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My Night With Terra.

Part 1:

There it was again. A knocking at the door.
My god. She's here. Who?
Terra. Terra's coming.
Thrill shot through my stomach as I blinked furiously, trying to re-moisten my eyes. How had I fallen asleep? How could I have fallen asleep, with what I was about to do?!

My feet found the floor. I was up. Another knocking. She was here. I could barely see and I dashed into the bathroom, flipped the light switch and leaned over the sink, switched on the faucet and splashed water all over my face.

Silence.
Don't leave!

I mopped my face with a towel and stepped back into the main room. Wait. I leaned forward and pressed my eye against the peephole.
Terra was there.

She waited in the hallway, not looking nervous at all, glancing to the side. Brown hair hung to her shoulders, covering her ears and the hooks of her glasses. She was dressed the same way as earlier today, blue mesh wrap over lace top with spaghetti straps that revealed her shoulders and unusually low neckline. Same pants, too. They clung to her hips and backside contours as if she didn't know they were somewhat tight. Maybe she did.

Terra is here. And I was about to do at last what I'd only dared to consider vaguely hours before. She knocked again. She wouldn't back out now , she actually meant it. Earlier she had called on my cell phone, further thrilling me that this would actually happen.

"Hello, this is Terra." She sounded so normal after our conversation at about 4:30.

"Ummh, hey there." I said.

"You forgot to tell me your room number," was her only reply.

I remembered. "One-nineteen."

"Okay. I'll be in there in about ten minutes." Click.

That was all. Very normal. Just weird, considering what we are planning!

That had been before I dozed. How in the world had I done that? This was earth-shattering, something I'd never done before. Other people did this. Not me. The allure of doing the forbidden was almost enough to surpass the thrill of what I was actually about to do.

Whatever had happened earlier today was all vague and clouded. The anticipation was choking me. I only remembered, in incredible clarity, Terra's and my conversation earlier. I unlocked the chain and turned the door handle.

T: "So you're really leaving."

I turned away from the computer to Terra at the desk beside me. Her clothes were the same as some days before, a little distracting from my work, again, and difficult when she sat directly across in staff meetings. I kept wanting to look at her breasts, now outlined more tightly in her blue top.

"Yeah." I said. "It just gets to be too much."

"I still want to know the real reason." Terra turned around and faced me, giving me her full attention. She wore black boots.

"Nothing else," I said. "It's fairly boring, really."

Friday afternoon, but work wasn't really over. I would have weekend duty tomorrow morning.

"And there's nothing we can do to change your mind?" Terra stated.

"No. Double pay? but that's impossible. It's okay."

She said something about it being hard work around here with me gone. I didn't respond.

"Is there anything I can do to keep you around longer?" Terra asked. "Really...."

I smiled and dismissed my first thought. "Don't think so."

T: "What do you mean you don't think so? That means there's something."

Me: "No. Nothing at all."

"Really?" Her eyes crossed the top edges of her glasses and she peered at me.

Me: "Nothing whatsoever."

Her tone. It was saying something. I felt nervous speaking to her. "hahaha..." I tried to laugh. "No, never mind."

T: "What?"

Me: "Nothing."

T: "Yes there is. There's something I can do. Something you would really like." Terra's voice lowered. "Isn't there?"

I stared at her. "You don't know what i want..."

"You might be surprised," Terra said.


End Of Part 1.....

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Part 2:

A grown woman. Nearly twice my age. But so often she acted almost juvenile. Professional, yet sometimes I was sure she flaunted herself. She lived with her boyfriend. Had talked before of screwing with him.

"I think I would really.." I swallowed, trying to maintain composure. "Really be surprised...."

T: "Tell me. I won't tell anyone else. Promise..."

I thought of how to put it in words. This would never work. I'd be fired before I could quit. She would tell someone.

"Have sex with me," I said.

Dead silence. Surely she would notice my chest bulging with every beat. And just hearing that last word sent a buzz down my midsection and into my penis.

"Hmmm....." Terra slid off the desk.

Me: "I know. It sounds horrible."

T: "Sex with a co-worker? It happens all the time. If you would like me that way, fine and yes, I know I'm older than you. I look like a MILF, don't I?"

Me: "A MILF?"

"But you're young and, I would wager, inexperienced. You know you really want to."

I said nothing. Only watched her. Considered.

"When do you want to?"Terra asked.

Air dried in my throat. I had already thought of staying overnight for my assignments the next morning.

"Tonight," I said. "I'll be in the motel across the road. Can you come there?"

"I have a meeting." Terra grinned. Her face bore an expression I never thought I'd see. Seduction. "I can be there around 9."

"You're serious?"

"If you are, absolutely. Even if you stay around just two weeks longer, I'll do it with you." Terra winked. "Besides, you're young and good-looking. And of course, I'll never tell anyone about this and you'd better not either."

I nodded. "I'll keep my end of the deal."

"And I'll keep mine." Terra stepped back, picking up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "How long do you want me?"

"Overnight," I said.

"I'll do it. I just need to call my boyfriend to say I've decided to stay. You'd better cover your ass too."

I nodded again. 'Covered Ass', Tonight I would uncover Terra's ass.

I looked up as she passed me now. I thought about asking her to do something on the way out. Jiggle herself. Stick her butt out toward me. Let me kiss her.

I asked nothing. She left without another word.



The door opened and I stared. There she stood. Looking very normal.

For some reason I felt panicky. "Hey. Come on in."

Terra strode past the door frame and me. "You sound nervous."

"Yeah, a little." I closed the door and locked it. First the deadbolt, then the chain.

Terra was looking at me, carrying her bag. The same as in the office. No flashy attire, no trench coat, no evening gown or lingerie. It didn't matter."Don't worry about it," Terra said. "Anyone watching would probably just think I'm your mom."

"Mm..." I swallowed again, my mouth dry as desert. "Not funny."

"Uh-huh." Terra scowled as I walked past her, then turned and faced her. My penis was throbbing in expectation, and I just stared at her.

Terra laughed, and tossed her bag onto the bed. "Are you ready?"

"I think so." I breathed.

"Have you been thinking about what you'd like to do? With our evening together?"

I nodded.

"Well." Terra spread her arms and stared at me. "I'm here," she said. "We're together."

With a loud exhale, I sat on the bed. Terra peered at me. "What?"

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I've just...." I raised my hand to run through my hair. "Oh man!"

Terra sat down several inches from me. "What?!""

"I've never done this before."

Terra brought up one leg to pull off her boot. It thudded on the floor. "You're about to now. Don't back out on me now."

"I won't."

She withdrew the other boot and dropped it. "Then let's do it. Let's have some fun together. Tell me what you want me to do."

"And you'll do it?"

"I could probably teach you some new things," Terra said.

I swallowed again, trying to moisten my mouth with my tongue. I licked my lips.

"Would you like me to do that for you?"

"Do what?"

Terra edged closer. "Lick your mouth."

I stared at her."You're serious?"

"It's a good way to start." Terra rolled her eyes, then pursed her lips. "Let me kiss you."

I yielded. I pursed my lips and leaned toward her.

No sound. No smell. I felt and saw Terra's face approach mine as she scooted closer. Her hip touched mine and she leaned into me, eyes closed behind her glasses.

Her lips on mine. Wet, luscious, and experienced. We fastened together and I gasped, heart and penis both throbbing. Terra was kissing me. I felt her warmth and her breasts against my stomach. Her hands were behind my neck as we smooched repeatedly.

"Mmmmm, yes," she breathed, edging backward. "You're in the mood now."

