.  If I ignored your charms, it was for
good reason.  My plan right now was for us to get back in good graces with
each other, be friends, and that's it.  But you've thrown me for a complete
loop."

   I knew damn well what she wanted.  The questions were, should I, or
could I, resist.

   "Maybe being just friends isn't what I have in mind," Terri said,
placing her hand back on my leg, inviting me to find out what she did have
in mind.  Terri's scent invaded my brain again.  I was not programmed for
serious relationships at that point in my life, and this conversation was
getting very serious indeed.  I had to take a different tack.

   "I guess I ignored you because what I really wanted to do was drag you
to some dry creek bed and fuck your brains out." I tried to shock her,
still resisting Terri's insistent march into my heart.

   Thoughts of what my parents or her mother might think or do were also
surfacing in response to Terri's ploys.

   "You don't have to drag me anywhere.  And I love dry creek beds," said
Terri as she leaned toward me, nails digging into my leg, lust in her eyes.

   I gently took her hand and that was enough.  Her empty beer bottle was
deposited on the end table as she fell on me, kissing me with her full
lips. I could feel the heat of her body radiating against me, her unique
smell driving into my brain.  Her hips and legs moved around and against me
as her lips captured my mouth with their hot embrace.

   Using my strength, I pushed her up and into a sitting position again,
saying, "Wait," as I held her shoulders in my hands and drilled her eyes
with mine.  I was making one last effort not to get in over my head.

   Always, prior to this moment in time, my view of women was simplistic.
Fuck 'em if I could, forget 'em if I couldn't.  Don't get involved.  Don't
fall in love.  Don't get trapped.

   'Don't, don't, don't, don't,' swirled through my head as I groped for
words to sort out unexpected emotions.

   Locking my eyes on hers, slowly and quietly, I said, "Terri, wait. 
Before we go any farther .  . . .  Are you absolutely sure? . . .  Do you
want me, . . .  for me? . . .  Or do you want me for

   substitute Jerry?"

   I didn't say anything about whether or not I wanted her.  My cock was
hard as a rock, and nothing I could say would have convinced her that I
didn't want to ravish her on the spot, dry creek bed or not.  The one clear
emotion in my fuddled brain was that I did not want a one night stand with
Terri.  I wanted more, much more, or nothing at all.

   "No, to be honest, I'm not sure. . . .  But I'm almost sure. . . .  And
I want to know, I have to find out. . . .  Please!"

   My ram was up, my hammer was cocked.  Yet I hesitated.  Terri no longer
fit any convenient label.  Bitch yes, but not really, at least not full
time.  Cunt?  I didn't think so.

   My brain kept spinning with conflicting emotions and thoughts.  The
"Love" word had disarmed me, opened me up, and proved me vulnerable after
all.  My sister's words rang in my ear, 'Some day you're going to wish you
had a woman just like Terri.'

   Bemused, horny, in lust, I sought familiar ground.  Reaching under her
dress to cup her sex, I found proof of her desire.  Her panties were
soaked, and her loins hunched forward to give me more access.  As I kissed
her lips, moans came from both our emotion-charged throats, and we surged
against each other.  Our lips and tongues danced together as we tried to
absorb each other through our contact.

   Another bubble of concern surfaced in my brain as we stood up, clinging
tightly, both of us unwilling to give up any skin-to-skin contact.

   "When do you have to be home?" I murmured against her lips.

   "Laura's covering for me.  Not till late tomorrow."

   "What about, uh, what about birth control, uh?" as almost all
constructive thoughts were on the verge of leaving my head.

   ***End of Part One

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   observer@onramp.net

   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

   ***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 me and 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 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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   From: observer@onramp.net (observer)

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Repost - Terri's Dilemma [Revised][3/3] M/F Rom

   Date: 20 Jun 1996 02:27:42 GMT

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   ***Terri's Dilemma, by Observer***

   (c)1996, all rights reserved - Edited by Chris

   Part three of three parts.

   *****

   My sister was elated that Terri and I were back together.  "See, I told
you so!" was her main point.  I just gave her a mock dirty look and went on
about my business.

   *****

   On the third weekend we spent together, Terri surrendered her backside
to me.  I was hesitant to hurt her, but she would know it all.  Talk about
role reversals, I'm trying to talk her *out* of

   buttfucking, she's trying to talk me into it.

   "I trust you not to hurt me," she said with a sly grin.

   "Of course it will hurt," I replied, real concern in my voice.

   "Bigger things have come out," she countered.

   "Wait a minute, that sounds like some jerk trying to talk his girl into
giving up some ass, not a sweet young maiden with *some* modesty."

