Getting Fucked by Mary

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part IV: Humiliation and Loving Affection

Chapter XII

Mary slowly, sensuously brushed my hair as we moved through a trendy part of town on our magic carpet. She was enchanting in her ability to sooth my soul and allow me to accept my new role as her “little girl slut.”

She explained to me about our destination that wondrous evening; a place where “mommies” and their “little girls” would go shopping for special clothing and accessories that are included in all the naughty games between mommies and little girls.

“Its fantasy role playing Kate,” my Mary said, “every person you meet will be of legal age. I have never met a ‘Mommy’ that is interested in children darling...these are games that adults play.”

I was relieved to hear Mary say these words. Although our games in the past few hours excited me, I still wasn’t fully comfortable with the implications of “Mommy’s Pussy” or of being a “little girl” in our play. I was to learn yet another aspect of girl love in the coVo hours.

My head rested tenderly against Mary’s shoulder as the limousine slowed, stopped, and a small light started blinking in our cocoon. “Are you ready to trust me again Kate?” Mary asked.

“Yes Ma’am. Please show me my new life,” was my response.

I looked out the window and saw a small metal door with a sign that read, “Friday Nights are Mommy Night--Womyn ONLY--all others, keep out.”

From my girl play on the internet, I knew what the word “womyn” meant. This was to be a lesbian event. I reached for Mary’s hand and grasped it in a death grip...I was terrified. My dear teacher was about to lead me into a public place: reeking of her cunt essence, still saturated with her cunt cream, with my jeans soaked through from my own excitement, wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming my new sexual orientation and dedication to my new “Mommy”.

“Katie, I need to introduce you to this life, and what my true expectations may be of you... are you ready darling?” my lovely teacher stated.

“Mary, I don’t think I can do this.”

“Is ‘Dean Martin’ still with us?”

“No, but I feel so humiliated and embarrassed. It’s as if I’m exposing this very sexual side of me that has always been very conveniently hidden for so long.”

Mary looked at me with her big, blue, doe eyes and said, “Yes my love, that’s exactly what I expected...you need to let go...you need to let me make your decisions now...trust me darling, you will enjoy this...more than you could ever imagine. I know. I’ve been where you are now. I know darling. I know. Now, are you ready little Katie?”

“Yes Ma’am, I’m ready,” I responded in a little girl whisper.

Chapter XIII

“Yes?” came a woman’s voice through the intercom speaker adjacent to the metal door.

“Mary, party of two for a 9:30 appointment with Denise,” was Mary’s response.

The door buzzed and clicked open as Mary led me into this exciting new adventure. We were greeted by a short, rather stout woman in her late forties or early fifties.

“Hello Mary, I’m Cynthia, Denise will be right with you if you and your friend would like to sit and wait,” the woman said,” or you may feel free to browse the store.”

Cynthia’s eyes were all over me. She made me feel creeped-out. She was very masculine, even in her short dress. Her tattoos, multiple face and ear piercings, and short, spikey, purple hair were so unattractive to me that I began wondering if I should “Dean Martin” and get out of this place. She reminded me of a leering, perving man; the type of guy that just makes your skin crawl.

Ma’am grabbed my hand and led me to a settee around the corner from the creepy Cynthia.

“She is what is called a butch,” Mary started, “I think the only reason she is here is to intimidate people at the door. It gets better Kate, ok?”

“Ok Mary,” I responded.

I craned my neck to look into the store. ‘My gosh, I’ve been here before (but not through the side entrance),’ I thought. I recognized this as a place me and my girlfriends from work had gone one day during lunch so that one of our clan could buy “something slutty,” as she put it, to entertain her boyfriend. Everybody in our little lunch clique was married, except for Jeannie (the one making the purchase), and we all had great fun giggling and laughing at the clothing and the ridiculous sex toys on display. I remember wondering at the time how this place stayed in business, because people--regular, normal people--just don’t engage in this foolishness. My sexual experience to that point had been: kiss-kiss; hug-hug; several seconds of rubbing together; in-out, in-out, in-out; and done. (Well, at least prior to today.)

There had to be over fifty women of all shapes and sizes. All were smartly dressed, and most were in pairs. The sales clerks were easily recognized, because their outfits were substantially more revealing and more provocative than the customers, and judging from the dress of the manikins, directly from store stock.

“Curious?” Mary startled me to attention.

“Yes Ma’am. Are all these people like us?” I questioned.

“Yes darling, these are all Mommies and their little girls,” Mary stated very matter-of-factly.

‘Was I now in a relationship? Oh God,’ I thought.

Mary gently stroked my hair as I continued to soak-in all the sights and sounds. I noticed that the “Mommies” were typically dressed in a very sophisticated manner, while their “Little Girls” dressed in a school-girl, or somewhat juvenile fashion. A glazed eye look of desperation permeated the “Little Girls,” while a look of knowing confidence was the norm for the “Mommies.”