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Part 3:


I leaned forward, then my arms, previously limp at my sides, came up. I touched her shoulder. Felt the mesh, her two straps underneath. Lay my other hand on her thigh, caressed her up and down. Kiss. Kiss. "Yes," Terra sighed. "Oh, yes. You do like this, don't you?" Kiss. Kiss.

I pulled away, shuddering with the thrill, now more certain. "Stand up."

Terra retreated, her lips glossy and mine now wet. Her body was there. Mine for the taking. Slowly she rose to a stand before me, bending over just a little. "Yes?"

"Um." I reached to my waist, untucking my shirt. I pulled it off rapidly, throwing it to the side.

Terra's head tilted, then she grinned. "Oh! You'll do fine."

"You'll be better." I paused, staring at her once more. "You're, you are so sexy."

"Mmm. Which part do you like best?" Terra asked.

"Boobs, I love your boobs. Big and soft."

"Oh, yes. My boyfriend loves my boobs too." Terra's hands came to her middle. She plucked the buttons out of their slots, one by one. "He loves tittie-fucking me."

Oh god. Terra had unbuttoned her mesh wrap and was taking it off. Sliding it from her shoulders.

The fabric drifted to the floor.

More. She can do more than this. "Could you turn around?" I asked her. "Let me see your ass?"

"Oh, you like my ass, too." Terra twisted her body, standing upright. The back of her pants was before me. "Didn't think you would be a booty lover."

"Your booty," I said. "Wiggle it for me?"

Terra bent over, expanding the view. She jiggled her hips, then settled into swaying right and left, weaving her covered ass cheeks before my eyes.

"God, Terra," I muttered.

Touch her. My hands reached up and each clasped a cheek.

Terra didn't respond. I was touching her.

Slowly I squeezed her flesh, groping her buttocks, rubbing my hands across her. With one finger I traced her crack from top to bottom. Now I felt and heard her breathing harder. Again I clasped her buttocks and squeezed harder.

I stood up. Had to do something. With my hands I pushed her back lower and she brought her own hands forward to steady herself on the other bed. Shirtless, I moved closer, bent my knees and rubbed my groin against her ass, feeling the trough between buttocks just barely, near my penis.

A sigh escaped Terra's lips.

My body snapped back. "Then take your clothes off now."

Terra stood straight, turned around and leaned back to sit on the bed, she bounced slightly, still in every other clothing article. Her shoulders were bare. She lowered her head."You have to dirty-talk them off me first," she told me.

Okay. "Take it off, babe," I said. "I want to see your lovely, luscious, titties."

"Mmm. Listen to what you've learned from the bathroom walls." Terra laughed as her hands moved to her shirt bottom. She pulled upward. Her head vanished behind the fabric as she slid it up across her chest, revealing her white bra. The neckline passed her head and now I saw her nearly topless and gasped, shivering even more with the thrill.

I couldn't wait. I drew closer, my hands outstretched. As soon as she had tossed the tank top away I was sliding my hands across her stomach, then her bra cups. Squeezing her covered boobs. Oh my god. Oh my god. Terra's eyelids fluttered and looked down to herself as I felt her buxom titties for the first time. Now I moved my hands downward and slid them up and inside.

Warmth and intoxication overwhelmed my senses. Terra's bra pressed my hands right up against her breasts. Her hot nipples ticked my palms and with both hands I squeezed hard, running the nipples between my fingers.

"Yesss," Terra breathed. "I'll bet you've dreamed about feeling my breasts. Do you like them?"

"Oh god, Terra," I managed. "Oh god."

Terra reached back, unsnapped the bra. With her hands she slid the straps from her shoulders and slipped it off from in front. Now she was topless and I leaned closer to see. My hands held her two very enormous breasts, tan like her skin, nipples red with her arousal. I pinched her flesh, groping her repeatedly.

"Mmmm," Terra murmured. "You know what you like. Yesss. You had your eyes on these for a long time, didn't you?"

"Made it hard to concentrate at work..." I grunted.

Briefly my eyes flickered down to her waist line.

"You nasty bastard," Terra breathed. "Uhhhh! ohhh!" Her body trembled. I had been rubbing her right nipple, squeezing her left breast. "Yes....Oh yes!!! Grope that tittie! Do you want to put your cock between them like my boyfriend does?"

"I don't know..."

Her waistline. I released my left hand and she moved her other hand up to replace it, groping herself, tossing her hair back as I slid forward, bringing her nearly onto my lap. Her pant-covered legs slid against mine. My left hand slid down her stomach and under her pants waistline. I felt Terra's panties and slipped my fingers lower.

Terra said nothing as I rubbed her under there. Oh my god, oh my god! I felt her pubic hair. Further down. Wetness smeared across my fingertips. I felt her crack. Softer skin. Terra's vagina.

I was touching Terra's vagina.

I pushed my fingers even more between her legs and now Terra jolted and gasped. "My god," she breathed. "Yes. That's it." I rubbed her pussy, sliding my bare leg across her covered legs. I palmed her breast, pinching her erect nipple, then the other. Then I lowered my head to taste her left breast. Licked the side of her boob. Kissed her nipple, then sucked.

"Oh god," Terra rasped. "Oh, so good. And come on let's go ahead and strip."

I was ready. My hand withdrew from her pussy and I stood up. Terra jerked up from the bed. I grabbed her shoulders and her breasts flounced about as she jerked toward me and I kissed her wildly, her naked breasts pushed against my own chest. Kiss. Smack. Her wet lips touching and clasping on mine. "Mmmm," she moaned, then gasped as she retreated, "Oh, you're better than I thought!" then silenced as my mouth sucked on hers. My other hand had covered my own penis. I was hard. Ready to explode. Not yet. I could hold out. I had to.

Terra lurched back, forcing her mouth away as she told me, "No more kisses until you're naked."

I nodded and yanked out my belt. Terra twisted her hips, standing just a foot away as she bent over to drop her pants. Legs. White panties. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and yanked them down over my bare feet, stepping out. Terra's bare legs. White panties.

Her hand slipped inside and she rubbed her own vagina, cooing softly. "This is how adult women pleasure themselves," she said.

Terra stripped off her panties. I beheld her naked at last as I pulled off my own underwear and my penis sprang out, flinging already-formed droplets from its tip. Terra barely glanced at it as she turned around, bending forward, showing me her bare ass. Wide, tan buttocks with a deep center crack that revealed her spot. Wrinkled flesh marked her vulva beneath it.

Then she faced me again, arms stretched upward to let her breasts ride high. She jerked her body up and down, letting her breasts jiggle.

One arm came down and she reached for my cock.

"If you touch it, I'll start to cum," I cried. "My god! I've never felt like this."

Terra grinned saucily, eyebrows high as her hands touched my chest and pushed me backward. My bare rear landed on the bed and I bounced, penis flopping, knees over the edge. Terra was kneeling. Kneeling before me.

"Bet you've never felt like this either." Her mouth opened wide and her chest shuddered as one knee hit the floor, then the other.

I braced myself on my hands, watching spellbound. Holy crap. "Terra!"

Without a word, Terra opened her mouth wider and her wet lips closed in and around my penis head, crackling with saliva. Absolute, utter thrill blazed through as Terra sucked my cock into her mouth, breathing through her nose, her brown eyes locked on mine as she withdrew it from her face.

My whole body shook and I almost screamed, it lodged in my throat.

"I'll...I'm about to cum!" I managed.

