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it.
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don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events
in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real
people or events is entirely coincidental.

The Mary Effect
ByNorm DePloom

Mary squirmed as she sat on the end of
the pew in the 'girls' section of the chapel.  She
craned her neck to scan the staff section of the small
dimly lit building.  Nice crop she thought as she
looked over the professors, teachers and assistants,
all of which were Jesuits.  The Chaplain stood at the
lectern going on and on about what would be expected of
the students at this particular university.  Shit, she
thought, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take
this every morning and evening.  She briefly scanned
the 'boys' side of the chapel but, being approximately
her age none of them were old enough to hold her
interest.  Her activities during her rebellious grade
school, Jr. High and High school years had conditioned
Mary like Pavlov had conditioned his dogs.  She was not
conditioned to salivate at the ringing of a bell, but
to secret vaginal lubricant whenever she was near a man
old enough to be her father, or grandfather.  The boy
sitting across the isle from her suddenly sat up
straight, Mary could almost see him sniffing the air,
then turning toward her with a look of pure lust on his
still almost child-like face.  Damn, Mary thought, here
we go again.  Mary had noticed that every time she got
sexually stimulated the males seemed to flock to her
from miles around.

You could almost see a wave of 'Mary consciousness'
ripple through the males in the chapel.  Even the
chaplain paused in his droning to look in her
direction.  Mary smiled, she was used to this strange
unexplained phenomena.  She had no idea what caused men
to react this way to her sexual excitement but she'd
seen it enough to know that it was not just her
imagination.  The other girls sat looking at the
chaplain, or down at their hands folded in their laps
totally oblivious to the to the wave of lustful
thoughts being directed at Mary.  Finally it was time
to leave the chapel and head for their first classes.
On the way out of the building Mary looked up at the
cold marble statue and said her favorite 'Catholic
School' girl's prayer.  "Blessed Mary who managed to
conceive without sinning help me to sin without
conceiving."  Not wanting to place her hope entirely on
the statue, Mary had gotten a contraceptive implant
just before leaving home.

Mary's parents had offered to pay for her college
education only if she agreed to go to this university.
It was a special school, run by the Jesuits, and
dedicated to restoring good moral values to the 'hard
cases' that no one else had been able to handle.  Mary
smiled at the thought, she always had liked a good
challenge.  She had come to the campus with only one
goal, to bed every member of the faculty before the
first semester was over.

Mary had 'lost' her virginity at the age of twelve just
moments after her best friend's daddy had shown her
what cocks were for.  From that first cock push into
her willing cunt Mary had dedicated herself to the
pleasures of older men and hard cocks.  And attract men
she did, even at that young age she was a walking
talking cock magnet.  As soon as her own sex juice
began to flow Mary would notice the bulges begin to
appear in the trousers of every man in the same room
with her.  Mary quickly developed the art of
'accidentally' brushing against these bulges.  She
learned all the ways to sit, that would allow the men
to almost see the crotch of her white cotton panties.
She loved to get down on the floor to tie her shoelace,
and in the process give her victim a good long look at
her already dampening panties.

Each of the many therapists that her parents had carted
her off to had insisted that she was the victim of
'child sexual abuse'.  This she firmly refused to
believe.  'It just felt too damn good to be abuse.'
She'd reply.  Besides, it could hardly be called abuse
when she went running over to her best friend's house
every day after school and crawled under her best
friend's daddy's desk to pull his cock out of his
trousers and practice the, as he called it, 'all
important art of cock sucking'.  Mary glanced down at
her schedule.  Chemistry, her first class was in 'Sprig
Hall of Science' located clear on the other side of the
campus.  Mary quickened her steps on the concrete
sidewalk.  She glanced at her watch.  Damn she swore
under her breath.  She had hoped to have a few minutes
to 'take care of herself' in the women's restroom
before she had to be in class.  Oh well, she thought,
I'll just have to subject the class to my 'horny power'
as she thought of it.  Mary entered the chemistry class
and took a seat in the front row, she wanted to make
sure the priest teaching the class got the full effect
of her power.  The priest stood up from his desk and
stood at the podium right in front of Mary.  Looking at
his paper the priest began to take role.  Mary noticed
the priest glancing quickly up at her in between
calling the names from the piece of paper.  Mary licked
her lips and stared boldly back at the priest whenever
he looked her way.

"Mary DeCa..DeCaci.." the priest stumbled over Mary's
last name.  "Dee-Catch-ee-a" Mary sounded out her last
name then spelled it for the priest in a bored sing
song voice. "Capital d, e, capital c, a, c, c, i, a,
DeCaccia." "Mary DeCaccia" the priest repeated.

"Fiesty" Mary said without taking her eyes from the
priest.
"What?" He asked beginning to fidget
uncharacteristically.
"Fiesty," Mary replied then wet her lips and smiled
mischievously at the priest.  "From now on I want to be
known as Fiesty.  It fits my personality better than
Mary."  She grinned at the flustered priest.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to be confused with that
statue in the chapel."  Father Giffith had been a
priest for many years and had taught many flirty young
sluts, but never had he been so powerfully affected by
a woman.