“Are they on drugs Mary?” I asked my teacher.

“No dear, just on lust, love, submission, or a combination of all three,” was my dear Mary’s reply.

I continued to soak-in the environment and noticed four signs at an opening to a hallway: “Nursery,” “Bathroom,” “Remedial Training,” and, “Principals Office,” in my minds-eye I started to create images of the most depraved and debauched activities that took place there.

“Mary? Wha...What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the signs.

“I can’t give away all the secrets this place holds little girl, just wait, you’ll find out,” she was extending my torment, and piquing my curiosity.

I was absentmindedly watching two women get a sales pitch from one of the clerks. It was obvious what was being sold, a very large dildo, and it was also obvious that the “little girl” of the couple was excited by the prospect of putting it to use, as she was stamping her feet up and down, tugging on her “Mommy’s” arm, and saying, “I want that one mommy, I want that one.”

I could only see the backs of the customers, but the entire episode was incredibly erotic, if not rather silly. I was wondering if I would act out like that at some point during my lesbian play, when I was suddenly snapped-out of my day dream by, “Hi Mary? I’m Denise, and who is this lovely little girl,” I turned and Mary was shaking hands with our salesperson.

“This is little Katie. Katie, say hello to Miss Denise,” Mary ordered.

I put on my best little girl act, and in a small shy voice said, “Hello Miss Denise, it’s very nice to meet you.”

“She’s so well mannered and just cute as a bug,” Denise said to Mary, “but she is a bit of a mess, would you like to get your little girl cleaned-up or would you prefer everybody see how naughty she has been.”

“Well she does look a mess, and seeing that she is a brand new little girl, maybe its best if we get her clean,” my Mommy said.

Mary grabbed my hand as we followed Denise down the hall and into the Nursery. I was certainly stunned. It really was more than a nursery, there was an examining table with stirrups, a very large enema bottle mounted on a wheeled rack, a whirlpool bath, and many other medical devices, some of which I was familiar with and some not. There were two attractive women dressed in outrageous nurse costumes

“This is Mindy and Mandy, and they’ll be your assistants. Inside and out Mary?” Denise questioned, referring to me.

“Just on the outside, like I said she is brand new and I don’t want my darling to get scared,” Mary said, while giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“How new Mary?”

“Just a few hours old,” was Mary’s reply.

“Oh isn’t that just wonderful. How exciting for you little Katie,” Denise addressed me.

I could feel myself blushing from head to toe.

“Not only that, but her first time with a woman...ever,” Mary seemed particularly delighted and proud.

“Oh, aren’t you two just the luckiest,” Denise started patting my hand, “we are going to take such good care of you darling. Now here little Katie, take this robe behind that screen and get out of those messy clothes while we get things ready to for your bath.”

I was very nervous and very excited. The thought of being naked in front of these four women made my pussy dampen yet again. I was trembling as I tentatively stepped out from behind the changing screen. My Mary was completely naked, Denise was stripped to her bra and panties, and our nurses had unbuttoned the front or their uniforms to expose two lovely, firm pairs of breasts. To either side of the examination table sat a stainless steel medical cart with two pails of steaming water and a pile of large sea sponges. I felt like running, but somehow managed to screw-up my courage and move forward.

“There she is,” exclaimed Denise in the singsong tone of an adult speaking to a small child, “are you already to get squeaky clean honey?”

“Yes, Miss Denise,” my voice trembled.

Mary took my hand and gave me a very tender, soft kiss on my lips. I felt her other hand releasing the sash of my robe, and other hands easing the robe from my body. My dear teacher led me to the table and instructed me to lay facedown and, “just let go Kate. I’m right here and I won’t let any harm come to you.”

I was visibly shaking as a lay prostrate on the warm leather table; arms at my sides, legs firmly shut, and my face buried into a hole designed for this very purpose. My eyes were shut tight, and the words “Dean Martin” were ready to burst from my mouth.

“Little Katie has a beautiful body Mary,” I heard Denise remark.

“Shhh...lets begin,” was Madam’s response.

For the next 15 minutes I was treated to a message that started simultaneously from my fingers and toes with eight soft, gentle hands rubbing me into a state of pure ecstasy and bliss. The pressure was perfect; adjusted to the specific part of my body. Firm and deep on my shoulders and calves, tender, butterfly kisses on my earlobes and inner thighs. All eight hands converged on my bottom; pushing and pulling, and rubbing, and stroking me to a wondrous state of warmth, affection, and arousal.

I barely noticed when the hands left my body as I was in a twilight state somewhere between a dream and sleep. I felt the warm, soapy water travel the same path on my body those magical hands had traveled. I was being tenderly bathed by four lovely women, wielding soft, puffy sea sponges; every nerve in my very being melted. I entered a state of relaxation that I could never before imagine.

Before I knew it Mary was whispering in my ear, “Stand up little Katie, its time for us to do the other side.”