Terra nodded, flashing me a wicked expression as she plunged the penis back into her mouth and sucked up and down. OH ! MY ! GOD ! The feeling, incredible, SENSUOUS as my penis penetrated nearly to her throat, slick, wet flesh inside, spit sliding, her tongue and lips tickling me and now her throat buzzing, "Unnnngggghhhhhh"

I burst out. Hot semen poured into her mouth and Terra's tongue met it, pressing against my tip and then withdrawing, letting it hit her throat. Her lips closed even tighter and she pressed her face lower, nose touching my pubic hair then she twisted her face, digging me even deeper in.

Terra was swallowing. Each burst brought a new flow and she swallowed it all. Swallowing it down.

Thrill, fear, satisfaction, power and gratitude crowded my brain. Terra was sucking me off!

"Oh, god," I breathed. My legs trembled, toes locked together as I slowed. "Oh, god, Terra."

She moaned in reply, pulling her face from my penis. It slipped out from between her lips with a smack and she raised herself higher.

I breathed, my penis aching, still covered in cum and Terra's saliva.

She got to her feet and slid her body next to mine, easing onto the bed. Quietly she wrapped her hand around my penis and I turned with her as she squeezed the moist trunk, wringing her fingers about it, and then Terra spoke again, breathing hard, "Now it's your turn. Suck me."






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Part 4:

Terra's head leaned back on the pillow, hair at her neck, and she spread her legs wide. Wet pussy.

I clambered next to her and lowered my chin between her legs. "I've never done this before," I said.

"I'll teach you," Terra told me, then sighed, "Ahhhhhh."

Her body shivered. I was tasting her cunt. Folds of flesh, hot and wet. New tastes and sensations. While my own vigor rebuilt itself I would pleasure her as best I could.

Terra walked me through it, breathing hard but giving instructions. "Lick my clit," she breathed. "Now run your finger in little circles around it. Bring up some spit. Wet me down and then suck on it. Ohhh, suck me." I was doing it. Her fluids coated my lips. "Suck my pussy," Terra murmured. "Suck it good. Make me happy."

I kept sucking. Licking her. Kissing her vagina. Her knees bent upward, inner thighs clamped around my shoulders.

"Ohhh," Terra groaned. "You're making me very happy. Very happy."

She must have orgasmed, for the next thing I knew, Terra was breathing harder, crying out, almost as if hurt. For a moment I backed away but she kept telling me to do more. I increased the pressure, mashing my face into her vulva. Licking her. Sucking her fluids, now into my mouth, why not? and drooling them back into her canal. I brought up my hands to stimulate her. Her cries caught in her throat and she wheezed, moaning over and over, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes."

Moments later, I ceased. Terra encouraged me to tittie-fuck her. I was re-hardened enough and I squeezed her breasts as I mounted her stomach, braced on my knees, and slid forward to her breasts. Terra grasped my penis, eyeing it sensuously as she pulled it closer. With both hands she clasped her breasts together and I pushed my penis between her bulging orbs.

In, out. In and out. Leftover cum provided the lubricant. Terra watched me as we both jiggled on the bed. I stared down to her boobs as I thrust myself between them.

Forward, backward. Forward, backward. My thrill was coming. I breathed hard.

"Oooh, I love to be tittie-fucked by long-dick motherfuckers like you," Terra slurred.

I erupted but tried not to stop as the pleasure washed over me.

"Oooohhh, ahhhh," Terra murmured, sliding her own breasts forward and backward. "Come here and tittie-fuck me."

Warm semen coated her lower neck near her chin, and slid across her chest. Terra stuck her tongue out and craned her neck lower, as if to lick it from her own skin. My thrusting motions slowed and I groaned as the last burst of cum oozed from my head.

Terra grabbed her own bra and wiped off the gelatinous substance from herself as she slid down to the floor again, pulling on my legs. "I'll get you back up," she said.

Again Terra sucked me. No deep-throating this time, but over and over, kissing my trunk, teasing me with her tongue, sliding it in and out between her lips, licking me, working up saliva and slathering it across me. She was incredible. Middle-aged but an absolute knockout, especially when naked and sweaty. My eyes roved Terra's incredible breasts, dangling as she knelt before me, nipples still pert and red and bulging.

At one point Terra brought her mouth down to lick my balls, breathing on them, sucking, mashing her tongue up against them. "Ahhhhh." She chuckled, then jerked her head upward, mouth open and plunged my penis inside with her tongue writhing all the way down to her throat. She actually gagged a little as she brought it back out.

I shivered. I had almost cummed in her again. Almost.

Terra's bare legs straightened as she rose once more, squeezed and then released my spit-covered penis with her hand as she slid back onto the bed. I pulled my legs up, moving them straight before me, sure of what was coming.

For some reason I didn't worry about protection.

"Now." She hadn't spoken in some time. "Which do you like?"

Terra climbed onto me, her inner thighs pressed around my stomach. Her full weight settled on. Without speaking she eased backward, my penis meeting her ass crack, then with her knees bent she lifted herself upward. A droplet fell from her vagina, hovering almost directly over my penis.

"Me facing you, where you can see my face and boobs," Terra said. "One?"

Quickly she raised one leg and turned completely around on me, then settled back down, her ass on my stomach. Her broad crack spread apart and she jiggled her cheeks. "Or two?"

"Two," I gasped.

Terra shook her buttocks again and I reached forward to grasp them. Her hand, or both of them wrapped around my cock and she jerked up and down, still greasing on the trunk. Her groin raised off me. She aimed the penis directly between her legs.

Then Terra let go. Her weight landed on me and my cock speared her inside. "Ohmygod!" she exclaimed. "Oh. Ohhh! fuck!"

Wet, tight skin inside. Terra and I were joined.

She brought herself up, sliding around me, then down. Thrill blazed through my body. Up, down. Up, down. Terra rode my cock, her hair flipping across her shoulders, her elbows akimbo as she squeezed her own breasts. They would be flopping crazily. Turn her around!

Up, down, up and then down, and she jiggled her hips, wringing a cry from herself and likely an orgasm. Then I started. Cum erupted up into her and then I felt it spill back out, warm and wet. Terra gasped, still riding, her toes locked together near my armpits. "Oh, gooohhhd," she whimpered. "Oh, yes. Mm-hmm. Ohhhh. Unnghhhhh, oh yes."

"Terra," I gasped. "Turn around."

Terra raised herself again, my penis still slightly stiff and now firming even more. With her knees she raised herself up, sliding my jolting penis out of her vagina. Then she lifted her leg, swinging it around and twisting her body still mounted on my cock. Her inner thighs settled on my lap again as I gaped at Terra mounted on my cock, breasts dangling and still moist from sweat.

She rode up and down several more times. Her breasts bounced all over, hair flipping on her shoulders as Terra cried out again. Oh my god. Oh my god.

Slowly my thrill subsided. We had both orgasmed together.

Terra lifted herself from my cock and scooted down my legs on that sexy, gorgeous ass. Her body bent forward and she pulled the hair from her forehead, closing her eyes as she lowered her chin to my middle.

I reached down to grasp the back of her head.

"Suck my cock, Terra," I mumbled. "Suck it back up again."

Without another word Terra slipped the penis head into her face, sliding it up and down inside her wet cheeks. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

She withdrew it with a pop, then lapped at the moisture, giving me little kisses, tapping the head with her tongue. Then sucked my penis in again, teasing me inside with her tongue and pulling with even greater suction.

The increasing limpness quickly gave way to pumping rigidity. A few seconds inside Terra's mouth could do that anytime.

Terra shoved me once into her throat, gurgling deep down, then withdrew, slapped the penis to her tongue as she breathed out, then squeezed once with her hand and began sliding her body back up.

Not this time. I had seen her backside long enough to make me want it.

My hands stopped her by the shoulders. "Terra, I want to.. I want to do it in your ass."