   "I don't have any of that around you.  I really want to try it."

   "Oh good grief, why?" I was getting exasperated.

   Instead of answering my question, Terri turn her back to me and wiggled
her backside in lewd parody.  As she was naked at the time, my gaze focused
on the two half-moons of her behind slowly revolving about two feet away
from where I sat on the sofa.  Slowly she bent at the waist, until her
cheeks separated, exposing the little rosebud that was the subject of our
conversation.

   I tried one final ploy, saying, "If I start, I will finish.  You can
scream or try to get away, or say anything.  I don't care."

   My hands reached up and beat a gentle tattoo on her buttocks.  Terri's
eyes closed as she looked inside herself.

   "Once I start, you *will* be cornholed, like it or not."

   Terri quit revolving her ass in my face, and turned around to sit
astraddle of my lap, saying, "I know, that's the point." She rained little
kisses on my face and neck, and hunched against my erection.

   "See, you're hard just thinking about it."

   "About some things I think with the big head," I replied, "But if you
really want me to dig out your asshole, then your asshole is going to get
dug out."

   She wrapped her legs and arms around me as I stood up and walked into
the bedroom, kissing her lips as I carried her.  I had learned that Terri,
when she wanted something, was an elemental force - not to be denied.  But
strong willed as she was, for whatever reason, she gave in to me if I
growled enough.  At least temporarily.

   "Ok, little miss, a couple of conditions.  First of all, I get to eat
you for awhile."

   "Hmmm, goodie," she replied.  Then she stuck her tongue out and wiggled
it at me.

   I ignored her lewdness, bluntly telling her, "And we do it with you on
your back so I can see your face."

   "And I can see your's, ummm, that's naaaaasssty."

   Then I ate her, paying special attention to her tight rosebud of an
asshole.  Pale pink, clearly never violated, it quivered and contracted
under my probing tongue.  Terri made humming noises in her nose as her
libido took complete control.

   Reaching underneath herself with her hands, she separated her cheeks to
give me better access.  I bit both cheeks gently, then ran my tongue along
the crease between her buttocks and thighs.  Grinning to myself, I
recognized the unique scent of Terri's perfume.  She must have used some on
her genitals.  The smell was stronger and more alluring than ever and I
allowed it to take over my brain for a moment, inhaling and reveling in
what her odor did to me.

   Finally convinced that she was as ready as she would ever be, I squeezed
some KY Jelly on my finger from the tube conveniently on the nightstand
next to the bed.  Palming her crotch with my hand pointing downward, I made
sure there was plenty of contact between the ball of my hand and wrist, and
her clitoris.

   The lubricant eased the entry of first one, then two fingers into the
ring of muscle my uncaring cock was soon to gore open.  My cock might not
have cared, but I did, so I was very careful as I prepared her hole for the
entry of a much bigger object.

   Terri's hands were on her knees, and her knees were up in the air and
open, giving me access to all her lower body.  Her eyes were opening and
shutting with an occasional grimace on her face as twinges of pain attacked
her nervous system.  And her legs were moving back and forth as she tried
to ease the entry of my fingers.

   I pulled my fingers from her clinging anus and immediately presented the
head of my lubricated cock against the hole.  Pushing gently but firmly, I
tried to seat the head of my dick in her before her asshole could contract
back to normal, and I succeeded.  I was effectively past the muscle ring
with the widest part of my cock before she had a chance to react.

   "Ahhhhh, God you're in me," Terri cried, "Ow, that hurts, oh shit, oh
damn, owww."

   I paused for a moment to let her get used to the feeling, then began
applying a steady pressure.  This caused my cock to gradually ooze into her
impossibly tight contracting channel - also for Terri to give forth a
cacophony of complaints.

   "Damn you, motherfucker, shit that hurts. . . .

   "Go ahead, rape my ass, you don't care, you no-good heartless
son-of-a-bitch. . . .

   "Stop, God damn you, that hurts me.

   "Jesus, your thing is ripping me apart.

   "Owww, go slow, oh, slow down, . . .  stop. . . .  I mean don't stop, .
. .  slower. . . .

   "Oh damn, I'm gong to be crippled for liiiiiffffe."

   Of course I talked to her at the same time, things like, "take my cock
you bitch, . . .  you asked for it, . . .  Now you're getting it, . . . 
damn your asshole's tight, . . .  too tight, . . .  I'm going to have to
open you up, . . .  so it's easier, . . .  next time."

   "I'll be crippled for life you bastard.

   "Eeeeiii, you're ruining me."