I dutifully rose and waited while the table was adjusted. Mindy, one of the nurses, helped me onto the table and adjusted the top so I was half sitting up. Denise and Mary placed my feet into the stirrups and adjusted them so my treasures were fully exposed. I felt my pussy juice flowing out of my folds and into the crack of my bum, and had to keep my eyes screwed shut to avoid a panic attack.

“Mmmmm...delicious,” I heard Denise half moan. I opened my eyes only to encounter her lusty gaze at my blossoming vaginal lips.

“Shhh,” Mary softly corrected Denise, “let’s start.”

As with my back, these four lovely women started to bathe me at my fingers and toes. I watched in rapt fascination as they moved in concert over my body; brushing me tenderly with the warm soapy sponges. They moved with practiced, patient stokes on my inexperienced, impatient body. The four led me to the brink of sexual insanity. I wanted to scream-out my need to climax, but the only thing that would come from my mouth was mewling and moans. Finally, as a repeat of the events on my backside, these eight soft hands converged on my pubis and flowing pussy; leading me to the brink again, and again, but never bringing me over to the release I so desperately needed. As quickly as my tormentors started, they ended. Rinsing my body and drying me in large, thick, warm terrycloth towels.

I was in that state on continuing, glassy-eyed lust that I witnessed on the faces of the other “little girls” in the store. I felt as though the slight whisper of a touch would send my orgasm crashing through my soul. Denise and Mary dressed me in a very sheer white baby doll nighty, and the nurses applied some makeup and perfume. They then pulled my hair into pigtails and put red satin ribbons in my hair. The nurses presented their work for Mary’s approval and she smiled appreciatively at me.

“Look at my little slut,” my Mommy said; spinning the chair I was in to bring me face-to-face with my new image in the large wall mirror, “look how lovely and naughty you are.”

My mind was in a state of complete disconnect. The reflection in the mirror couldn’t be me. The reflection was positively scandalous: a pigtailed, half-naked sex toy; eyes glazed, but fiery with lust; dark, erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer lingerie. I stared at the person in the mirror and thought how sexy this girl was, still not connecting that the reflection was me.

“Come my darling little dyke, let’s get you some new clothes,” Mary said, grabbing me by the hand and leading me out of the nursery in back into the store.

Chapter XIV

I was taking in all the sights of this play land of sexual wonders as I absentmindedly listened to Mary tell Denise what clothing she wanted me to try on.

“Katie honey...Katie?” Mary demanded.

I suddenly realized Mary was addressing me, “Yes...um...er...yes Ma’am.”

“Pay attention dear,” Ma’am stated, seeming rather perturbed with me.

“Yes Ma’am, I’ll pay attention.”

“Are you a size 6?”

“Yes Ma’am, I’m a size 6,” was my obedient response.

“An “A” cup?”

“No Ma’am, I’m a small “B” cup.”

“Shoe size?” she demanded.

“6 or 7 Ma’am.”

Mary immediately reached for my breasts and squeezed my erect nipples in the most cruel and viscous manner, “What, you nasty little slut. Is that the proper way to answer my question?”

“Oh god,” I moaned, “No Ma’am, I’m sorry. My shoe size is between a 6 or 7 depending on the style of shoe.”

“That’s better,” my teacher now had 100% of my attention, “don’t embarrass me in front of all these other mommies little Katie.”

“Yes Mommy, I promise I’ll be good and won’t embarrass you,” was my little girl reply.

Mary snickered lightly and returned to speaking with Denise. I stopped suddenly, transfixed by the Mommy and little girl who were still with the dildo salesperson; only now the sales person was wearing a strap-on dildo and repeatedly stroking the large artificial penis into the mouth and down the throat of the kneeling “little girl.” The woman dressed as the little girl had her eyes shut tight, and it appeared that she had little difficulty accepting the thin, long, smooth, lavender dildo fully down her throat. I was completed fascinated as I watched the muscles in her neck work the faux penis. I was amazed as I witnessed her face turn darker and darker shades of red, and the “little girl” would tap the salesgirl on the thigh, which prompted a partial withdraw of the dildo to allow for breathing.

I felt Ma’am wrap her arms around my tummy from behind, “Intoxicating, isn’t darling,” she whispered in my ear. Mary, Denise and me watched and listened with rapt fascination as the dildo-wielding salesperson repeatedly inched the smooth, narrow, lengthy dildo into the throat of the submissively-kneeling woman. The salesgirl was providing a running narrative to the “Mommy” regarding how wonderfully accomplished “little Chrissy” was at oral submission, and about the benefits of the device she was demonstrating for, ‘anal penetration as it was completely capable of penetrating the second sphincter without tearing or damaging the rectum,’ she was very matter-of-factly explaining to the “Mommy” of “little Chrissy.”

Mary was lightly--and maddeningly--nibbling my neck and ears as we watched this most bizarre product demonstration.