Terra stared at me, mouth open. "Oh my god."

"You said you'd do anything for me." I sighed, gaping again at her large breasts, her spread-wide pussy, still moist. "That was our deal."

Terra said nothing as I slid up from the bed and stood on my knees before her, cock protruding forward as I pressed my body to her side, her breasts warm on my chest. I squeezed and rubbed her tits with both hands, pinching the nipples, enjoying the feel of her bare skin against my body. "Please," I said, and made eye contact. "Bend over."


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Part 5: The End

Terra swallowed and nodded, and turned around. On her knees, she braced her upper body with her hands and hiked her buttocks in the air. I knelt before her and fingered her pussy, rubbing the cum upward through her crack and into her tight asshole.

"Suck it first," Terra said.

I bent my head low and tongued her pussy and Terra shivered. I dragged my tongue around her opening, then stuck it in. Then slid upward, into her crack, spreading her cheeks wider as my tongue felt her skin pinched into her anus. Her whole body flinched.

This was impossible. I had just licked Terra's asshole.

I licked more and Terra sighed, her breath rasping, and said nothing. I licked the cum I'd left there, then withdrew my tongue, groping her ass cheeks as I walked closer on my knees, then used one hand to aim my penis directly toward her crack.

"Put it in me," Terra breathed. "Just put it in."

I thrust forward. My penis head pressed into her asshole, slippery on the cum. Then I pushed more. More. More. Sank in slowly, straining against her inside.

Terra screamed out, "Oh MY FUCKING GOD!"

I halted. Others would hear that! "Terra, I can stop if you want..."

"No, put it in!" she shrieked. "Fuck my ass!"

I pushed in more and my inner thighs touched Terra's ass cheeks. She swayed her buttocks to the left, wringing her cavity inside and I almost fell to the side with the thrill that erupted within and shot through my rock-hard cock. Terra twisted right and I tried to draw myself out, then thrust back in. I must have because then Terra cried out also, an orgasm racking her body.

I pulled out. Back in. Delirious with the thrill.

Terra leaned on her hands, keeping her ass upward as I penetrated. Slowly I stopped, breathing hard.

She craned her head back to stare at me. "No. Fuck me more. Oh my god. Oh my god."

"I'm exhausted," I panted.

"Kiss me," Terra said.

I spread my legs apart and pulled out a little. Terra's body shivered underneath me. I lay across her sweating back, trying not to put my full weight on her as finally I reached her mouth and locked lips. Terra's wet mouth clasped at mine repeatedly, more passionate than ever.

"Ohhh, fuck me again!" Terra shoved her ass backward, burying me deeper within her and now she screamed out even more, "Oh my goohhhhd!"

"Terra." I tried to whisper as I gasped and retreated from her back. "Someone will hear"

Terra was groaning more quietly and she didn't hear me. I lurched my groin back from hers, grasping her hips and buttocks and squeezing more as I drove forward.

"YeeaaGGHHH!" Terra screamed. "Oh, god, oh, GOD!"

My cum exploded again and shot up her ass. Terra fell to the bed, drawing her legs together, writhing. "Oh that's so good! Oh that's so good!"

On her side, she rolled over, bringing herself on top, and just twisted her ass in place. Her hair dangled on my face. The smell of her hot body, sweat, saliva and cum burned my senses. I brought my hands forward to grope both her boobs from behind.

I was still shooting into her as Terra strained upward. She shifted her body upright, straddling my stomach with her knees on the bed, and dripping juices from between her legs onto my skin. Slowly she raised her groin upward and my cock popped out of her ass with a quiet gooshing sound. Terra leaned over, breasts dragging on my chest, and her wide-open mouth closed over my lips.

"Mmm, my god," Terra murmured as we kissed. My hands slid between us and I groped her hot breasts.

Thrill coursed through my body.

Her lips finally moved away from mine. "I want you to fuck my ass one more time," she muttered, and she scooted back on her knees, vagina dripping on my stomach. My re-hardened penis touched her buttocks, and I could only breathe hard and watch as Terra leaned forward, twisting her left arm behind her to grasp my penis.

I reached up and squeezed her breasts again, then clasped Terra's waist and held her steady as she brought my cock closer to her backside.

Terra raised her groin and wiggled her hips as she leaned forward. I watched as her eyes closed and her tongue licked her lips. She kept stretching forward, pulling her buttocks wider apart for the penetration. Her fingers squeezed my trunk. I felt the tip of my cock touch her anus, and her body flinched.

Terra's eyes opened and she stared at me, upper body still twisted around to aim my penis into her ass. "One last time," she murmured. "One last time"

Slowly she pushed herself backward, almost screwing my penis into her ass.

"Mmm ! eeesh ! nyahh, oh god!" Terra breathed, her groin jolting. Her butt slapped down onto my inner thighs and her whole body quivered, impaled on my cock.

"Oh god, Terra, you're so hot," I grunted.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh, oh yeah." Terra dragged herself upward, making me convulse with the pleasure as her body slid around my penis. Then she fell back down, sk$$$$$ng herself and shrieking as she shook her body, then lifted up again, then fell down & up, down & up, down body jolting, face, hair, boobs and pussy in a vertical blur in front of me.

Spellbinding thrill warmed up from deep within and now I grabbed Terra's waist with both hands. As her whole body squirmed, I thrust myself all the way up into her ass , her asshole surrounded me, tight and hot and shivering. She thrashed in place and now screamed "oh god, oh god, OH GOD!" as her own orgasm began, and she ground her body on me, wriggling my cock inside herself. Instantly I erupted and felt my hot cum ejecting up her asshole, trapped inside by the incredible, sensuous pressure.

"Oh, Terra, ahhhh!" I shouted.

My grip kept my penis forced up her backdoor. Terra groaned, and I felt her muscles contracting around my penis, over and over and over with her orgasm. Her knees squeezed on my hips as she sighed, teeth biting her lower lip, and she pushed her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

Finally both of us were done cumming. Terra grunted as she struggled off me, slipping my long cock out from her asshole. At last it popped loose, and she flipped over to the side and slid down.

Then she leaned her head over my cock. Her lips pursed. Oh god she's so hot and nasty. I thought about protesting, "Terra, it's been up your ass" but silenced.

Terra kissed my cock head, letting the last bit of cum ooze onto her lips, then she wiped it off with her hand.

Terra crawled forward, to the bed's front, leaning her ass on the pillows and spreading her legs wide, knees bent up, as her hand slid down and rubbed her pussy. Up and down. In circles. Squishing in the cum that glistened inside.

I stared at her.

Terra spoke, staring at me. "Did you enjoy your fuck?"


Will post more stories if any bros request......

[AD69]

Hope to read more from you. :)

[Elementary]

Keep up the good work. Keep the story coming.

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To all bros who supported the thread so far.... sad to say i'll not be continuing with any more stories after the next one i'm about to post.... I do not know what i did to make someone zap me 2pts. If you guys dun like the story, just tell me and i can stop. Don't have to hit and run like a coward... Not leaving any name or reason only shows what kind of person you are.

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Bro, nice story. Pls continue:)

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This is a long story describing the growth of a repressed woman from beaten daughter to beaten wife into a fully developed woman with unusual urges. Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tape worn and head lice, the skinny body grew into adulthood.

BODY:

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned…..”





Awakening.





The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of “Hail Mary's” by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was, he was, for the first time in his life, unable to dispense a suitable punishment and suspected that the occupant of the booth, was not looking for forgiveness. The story he had listened to in silence, had taken him unprepared and, in truth, had found that little private place where he kept his erotic thoughts. Father Patrick, had a hard on, but forgave himself.



