Terri's Ultimate Sexual Encounter by Qxpcgtralmzwsjc Bored and lonely, Terri Runnels sat backstage in a secluded dressing room. The WWF was too focused on Vince McMahon and his stupid divorce angle to care about finding television time for the WWF superstars. As Vince and his family continued to hog increasing amounts of television time, there was nothing for many lesser-known WWF superstars to do except to go home or sit backstage and hope that they would be needed. Such was the case for poor Terri. Sure, the money was decent, and it was sort of fun to travel all across the country and see all of the different places. But was it worth sacrificing so much time out of her life? She wasn't getting any younger, and ever since she divorced her previous husband, Dustin, due to his weird pirate and cowboy fixations, she had been lonely. If she wasn't getting on TV and getting noticed by millions, it would be nice for at least one man to notice her. To touch her... to caress her... to... Terri slipped out of her tight midriff T-shirt and spandex shorts, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her sexual thoughts had already left her aroused, and both of her nipples stood stiffly out from her generously-sized breasts. She could feel a trickle of wetness beginning to run out of her pussy, and she slipped a hand down past the light patch of brown pubic hair to touch her slit, as more of her juices escaped. This was how it always was; she ended up sitting backstage, masturbating, dreaming about a man who would satisfy her desires. As she slid a pair of fingers into her pussy, Terri's back arched, causing her breasts to jut out prominently in front of her. Her breathing grew shallow as her arousal grew, and still more juices issued forth to moisten her caressing fingers. She slid her other hand down and collected some of the wetness on her fingers, then used her wet fingers to tweak her nipples, heightening her pleasure and sending thrilling sensations through her body. Her other hand continued to stroke and caress the inner portion of her pussy, drawing her ever closer to an impending climax. CRASH!! Suddenly the door flew open with a jarring shake that seemed to reverberate throughout the building. Terri gasped and took her hands away from her body, afraid that she had been caught in the act of pleasuring herself, and would be made the laughingstock of the WWF dressing room... but to her surprise, in the doorway stood not a WWF superstar, not even a member of the ring crew, or a janitor, or a security guard, or even anybody from WCW or ECW... but the 400-pound Mastadon, BIG VAN VADER. Vader stepped into the room, naked except for his massive horned steel helmet, which he wore to make him look even more fierce. His gargantuan arms were easily each bigger around than Terri's waist, and his barrel-like frame was surrounded with an aura of pure, savage power. His erect manhood, an impressive eight or nine inches, pointed directly at Terri, while his egg-sized balls swayed gently, as though in a breeze. The ground seemed to shake as Vader slammed the door behind him and advanced on Terri, but she wasn't frightened. She knew exactly what he wanted by looking at his bulging, massive cock, and it was what she wanted as well. They met in the center of the room, and Big Van Vader effortlessly picked Terri up, and bent her over a bench. Terri was awed by his power, and a little frightened, but more than that she was eagerly anticipating what would come next. Infinite waves of pleasure shot through Terri's body as, with a primal growl, Vader penetrated her wet, hungry pussy in one stroke. Vader rammed his massive, monstrous cock into her depths repeatedly, each time sending an ever-larger wave of pleasure through Terri. Her large, uncovered breasts shook with each impact, and an audible 'smack!' rang out every time Vader's balls slapped against the back of her legs. YES! This was what Terri had been hoping for; a man who would satisfy her desires, then not spread the word in the WWF locker room that she was a horny little slut. Big Van Vader wouldn't tell anyone. In addition to being the most dangerous monster in the history of pro-wrestling, he was also known to be a man of honor. Terri was thankful of the thick walls in the arena as moans started to escape from her lips. Vader was still thrusting into her repeatedly, and ecstasy was building deep within her pussy. She could tell that her climax wasn't far off, and her moans grew louder, then became screams as her pleasure rose. Vader continued thrusting into her, and with one mighty, forceful shove of his powerful, massive cock, Terri was forced over the edge. Her body shook as if she was being electrocuted by pleasure, and she lost all control of her senses, screaming passionately, not caring if anyone could hear. Her pussy contracted forcefully with the most intense orgasm of her life, and it was too much even for the mighty Vader. He bellowed mightily, a deep sound that reverberated from his massive steel helmet until it shook the very foundations of the heavens, and erupted into Terri, spraying massive amounts of his seed into her in thick, powerful blasts. Terri's body shook and her heart raced as Vader filled her with his cum, sending another electrical thrill through her body. All too quickly, it was over. Vader pulled away from Terri and looked down at her one last time, covered in sweat, with her pussy leaking a thick, creamy mixture of their love juices. Terri stared at Big Van Vader in awe, wondering what sort of emotions were etched upon his face under that massive steel helmet. Satisfaction? Triumph? Lust? Was it possible that the massive titan of a man could feel even... love? Terri wanted to speak, to say something to Vader... if only to thank him for the greatest night of pleasure she had ever had. But the words caught in her throat as the magnificence of what she had just experienced clouded her mind, and she could not speak as Big Van Vader simply turned and walked away, no doubt headed to Japan to battle the mighty Toshiaki Kawada for the Triple Crown World Championship. The door closed behind Vader, and Terri was left in a pool of her sweat and their sexual fluids, with her mind full of pleasure-induced haze and questions. Would Vader be back? Was this the answer to her prayers, or merely a brief respite from her loneliness? Could she ever enjoy sex with another man again after experiencing the truest pleasure of her life with the Mastodon? Terri hoped for his return. She would be eagerly anticipating and waiting the day when the man they call Vader would barge into her locker room again, to give her the ultimate pleasure as only he could.