“Rather extreme, isn’t it?” my Mary breathed in my left ear.

“Yes,” was all I could manage as I watched the woman’s face turn a deep shade of crimson one more time. This time, the salesgirl did not relent on her oral domination of the “little girl.” At least not until little Chrissy was almost pounding the salesperson’s thigh and hip with a hand that prominently displayed a large diamond engagement ring and wedding band.

My eyes were glued to the juncture of the salesgirl’s dildo and “little Chrissy’s” mouth. Chrissy’s mommy stood rather still and controlled during this episode, but I could not discern her care or demeanor as her back, tight hair bun, and shapely bottom was the only thing visible to our small party of onlookers.

“That’s enough for you little girl,” the salesperson exclaimed, as she withdrew the dildo from the woman’s mouth. Chrissy, for her part, allowed the fake penis to leave her mouth in a rather unceremonious, and obscene fashion...all the while looking into the eyes of her tormentor. I was openly staring at this woman’s face. She seemed very familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her.

“Thank you Miss Carol,” was the first discernable thing I heard from little Chrissy’s mouth, “Thank you for using my little dyke mouth the way it was meant to be used.”

Chrissy’s gaze shifted from the salesgirl--obviously intending to look at her Mommy, but fixating on me--to me. We both locked, eye-to-eye and I felt the sudden horror of recognition. “Little Chrissy” was actually Christina, an administrative assistant in one of the few departments within my company that I had regular and frequent dealings.

“Oh my god...Shell!” Chrissy exclaimed to her mommy, while trying to hide behind the wide hips of the salesgirl.

I tried to do a similar hiding act by turning into Mary’s shoulder and telling her, “Oh god Mary, I work with that woman.”

“It’s OK darling,” Mary said, “You know her secret and she knows yours. Really, it’s Ok. Now turn around and introduce me to your friend.”

I turned back towards Chrissy and her mommy, only to get an even greater shock...Chrissy’s “Mommy” was another of my co-workers and a dear friend of mine named Shelby. She also happened to be Christina’s boss.

“Shelby!” I all but shouted my surprised recognition. I had been friends with this woman for over ten years, my husband and I regularly went to their (Shelby and her husband, Paul’s) house for dinner and to play bridge. Shell and I joined the company at almost the same time and were on parallel management tracks. I was blushing, and almost choking out my breath.

Shelby gasped and raised her hand over her mouth as she recognized who just shouted her name. Her hand slowly dropped and a broad grin covered her face. She impatiently snapped the fingers of her left hand; waving for Chris to join her. Little Chrissy was at her side and held Shelby’s hand in a tight, trembling grip. The two lovers step towards Mary and me, “Hello Kate,” Shell started, “won’t you introduce me to your mommy dear?”

“Ma’am this is my friend Shelby,” I said in a small, terror-filled voice.

“Wonderful to meet you Shelby, I’m little Katie’s mommy, Mary,” was my mommy’s reply, “and who is this adorable--and I must say, well trained--little girl,” Ma’am gestured towards Chris.

“This is my little girl, Chrissy.”

“It nice to meet you little Chrissy,” Mary said as she leaned into Chris and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

All eyes were now on me, and I was feeling overcome by fear, by lust, by the endless possibilities of this chance encounter; possibilities that could lead down a path of joy or a path to complete ruination of my life.

“Dean Martin,” I said, looking Mary straight in the eye.

“Do you want to leave darling?” was Mary’s response.

“No, I just need to talk to you for a moment.”

“Ladies, will you please excuse Kate and me for a moment?” Mary said to the small group that included the two sales women.

I started explaining to Mary about my business and personal relationship with Shelby, and how this encounter was just overwhelming me, and that I was very embarrassed, and...

“Slow down Kate,” Mary said, as I started to lightly sob, “I have an idea, why don’t we go sit someplace private and chat with your friends, and maybe they can help alleviate some of your fear and trepidation. Does that sound OK?”

“Y...yes, I guess so,” I responded, sounding very much like a little child.

Mary led me by the hand back to the group of women. “Denise?” Mary questioned, “Is there someplace quiet and comfortable that the four of us can sit and chat?”

“Of course, let me make sure it’s available,” and the salesgirl walked briskly away.

“I take it that was your safe word Kate,” Shelby asked me.

“Y...yes,” I sobbed my response. Oh God, I was so humiliated. Crying like a child, shaking with fear, wanting to just get away. I was thinking that I may just fall to my knees, when Denise bounced happily back to the group, “It’s all set. Just down that hall, fourth door on the right, its marked ‘Principals Office’,” she said.

Both Mary and Shelby each had one of my hands in theirs, quietly, softly reassuring me. My eyes opened and I raised my head slowly to look at my girl lover and my friend. Instead, I was looking at the Amazon salesgirl, Carol; dressed in a white, vinyl jumper and still wearing the large lavender dildo that was now flopping around wildly between her legs.