   Inexorably I moved forward, determined to sheath my rod completely in
her nether hole.  The muscular ring of her anus squeezed my penis with
painful force, and the walls of her rectum seemed almost welded to my shaft
as I gradually entered balls-deep in the hottest and tightest tunnel I had
ever invaded.

   Terri could have stopped me at any time, but she didn't.

   Tears were running from Terri's eyes as she moved her knees up closer to
her shoulders, fighting to get every millimeter of me into her.  My balls
came to a resting place firmly in the crack between her cheeks as I
bottomed out, pushing hard with the feet I had planted next to the bed as I
bent over her contorted body.

   I learned that KY drys out too quickly.  After what seemed like just a
few moments of short in and out movements, her tender hole started feeling
raw and tight, clinging without slickness to my abusing rod.

   That's about all it took to make me cum.  The muscle ring of her asshole
was pressed firmly against my pubic bone, and as it contracted hard and
expanded just slightly with rhythmic force, my cum was yanked out of the
secret gland up in my prostrate to splatter into the dark depths of her
colon.

   Terri's eyes flew open and she focused a look at my face that said she
was taking a snapshot to imprint on her soul, as I huffed and shouted my
climax.  Hot seed shot down my cock and somehow got past her strangling
anus to explode into her too tight secret tunnel.

   I could feel her rectum squeeze a few short times as she emptied my
reservoirs into her sucking tube.  She seemed to forget, or at least
ignore, what had to be a flaming hurt asshole as she cooed at me.

   "Ooohhh, you're cuuuuuming in my asshole.

   "It feels hoooot.  Ummmm, ouch," as a tendril of pain shot up her
nervous system.

   Satiated, cleaned out and drained into the young woman's too tight
asshole, I collapsed, letting her feel my weight as I started reversing my
cock out, rather than in.  Pulling gently, my softening dick seemed to
elongate as her anus contracted to hold me in.  For a moment I had visions
of two dogs locked together.

   "It won't come out," I informed Terri.  "Maybe somebody will have to
throw water on us like with two dogs hung up."

   This made her giggle, which squeezed her asshole even tighter, hurt her
and me, and made the situation even worse.

   "Ohhh, don't make me laugh, that hurts.  God I'm sore."

   I decided to keep my mouth shut and just kept pulling gently outward,
letting the natural evacuation forces of her tunnel squeeze me out.  My
dick hurt, my back was hurting from my bent over position half off the bed
and half on Terri, and my arms felt like dead weights while I fought to
keep too much of my weight from her torso.

   And I knew Terri was wounded.

   As soon as my cock popped out, I gently turned her around on the bed and
helped her lower her creaky legs down to a horizontal position.  While I
was doing this, I got a good look at her abused asshole.

   Dark red, drooling a stream of my semen from a still open cavity, her
abused muscle ring stuck out at least a half inch.  The picture of her
ravaged butthole stays with me as the single most obscene sight I have ever
witnessed.

   I said, "Don't move," as I dashed to the kitchen, and put two ice cubes
into a cup, dashing back.  Terri was sprawled on the bed with a pitiful
look on her face complaining that she 'couldn't close her legs.'

   So I ate her.  Without any finesse, I dove down to her clitoris and did
my magic.  Unable to resist, Terri came in minutes.  As she started to cum,
I pushed one of the ice cubes up against her anus.

   Terri went crazy.  Bellowing like a steam engine, she came with
force-ten hurricane energy.  As she bucked and heaved - screaming her lungs
out - I clung to her throbbing bud and rode out her climax with my hand
still holding the ice cube against her asshole.

   My darling had crossed the line between pain and pleasure and they were
as one.  She had the most prolonged climax I have ever witnessed.  Ten
minutes later as she was curled against me, she was still having after
shocks.

   Actually, the scene frightened us a little.  We backed away from
exploring that part of our sexuality, although we did talk about it from
time to time.  After it was all over, she expressed a sincere desire to
"Never do that again," and I agreed completely.

   "Gad that was nasty, and my asshole hurts.  . . .  But I came a little
when you shot in me." Terri was whining and dreamy at the same time.

   "Yea, well, don't even *think* about doing that for a living."

   That earned me two pinches and a kiss.

   "I didn't like hurting you, and I came too quick.  . . .  Your butthole
is too tight.  And I don't believe how hard you came when I ate you."

   "Hmm, just knowing I did it with you might be enough," she said, "And I
don't want to talk about how hard I came when you stuck that damn ice cube
up my ass."

   "Enough for what?"

   "Never mind, it's a woman thing."

   "Well, the ice cube did help your asshole close up."

   "That's true.  Can we change the subject?"