"Well, ah........." Father Griffith fidgeted with his
papers. "In this class you will be called Miss
DeCaccia, just like every body else." "But," Mary asked
with exaggerated innocence, "if you call everybody Miss
DeCaccia how will we know who your talking to?"  Mary
gazed up at Father Griffith with a practiced smile that
looked totally innocence but still managed to radiate
lust and sexuality. Father Griffith blushed a deep red,
more from his own unwanted thoughts of naked young
ladies than from the teasing he was receiving from this
new pupil.  "Every one in this room will be addressed
as either Mr. or Miss and their last name."  Father
Griffith clarified as she moved his hips trying to ease
the pressure on his rebellious hard cock.

"Yes Miss Griffith." Mary said softly, a wave of
giggling moved through the students.  Father Griffith
frowned at the young lady in front of him.  She smiled
back with total innocence radiating from every pore of
her body.  It was an innocence that fanned the fires of
male sexuality.  An innocence that seemed to go out on
its own and invite males to use and abuse the source of
the innocence.  It was an innocence that seemed to
penetrate the bodies of the males around her, harden
their cocks and drive all thoughts not related to
fucking Mary from their minds.  Father Griffith
pondered momentarily what his next action should be.
To send her from the room, or to direct her to one of
the discipline specialists available would be to admit
that he, a mature grown man, could not control this
young girl.  Such action within the first five minutes
of the first class of the year would be devastating to
his authority with the students.  As he looked down at
her smiling face Father Griffith suddenly had an image
of her laying on the alter, naked, with her legs spread
and her arms reaching out to him.

His cock throbbed and Father Griffith was afraid he was
going to cum in his pants without even touching
himself.  Father Griffith broke the link between his
eyes and Mary's and looked around the room feeling
temporarily confused.  "Ah...lets finish the role." He
finally said picking up his paper from the podium.
Mary's innocent smile turned into one of victory.  Mar,
I mean Fiesty one priests zero, she thought.

When the class ended the male students surrounded Mary.
The offered to carry her books, or just talked to her,
any thing just to be within range of her strange power.
Mary noticed several dark looks from the other girls in
the class.  From behind the podium Father Griffith
could not take his eyes from Mary.  He watched her
intently as she worked her way through the crowd of
young men vying for her favor while they tried to hide
the bulges in there trousers with books and binders.
When she reached the door she turned to look directly
at him with a knowing smile.  It felt like a bolt of
lightening ran through his body right to his crotch.
Somehow he was sure she knew he had an erection.

"Oh, God help me." Father Griffith whispered as the
last student left the room.  He crossed himself then
slumped onto the podium.  "I am lost." He said softly.
Father Griffith lifted his head and looked out over the
empty classroom.  Suddenly it seemed to him that he was
staring into a deep abyss.  He could see his life
accelerating down a spiral of sin and depravity ending
in his total destruction.  Mary had reached into his
psyche and laid claim to his soul.  He knew more
certainly than he knew anything else that Mary would be
his ecstasy and his ruin.  He reached down and stroked
his achingly hard cock through his trousers.  One
stroke and he moaned as his cock jerked and deposited
its load into his jockey shorts.

Mary ignored the heard of young males and pushed her
way through the door, she desperately needed to get to
the women's rest room before she had to be at her next
clsss.  After locking herself into one of the booths
Mary pulled her panties off, then after she mumbled 'to
hell with the rules' stuck them into her purse and sat
on the toilet.

Father Griffith came close to being her ideal man, more
than twice her age and beginning to get a little gray
around the temples.  Teasing a man like Father Griffith
always put Mary's cunt in over drive, her panties were
almost dripping with her vaginal discharges.  Leaning
back on the toilet Mary rubbed her clit with surprising
force while she pulled an empty bottle from her purse
and began to work it quickly in and out of her pussy.

With a single 'oh god yessssssssss' Mary's body tensed
and jerked rhythmically a few times before it finally
collapsed in a relaxed heap leaning against the cool
metal wall of the stall.  Mary rested for a few moments
then looked at her schedule as she straightened her
blouse and skirt.  Oh shit she said as she rushed form
the bathroom.

Mary's next class was 'Computer Science' and it was
clear across the campus.  Mary interred the room and
took a seat near the front just as Father Thompson
began to take role.  It only took Mary a couple of
minutes to determine that, for whatever reason, Father
Thompson seemed to be totally immune to her powers.
This only seemed to happen once in a while and left
Mary totally at a loss. Without her 'power' she had no
idea how to relate to any male.

Other than once again going through her name
pronunciation routine and announcing her desire to be
known as Fiesty.  Mary laid low in the class and made
every attempt not to attract attention.  She looked at
her schedule as Father Thompson went through every
teacher's first day speech about the importance and
difficulty of his particular field.