I couldn’t hold back a loud laugh and subsequent giggles when confronted by the outrageous sight. Mary and Shelby turned to look at what caused my sudden mood change, and joined me in a chorus of giggles.

“C’mon giggle girls,” interrupted Christina, slightly perturbed, “let’s go have a talk.”

Chapter XV

By the time we entered the “Principals Office” Chrissy was laughing with the rest of us about how ridiculous Carol looked with that big fake dick swinging from her hips. As soon as the door closed; the demeanor of our small band of lesbians changed. Mary took control and pointed to chairs for everybody to sit in.

I complied and sat in an overstuffed leather club chair, as did Shelby. However, Christina was looking at Shell with a somewhat pensive expression.

“You’ll need to excuse Chrissy, sitting is rather uncomfortable for her at the moment,” Shelby stated. Chris went to stand by the right arm of Shelby’s chair. I was a bit confused, but Mary was nodding in the affirmative with a knowing grin on her lovely face.

The “Principal’s Office” was a very impressive, but a very masculine room. The dark, walnut paneling set the tone for the other accoutrements and furnishings: a dark, formal desk with an accompanying high-back chair, carved in walnut, and bound in leather; four deep-armed leather club chairs; a sumptuous leather sofa with heavy bronze tacks; dark, deep, and glossy wood floors with broad boards; rich, and well-worn oriental rugs; a rather odd-looking leather-bound, and padded coffee table that stood barely eighteen inches high and only a foot or so wide; a leather pommel horse; and what appeared to be shackles suspended from the ceiling. Somehow this environment seemed appropriate to the formality of our role playing. Mary explained how we had met to my friends, and that this was my first time, my first night with a woman; that I didn’t know anything about Mommy and Little Girl relationships. She went on about her intent towards me, which I found very exciting and comforting. I interjected a few times to give Shell and Chrissy more background as to how and why I initiated this lesbian tryst. I bit my tongue and just did it, even though I was feeling more and more embarrassed with each utterance from my mouth. Mary finished by giving my friends a graphic account of how I ate her asshole and greedily swallowed her cunt juice in the limo. I could tell that both Shelby and Christina were aroused by the end of our tales. Shelby then explained how she and Chris started their extra-marital lesbian liaisons. That Christina had been a newly hired administrative assistant and messed-up an assignment and challenged Shelby to give her a spanking. Of how Shelby had never been attracted to women, but when Chrissy begged her to “spank my ass harder” and eventually seduced Shell, that Shelby had to try this new and forbidden form of sex.

“Does Paul know,” I inquired of Shell.

“No darling, he hasn’t a clue, and things must remain that way.”

“Darling, if you’re so fearful and humiliated why is your little pussy flowing like a river,” Shelby demanded.

I looked towards my vagina and realized that my pussy and thighs were coated with a sheen of my essence. I once again I started to blush, as my excitement was blatantly visible.

“It’s alright Kate,” Shelby lovingly said, “...I like seeing you in this state.”

“You are the saucy little girl, aren’t you dear,” was Mary’s response to my obvious sexual arousal.

I tried to ignore my flowing little cunny, “C...Christina, does your husband know?” I stammered.

“Yes Kate he does, but not who I am with,” she answered comfortably. “I’ve been bi-sexual since Jr. High School, and we’ve been together since High School. Ryan has always accepted that I need the company of women for true satisfaction. Now I’m not saying that I don’t like sex with men, I do, (specifically, and only my hubby) but to round things out I need what Shelby gives me too.”

All of us gave-up our secrets of lesbian love and desire; I was starting to feel like my life wasn’t over, but just beginning. Mary motioned me to sit in her lap, and I moved into her welcoming arms. Shelby and Christina continued their tales of experimentation and learning in the arts of girl love and dominance and submission. I was absentmindedly listening as I nuzzled my dear, beautiful Mary’s neck.

Chapter XVI

“...and that’s how Chrissy convinced me to make her a potty mouth,” was the last statement I heard from Shelby.

Mary was very, very excited and casually rubbed my pussy. I was on another planet, just kissing, and kissing, and kissing my lovely mommy’s neck, ears and shoulders.

“Watch darling,” Mary said as she grabbed my head and pulled my gaze towards my friend Shelby and her little girl Chrissy, “watch Chrissy be a potty mouth.”

I was expecting Chrissy to start using a string of four-letter words as a means to arouse her audience. Instead, Shelby hiked-up her grey linen skirt and leaned her bare bottom against the large, formal desk. She spread her legs in a lewd manner so that all could see her sexy black lace stockings and their matching garter attachments, and her smooth, flowing cunt, topped by a full, womanly bush of dark pubic hair. Shelby then instructed her little Chrissy to kneel before her.

“Do you love your Mommy little girl?” Shell asked Chrissy while gently opening the folds of her womanhood while Chrissy stared, open-mouthed and gasping.

“Oh yes Mommy, I love you very much.”