Mary had had a strict Catholic upbringing. As a child, she had grown up in the tied cottages of Enniskillen, third daughter to her Guinness loving Father and sixth child of her god-fearing mother. They never had much of anything. The money her Dad earned provided a meagre diet and just about kept a roof over their heads, although it leaked as did the second hand shoes, she and her siblings wore.



Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tape worn and head lice, the skinny body grew into adulthood.



The transition from child to adolescence wasn't without trauma. Mary had little in the way of formal education, only attending the Nuns charity classes at irregular intervals. Her knowledge of bodily functions, menstruation or anything at all to do with the mechanics of sex was sketchy, gleaned only from dirty photographs that did the rounds and innuendous conversations that alluded to the function of sex.



When her first period happened, she thought that her time was up, that God was punishing her for some misdemeanour. She thought she was going to die. It was a sister that noticed and tried to give her a quick biology lesson. Mary would rather have died than admit to her mother that she had a problem.



Approaching her seventeenth birthday, Mary visited her eldest sister in the Mercy Hospital after she had given birth to her third child. Teresa was only a year and a half older than Mary, but had developed a worldly knowledge of things carnal at an early age. She was cursed with good looks and found she liked the attention of the opposite sex. They may have been sisters, but there was a world of difference between them.



Mary had not inherited the striking eyes and hair, but looked dowdy, with mousy hair and a non-descript figure. It appealed to Tom, a porter at the hospital. Mary and Tom were married in a few months. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things.



The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, trying to protect her unborn child by instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the harsh treatment. She must have deserved it, she reasoned, otherwise, why would it happen?



By the time Eileen was six, Tom had gone, taken off with a woman from out of town. Last Mary heard, he was heading towards England. Stoically, she found fault with herself and raised the shutters in her mind. Her energies were spent entirely on Eileen and the child's welfare.



They lived in the council flat that was a breading ground for cockroaches and every manner of ailment that a close community can engender. Mary worked part time, filling shelves at the supermarket and earned what few pence more she could, taking in laundry. Eileen was clean, her clothes were always clean and she gained an education of sorts at the local comprehensive. They were only separated once, shortly before Tom left, never to return. Mary suffered an miscarried pregnancy that resulted in the need for her ovaries to be removed. Mary blamed herself for the problem and thought that Tom had every right to leave as he did.



They managed to survive reasonably happily. Eileen grew into a striking young lady and then a beautiful teenager who found work and tried to ease the burden on her mother with a few pounds from her small wage.

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Was pleasantly surprised that some bros upped my points after the freak incident of being zapped for no reason. Will post part 2 and 3 of story tonight... Thanks bros for the support. Pls leave your nick after upping me so i can return the favour asap.

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Part 2:

But it all changed one day, it was this that the priest had listened to, hardly daring to breathe while it poured out from this woman he had known since his childhood.



Mary didn't get to go on the supermarket checkouts too often because of her lack of schooling. Although the automatic reader totaled up the balance and electronically told her how much she should take and what change she should give, Mary still struggled to count the right money and often made mistakes. This day however, that was to change her life irrevocably. Mary was sat of once at the express lane for baskets only.



She glanced at the customer, noticing only that he was male and his shopping was for one. He was unremarkable she processed his goods through the scanner, packed then into a carrier bag as she went. Took his money and offered the change. She would have instantly gone on to the next customer, but a rich vibrato voice informed her she had made a mistake and the hand that belonged to the voice was trying to return some coins that she had given. Mary began to fluster as she always did in these circumstances and in her panic, couldn't find the key to open the cash drawer.



Eventually, she fought for control of her senses and thanked him for his honesty while shutting the errant drawer. That was it really. Mary sat at the till for the rest of the day. Her unflattering light blue uniform covering her, with her hair savagely pulled back in a tight bun, unremarkable in her self and mostly unnoticeable to any observer.



Mary had taken to allowing herself the luxury of a coffee latte on her way home. It was perhaps, the only luxury she did have. Her usual table was empty and her conversation with the serving girl was restricted to her request for the foamy beverage. Mary revelled in her private thoughts and was oblivious of the rest of the world as it went about its business.



“Mind if I join you.” There was something familiar about the rich tenor of the voice, but Mary merely nodded her consent and didn't look up.



“Looks like rain again.” He remarked causally, “I don't know when summer is going to start do you?”



Mary looked up at the direct question and shook her head. She had never learned the niceties of conversation and preferred to stay quiet.



“Ah! I almost didn't recognize you. You're the girl at the checkout aren't you?” His smile creased his eyes and deepened the azure quality of the blue.



Mary blushed furiously, remembering him now and then associating him with her error.



“I…I'm sorry for the mistake.” Her tremulous voice was barely audible over the hubbub of the coffee shop and nervously, she wrung her hands in her lap below the level of the table and beyond his sight. Her own eyes remained downcast and she wished that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.



Ah! No worries.” He said easily, “We all make them don’t we?” She caught the movement of his hands as he used them to emphasize his words. She flinched, thinking he was about to strike her, he noticed the involuntary spasm. He dropped his hands so they lay flat on the table and consciously kept them there.



“I didn't get you name.”



“Mary.”



“Well hello Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She looked up sharply to see if he was making fun of her with condescension, but she met a pair of smiling eyes that, although creased with a smile, were not cruel in anyway. Her flush of anxiety was becoming one of something else and she started to fluster again.



“Where does Mary come from I wonder?” His question could have been taken in a mocking sense, but his smile told otherwise. “And I wonder what Mary is like away from the Supermarket?”



“I'm sure I don't know.” She answered and then continued, “I have to go now.”



“Ah! Now that is a shame so it is. Wouldn't you stay for another and keep a lone man company?” He indicated her half empty coffee cup as he asked the question.



Mary was mortified. Her total experience of men talking to her was her father, usually angry; her husband, also angry and usually drunk; her priest and the doctor, but him, only when she absolutely had to go. The Manager at the supermarket rarely said more than one or two words and that was it for verbal contact with the male of the species. She rushed from the table, colliding with the next in her haste to get away and leaving behind, a carrier bag with that night's dinner and a bemused man who wondered what on earth had gotten into the woman.



That night, as she lay in her bed, covered from head to toe in a flannelette nightgown and blankets pulled up to her chin, Mary dreamed. She dreamed of this stranger and in a completely naive innocence, dreamt of his holding her in his arms, warm and protective. Sex was not part of her subconscious; it was an event that had happened on a few occasions when Tom stank of Guinness or whiskey. It had resulted in her lovely daughter and the removal of her ability to have children. Sex had never been a joyous explosion of feelings and nerve jangling climaxes. Sex was a sordid and shameful subject, only to be done to create a child. That was why Tom was right to leave. She couldn't give him children. It was all her fault.



“Hail Mary Mother of god…….”. Even in her sleep, Mary was completely subjugate to her religion and fervently believed herself to be the most loathsome woman ever to have disgraced his garden.



But, a seed of doubt had been sown. Someone had taken enough interest in her to talk.

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Part 3:

They saw each other once or twice over the next few days. He bought her a coffee and she returned the compliment the very next time. Their conversation was more than a little stinted. Mary couldn't find the ways to articulate, unused to describing herself or her life, believing them to be uninteresting. She would rather have sat there, listening to him tell her of his travels around the world as a sailor in the Merchant Navy. Whole vistas of unimaginable scenes flowed around her mind as his narrative enticed and lured her out of her mundane and urban life to the tropics and the Far East.