"I'll be damned" Mary whispered as she looked at her
schedule.  It seemed that every class was on the
opposite side of the campus from the one before it.
She turned and picked up the schedule of the boy
sitting behind her.  "Fucking shits" she whispered a
little too loud.

"Excuse me Miss, ah" Father Thompson consulted his
seating diagram, "DeCaccia, you were saying something?"
Father Thompson stood and looked at her expectantly
obviously willing to let the whole class wait until she
explained herself.  Mary could feel herself blushing as
all the other students turned to look at her.  Isn't
this interesting, she thought, I can strip bare assed
naked in a room full of men and suck their cocks with
no embarrassment and here I am blushing just because a
bunch of punks are looking at me.  She looked around
the room defiantly until she had backed most of the
other students down and forced them to look away.  "We
are waiting to hear your comments." Father Thompson
spoke again.  Mary looked into his eyes.  There was no
response.  He must be gay, she thought.  "I, ah, I'm
sorry I disrupted your class Father Thompson." Mary
said with a convincing display of contrite humility.
Father Thompson looked at her skeptically for a moment
then returned to his lecture.  Mary looked again at
hers and the boy's schedules.  She gave his back to him
then grabbed one from the girl setting next to her.
Shit, she thought, this has to be intentional.  Every
one of them had their classes on alternating sides of
the campus.  It appeared that the class schedules were
designed for maximum travel distance between classes.

Mary had a break after Computer Science so she decided
to test her power on her academic advisor Father John.
At their first meeting her academic advisor, in an
effort to be her 'friend' had asked her to use his
first name.  On her way to the administration building
Mary stepped into one of the women's restrooms and
again shut herself in a stall.  Instead of sitting on
the toilet Mary propped one of her feet up on it then
reached under her skirt and rubbed her already wet cunt
with a dreamy smile on her face.  Mary stopped before
she came again.  For this she needed her power at full
force.  Her cunt was wet and had oozed onto her thighs.
Mary pulled her wet fingers from between her legs and
rubbed the glistening lubricant behind her ears, on her
neck and between her breasts like it was perfume.  When
she entered the administration building she saw Father
John locking up his office and heading for the door.
She stepped in front of him and looked up at him with
adoring eyes.  He came to a halt and looked down at
her.  "Can I talk to you?" she asked softly leaning
closer to him.  "Well," he said glancing at his watch,
"I don't think I have time."  Father John took a deep
breath then looked at Mary with growing confusion.
Mary for her part dawned her best 'oh please' pout.

"Well," Father John almost visibly melted under Mary's
mysterious power.  "OK, I have a few minutes, come into
my office."  Father John led Mary back across the lobby
to his office door. After unlocking the door he held it
open for Mary. Mary stepped past Father John being sure
to drag her breasts against his chest and letting him
inhale another lung full of her essence.  Mary smiled
as she sat in the visitor's chair facing the desk, she
had felt a telltale lump under his robes.  Father John
walked back over to his side of the desk and sat down.
After looking at Mary's supple body for a moment he
shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself from
a dream then spoke.  "What can I do for you, Mary?"  He
asked.

"First off, I'd prefer to be called Fiesty." Mary
stared back at him.
"Fiesty?" Father John asked with a bit of confusion.

"Yes, Fiesty.  I think it reflects my personality
better than Mary."  Father John smiled at her with
obvious amusement.
"Yes, I'm sure it does." He said, "But around here,
except for personal interviews like this we use Mr. or
Miss and the persons last name."

"Then just call me Fiesty when we are," Mary paused and
put on her best 'innocent slut' look, "alone."  Father
John swallowed several times then chuckled.

"OK, Fiesty, we believe in encouraging creativity
here."  Father John returned her look with more frank
unhidden lust than the other priests had.

"Now, Fiesty," Mary got a thrill hearing Father John
call her that, "what can I do for you?"  Mary was
sorely tempted to say 'well I could use a good fuck'
but she resisted the urge.  Leaning forward Mary put
her class schedule on Father John's desk.

"It's this class schedule," Mary stood up and leaned
over the desk so she could point to the classes as she
talked.  Also so she could let her blouse hang down and
give Father John a good look at her breasts.  "You've
got me running back and forth from one side of the
campus to the other for every class."

"Well, that is the school policy," Father John leaned
forward himself bringing their faces close to each
other, "it's felt that this keeps the students active
and lets them get some exercise."  Father John looked
up from the class schedule directly into Mary's eyes.
Mary found herself being almost lost in Father John's
intense eyes.  After a moment Mary backed off
momentarily, she had the strange feeling that the
balance of power was shifting in Father John's favor.

"Well, I don't like it." She responded weakly trying to
think of a way to regain the initiative.
"Not liking it is not a good enough reason to change
it." Father John declared with another chuckle.

