Getting Fucked by Mary

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part V: The End of the Day

Chapter XVII

We returned to the hotel somewhere around 1:00 Saturday morning, Shelby and Christina shared our limo and I thought would share our room, but they were booked six floors above us on the seventeenth floor. I was happy that Mary and I would have private time together.

Mary carried three overstuffed shopping bags of I don’t know what, and Shelby carried two bags of delights for she and Christina. As we arrive at our floor, our foursome exchanged kisses on the cheek, and on our way off Mary said to Shelby, “Tomorrow at 10:00?”

“You bet hun,” Shell merrily replied.

Mary was positively skipping along, almost dragging me in my heels and plain old street clothes. (Thoughtfully laundered by the staff of the most amazing store I’ve ever encountered...talk about customer service.)

“C’mon honeybunny, let’s go snuggle,” she was positively giddy in her speech.

I happily followed my girl to our room. Inside, there was a cheese and fruit plate with two, half liter bottles of mineral water.

“Mary?” I questioned

“I thought we may need a snack,” she said with a giggle and a quick kiss on my lips.

“My, but aren’t you the Boy Scout. You’ve planned just about everything darling,” I giggled with her.

Mary and I were happy, truly, truly happy just to be with each other. We roamed about the cart and the room, having our fill of the sweet fruit and wonderfully stinky cheese as we both stripped-off our clothes and those, now painful, heels. We chatted about silly things, purposefully avoiding the topic of sex. Frankly, if she was as exhausted as me from the day’s events, then I don’t think either of us could stand another orgasm.

She fed me bites of Stilton and Brie on crusty French bread, and I fed her Roquefort and Parmigiano Reggiano with basil, olive oil, and fresh raspberries on stiff Italian bread. We kissed and hugged and sated our hunger for food as we shared our secret love. The sweet melon cleansed our palettes and the mineral water quenched our thirst. I was in a state of complete emotional bliss and happiness. I was almost afraid to sleep; fearful that this day may all be a dream.

“Who’s first,” Mary asked, nodding towards the bathroom, “or shall we go together?”

“Together Mary,” I stated in a very serious tone, “together but no sex...ok?”

Mary grabbed my hand as we padded barefoot onto the heated marble tiled floor of the luxurious bathroom. I felt like I was back in my parent’s house with my sister as we started our side-by-side ritual of preparing for bed: removing make-up, rubbing lotion onto all those dry spots on our skin, removing nipple rings (wait a sec) and having a pee before crawling under the warm covers of bed.

I sat on the toilet and started to pee while Mary was still brushing her lovely golden curls. I finished my business and reached for the paper when my dear lover stopped me, “Let me wipe you darling,” she said, guiding me to my feet.

“Mary...I...” but she cut me off with a quiet ‘shhhh,’ as my lover dropped to her knees and with the sure movements of a mother cat, licked any moisture from my vulva. I didn’t climax. I didn’t even think of this as sex, but as caring and attentiveness. She was so gentle, so precise in cleaning me. All I could feel was love and warmth for my “Mommy.”

Mary stood and kissed me. For the first time I tasted the salty, bitter flavor of my pee. Surprisingly, I wasn’t disgusted, but the converse, I happily returned Mary’s gentle kisses.

“My turn,” she said, as she sat, legs slightly open, so I could watch her golden stream exit her body. She did not need to ask as she finished. I was on my knees...waiting...hoping to taste my lover’s piss.

Mary had to push my mouth away as I was ready to stay glued to her cunt for eternity. “Don’t start dear,” she warned.

We again shared a salty, bitter kiss, and she led me to the plush, king-sized bed after we brushed our teeth. Off to our chariot of dreams, where my mind would fly with visions of things to be, or things that could be.

Mary laid me on my back and ever so gently started to lick me again. She ignored my quiet protests as she excited my breasts and nipples with her slow, languid movements before treating my womanhood to her magical mouth yet again. I didn’t climax...more likely, I couldn’t climax, but she never forced the issue.

“I just want the taste of you while I sleep,” she mumbled.

I snuggled close to Mary’s breast as her loving arms held me tightly while we drifted into sleep...naked and happy to have found each other.

I dreamt happy, beautiful dreams; dreams of love and submission, dreams of giving my will to a caring and thoughtful lover and partner, dreams of new limits and new desires, dreams of a life with my lover. Mary filled my dreams. As did my friend Shelby, with her stretched nipples and commanding presence; Chrissy with her anus filled by a large plug; and Carol, the Viking Goddess with her big fake dick. All of the encounters from my first day of bona fide lesbian sex flooded my dreams as I flooded the bed with my nocturnal excitement.

I woke two or three times during the night, but only for a moment. Just long enough to capture my Mary’s long nipple in my mouth and suckle myself back to sleep as if I were a little baby. Mary would moan or sigh lightly as I regained my position against her warm, soft body, and then the dreams, those beautiful dreams, started again as Mary and I held each other through the night.

--End Part V of GFBM--