“Does my Chrissy adore her mommy’s cunt?” Shelby questioned.

I was now flashing back to the episode of verbal submission that my teacher, my Mary, my Mommy led me through less than two hours ago; I listened to my friends continue.

“Oh yes mommy, I adore your cunt.”

“Chrissy, do live for my cunt and the sauce that comes from my cunt?” Shelby’s tone was becoming more demanding; more severe.

“Yes Ma’am, I live for anything your cunt gives me,” Chrissy responded obediently.

“You may get into position now darling,” Shell said, allowing Chrissy to move her mouth to her mommy’s wet cunt. Chrissy seemed to be searching for a certain position of her body and her mouth, as Shelby’s eyes rolled slightly and she sighed with great satisfaction. Soon enough, Chrissy stopped moving about and remained completely still; her mouth firmly covering Shell’s cunt.

“Are you ready little girl?” Shelby demanded of Chrissy while shifting her gaze to Mary and me. Chrissy nodded her head that she was ready for whatever game was about to commence.

“I love you darling,” Shelby lovingly stated to her little girl; gently caressing the back of Chrissy’s head and stroking her delicate fingers through her lover’s hair. “Aaaahhhhh, yes darling, yes,” she sighed her satisfaction while her eyelids fluttered repeatedly, she bit her lower lip, and then looked into my eyes, “It’s so good Kate,” my friend breathed.

I looked at Chrissy’s face and mouth. Her mouth fully engulfed Shelby’s vulva and her jaw and neck moved as if she were swallowing, her hands rubbing the sexy black stockings that Shelby wore. I could hear Chris whimpering as she sought to press her mouth ever tighter against her mommy’s cunt.

“Your friend Chrissy is very well trained,” Mary said, but my eyes were going back and forth between what Chrissy was doing and to Shelby’s gaze that had not left me since Chris placed her mouth between her mommy’s legs. My mind didn’t really comprehend the actions before me. I was watching a long-time friend having her pussy eaten by her assistant, who was dressed as a little school girl in her plaid skirt, white stockings, and white halter top; her brown hair pulled into pig tails similar to my own.

“She drinks it so well, she hasn’t spilled a drop,” Mary interrupted my train of thought.

“Huh? What?” I stammered to Ma’am, my eyes still glued to Chrissy.

“Chrissy is very good at drinking Shelby’s piss darling,” Mary stated as if drinking another person’s urine was an everyday occurrence, “and she looks sexy, very submissive, and very happy while she does it.”

Well, that was it for me. I came. I came while snuggled into Mary’s lap (soaking us both), watching a dear friend pee into the mouth of a woman, and that woman was drinking my friends pee. ‘Oh my god,’ I thought, while another climax coursed through my loins, ‘people don’t do these things, they just don’t. How utterly depraved was this act? How amazingly erotic was this performance?’ I now looked directly at Shelby as she stared back with a knowing grin and a look of satisfaction that I now knew her most intimate, decadent secrets.

“Get it all Chrissy,” Shell said to Christina while still staring at me, “get all of Mommy’s warm piss you naughty potty-mouthed girl.”

“Oh god, Shelby...” I moaned, my new realization and acceptance of what my role as a little girl for a lesbian mommy may entail.

I was now aware that Mary was cruelly pulling and stretching my nipples. I looked at her fingers as they first grasped firmly on my extended nipple and then she pulled steadily, away from my breast, stretching my nipple and breast to their very limit. ‘This should hurt,’ I thought. But far from hurting, every time the physical limit of my breast was reached, I felt a twinge of pleasure running directly from my nipple to my clitoris.

Mary and I looked at each other, and she just smiled her dazzling smile, then leaned into me and tenderly, passionately kissed me. I was so overcome by the events of this day; by the emotions and arousal this woman--these women--caused in me, by the sexual pleasure boundaries being torn asunder the continual introduction of more depraved, more erotic, more climax-inducing mental and physical acts on our stage of lust and affection that I once again, gently came as Mary’s tongue and lips moved to possess my soul.

“Thank you Mommy. I love to drink your wee wee,” Chrissy said, now detached from Shelby’s cunt, “may I lick your cunt now Ma’am, and make you get all wet and hot?” she asked Shell.

“Of course my darling little girl,” replied Shelby. Shell offered her hand to Chrissy and got her sexual satisfier to her feet. I was fascinated as they tenderly kissed; wondering, ‘What does that kiss taste like? Is it as scrumptious as it looks?’

Shelby unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Chrissy dutifully picked it up and folded it over the arm of the chair nearest them. All eyes were upon Shell as she unbuttoned her formal, staid grey blazer to reveal a lovely white, satin silk blouse that was opaque, but clearly accentuated the excited state of her nipples...which appeared to be as large and long as the breasts supporting them. Her jacket had hidden the true scale of her massive tits. I knew she had big boobs from being around Shelby in social situations, but I never imagined...