"Now," Father John leaned even closer to her, and after
making a point of looking at her breasts stared
directly into her eyes, "do you have any thing better
to offer me?"
"Well..." Mary started to reply nervously.  She was
used to being in control, being the aggressor.  Even in
those cases where she was the 'covert' aggressor, she
still felt totally in control of the man and the
situation.  Now she felt like her power and control
were flowing unstoppably to Father John.

"Why don't you lift your skirt and let me see what you
have to barter with." Father John suggested with a
wicked grin.  Mary, already overwhelmingly horny from
her morning's activities stood up and after spreading
her legs, lifted her skirt up to waist level.  Father
John pushed his chair away from the desk then stood up
to get a better look at Mary's smooth, clean shaved
cunt.

"Ok, bring that slutty little cunt around here, if it
feels as good as it looks I might think about rewriting
your class schedule."  Mary, still holding the front of
her dress up, walked around the end of the desk.  She
was feeling uncharacteristically shy and could feel her
face burning with the first blush she'd experienced in
several years.  What is it, she thought, about this man
that turns me into a blushing wimp?  All of her usual
confidence had deserted her.  Approaching the imposing
figure Mary stood in front of Father John.  She stared
at the floor instead of confidently into his eyes as
she usually would.  Father John took her by the upper
arms and positioned her with her ass against the edge
of his desk, then pushed her backward until her back
was laying on the desk and her legs were hanging over
the near edge.  Her head hung over the far edge, except
when she would hold it up to observe the actions of
Father John.

Father John grabbed Mary's blouse and ripped it open,
buttons flew across the room.  Mary could hear them
hitting the walls, and falling onto the floor.  The
fierceness of the act sent an unexpected thrill through
Mary's body, tightening her nipples and causing more
lubrication to ooze from her already wet cunt.
Slipping his fingers under the top edge of her bra
cups, Father John pulled up and apart until the metal
hook holding the bra closed between her breasts bent
and finally gave way.

"Oh God yes." Mary whispered as the cool office air hit
her exposed breasts and hardened her nipples almost to
the point of discomfort.  Reaching around to Mary's
side, Father John grasped the waistband of her skirt
and pulled until the metal hook bent and the zipper
pulled apart.  Father John heard Mary's deep throaty
groan as he continued to pull.  The seam down the side
of the skirt slowly began to give.  The sound of the
ripping thread sounded like machine gun blasts to Mary.

"Oh God, Please fuck me." Mary begged as she lay naked
amongst the remnants of her, now ruined, school
uniform.  The forceful and, almost, viscous quality of
Father John's actions, combined with the feel and sound
of the clothes being ripped from her body had
heightened Mary's sexual excitement to the point of
frenzy.  She was already moving her hips in quick jerky
fuck motions waiting eagerly for Father John to get
down to business.

"Well, dear, God isn't here to fuck you so you'll just
have to be satisfied with one of his humble servants."
As he spoke Father John removed his robe revealing his
already hard cock.  Holding his cock at its base Father
John rubbed its head up and down the wet cunt lips in
front of him.  Mary brought her legs up and held them
with a hand behind each knee as she spread her legs and
lifted her head to watch the big purplish cock head,
now glistening with her cunt juice, moving up and down
her pussy.

"Oh please fuck me, I can't wait any longer."  Father
John smiled at the unabashed begging tone in Mary's
voice.  Taking a hold of each of her legs Father John
pushed them back and apart until Mary winced from the
pain.  Then he positioned his lubricated cock head
against the small brown opening to Mary's ass.

"Oh please, no" Mary begged when she realized where
Father John was about to fuck her.  "I've never been
fucked that way, it'll hurt too much."  Father John
smiled at her with such evil intent that Mary felt a
bolt of fear streak through her body like lightening.

"Then it's about time you did get fucked this way."
Father John said as he began to push his cock head
against her tight resisting sphincter. "And there is no
such thing as 'hurting too much' when a slutty little
whore like you is involved." With this last statement
Father John threw his entire weight behind his invading
cock.  As his cock began to slip inside her virgin ass
Father John slapped her hard across the face.

"Silence bitch." He ordered with the slap.  Mary
stifled the scream she felt building.  It felt like a
red-hot rod was being forced inside her.  Mary's face
screwed up in pain as tears leaked from her eyes and
rolled down her temples.  She moaned 'oh god help me'
then let her head fall backward over the edge of the
desk as his cock hit bottom.  Once his cock was buried
deeply inside the now crying girl on his desk Father
John relaxed and held his cock in place while he
pinched her nipples and stroked her large clit with the
tip of his finger.  Slowly the burning feeling began to
subside and Mary became aware of the erotic signals
emanating from her nipples and clit.  As the sexual
excitement began to build once more the stretched
'full' feeling in her ass slowly became erotic and
added to the fires of her lust.

