Getting Fucked by Mary

By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part VIII: Turning the Tables

Chapter XXX

I woke early; after such a late night of exhausting activities. I looked at the clock, and it was a few minutes after eight. The sun streaming through the window revealed a swath of destruction that was the sexual maelstrom of last night...I smiled as I looked at the side of the bed that was still wet as a result of that beautiful storm.

I watched Mary sleeping peacefully. She had the same “rode hard, put away wet” appearance that I was coated with. The room still had the lovely stank of sexually aroused women...a stank I was growing very, very fond of.

I pulled back the covers a bit to expose Mary’s cunt. ‘Oh and what a cunt it is,’ I thought.

I gently spread my lovers’ legs and lay my head on her soft, warm thigh. I inhaled the remnants of her arousal. Feeling the dried essence of sexual abandon that coated her vulva and tender inner thighs, as I softy blew warm breaths across her tiny patch of fur. Mary was still snoring quietly as I wet my lips and started to kiss her treasure, ‘Or is this my treasure now?’ I asked my self.

Very slowly, very gently I made-out with my lovers’ cunt. Being as tender as knew how so as not to startle her awake.

“Hmm...hmm...hmm,” I heard Mary’s high-pitched, very feminine sighs of her waking desire for my ministrations on her quickly lubricating cunt.

I wrapped my arms under her thighs and rested my hands on her hips as I nestled farther down into her blossoming flower; slurping and savoring whatever lovely cunt cream my lover could give me.

Mary continued to sigh lightly as I maintained my slow, liquid love to her cunt. Her hands covered my own and held them firm, but not tight. As if she was just letting me know she was cognizant of our love and needed to connect with me in ways other than my mouth on her lovely flower.

Her hips bucked-up very slowing, in rhythm with my kissing, “mmm...mmm,” she sighed with needful desire.

I increased my pace the tiniest bit, and focused more attention on her pretty pearl.

“Ooohhhhhhh,” my darling sighed ever so softly and her thighs and pelvis trembled very softly.

I sensed that she climaxed gently, languidly, as I looked at her peaceful face. A contented smile, and flush with soft pink color. Without opening her eyes she held out her arms for me to join her. Only after she kissed her essence from my lips did she open her eyes.

“Good morning Kate,” She said lovingly, “will you wake me like that every day for the rest of our lives?”

I melted into her shoulder as my darling hugged me close, “I love you darling,” I whispered.

“I love you Kate,” Mary sighed as we both napped quietly; happy with finding such tender, intense, uninhibited partners in each other.

Chapter XXXI

“Get up honey, I need to pee,” Mary whispered me awake, as she moved me gently out of the way.

“Mary?” I stopped her.

“Yes Kate.”

I stood and took her hand and led her into the bathroom. I stepped into the tub and kneeled on the cold hard porcelain and looked towards the ceiling and opened my mouth wide.

“Are you sure Kate?” Mary asked in a soothing, tender tone.

“Yes Mary, I want all of you,” I assured her, “I want to drink you.”

My lover stepped into tub, standing over me and she positioned her cunt on my mouth, “You can stop any time you want Katie. Are you ready?”

I nodded and then felt and tasted the first trickle of my lovers’ hot, salty piss. Her flow increased and I tried to swallow her gift, but after the third or forth swallow I choked and gagged and her pee shot out of my mouth and nose and all over her thighs and my face. Mary just kept pissing. I opened my mouth and took more of her treat, but most of the warm flow ended-up on my face and in my hair and running warmly across by boobs.

Mary laughed out loud; little giddy giggles. Her flow stopped as quickly as it had started and she pulled me to my feet and kissed me as my treasured lover, “You’re wonderful darling,” she reassured me.

“Do you need to pee?” Mary asked with a sly grin.

“Um Hmm,” I answered, thinking that she couldn’t possibly...but she lay on her back in the tub and had me squat over her open mouth.

“Do it darling, give me your pee right in my mouth,” my darling, creative lover demanded.

I watched her face--eyes closed tightly--as I started to pee into her accepting mouth. She swallowed some and let some overflow her mouth. She drank my piss happily. She moaned as she tasted my warm urine until my flow subsided. She then raised her head slightly to kiss my pussy.

“NO! Please, I’m too sore,” I almost jumped straight into the air as her well-intention mouth made contact with my raw pussy.

Mary and I were both a pissy mess as she turned on the hand sprayer in the tub and rinsed both our bodies and the tub, “Do you need to poop hun?” she asked very matter-of-factly.

“Um, yes I can try, but I usually need some coffee and ‘quiet time’ before I think about that,” I was becoming completely familiar with this woman. I think it took my husband five years of living with me to ever acknowledge that I actually shit in our bathroom.

She fondly dried me and helped me into a robe and then pushed me out the bathroom door, “Darling, make some coffee and relax. I’ll do my thing in here and then we need to pay some attention to your nippies...we may have overdone things in that department yesterday.”