Mary found herself looking critically in her bedroom mirror and realised that she was nothing at all to look at. Her clothing, although clean, was not fashionable in any century she knew of. She threw her blouse, skirt and underwear to the floor in disgust and then, hesitantly, looked critically at her naked body for the first time in her life.



Looking back at her was a slightly built woman, obviously approaching her forties, but had not been ruined by constant childbirth. Her hair, always a constant source of annoyance, was still pulled back and tightly wound into her normal bun. Mary pulled the pins and allowed her hair to cascade; pleased with the way it fell to below her shoulder blades and waved in natural curves. The mousy colour had deepened into a chestnut that had a rich lustre about it. She could hardly believe that it was her hair and was amazed at its length and vibrancy of colour. The only time it was unwound was when she washed it. Then, while wet, it appeared to be black and lank.



She skipped her face, not wanting to be too critical in her appraisal and looked at her breasts, noticing for the first time in her life, that the left one was slightly smaller than the right, but not too noticeable. Her bra size had remained the same since her wedding, 34 B cup. It was a good size she thought.



Her stomach was still quite firm and flat. You had to really look hard to see any stretch marks. She noticed a dark brown mole on her left hip.



Mary’s pubic area had a lush growth of hair, darker than her head that formed an almost perfect triangle, with slightly curved sides. She spent little time admiring that part of her body, but travelled to her legs. They were good legs by any one's reckoning. The skin was flawless and almost transparent in whiteness. Her musculature was clearly visible beneath the taut covering. Only a few hairs grew below her knee. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet.



All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.



Then Mary asked herself out loud to the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I looking at? She didn't know the answer to either question and in her naivety, she was not aware that she was in preparation for a sexual encounter and was merely checking out the validity of what she was offering.



She looked at her legs again, remembering the only time she had worn a short skirt. She had only got to the foot of the stairs when her father screamed at her and tore the clothes from her back, repeating over and over as he beat her. Ye harlot ye, I'll learn yeah, ye harlot and Jezebel. It took Mary several years more to find out what a harlot was and who Jezebel was supposed to be. That was one thing she never forgave her father for. The beatings she thought she deserved, but never to be called anything like that.



Mary dressed in her usual black or dark brown shapeless dress and cinched it together with a plastic belt effectively hiding any allure she might have had. But, she left her hair down.



A few days later, she met him again. Her confidence grew in exponential increments with every encounter. She was still to talk about herself and still did not know his name.



“Mary…” He had a way of saying her name that made it sound like the most beautiful word in the language. “Mary, I have sat here and told you al about me and not once have I asked you anything about you. Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have brothers, sisters anything or anything and everything?”



“You might have told me so much about you, but you never have told me your name.”



“Oh Bejayzus!” He threw his hands up and almost fell over backwards off the stools they were sitting on. Mary smiled at his actions and blushed at his profanity of the Lord's name.



“So I haven't. It’s Michael, Michael Donnelly and very pleased it is to be meeting with you.” He lapsed into an Irish drogue that sounded peculiar from an Irishman and had Mary laughing fit to bust before she realised the spectacle she was making of herself and quickly brought herself under control.



“Ah Mary, Mary, that is a grand smile you be having there, ‘tis a shame to be hiding it.” His eyes danced in merriment and Mary felt her heart lurch.



Somehow, they sat there for an hour while she told him of her life to this point. He listened and made no comments while she spoke, just the occasional shake of his head, as if in disbelief. Mary talked and talked until she realised the time.



“Oh Mercy!” She wailed through her fingers as they covered her mouth in shock. Eileen will be after killing me or ringing the hospitals. I have to go home. She jumped up, spilling an empty coffee cup as her thigh caught the edge of the table. She grabbed her bags and was on the point of flight.



“I'll drive you.” He said it simply, but in a voice that was not about to take no for an answer.



“I..I Couldn't.” She protested weakly, but it was already settled as he relieved her of her bags and guided her to the exit and his car waiting in the parking zone.



She directed him and observed the casual ease with which he negotiated the evening traffic. She also took the opportunity to appraise his form, features and body.



She guessed him to be a few years older than her. His years at sea had ingrained lines into his face, but wasn't detrimental to the whole aspect. His black hair was swept back off his forehead was in need of cutting and flicked up at the nape of his neck.



His open necked sport shirt showed his torso to be quite well built, certainly not He Man, but well proportioned and powerful. His slacks gave nothing away, but were neatly pressed and clean. Mary liked his teeth. They had whiteness to them and uniformity rarely seen. She also liked his mouth; the expressive quirks and full lips did things to her imagination.

Mary noticed her curtains twitch as she and Michael ascended the stone stairs to her front door. He carried the bags and then left her with a cheery wave and a private smile that passed between them.



Eileen fairly gushed as her mother shut the door in an obvious reflective state of mind. Demanding to know whom the Hunk, as she put it, was and where did she know him from. Mary fended off the inquisition and prepared dinner in a distracted vortex of mangled thought.



She found herself preening, something she had never done before, but there she was, in front of the mirror, preening and primping her hair.



They continued to meet at the coffee shop. Daily, easily chatting and talking, getting to know each other until, one particular Friday. This Friday was different because Michael asked her out.



“Perhaps we could go to the pictures, dancing or how about a meal?” He asked; Mary accepted with out hesitation, but then the doubts crowded in.



What would she wear? How did you go on a date? She began to panic again and left hurriedly to the safe domain of the flat. Eileen proved to be invaluable, calming and then knowledgeable. Secretly, she was thrilled for her mother and pulled out all the stops. Although Mary couldn't really afford it, they went clothes shopping, a first of many firsts to come. Mary ceded to Eileen's dress sense and at the end of the wearying excursion, had to admit that her purchases looked fantastic.



Just before the appointed time of Michael picking her up; Mary cast an appreciative glance and twirl over her ensemble. She would never in here life, have picked out pastel colours, but had to agree that the subtle shades and fineness of the materials accentuated her figure and highlighted her hair. Another first was the introduction of makeup. Mary had never once worn anything on her face apart from a bruise. Eileen had once again, worked a magic that even Mary had to admit, was perfect.



Michael arrived punctually and waited in the living room while Mary touched up and preened with Eileen in attendance. Then, together they entered the living room and faced Him, One young girl presenting her prodigy for inspection, the other a middle-aged woman who was feeling very young and more nervous than she had ever been in her life. This was it, a first step on a path that she could have no idea of its destination.



Michael smiled that winning smile that lit his eyes as he turned from the mantelpiece.

[asahi06]

Good job bro.Please continue.:)

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Part 4:

“OH! I must be in the wrong house, I thought Mary lived here, but I must be wrong.” His teasing pleased Eileen and produced a playful punch from her to his arm.



“Mary, you look stunning.” The simplicity of his comment and the sincerity with which it was delivered went straight to her heart. If she wasn’t in love before with this man, she was now and she liked the feeling. “Shall we go?” He offered his arm and they left to go to the movies.



Mary couldn’t remember the film; the actors or the plot, so wrapped in the attentions of Michael was she, that any peripheral stimulation was ignored. The film finished and they filed out into the cool night air. It must have rained, but she didn’t notice. They had a drink in a local bar and then decided to go home to Mary’s flat for a coffee.



They climbed the stone steps and Mary fished around in her purse for the keys. Eventually, she found them and began to unlock the door. Michael grasped her lightly, but firmly enough to turn her around to face him. Instinctively, she lifted her eyes to see what he intended and realised that he was going to kiss her.



It was a tender brush of lips, the first act of passion she had ever had and a moment that burned into her memory for always.



“I have wanted to do that for a long time Mary.” Michael breathed into her ear as he gently held her in his arms. Then he kissed her again, parting his lips, Mary responded and felt his tongue run across her teeth. Her knees very nearly gave way as her heart raced and thumped in her breast.



