Terra is every man’s dream … attractive, charming, smart, with a sense of humor, with a rich soul. The truth is that she was a dream not because of these wonderful qualities, but because of the fact that she was a great slut in bed. Yes – a magnificent 36-year-old whore – wild, liberated, experienced, knowing her body, polyorgasmic. It ended wild, noisily, many times – to watch, hear and feel it was magical. It looked like a trance, as if it had come from antiquity. Maybe a trance that was meant to show something, to gift something.
Because there were many beautiful and intelligent women, but to experience sex with such insatiable pleasure – that was the special thing. The men sniffed it immediately and stuck like magnets.
Terra had a lot of fantasies. But she didn’t stay on the level of just fantasizing. She always fulfilled her desires. Over time, however, this has undergone an interesting change. If before she was eagerly throwing herself into another perverted game, now she was in no hurry and waiting. She waited for her mind to arrange the puzzle pieces of the fantasy itself, to clear the superfluous, to sift out only the strongest and most influential elements.
This process was extremely exciting. But she appreciated it and loved the gradual kindling of the lustful devil inside. If before waiting it irritated her and made her impatient, now it was a pleasant tickling stimulus, which – here’s the interesting thing! – irritated her much more deeply, truly, and strongly, but she controlled her own emotions, tamed her inner fiery sexual energy, and turned it into a powerful charge, subservient to her very nature. And if before this energy spontaneity was subject to external factors, and she simply followed it, now she was its own center, power depended on her and the external influenced only if she wanted and allowed it. In other words – Terra controlled the demons.
The new vicious wick ignited from her dream. She dreams that she was in an old house, in the woods, in a wild and deserted place. The feeling of detachment from the world was so strong that she shivered. Suddenly a powerful excitement swept over her, as if someone had flooded her. Terra felt moisture between her thighs, her nipples hardened, her skin bristled … she was in bed … she threw her head back, groaned passionately, her legs spread wide to the side, along with her arms. It seems like someone or something played with her and inflamed her up.
She began to hear male voices. She tried to focus and hear clearly, but she struggled with the excitement, which was absolutely magical. The voices became clearer, but only as an intonation – her mind sensed that this was not ordinary speech, but low-frequency speech, instinctive vomiting of dirt, vulgarities, cynicism. Quietly but powerfully, many men simultaneously uttered vulgar, filthy, perverted words with that peculiar intonation woven into heavy breathing and groaning. Men who penetrated women’s pussies with their cocks and gave a verbal expression to the animal passion that drove them. Men who pounded to the bottom with hard studs that dissolved, emptied, filled with semen. Men, in a special state, subduing with their strength. It was as if Terra was inside numerous sexual experiences – inside, not as a presence or observation.
This stroke her mind hard. A loud moan echoed through the space, and she felt her slit penetrate, crucified her, and a strong hardness began to push her to the bottom. Terra groaned madly. The invisible cock hit her so hard, male voices incessantly spewed down dirty words, she felt strong vibrations in her whole being and exploded into an abnormally strange orgasm that brought her back to reality.
For about 20 minutes, Terra calmed her breathing and adapted. She had never dreamed of such a vivid realistic erotic dream with an orgasm. She was all pulsating. She was sweaty. She began to touch herself in the dark and was shocked when she touched the spot between her legs – except for being soaked in wet, she was without a bikini. She slept in an ethereal white nightgown and, after a shower, certainly put on pink lace panties.
Terra turned on her night light and saw her panties on the ground. He was surprised to find that they were torn. Something made her smell them. She could clearly smell the strong smell of semen. She was absolutely amazed. She felt an urgent need to drink something. With a glass of red wine, she returned to the bedroom, sat down, and leaned back on her pillows. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her emotions were pounding, her thoughts could not be arranged. After a few sips of wine, she calmed down. Naturally, the inner feeling cleared, and she realized that this was not exactly a dream, but another type of experience she had never known in such a pure form. She felt calm and warm. It was as if she arranged her shifted psycho-emotional parts. She relaxed in complete harmony. She smiled. She felt something inside her. This was the anticipation of the future perversion, the basis, filling and details of which she would yet invent and develop…
This is the beginning of a series of stories 🙂
To be continued…
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