I started a pot of coffee and cleaned-up the remnants of our late supper, pushing the cart out into the hallway. I started to make-up the bed but noticed that the sheets on the side where Mary fucked me in unconsciousness the night before were still very wet with my pee, so I decided against it, ‘how embarrassing that I pissed myself,’ but my lovers didn’t seem to mind. I poured my first cup of coffee and sat on one of the plush chairs facing our view.

‘If only everyday could be like this,’ I dreamed, ‘I’ve just had the most amazing physical pleasure of my life, with the most sexually demanding and uninhibited lover I could ever imagine...and I want more...I never want this to end!’

‘And what about my best friend, Carolyn, what would I say to her. Would we still take our evening walk around the neighborhood? Would she try to fuck me as Mary warned, “She really likes to fuck straight women,” or would she guide me through these uncharted waters as a trusted friend,’ my mind was awash with questions that I could not answer.

I heard the toilet flush and my understanding lover call to me, “Kate, will you please bring me a cup of coffee,” she shouted as I heard the shower starting.

I did as Mary asked, but was still lost in thought, ‘What is going to happen at work? What happens when this weekend is over...will Mary still want me? And dear infatuated Leah, what do I do with her.’ I feared that she could be indiscreet and cause me serious social or marital problems. And then the bright white light bulb went off over my head, ‘Stop pretending and be what you are...be what you want to be!’

I carried Mary’s coffee into the steamy bathroom as she was finishing her shower, “Mary, your coffee is here on the vanity darling.”

“Ok love, I’ll be out in a minute,” she sounded happy and confident. If she could lead me to release my sexual inhibitions, why can’t she help me with my other fears and doubts?

‘Yes, I’d just lay bare my fears and trust this darling woman,’ I was determined to realize my new pleasure and my new love.

Chapter XXXII

Mary came from her shower, looking pink and warm and refreshed. She had a towel wrapped around her head, coffee cup in hand, as she wore the thick, white robe provided by the hotel; making her look like the goddess she is: confident, happy, and very sexy.

“It’s all yours dear,” she instructed more than asked, “and Kate, we must get your boobies healed, so call me when you’re done with your shower.”

“OK Mary”

I spent at least an hour in my private, steamy warm cocoon. I examined my nipples (that hurt terribly), my pussy (red and swollen...stinging with every touch) and my bottom (sore, but still intact as I gingerly probed the opening with my finger)

‘What wonderful torment,’ I thought of my lover ravishing my body.

I did my business and hopped into the shower. I explored every part of my new lesbian body, and found that although I was sore and tender, nothing seems to be truly hurt or broken.

‘Oh goody...more fun for me,’ I chuckled, wondering what new adventures my lover had in-store for today.

I guess Mary heard the shower shut off because she came into the bathroom before I called to her.

“You poor darling, your nipples must ache and hurt,” she said in a most matronly, kind way, “I’ll take care of my baby girl.”

My dear lover kindly removed the stretching devices from my nipples, and in a most tender, and motherly fashion, washed and softly soothed my tormented nubs with the treatments and lotions provided by Eli. Mary placed the stretchers into a cleaning solution and then added another lotion to a long, thick needle and ran that through the holes in my nipples, “This may sting a bit dear,” and it did. She then started to twist and tweak and pull my nipples, which became aroused very quickly, as did my pussy.

“So lovely and long already,” She said as she replaced the stretchers into my soothed nubs.

Mary instructed me to hop onto the vanity and spread my legs wide, as she started to inspect my pussy and bum to ensure that everything was intact, “saucy slut,” she said smiling broadly, as she held up two fingers thickly coated in my excitement. I giggled as she sucked the musky digits into her mouth. My darling then performed the same routine of applying various lotions and healing solutions to my sore, chapped pussy and anus.

‘So lovely and gentle,’ I thought as I watched my dear lover tenderly care for my body.

The phone rang as I was getting into my robe and wrapping my hair.

“Hello,” Mary answered it.

“Oh hi Shell,” Mary smiled at me.

“For five...oh really.”

“And I owe you ten bucks?” Mary’s eyes suddenly lit up with delight, “you’re such a liar woman...for real...you are kidding...please tell me you’re kidding...ok, ok I believe you. Can she still walk,” Mary laughed.

“So it will be the three of you joining us for brunch then?” Mary’s mouth was agape.

“Ok dear, see you then,” Mary hung up the phone.

“Well, Shelby and Chris seduced the girl from the restaurant and fucked her silly.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe...” I said in real shock as I cupped my hand over my mouth.

Mary led me to the sofa while I imagined those two women having their way with the slight young woman, “I can’t believe that.” I stammered.

“And here’s the punch line...Maddi WAS a virgin. WAS...” Mary repeated, “A real honest-to-god virgin,” Mary exclaimed while sitting on the sofa, shaking her head in disbelief.

I shuddered slightly at the thought of the statuesque Shelby wearing a big strap-on dildo like Mary’s and fucking the skinny young thing into womanhood, ‘But her “big dick” would be much larger,’ I trembled as I envisioned the cries of pain and passion coming from the frail young woman as she was fucked into the tribe by a dominant lesbian.

My lust overwhelmed me as I dropped to my knees and opened my lover’s robe and pressed my mouth to her hot cunt. Her excitement of this news was as great as mine...her cunt was positively flooded as I licked and suck her inflamed lips.

