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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by an author using the pen name Suzy Suburbanite. It`s a story of lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal where you live, or if you're underage where you live, then you must not read it. It is a work of FICTION.
Thanks to all who wrote regarding Part I of Getting Fucked by Mary. With the exception of the jerk who sent the e-mail virus. I will try to get the next segment out a bit faster...work and family permitting
enjoy, Suzy
Getting Fucked By Mary By: Suzy Suburbanite
Part II: Understanding and Acceptance
Chapter VII
It was all a dream, right? When I awoke from my nap I stared at an unfamiliar ceiling, where was I? Then my activities from the afternoon flooded into my brain. I had done it,' I thought, I had sex with a woman. I was a willful participant in a type of physical pleasure that was so wrong, but yet so right.' I looked next to me at Mary, snoozing peacefully, and realized that this stunning creature had so thoroughly ravished me that I could never deny my feelings...or my response. As my mind cleared, I found that I was now completely naked, as was my bedmate. (Mary, being a tender and thoughtful lover, must have stripped my heels, stockings and garter after I dozed-off.)
The events of the past few hours came into focus: I had willingly, no, actively submitted to a dominant lesbian advance...and liked it. I had tasted, for the first time in my life, the flavor of a woman's cunt. (Oh, that word. That word alone inflamed me. The realization that I was thinking of Mary's womanly treasure as a cunt' inflamed me to even greater heights.) And, as my clarity became even more rational I realized I told this woman, whom I had met only a scant few hours before, that I Loved her'. What was I doing? Was this reality or fantasy? Shall I sneak out the door now, or continue into this blissful sexual abandon? I was still much too excited to think with my head. I decided to stay.
I tried to sneak quietly from the bed we shared, but Mary stirred and asked, "Where are you going darling?"
"I need to pee."
She quickly rubbed the sleep from her eyes and exclaimed, "I thought you'd never ask."
I was confused yet again, as she grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom.
"Sit," she said, pointing to the toilet.
I was thinking that this was just too weird. I hadn't pee'd in front of another girl since high school. "Sit dear." She was more demanding this time, and I did as my teacher asked. Was this to be some other sex game? I couldn't fathom why her being present while I preformed this basic bodily function would be fun...for either of us.
Mary straddled my lap and briefly humped her cunt against my breasts. I watched, fascinated, as her pliant cunt lips spread to engulf my nipple...first the left, then the right. I could feel her cunt juice lubricating and exciting my nipples. Suddenly, my need to pee disappeared, and my need to taste her pretty, pretty cunt and the heady wetness it produced, swelled. She sat herself on my lap, grabbed my face in both her hands, and said, "Piss my naughty girl. Piss for mommy," and she forcibly kissed me.
My pee burst-forth, along with a healthy mix of my pussy cream, as "Ma'am" tried to excite me by caressing my nipples while she continued kissing me. Soon after my pee started, I felt a warm, wet feeling on my tummy, and I realized that Mary was pissing as well; letting her warm urine spray onto my stomach and flow between my legs into a confluence of my acceptance and joy at being her lesbian slut. Somehow this truly depraved act didn't shock me. It seemed so natural for me to gleefully accept whatever gift Mary may offer.
Chapter VIII
"Shall we shower?" Mary more stated than asked as she looked into my eyes.
"Yes please "Ma'am," I said, realizing that I must now smell like sex, pee and sweat.
I watched Mary's bottom wiggle across to the shower. What a beautiful bum,' I thought, not a blemish on it. I wonder what is like to kiss her there.' Again, just as earlier in the day, my heart rate started to race, and I felt shameful, even a bit guilty that I was thinking of physically adoring this woman's rear end.
"Kate darling, are you starring at my ass?"
"What? ...um...no...er...yes. Yes I was."
"Pardon me?" was Mary's expectant reply. "Are you forgetting your manners already young lady?"
"No Ma'am. Yes Ma'am," I stumbled over my tongue.
"No Mary, I'm not forgetting my manners. Yes Ma'am, I was staring at your behi...ass." I thought that I recovered nicely on my reply. Mary's lessons in lesbian love were starting to pay dividends. At least as I was concerned. I was truly starting to enjoy our student/teacher relationship, or as "Ma'am" was increasingly inferring, a mother/daughter relationship. For now, I was very uncomfortable with the "mommy" stuff, just as I felt uneasy when my husband would occasionally do the "Whose your daddy" thing during better times of our marriage. Somehow, Mary knew when to change the vernacular at a precise moment to increase my sexual excitement, which left me feeling not only exhilaration, but shame and humiliation afterwards. Was this her intent? All my husband ever left me with was revulsion and distrust that he may have sexual designs towards our children.