She had to break it off in case she feinted and turned to open the door.



“Goodnight Mary. Thank you for the evening.” He was turning to go, but Mary almost squeaked her plea for him to come in for the promised coffee.



She put the kettle on the gas ring and scooted Eileen out who was lurking in the kitchen, eager to hear all that had happened on the night out. Tactfully, she withdrew to her bedroom when she learned that Michael was sitting in the front room.



After the coffee, they sat silently side by side on the settee, contemplating what was next. They had shared a first kiss, for Mary, her first real kiss. She didn’t know what came next because sex had only been for the procreation of children or the gratification of her husband.



Michael took her hand in his and twisted towards her. He could see the confusion running across her face like print on a page. She looked like a stricken mouse at the mercy of a cat.

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Bros, pls up my points if you guys think i'm doing ok... I'll be posting more stories if you guys like and i see see some respond from this thread.

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Bravo..keep cumming....sorry bro as me no points to up you. Can only praise you:D

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Part 5:

“Mary, I would love to make love to you, but, knowing what has gone before, would prefer wait if that is what you want. I think you are an absolutely fantastic woman, so beautiful and I am falling in love with you and don’t want to spoil anything between us.”



Mary silently rose from the settee and wordlessly dragged him to the door and then up to her bedroom. It looked to be a confident action, but was far from confident. She thought she would stop breathing and couldn’t swallow her heart that felt like a lump in her throat. She couldn’t have spoken, even if she had known what to say.



He quietly closed the bedroom door and stood face to face beside the bed and kissed her again, gently on her lips with her face between his hands. He could feel her heart tripping against his chest and the trembling of her nerve wracked body. He took things slowly, kissing and licking her lips while he stroked the small of her back in a soothing massage. Gradually, she settled down and controlled her breathing.



His next move raised her heart rate again until it was almost painful. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and pried it through the buttonhole, then, the next down was undone revealing the tops of her heaving breasts.



He kissed her throat and neck, all the time massaging her lower back and manipulating the next button down and the next until the blouse fell open. Her new white bra was all that was between his hand and her untouched flesh. Somehow, the massage was keeping her upright; her knees had long since given up the unequal struggle of supporting her.



She heard rather than felt the zipper of her new skirt undo and the lined skirt fell in a halo around her ankles. Her semi-nakedness felt right, but she couldn’t help the self-conscious trepidation, would he like what he saw? She needn’t have worried, because Michael’s jaw almost dropped open before he gathered his wits enough to exclaim.



“Mary, you are beautiful. My god, but you are beautiful.”



He took his shirt off, baring his broad chest and muscular arms; they lay together on the bed.



After a short, but unhurried while, they lay, holding each other naked, face-to-face and side-by-side. He kissed her and Mary kissed him back. Her hands explored his skin, traversed his chest and held him close in an embrace of love. She could feel his cock, hardened, pressing against her lower abdomen and knew she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the strength of his manhood spreading her from the inside. She wanted his seed and wanted his love.



His gentle hands felt her breast, slowly circulating her nipple, causing it to pucker and harden under his palm. She caught her breath and cried out a little as she mini-orgasmed. His lips found her nipples and drew the hard nub into his mouth and suckled. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face down in her desperation to feel the intense pleasure his ministrations were causing.



His fingers played her skin, tracing curves and following the contours of her body sending shivers across her body in tidal waves of mounting pressure that needed a release. Her own questing hands, found his buttocks and grasped in a strong grip, pulling his body into hers as if they would meld into one flesh.



He found her mons and gently pulled her hairs in a teasing circular winding around his fingers. It was almost too much for her; she arched her back and then thrust her hips upward. His kisses followed the trail his fingers had traced until his warm breath wafted over her pubic hair in a susurration of heated breeze.



He kissed her mound and flicked his tongue over her rapidly hardening clit. It had never been touched before in anything like an erotic manner. The explosion in her brain was electric and a gasp tore from her throat.



They made love in an unhurried way. He made everything he did a special event. His first thrust into her soaked pussy was a slow delivery of his muscle in an exploratory incision to prepare her for the next slow thrust. She felt every vein of his cock as it slid into her tight pussy and the slowness was an excruciating invasion of her inner self. Mary, who had never touched herself, believing it to be a sin and dirty, suddenly found a realm of feelings in her world that she had never before explored.



Unashamedly, she came and gushed her lubricant over his cock and hair while he pressed forwards again, burying himself into her. Instinctively, her knees came up and then wrapped around his waist, allowing him an uninterrupted entry to her very deepest parts.



In minute increments, he increased his pace, withdrawing almost all of the way and then pushing his powerful muscle into her waiting cunt. Imperceptively, he managed to increase his depth until his balls met the resistance of her upturned anus. He was as deep as his cock would go and he knew his own climax was not very far away.



“You are so beautiful,” He breathed into her ear and then, repeated it again and again, in time with his thrusting until, he exploded inside her. His teeth clenched and his hands drawn into tight fists as the spasms rocked him and her inner muscles milked his seed from him in a primeval hunger.



Sweat soaked, they lay enjoined and revelled in the act of love they had just shared. Mary clasped him to her breast, feeling the tiny receding shudders of his after shocks and spasms, thinking that she had never felt anything quite as beautiful as this moment; her lover still joined and twitching inside her, his seed seeping from her and trickling over her anus and her own heart pumping into a regulated rhythm.



Mary’s world had just expanded and she knew that this was her embarkation on a journey to some end, far in the future.



“I love you.” She told him needlessly. “I want to experience it all, explore the whole thing and please you. Help me in this Michael, please?

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In her room, Eileen had listened to the actions of their lovemaking and rejoiced in her mother’s pleasure. Her own orgasm had come long before theirs and included the application of her best friend, as she called the big black vibrator she kept hidden in a shoe box under the bed.



The three slept in contentment, separate in their thoughts but joined in satiation.

Ooppsss... Missed this few lines out on the last post...

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Any kind of support from bros out there is greatly appreciated. Here goes.....


Chapter two: Exploration


The change in Mary was remarkable and eminently noticeable. From being the shy diminutive figure, frightened of her own shadow and scared stiff of conflict and confrontation, she had become a confident and assertive woman. She faced the daily challenge of her limited education and overcame her painful lack of social graces. She had a voice and an opinion and was quite prepared to use them.



A bi-product of her newly attained persona was interest from the opposite sex. In her job at the Supermarket, she often came into contact with members of the public and, instead of shrinking and wilting before their questioning eyes; she looked up and faced them as an equal. Men, for some reason, find an assertive woman irresistible. Mary had the looks, which helped, but now, instead of hiding in a non-descript uniform, she openly advertised her body. Not in any overt way, but just by standing up and facing people with her chest and chin up.



Mary had also changed her hair style, allowing her luxuriant locks to flow and frame her face instead of being savagely pulled back and wound into a tight bun.



What had really changed in Mary though, beyond anything else, were her sense of self and an awareness of her sexuality. She exploited the situation mercilessly and was not beyond enticement to gain an advantage. Her Manager stood little chance when she asked for a raise. Somehow, inadvertently, a button or two had popped open just before she entered his office. Although she didn’t have large breasts, the well fitted wonder bra created a cleavage that he could hardly take his eyes from. It was her tits that scored the raise, and what’s more, she knew it.



She later told Michael and laughed as she described Mister Bingleys eyes almost popping out of his head as she leaned forward and almost had a popping out of her own.