“Wait,” Mary pulled my head from her loins, “get the big bottle of lube from the dresser,” she panted.

I jumped up and retrieved the lubricating jelly and ran back to my position at the feet of my darling Mommy, handing her the bottle. She poured a huge amount all over her exposed cunt and shoved a palm full into her hole.

“Give me your right hand slut,” she was positively on fire as she poured lube all over my hand and right forearm up to my elbow.

She forcibly grabbed my hand and positioned my fingers so they where tight together and my thumb tucked into my palm. She positioned my hand at her cunt and started pumping my fingers into her hole; on the third thrust my entire hand was in my darling’s cunt.

“Fuck it in slow baby girl,” Mary’s breathing was harsh and labored; her face, neck and breast flush with her intense passion. Her robe opened completely to reveal that her large engorged, nipples were stretched painfully taut, a good two inches from her tits, by the large, severe stretchers she wore, “A little at a time slut. That’s it, work it in deeper,” She panted as she undulated her broad hips to allow her cunt to open wider.

“C’mon baby, I want it all the way,” her hips pumped faster on my slippery hand.

I was staring as my hand and forearm disappeared deeper and deeper in Mary’s randy cunt hole, “Fuck this is hot,” I panted my own desire as I was on the verge of climax.

“Do it baby, fuck mommy deeper,” she was groaning deep, guttural groans as my hand pushed further into her hot hole.

“Ok there, stop. Hold it there and lick my clit,” she ordered, “Oh yeah, that’s it slut, that’s it.”

I loved my mommy’s dirty talk, ’talk harder mommy,’ I thought. I was in to about five inches below my elbow I noticed as I dipped my head to lick my lover. I climaxed slightly as the tip of my tongue contacted her sweet erect clitoris.

“Stop licking,” she grabbed my hair and pulled my face from her after only a few licks, “Start fucking, slow...that’s it...in...out...in...out.”

I slowly increased my pace with every thrust as Mary increased the rhythm of her breathing and her instructions, “in...out...in...out.

“Harder...harder...harder,” The veins on the side of her neck were bulging and pulsing and a large vein on her forehead appeared, “Faster...harder...faster...harder,” she commanded as she stared me in the eyes with blazing intensity.

My arm was all but a blur as I moved faster and faster.

“Punch it in me bitch. PUNCH MY FILTHY CUNT,” Screamed her depravity as she grasped her nipples behind the bar that pierced them and started to viciously stretch and release and stretch and release. Her face grew darker and darker. Her breathing more fierce and determined, “FU...FU...FU...,” she could no longer say the words. She was now a sprinter racing for the finish line.

I rested my hand on her belly to steady myself and as I did my fingers curling a bit as I bumped her cervix causing my arm to slip in her sloppy hole a couple more inches. I was terrified by my lovers’ intensity, but I continued to have bursting little climaxes as I fucked Mary.

“OWE FUCK,” she screamed her pain as my arm stretched her impossibly stretched hole even wider, “PUNCH IT BITCH...PUNCH IT,” she yelled as I watched tears flow from her tightly clenched eyes.

I kept pummeling my fist into her hole. I watched as she tortured her already tortured nipples, and on the inward stroke of my hand she dug her fingers more harshly into her nipples, stretched them as far as possible and released.

Mary’s entire body started to convulse and quiver. She brought her hands to cover her eyes as she started sobbing tears of shame and joy and release. She wailed a continuous, high-pitched wail, “OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo,” as her hips bucked harder onto my pumping arm. Every part of my lover trembled and convulsed as her vagina pulsed open...wider...wider...wider...around my fucking hand.

As my motion slowed, she reached down and held my arm still inside her. She sobbed. She shook all over. She covered her face with her hands as every muscle trembled; she cried out-loud; tears streaking her crimson face; her breath short and sobbing; her lower lip quivering with the uncontrolled movement of an ashamed child. Her vaginal contractions came to a slow, pulsing stop as my dear, beautiful, intense lover sobbed. I sat completely still and watched her, and after a few seconds I started to cry with her. We stayed that way for eternal minutes; my arm still and resting snuggly inside her, and my left hand resting on her belly as we both cried.

“Take it out slowly...please,” she whispered in a small embarrassed voice.

I did as she asked, and as my hand left her body, she renewed her sobbing. I watched my darling lover, and grew concerned that I had hurt her, but I didn’t say a word. I just watched and cried right along with her. She sniffled and sobbed for a few minutes, finally pulling her hands away from her face and looking at me through bleary, teary, red eyes. She raised her arms for me to join her in a loving embrace, as we kissed the tears from one another. We stayed in a clutching embrace for over half an hour; crying our joy of discovery and emotional need; whispering sobbed, “I love yous,” over and over.

“Did I do it right Mary?” I asked earnestly.

“Ha,” she sobbed, “Yes darling, you did it so right.”

And we hugged, sobbing happily as the epiphany of our circle for lesbian desire closed. We were no longer objectified lovers, but emotionally in love with a soul mate of wanton depravity, lust, and sexual adventure.

--End Part VIII of GFBM--