She had never had a man treat her this rough before.
It scared her, and excited her at the same time.  Mary
lifted her head and watched with fascination as Father
John's large hard cock began to work its way out then
back into her over stretched ass.  She looked up at
Father John's face and saw an expression of pure bliss.
Picking up the pace Father John fucked his cock in and
out of her ass with increasing speed and forcefulness.

Mary leaned her head back over the edge of the table
once more and worked her hips up and down in time with
the cock fucking in and out of her ass.  She was amazed
at how hot she was getting.  Father John continued to
pinch and stroke her large clit while he fucked her
ass.  He was rewarded with deep growling pre-cum moans
from Mary's throat.

"God I love fucking little sluts with virgin asses." He
said as her bent over her and sped up his fucking.
"Oh yes," Mary groaned now thoroughly enjoying her
first ass fuck, "fuck my ass hard."
Father John rested his open hands on each side of her
body as he leaned on the desk and fucked his cock into
her with manic intensity.  Mary wrapped her arms around
Father John's neck to keep from being pushed off the
desk by the force of his fucking.

The pleasure exploded inside Mary's head sending her
into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
As her orgasm began to die down Father John's body
tightened.  Mary could see every muscle standing out in
tight knots.  His hips jerked spasmodically and Mary
could feel his cock twitching inside her ass as her
filled her with his cum.

"Oh God damn." Father John bellowed as his cock
disappeared from her ass and he collapsed into the desk
chair behind him.  Mary lay wet, panting and speechless
on Father John's desk.  Father John sat wet, panting
and speechless on his desk chair.  Mary's feet slipped
from the desk and her legs hung limply over the edge.
They both remained silent for several minutes,
listening to each other's heavy breathing.

"Come here, bitch." Father John growled at the girl
still lying on his desk.  Mary struggled up onto her
elbows, then sat up on the edge of the desk.  "On your
knees."  Father John ordered pointing to the floor
between his naked thighs.  Mary lowered herself to her
knees, then shuffled over to the spot he had indicated.

"Lick me clean."  Father John sighed as he leaned his
head back on the chair and watched with lowered eyelids
as Mary slowly approached his soft cock with her
outstretched tongue.  Mary had often licked and sucked
her own cunt juice from men's cocks, and loved the
taste of her self, but this time she had to consciously
try to not think about where this cock had just been.

Father John's cock was beginning to harden again before
she completed her task and was ordered to sit on the
desk again.  Father John opened a desk drawer and
pulled out an id bracelet and a pair of pliers.  Using
the pliers Father John opened one of the links of the
chain and after wrapping it around Mary's left ankle,
used the pliers to close the link.  This done Father
John stood up and after putting his robe back on walked
toward the office door.

"You better get some fresh clothes on and get to class
now." Father John said as he opened the door, then he
turned back to look at her. "Come back at for o'clock
this after noon and we will...ah...'discuss' changes to
your class schedule."  Then he left leaving the door
open and Mary sitting naked on his desk.  Mary pulled
her blouse closed and looked around the desk.  After
finding a paper clip dispenser Mary, with trembling
hands, fastened her blouse with four paper clips.  Mary
slipped off the desk and stood behind the desk as she
tried to pull her ripped skirt around her waist and
over-lap it enough to hide her naked body underneath.
The trembling spread from her hands up her arms and
over her entire body.  She sat down in Father John's
chair and thought about what had just happened.  Tears
rolled down her cheeks.

She had, she decided, just been raped.  No matter how
young she had been she had always felt in control of
the men she allowed to fuck her, and there were many
who wanted to that she did not allow to.  Father John
had taken control of her and fucked her in a way she
didn't want to be fucked, that made it rape.  Worse
than that he had made her enjoy it.

Mary pulled her left ankle up and rested it on her
right knee.  She turned the oval metal part of the id
bracelet over and read engraved there 'Property of
Father John'.  He had raped her, and now he was trying
to take possession of her.  Her growing determination
to resist this ownership was tempered by memories of
how intense her orgasm had just been.

"One of the best" she said out loud to no one in
particular.  Mary picked up her purse and put the strap
over her shoulder then, holding her skirt closed as
best she could, headed across the campus toward the
girl's dorm.  About half way across the campus Mary
suddenly stopped and said

"Shit" under her breath.  Why, she asked herself,
didn't I put my panties back on?  Oh well, she answered
herself as she continued her trip across the campus,
too late now.  After making it to her dorm room without
exposing too much of her self to too many different
people Mary let her ruined clothes fall to the floor
and looked at her self in the full length mirror.  Her
attention was immediately drawn to the anklet.  All the
way across the campus each step she took had reminded
Mary of this new tag of ownership.  She saw her own
face blush, something that had not happened in a number
of years.

Her mind seemed to be swirling with a myriad of
conflicting emotions and thoughts.  She remembered the
thrill that had run through her body when Father John
ordered her to come to him.  She felt the fear of
loosing control and the thrill of loosing control.