   *****

   I found that I enjoyed doing things for Terri.  She never ordered me to
do anything, unlike what Laura did to Mike.  It was more like making her
needs known, and I would find reason to take action.  She found equal
reason to take care of me, often anticipating my needs before I even
thought of them.

   Terri liked to suck me, and she quickly learned to take all of my happy
cock down her throat.  Taking all but the last inch, humming and moving her
tongue around, waiting until I couldn't stand it any longer, for some
reason she wanted me to force her to take it all.

   With one hand behind her head, the other under her chin to feel her
throat, I would drive my shaft into her face, and one of her own hands
would immediately dive between her legs.

   This became our method of birth control until she went on the pill.

   First we would almost always kiss and hug, gradually heating up, until
we were feeling and clinging with our bodies, me sucking her nipples and
squeezing her big breasts as I made love to her, and she to me.  We would
suck each other's toes, behind the knees, and lick up the ridges of our
backs.

   We tried it all.  Doggy style, from the side, standing up, we reinvented
the Kama Sutra.  One favorite position was on the sofa, Terri bestride me
with my cock buried to the hilt in her clasping

   vagina.  Then she would gently rotate her hips as she kissed my face and
licked my ears.

   I wanted to her for days.  Sometimes I would directly attack her turgid
bud with my lips and tongue, bringing her to almost immediate orgasm,
followed by my hard driving cock expanding her, opening her up, making her
gasp and sweat.  At other times, I would spend long minutes licking,
sucking, and teasing everything but her clitoris, until she hissed at me.
With her hands in my hair, she would pull me to herself, and ride my face
to yet another climax.

   While we never tried anal sex again, Terri did plop herself across my
lap one day, proclaiming that she was a bad little girl.  I obliged by
giving her juicy ass a few whacks while she squealed and pretended I was
hurting her.

   This of course lead to a prolonged love-making session on the floor, on
the sofa, on the kitchen table, and finally on the bed.

   *****

   We had long talks over the telephone almost every night after I got out
of class.  I was working full time and taking twelve hours that semester.
She was on some kind of scholarship and didn't need to work.  She started
taking a nap in the afternoon so we could talk late at night, ignoring her
mother who was giving her hell.

   As the date for Jerry's discharge and arrival home grew nearer, she
became restless, and somewhat withdrawn.  Except when we made love.

   Making love just got better and better.  When we had the privacy, she
had to have me in her mouth or pussy as often as I could get it up,
sometimes even when I couldn't.  In some ways it was like she was storing
me inside her enough to last a life time.

   I lost her.

   It was her mother who did it.  Or at least that's who I blamed.

   Her father had been an employee of Jerry's dad before he died, and 'Dad'
had taken good care of Terri and her mother.  Terri and Jerry had grown up
together.  Terri couldn't remember a time when Jerry wasn't a part of her
life, except lately, when she was with me.

   'Dad,' was rich.

   But that wasn't it, not as Terri explained it, crying, "Jerry needs me."

   "I do, too."

   "Not the same way he needs me."

   I just looked at her, my tear-filled eyes holding her equally wet teary
ones.  "I love you."

   "I love you, too, and I love Jerry, both of you.  . . .  But Jerry needs
me more than you need me."

   "Who do you need?" The pain and hurt was in my voice as I gave it my
best shot.

   After a long silence, Terri said, "I need both of you, but I can only
have one of you.  Jerry can't live without me, . . .  you can."

   "But I don't want to live without you.  Oh, my darling, Terri."

   "Oh God, I love you.  I'm so sorry," said Terri in a tiny little voice.
Then she said, "At least we had what we had, and nobody can take that away
from us."

   Tears were running from my eyes as we clung to each other with a last
embrace, Terri sobbing gently against my chest.

   Finally, she pushed me away and turned to leave my life.

   *****

   It didn't work out that way either.

   I don't think Jerry ever suspected his wife was unfaithful.  Laura not
only knew, she approved.  I grew to like the bitch as she covered for Terri
the few times a year we were able to see each other in private.

   We grew practiced at hiding our feelings in public.  We were in the same
circle of friends, and Terri used to giggle and kiss me in private, telling
me how wet she got when I looked at her with fake disinterest.

   After Terri had two miscarriages, it was discovered that Jerry had a
defective gene.  Terri was able to conceive and give birth, just not with
Jerry.  Desperate to keep that fact away from 'Dad,' and needing to have
grandchildren to satisfy the old goat, Jerry went along with Terri's plan
for artificial insemination.

   Except the insemination wasn't artificial.