She and Michael were now a very definite couple. Three months had passed during which, he had moved in and brought all of his better quality furniture and his companion Defor. Defor, not an original thought process to come up with Defor dog, was an adolescent Labrador who liked nothing more than resting before embarking on a prolonged rest period, followed by sleep. Mary’s remark that he should have been called cushion had Michael laughing too hard, ending up in a fit of coughing.



In the three months, Mary had learned of just about every possible position in which to make love. Given the limitations of their middle-aged bodies, they managed a fair proportion of the Karma-Sutra and even invented their own adaptations of the graphics.



Their lovemaking was sometimes frantic, tearing clothing off of bodies in desperation to get naked. Sometimes it was slow and careful, with caresses and tenderness. Other times, it was a more functional method of Mary learning techniques and what it was that got her engine running. They were not quite so choosy about location either. Whenever the fancy took, then the place seemed not to matter too much. Mary’s inhibitions had all evaporated after a few days of Michael’s passion.



Mary considered one of their sessions a little kinky though. He had visited her at work to share lunch. They ended up in the stock room with her sitting on a produce shelf while he fucked her into the dexion racking. Afterward, she pulled her briefs back up and had his semen collecting and drying in the gusset for the rest of the day. By the time he got home from work, she was so rampant that he didn’t even get the chance to put his keys on the hook, before she had stripped him and was sucking his juices out through his cock.



They had settled into a comfortable, although sexually charged, partnership. Each had no doubt of the others feelings and had no qualms in telling each other, just how much they loved. The whole world could know as far as they were concerned and anyone who knew them was under no uncertainties.

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Part 2:

They had been watching a mildly erotic television play. The plot was about an older professor who was wrecking his marriage and career over a liaison with a student. Some of the scenes were quite graphic and included a scene of two men and the young student. It sparked an interest in Mary, but she didn’t say anything until much later, just as Michael was shuddering his orgasm between her legs.



“I want to watch a porn film.” She announced. “I want to watch a porn film with sex, in all its forms. I want to experience the pleasure I know you get, from seeing films of sex.” She left the statement hanging in the heated air between them while Michael heaved his body off of her and lay panting from the recent exertion.



The air cooled as he laid next to her, thinking about what she had said. For once, he felt an uncertainty and wondered what kind of sleeping leviathan he had awoken. It was an exciting development, but he felt uncertain of her motives. It was a typical male ego trip, thinking pornography to be a singularly male trait. Mary telling him that she wanted to watch actors’ screw each other undermined his masculinity and also made him question whether he was enough for her.



Mary felt his trepidation, but allowed him to stew on it for a while as she enjoyed the feeling of his seed as it seeped from her body and pooled between her cheeks.



Their sex had been a revelation to Mary. For the first time in her life, she had discovered that it was a pleasurable experience and a wonderful way of expressing love. She gave her heart every time and was rewarded with his gratitude, consideration and love. Mary had found an outlet for pent up frustration, although she had no idea what it was she had missed until Michael turned up. Now, she positively anticipated his homecoming or the next chance they had to couple and mate.



There had to be more though. They had tried so many positions with varying amounts of success, but Michael was always the instigator of what they did and how. She loved the feeling of his tongue as it lapped her moistened sex and his sucking her clit into his mouth, drove her mad. But, it was always Michael giving her pleasure and her taking it. In a small way, it was a subjugation caused by her inexperience and naivety. She had had his cock in her mouth, but it was at his guidance and only as a prelude to sex. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cock explode in her mouth. Mary knew that it was only his way of loving her and being gentle with her blossoming sexual repertoire.



One way to learn was to observe the professionals and the antics they got up to. Mary knew of pornography, although she had never seen any, but she knew of its existence and decided that it would be her passport to a sexual freedom and emancipation.



“Michael.” She began softly. “I love you with all my heart. Surely you must know this? But, I want to be able to do more and in learning, broaden our horizons. Porn films are merely a method of learning through visual stimulation. You have nothing to fear my love I will never do anything to spoil what we have.” She turned into his arms, and soon was sleeping the sleep of the satiated.



Several borrowed and rented films later, Mary had watched as many suck and fuck films, as she wanted. On many occasions, they experimented and learned even more about each other’s bodies. She found that she liked the taste of Michael in her mouth, but really got turned on when she sucked him until he was just about to cum, then take him from her mouth and rub him while she knelt facing him and frigged herself, until his seed spurted onto her waiting and willing tongue from as far away as possible without losing it. His reaction as she made a show of swallowing his fluids tipped her over the edge.



She also found that anal sex in limited amounts got her so hot that when he did eventually enter her vagina, her orgasm would flow over her in crashing waves and leave her almost bereft of will.

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Part 3:

They had gone out and chosen a vibrator. A flesh coloured twisting cock that often joined Michael in her body. She especially liked it if he fucked her with it while she sucked his penis, imagining that she had two lovers. Once, they had tried it as a sandwich, the vibrator in her cunt while he fucked her arse. It was okay, but the pressure on the dividing membrane soon made it uncomfortable. She also used it on occasion when he was out at work while she was watching sex films on video.



The films fuelled her imagination. Instead of feeling revulsion as a woman sucked another in a lesbian clinch, she wondered what it would be like and felt what was becoming a familiar heat in her belly. She also wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time one fucking her cunt while the other fucked her face. The idea of being tied and mock forced also intrigued her. Mary almost ached to have these experiences, but couldn’t be sure that Michael would allow it. Somehow, she was going to have to engineer an opportunity to broach the subject.



It came one day, from an unexpected angle. They had gone away for the weekend to visit his parents, leaving the flat to Eileen and her boyfriend. The weather was foul as they drove around the motorway and then the car sputtered to a halt with steam pouring out from under the bonnet. The rescue services towed them back to Enniskillen and pronounced the car ready for the scrap heap. Michael was heart broken; he had had the car since college days, but admitted that it probably was beyond its useful life.



Silently, they entered the flat and went to the kitchen to make tea. Mary heard Eileen sobbing in the front room her motherly concern was immediately aroused. She left Michael to the kettle and went to find out what was wrong.



Eileen was sitting on one of the settees, a pile of tissues around her drawn up legs. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with the boyfriend and he had gone.



Mary comforted Eileen, taking her into her arms and rocking the grief stricken girl. She glanced at the silent television and was mildly surprised to see that a porn film was playing on the VCR. She took no notice for a moment and comforted Eileen who was beginning to settle down.



Michael brought in three mugs of tea on a tray and set it down on the coffee table. Then he gasped as he spotted the scenes on the video. Mary, who looked to see what he was looking at, noticed his sharp intake of breath. In full view was Eileen with her boyfriend buried into her shaven cunt. It was obvious from the scenes that it had been shot in the room they now occupied. Then the digital Eileen sucked the quite large cock and deep throated him to orgasm.



Neither Michael nor Mary said anything or moved. They were stunned into watching the scene as it unfolded before them until Eileen realised their stillness and silence. Then she realised what had so transfixed them and rushed up to switch it off. They had seen enough to have nothing left to imagination.



“Um, where did you get the camera?” It was Mary that broke the spell. “Was that Martin on the film?” Keep it natural and calm, she thought to herself. Eileen was going to be embarrassed enough and it didn’t need any histrionics from her to make it worse.



Eileen told them how she had borrowed the camera from College. She and Martin had been dating for a few years and had been sexually active since her fifteenth year. At eighteen, she thought they would marry, but tonight’s revelation had destroyed that in a sword like cut. Martin had been selling copies of the film to his mates and had found someone else who was less of a slut to go out with.

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Seems like no one is interested in the stories.... mmmmm??? Should i even continue? Since no one is reading, maybe it's a good time to stop....