Watching her self in the mirror Mary spread her legs
then slowly pushed a finger into her wet cunt.  A
moment later she added a second finger to her cunt and,
using her other hand rubbed her clit with two fingers.
Mary loved to watch herself cum, and she was rewarded
in just a few minutes with a body tensing orgasm that
only seemed to stoke the fire of her lust instead of
quenching it.  After watching herself cum Mary took a
couple of facial tissues and wiped her butt area with
them.  Looking at the tissue with a surprised
expression Mary spoke out loud.  "I was sure there
would be blood."  Reaching back behind her again Mary
gently probed her just fucked ass with the first joint
of her index finger.  There was still enough residual
lubrication for her finger to slip effortlessly inside
the tight muscle.

Mary pulled her finger from her ass and walked over to
her bed.  Opening the bedside table drawer, Mary pulled
out a good-sized vibrator and lay down on her bed.  The
buzz sound seemed to echo off the walls as Mary worked
the tip up and down the lips of her cunt and around her
large erect clit.  After working the vibrator in and
out of her wet  cunt a few times Mary moved the tip of
the vibrator to her ass and began to push it against
her tight sphincter.

Mary could feel the vibrations through her ass, her
cunt and clear up to her clit.  She pushed harder and
harder until the muscle guarding this entrance into her
body relaxed and allowed the vibrating intruder access
to her newly discovered erotic zone.  Working the
vibrator in and out of her ass with her right hand,
Mary began to pinch rub and pull on her clit with her
left.  She treated her clit far rougher than she
usually did, but the excitement of fucking her own ass
with the vibrator seemed to call for it.

As she fucked the vibrator in and out of her ass Mary
kept a tight hold on it, she did not want to go to the
student infirmary to have a vibrator removed from her
asshole.  As her excitement built Mary began to pinch
and pull on her clit harder than she ever had before.
Then as the first wave of her orgasm crested and
spilled over her Mary turned on her side and squeezed
her legs together.  Still fucking the vibrator in and
out and still pulling on her clit, she turned her head
and pushed her face against the pillow to muffle her
orgasmic screams.  When the orgasm subsided Mary let
the vibrator slip from her ass and turned it off, then
she rolled on her back and lay with her legs spread.
Her arms and legs felt heavy and tired.  As she began
to drift toward sleep a feint smile played across her
lips as she realized that it was memories of her 'anal
rape' that had drove her orgasm to such energy draining
heights.

Mary jerked and sat up.  She looked around the room in
a confused manner, then relaxed as she recalled the
days events and remembered how she came to be naked and
laying on her bed in the dorm room.  As she sat on the
edge of the bed, Mary began to recall vague memories of
a dream she had just had.  She could only remember
disjointed scenes of monks in robes and her self tied
to an altar in an old gothic church.

"Shit." Mary said as she looked at her watch and
realized she had missed all of her afternoon classes.
She was due back at Father John's office at 4:00 to
'discuss' her new class schedule and it was 3:50
already.  Ignoring her bras and panties, Mary threw on
a blouse and skirt with nothing on underneath and
headed out the door.  On her way out the door Mary ran
into her roommate, Ruth.

"OHHHHH girl, you're in trouble now." Ruth said without
preliminaries.

"Thanks for the late breaking news Ruthie," Mary
replied with a quick hug to take the sting out of the
sarcasm.  "Did you get that from CNN?"

"OHHHH girl, word is you missed every class this
afternoon."  Ruthie started every comment with a 'OHHHH
girl'.

"Yes I did, I was doing a project for Father John, my
academic advisor." Mary explained, hoping that Father
John would do something to keep her from being in as
much trouble as Ruthie seemed to think she was in.
"And now I've got to run I have to be back at his
office at 4:00 or I'll be in even more trouble."

"OHHHHHgirl, you'd better get your ass running."  Mary
smiled at Ruthie then turned ad began to run towards
the Administration building.  As she ran Mary's skirt
bounced higher and higher until her peek-a-boo playing
cunt and ass were attracting the attention of the male
students as well as the priests.  Mary appeared,
breathless and panting, at Father John's office door
just as his clock chimed four o'clock.  Knowing she
desperately needed his help to stay in school, Mary
walked over to Father John's chair and knelt at his
side with her eyes down.  She remembered reading a
story about a submissive woman and how she acted with
the man who owned her and was determined to act that
way to get Father John's help.  Mary waited patiently
with her eyes down until Father John spoke to her.

"You missed all of your afternoon classes." Father John
stated.

"Yes sir." Mary replied.  Father John put down the book
he was reading and looked at the contrite young girl
kneeling at his side.

"Aren't you going to offer and excuse for your
dereliction?"  He asked.