   'Dad' was entranced with his little granddaughter, and Jerry loved her
with all his heart.  She looked exactly like Terri.  And only Terri, I, and
a sympathetic doctor at the clinic generating the bill knew who the father
really was, or where our daughter was really conceived.

   Seeding Terri's fertile womb is engraved on my heart and soul for all
time, and I cannot bear to detail it here.

   After 'Dad' had a stroke, Jerry tried to run the business, failing
miserably.

   Terri took over and did a splendid job with a little help from me at
first, then completely on her own.  I had my own businesses, and was able
to provide good advice when she needed it, plus a loan that Jerry never
found out about.

   To give Jerry credit, he was a good second man, and a master salesman,
just not good at the rest of it.

   My love Shirley smelled something when we were all at a party together,
and confronted me.  I told her parts of the story, not everything,
especially not about my daughter.  And I related the story in past tense,
which by that time it was, in every sense of the word.  Mostly I focused on
loving and losing.

   "Shirley, I learned how to love from my time with Terri.  What you see
is what is left, the burnt ashes.  I think she still loves me, and I'd be
lying if I said there wasn't still a soft spot in my heart for her.

   "I can't turn off my feelings like a faucet.  But she's no danger to you
or to what we have together, period.  I love you Shirley, and that's the
way it is.  Besides, it was over long ago, before I ever met you." That
wasn't completely true, but was close enough.

   Shirley listened intently, almost not breathing as I related the story.
By the time I finished, she had transformed from stone face to sucking on
her lower lip with a tear in her eyes.  Then Shirley launched herself into
my welcoming arms, and only had one more thing to say as we started what
was to be one of the more tender, gentle, and satisfying loving sessions of
my life.

   Against my chest, tears flowing, Shirley said, "I don't want to talk
about it ever again," and mumbled something against my chest that might
have been, "stupid bitch."

   I saved my own tears for later.

   The End

   "Terri s Dilemma" [Revised] by Observer

   (c) April & June 1996, all rights reserved

   Revision edited by Chris

   Original edited by Stasya



   Afterword:

   Usually I hide story dialogue after the 'Afterword.' Not this time.

   The next story in this sequence is 'Meeting Shirley.'

   There are over 11,500 words in this story.  It took a lot of time

   and effort by not only myself, but also by those kind folks who edit

   my stories, to provide this entertainment.

   There are over 50,000 people who look for stories in the Usenet

   group alt.sex.stories each and every day, sometimes over 100,000.

   Yet if I did not post these stories in segments, only a handful would

   send comment or even a simple 'Thank you.' Requests for missing

   segments is at least one way I have of knowing people do read my

   stories.

   Writers are leaving.  I know of two who have done so.  I am sure

   there are more who have left who I don't know about.  The reason they

   are leaving is simple.  They work, sweat, revise, then post a story.

   If they're lucky, one or two people will send comment.

   I would bet most people never think of commenting.  When you go

   into a bookstore and buy a book, the writer knows somebody is reading

   his material, and the purchase is thanks enough.  But when a writer

   provides his work for free, how does he know anybody cares?

   Do yourself a favor.  Next time you read a good story that you

   downloaded from a.s.s., drop the writer an e-mail message with a

   comment or two, or even just a simple 'thank you.'.  Most writers

   post with good e-mail addresses.

   *****

   In the past, I have used a 'modern' formatting method.  This means

   that paragraphs are not indented.  In this revision of 'Terri,' I have

   used paragraph indentation.  Do you like it or not?  I will continue

   to use line seperation between dialogue, because it is easier to read

   with the text readers common to ASCII files.

   I use a combination of Word Perfect and a DOS editing tool to get

   the look and feel you see.  If you are a writer, and are interested

   in how I format for posting, drop me an e-mail message, I will

   respond.

   *****

   Stories posted and coming up are as follows:

   Completed:

   'Terri's Dilemma' You are reading it.

   'The Photographer's Daughters'++ Reposted

   'Meeting Shirley' **New - posted June 1996

   Final Revision, ready for edit, or being edited.

   'A Night With Yokosan' Late June post

   'Boomer's Revenge - Boomer's Nightmare'++ Late June post

   'Sequel to Weekend' - 'Weekend' Should be read in about a week.



   There are others.  ++ Means the appeal is mostly for men.



   I just did the first draft of 'Getting Even,' based on an idea

   a reader sent me.  So if you have an idea for a story, or a favorite

   fantasy, don't hesitate to send it to me.  You must provide a good

   e-mail address, as I will probably have questions.

   *****

   I have heard rumor of a 'StopAd' campaign.  Sounds like a good

   idea to me.

   Adios for now.



   observer@onramp.net

   