As she said, "This will not be like sex with a man," and that was no misstatement on my dear teachers part. Mary broke into a broad smile, and strode towards me.
She reached for my hand, and pulled me close in a warm, satisfied embrace, "Kate, you're learning so quickly," she whispered into my ear. Still holding my hand, we turned in unison and headed towards our waiting shower.
Stupid me. I glanced in the wall mirror on our way to the shower, and stopped dead in my tracks. `I look like a rabid raccoon,' I thought to myself. My lipstick was smeared into a distended mass of uneven shades of pink from my chin to just below my nose. My carefully applied eyeliner had bled-out around my eyes to make me look as if I had not slept in a week. And, my shiny black hair was twisted, matted, and crimped in a fashion that made my head looked like something only "Picasso" could love. I started to cry.
Mary spent the next twenty minutes getting me settled down. She told me again and again how beautiful and sexy I am. She hugged me repeatedly. She caressed my cheek, my hair and my breasts in an attempt to clam me. And most important, she told me over and over that true beauty has more to do with the person inside than any "bed head" or smeared makeup.
"Mary, will you please kiss me." I said sheepishly
"Of course I will my dear darling Kate; this is the first time you've asked me to do something specific for you, something that you need to feel good, something that makes you feel right. I'm so happy that you're learning." And my teacher, my lover, gently kissed my lips and made my self-consciousness melt away.
My loving mentor led me into the shower and we gleefully began frolicking under the hot spray. We giggle and laughed like two school girls; poking and stroking and taunting each others willing bodies. We soaped each other very thoroughly; Mary brought me close to orgasm as she washed my pussy and bum. I made her moan in delight as I washed her cunt and ass.
This was my first time to explore another woman's cunt, and I traveled that sweet valley very slowly. Her labia were much more pronounced than my own, her clitoris was hidden under a large, fleshy hood, and her hole...her cunt hole was open and juicy.
After I had rinsed her clean, I couldn't help but run my fingers back into that pretty cunt. I gathered her cunt cream and brought it to my mouth, but Mary grabbed my hand and directed my fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. She gave me a quick kiss, but I could barely taste her essence. "Soon Kate," she said, "you'll get to taste it soon."
Mary pinned me, breast-to-breast against the shower wall and kissed my mouth urgently. "Do you like to have your nipples ravished my darling Kate," she panted. Without giving me a chance to tell her that neither my breasts, nor my nipples do much for me sexually, (a hazard of childbirth) she started to caress the undersides of my boobs with the back of her hands.
"Mary I ..." I tried to explain, but she had her own ideas, thank goodness.
My dear teacher again stifled my input with her mouth and tongue, and I fell under her spell of passion and lust. She raised her hands from the bottom of my small, B cup breasts so that her fingers encircled my nipples. OK,' I thought, just like my husband who always treats my breasts and nipples as if my chest was some sort of radio dial.' I started to feel some disappointment that my girl lover would do the same.
Mary pulled away from our kiss and looked into my pleading eyes, "Darling, I'm going to hurt you now."
I was lost in lust and did not fully understand until my dear teacher pinched down hard on my previously insensitive buds. "Uuunngghh," I groaned as she dug her strong fingers into my tender flesh.
The next action my tormentor and lover took made me very aware of my breasts for the first time in many years: she viscously twisted my nipples well past 360 degrees, pulled them outward towards my arms, and then upwards, stretching my now sensitive peaks as she stretched my mind. My tits were on fire. She knew it, and now I knew it. I suddenly found a long-forgotten erogenous zone. My boobies were now well defined as a source of pleasure...and pain.
Mary leaned away from me and smiled a broad, happy smile while I shuddered in a minor orgasm.
Truthfully, the last time I had any excitement from anybody manipulating my breasts was in high school. And even then, it was only mild sexual stimulation, never any kind of release.
"Just lovely," Mary exclaimed, "Your nipples are so lovely and long. I think we'll have great fun with these dearest."
I searched-out Mary's mouth again in a kiss of needful passion. Her words again reinforced her dominant position over me; these words excited me, and comforted me, and increased my resolve to continue with my lesbian initiation. I knew that I was going to be her good little lesbian slut.
-------------------End of Part Two of Getting Fucked By Mary
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