Three sets of expectant eyes were glued to Shelby’s hands and they teasingly revealed what treasures lay beneath her blouse. The front of her blouse remained closed as she slowly release the last button on the high, shimmering collar, but she continued the practiced seduction of her audience by slowly and patiently unbuttoning her cuffs as her impatient audience grew more, and more aroused. Finally, Christina stepped forward and took the obstructing blouse from Shelby’s body, what was revealed was truly, utterly a sight of magnificent, commanding presence.

I was mistaken in my assumption that my friend wore a traditional garter belt under her sophisticated business suit. In fact she wore a black corset with gold lame, paisley appliqués that accentuated her very womanly curves; her broad hips, her narrow waist (made all the more trim by the corset), and her huge natural breasts, presented on a shelf of rigid fabric so that her equally large nipples were prominently displayed. I stared at my friend in disbelief, she was absolutely commanding. Her presence was both statuesque and goddess-like. She stood, arms akimbo, feet spread, as if she was ready to do battle ala Xena the Warrior Princess, but while Xena may be built for physical combat, my friend Shelby, with her tall, solid frame, was build for physical pleasure.

“My God Shelby, you’re beautiful,” Mary and I said almost in unison. We both burst into a fit of giggles as we watched Shell present her body to us; cupping her breasts, running her hands slowly across her curvy hips to the tops of her stockings before ever so slowly placing her delicate fingers to either side of her cunt and pulling back her inflamed, red, puffy lips, exposing the pink, wet center of her desire. How could I describe her other than a lush garden of sensual, erotic presence?

I couldn’t take my eyes from Shell’s nipples, not just because they were so pronounced, but they appeared to be in a metal cage. I stared and stared, but could not figure out what I was looking at.

“They’re nipple stretchers dear,” Mary, reading my mind, whispered into my ear, “and rather advanced ones at that.”

Shelby led Chrissy to the pommel horse and instructed her to bend forward and grab the handles. Mary and I watched as Shell flipped Chrissy’s short skirt up on her back and slowly pealed off her white cotton panties. In doing so, Shelby revealed to us something clear and pink embedded in Christina’s bum. Shell whispered something into Chrissy’s ear and Chrissy nodded affirmatively. Ever so gently, Shelby grasped the intruding object and started extract it from its lovely home.

“I think little Chrissy is a butt slut Katie,” Mary whispered hotly into my ear as we both watched Shelby lovingly remove a very large butt plug from her little girl’s rear end.

“Ohhhhh Mooooommmmyyyyy,” Chrissy groaned as the device was slowly removed from her bottom. She visibly shook and trembled as her anus stretched to release the sex toy.

Shelby placed the toy on the desk behind her and turned Chrissy so they were facing one another. The couple embraced and kissed warmly, tenderly while groping each others bum cheeks. Shelby and Chrissy were all moans and sighs as Shell guided the two towards to large sofa. Shelby lay on her back and Chrissy mounted her Mommy’s face in a sexy 69 position.

“I need to taste you Kate,” Mary said as she scooted me from her lap to a standing position.

“I need to taste your warm, wet pussy little girl,” she commanded me, “watch and relax my darling Katie.”

Mary moved me into the soft, warm leather of the chair and stood to remove her dress. ‘My God but she is beautiful,’ I thought.

My dear Mary, my teacher knelt on the plush rug and started to massage my thighs, hips and pubis. My continuous state of arousal reached new levels of pleasure as I waited for my new Mommy to excite me with her mouth. I watched Mary move her face to my pussy and place the very first kiss on my wet treasure by a woman. This was THE watershed event of my sexual life. From this point forward nobody but a gentle, caring, knowing woman would ever touch my treasure.

Mary’s oral ministrations on my open, flowing flower were the most amazing thing I had ever felt. It was pure liquid heat; her mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. The feelings were similar to, but oh so much better than, masturbating under a warm flow of gently cascading water from the spout in a bathtub. She knew everything. She did everything as I moaned, and mewled and sighed. I would look into her eyes and see true love...not only physical lust and desire, but true caring and affection. Yes, I would be hers as long as she would have me.

I glanced at Shelby and Christina, and was intoxicated by the vision of my friend holding the narrow hips of her young lover while eagerly kissing and licking, and sucking Chrissy’s pretty, bare pussy. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have held my attention the way my Mary, my Mommy, was eating my little girl pussy.

I closed my eyes and became lost in the pleasure my dear lover was extracting from my body. I was awash in the sticky, slick sounds of women loving women, and I never wanted to leave. The aroma of the room was the most sensual, sexual perfume ever. It was humid, and hot, and musky, and pungent, and soft, and wanting, and needful; a smell that cannot, nor could not, be recreated anywhere but where women make love together. It was an aroma of sweet clover honey, salty female desire, sticky humid lust, and sweaty swelling passion; a scent so unique in it’s essence that the finest spa would pay billions to include it in a repertoire of sensual therapy. I was lost forever in my glassy-eyed haze of desire for this lesbian fantasy come true.