"No." she answered.  I knew this girl was trainable,
Father John said to himself with an inward smile.
"Tell me what you did, in detail."  Father John watched
Mary as she told her story of the afternoons events.
"You will have to be punished, but I will make sure you
do not get kicked out of any classes."  Father John
turned his chair until he was facing the kneeling girl.
"I need to have you suck my cock." He announced as he
lifted his robe exposing his cock.

Mary inhaled as she leaned forward toward the proffered
cock then took the tool in her hands.  It was obvious
that Father John had just finished fucking another
woman.  His cock was still sticky with her cunt juice
and Mary could smell the other woman's scent on his
cock and pubic hair.   She took the cock in her mouth
and found herself analyzing the smell and taste to see
how it differed from her own.  She liked her own taste
and smell and decided that whoever this woman was she
smelled and tested very much like Mary herself did.

Mary massaged Father John's balls firmly and stroked
the base of his cock as it grew larger and larger in
her sucking mouth.  Father John grabbed hair on each
side of Mary's head and forced her mouth further and
further down the shaft of his hard cock.  Holding
Mary's head firmly in place Father John fucked deeply
into her throat, ignoring the choking and gagging
noises being emitted around his invading cock.  Finally
he held her face pushed hard against his pubic hair
and, ignoring her squirming body and her hands pushing
against his legs, shot cum down her throat and into her
stomach.

Once released Mary sat on the floor, her head leaning
against Father John's legs, panting and trying to catch
her breath.  As she ran her tongue around the inside of
her mouth Mary could taste Father John's cum and the
'other woman's' juices.

"Stand up." Father John ordered pulling Mary to her
feet.  Father John bent Mary face down over the top of
his desk.  With one hand on the small of her back
holding her in the bent over position, Father John
pulled her skirt up exposing Mary's ass and cunt to his
view.

Mary could feel Father John smearing something on her
ass, then on her cunt lips.  Father John pulled Mary's
skirt back down then after pulling her to a standing
position, grasped the front of her blouse and ripped it
open.  Once again Mary listed as her buttons showered
down onto the floor.  After her breasts were exposed,
Mary watched as Father John took something from an
unlabeled tube and smeared it on her nipples.  Her
nipples grew hard from the attention.

"Now-" Father John said stepping away from his young
victim. "-go back to your room.  Stay there until you
are told otherwise.  Do not-" His voice lowered and he
stepped forward to emphasize what he was saying.     "-
touch your self in any way, and do not let anybody, or
anything else touch you." Father John lifted her head
by the chin so he could stare into her eyes.

"Do you understand?"  Mary nodded her head 'yes'.
Father John turned without another word and walked from
his office.  Mary left the building holding her button-
less blouse closed and wondering what it was that
Father John had put on her.

"I'm going to have to do something about these
buttons." She said to herself as she walked down the
walkway towards her dorm room.  Mary was no more then
twenty yards from the front door of the administration
building when the first signs of heat began to build on
her ass, cunt and nipples.  As the sensations grew, her
brain interpreted the signals as sexual.

Her nipples felt like they were begging to be sucked
on.  Her ass and cunt felt like they needed a long hard
fucking.  By the time Mary walked into her dorm room
her cunt was oozing so much that she felt like her
thighs were wet all the way down to her knees.  Mary
laid down on her bed and reached over her head to hang
on to a shelf on the wall, hoping to keep her hands off
her body as she had been instructed by Father John.
Never in all the time since she had sampled her first
cock had Mary ever felt the need to be fucked so
intensely.  Not being fucked was, at this point, the
worst torture anybody could inflict on her.  She laid
with her legs spread, her short skirt barely covering
her crotch, hoping the cool air would quench some of
the fire emanating from between her legs.  Mary shut
her eyes to concentrate on not touching herself.

"OHHHHH girl-" Mary jumped when she heard Ruthie's
familiar voice standing over her.  "-what are you doing
girl?" Ruthie looked directly at Mary's crotch where
her skirt had pulled up exposing her wet open cunt.
"You look like you need a piece girl."  Ruthie
continued then stroke a sassy pose "and you know I'm
just the one to give it to you."

"Please Ruthie-" Mary begged. "-not now."  Ruthie, who
rarely let other people upset her, shrugged her
shoulders and, after walking into the bathroom, shut
the door.
Mary jerked and sat up in her bed when the phone rang.
She had fallen asleep despite her desperate need for a
thorough fucking.  As she reached for the phone images
of her rapidly fading dream swirled in her head.  All
she could remember about the dream was being naked in a
stone walled church with a bunch of faceless monks
getting ready to punish and 'purify' her.

"Hello?" Mary pulled her blouse shut over her breasts.

"Come to the chapel." She heard Father John's voice
order just before the click of a phone being hung up.
As Mary climbed off her bed she became aware once again
of the burning sensations radiating from her cunt, ass
and nipples.  Looking behind her Mary noticed that her
dripping cunt had soaked through the back of her skirt
and left a wet spot on the bed cover.

