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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
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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 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
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