Mary loved my pussy in ways that I could not image. I lost all sense of time and place as my lover pleasured me with her delightful mouth. I felt my dear Mommy slowly insert a finger into my opening, not a rough fucking, but just placing her delicate, slender finger inside me. It felt as though she were searching, but for what I didn’t know. Suddenly she moved her mouth and tongue onto my clitoris. She started rubbing a spot inside my vagina that I didn’t know existed...it felt as though my little clitty was being massaged from inside and out.

“Ohhhhh Maaarrryy,” I sighed heavily, “it’s so, sooo good.”

She briefly separated her mouth from my pussy, “Come for Mommy little Katie. I want to taste all of you,” she breathed, as she returned her magical mouth to my flower.

She gently rubbed her fingertip inside me while using her soft, warm tongue and lips to incite my clitoris towards its full sexual potential. My hips were involuntarily rising to meet her practiced onslaught of my soul. I felt myself building, and building, and building towards a type of release I had never known.

I grabbed my Mary’s hands in my own and repeatedly called out her name, “Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary...”

My dear teacher knew when to be gentle and when to apply pressure. She led me over the edge with her insistent finger and her awe-inspiring mouth.

“Maarrryyyy I love you,” I shouted, not caring who heard, or what implications my statement of fact would draw. At that very moment, at that very time, I loved this woman for what she had done to me and what she was teaching me. For the first time in my life I felt my juice pulse from my body. My insatiable lover lapped-up every morsel and was poised for more. I gave her everything she desired and that I was physically able to give. I moaned, groaned and sighed through the most satisfying climax in the forty-two years of my life. Certainly, a new bar was set for my perception of sexual satisfaction.

I reluctantly pushed my lover’s head away from my tender parts as I sighed and mewled my contentment. Slowly, dreamily, I opened my eyes and invited Mary into my arms. Her face visibly coated in my essence, I welcomed her warm, gentle kisses. We hugged tightly and closely as my body returned from the highest heights of sexual bliss.

“Wow Kate, you really know how to cum,” Shelby’s voice interrupted my peaceful embrace.

“Look at Mary’s face Mommy...I think Katie flooded her,” was Chrissy’s reaction to my first womanly licking.

Mary briefly lifted her head and said, “Oh shush you two...why don’t you go lick a cunt or something.” Then everybody, including me started giggling.

Taking Mary’s advice, my friends went back to their own pleasurable activities, as evidenced by that renewed sounds of lips smacking lips, moans meeting moans, and intermittent verbal expletives of: ‘yes, yes, yes’; ‘eat it you nasty girl’; and ‘give me your cunt cream Mommy’.

While Shell and Chrissy worked towards fulfilling their needs, Mary and I snuggled and kissed in the big, comfortable leather chair.

“Katie darling,” my dear teacher started, “you know that I care for you?”

“hmm hhhmmm, yes Mary,” I responded from somewhere between Mars and Jupiter.

She hugged me closer. I could feel her warm breath on my scalp as she nuzzled into me.

“I...I...you’re wonderful Kate. So delicious and so wonderful,” this was the first time I heard Mary hesitate. Could she be as emotionally attracted to me as I was to her?

“I love you Mary,” I stated as I pulled slightly away from my dearest to look at her lovely, shining face, hoping that my reaffirmation of my newly realized desire would lead her away from hesitating. My life was filled with hesitant, non-committed lovers, and I wanted so much more from this woman who had already laid claim to my very being.

Mary pulled back and grasped my upper arms, and with a very serious, very determined look of her face made her proclamation to me, “Kate, this is my first time as a Mommy, but I really have enjoyed it so far. I think I’ve found a soul mate in you, but it would ruin me if I said things now that you may reject at the end of our weekend. Kate, I’m falling in love with you.”

“Don’t hold back Mary, my Mommy...please, don’t hold back,” I softly pleaded

She knew instantly what I needed at that very moment as we hugged and hugged. Tenderly kissing one another and softly whispering ‘I love you’ into each other’s ears.

We both heard the rise and fall, peaks and valleys of Shelby and Chrissy in their mutual lesbian love making. Mary and I continued to hold each other closely as we watched first Shell, and then Christina reach climax. They slowly parted and embraced one another in the tender embrace of true lovers; showering the other with light, soft kisses and warm endearment. I was so at peace with myself at that moment, lying in the arms of my female lover while watching my dear friend and her lover express their affection for the other.

As I casually watched Shelby and Chris I thought how completely wonderful this genesis of my sexuality was. I thought about how lucky I was to meet a woman like Mary. I thought that this was my true realization of fantasy for woman-to-woman love. It clarified all the foggy parts from my dreams, and was so much better than I could have imagined. I wanted to spend the remainder of my days with my head between Mary’s thighs.

--End Part IV of GFBM--