Holding her button-less blouse closed Mary hurried to
the chapel.  Her eager anticipation of getting the
fucking she so desperately needed was tinged with fear
about what she might have to do to get that badly
needed fuck.  As she walked through the heavy wood door
Mary saw Father John sitting in the ornate chair behind
the alter.

"Stop." Father John ordered when Mary started to walk
down the center isle of the chapel.  "Take off your
clothes."  Mary looked around to see if anybody else
was in the room then stripped off her blouse and skirt,
leaving only her shoes and thigh-high stockings.
"Everything" Father John continued when Mary hesitated.
Mary removed her shoes then her stockings.
"Now you can approach me."  Mary walked with a
combination of pride in her tight well-muscled body,
embarrassment of her total nakedness and fear about
what she was going to be required to do for this man.
She could feel the sticky-ness on the insides of her
thighs as she walked up the isle towards the altar.

"Kneel in front of me." Father John ordered as Mary
approached the chair in which he was sitting.  Mary
knelt in front of her owner/master/tormentor and waited
to see what was going to happen next.  Father John
looked at the naked girl in front of him and waited as
her agitation grew.

"What do you want?" He finally asked her.  Mary
hesitated a moment before answering.
"To be fucked."  She said simply.
"How badly do you want to be fucked?" Father John asked
her.

"I want to be fucked more than anything I've ever
wanted before in my life." Mary said looking up into
his eyes imploringly.  Then she fell forward and
grabbed both of Father John's legs.  "Oh god, please
fuck me."  She begged kissing his sandaled feet in
between the words.  She continued to shower kisses on
his feet and beg him to fuck her for another minute,
then she turned around and stuck her butt up in the air
with her head and breasts pushed hard against the cold
wood floor.

"Please, oh god please fuck me, I can't stand it any
longer." Her begging could just barely be heard, but
the message of her wet, open exposed cunt being wiggled
back and forth in front of Father John was
unmistakable.  Father John stood up and, after taking
Mary's arm and pulling her to her feet, leg her to the
communion rail and pushed her head first across it.
Mary, almost standing on her head, spread her feet and
looked back between her legs as Father John took a wet
handkerchief from the bowl of holy water and began to
clean the salve from her cunt and ass.  Watching from
her upside down position Mary pictured what she must
look like, folded in half over the wood railing with
her ass and cunt open and ready for Father John's use.

After cleaning her crotch of the heat producing
compound Father John held her hip with one hand while
he probed deeply into her wet cunt with two fingers of
the other hand.  Mary moaned and moved her cunt back
against the fingers.

"Yes, oh god, yes." She moaned as she rocked her hips
moving her cunt up and down on Father John's extended
fingers.  Father John removed his fingers, then,
kneeling behind her, pushed his mouth against her cunt
and probed her hot wet depths with his expert tongue.
Mary continued to move her hips slowly up and down
rubbing her cunt on Father John's face, smearing her
cunt juice on his beard and rubbing her clit against
his hairy chin.

"Please fuck me." Mary begged looking back over her
shoulder, "Please take me, finish making me your
property."  Father John continued probing her cunt with
his tongue ignoring her please for relief from her need
to be fucked.  After sating his desire for the taste
for pussy Father John pulled Mary to her feet and
walked her to the altar.  Taking her by the waist he
lifted Mary and sat her on the altar.  Mary immediately
leaned back on her elbows and brought her legs up
placing her feet on the edge of the altar.  Her hips
continued to rock moving her cunt slowly up and down in
anticipation of being fucked.  She watched as Father
John removed his robe, then climbed up on the altar
with her.  Father John pushed her further back onto the
altar then, kneeling between her widespread raised
legs, he pushed the head of his hard cock against the
her wet cunt lips.

As the welcomed invader pushed, too slowly for her
tastes, into her hot cunt Mary leaned her head back and
found herself staring at the huge crucifix on the wall
behind the altar.  Mary felt like singing a few verses
of the alleluia chorus as Father John's hard cock
slipped all the way into her.  I wonder, Mary thought,
looking up at Jesus on the cross, as Father John
settled into a steady pounding fuck rhythm, how big he
is under that loincloth.  As Mary bucked her hips up
against Father John to get the maximum penetration, she
noticed that, from this angle, it looked like Jesus was
leering down at her with a most 'un-Christ-like' look.

"You'll just have to wait your turn."  Only when Father
John slowed his fucking and looked at her quizzically
did Mary realize that she had said it out loud instead
of thinking it.   Mary just smiled enigmatically up at
Father John and fucked herself harder against him.
Father John shrugged his shoulders then turned his
attention back to pounding his cock into her wet cunt.

Mary had long before given up, at least intellectually
any connection with the Roman Catholic Church.  But as
a sudden wave of over powering guilt swept through her
she realized that she could never rid herself of the
early emotional indoctrination.  Mary hid her eyes from
Jesus on the cross and the Virgin Mary staring down at
her from the side as her guilt mixed with the onrushing
orgasm.

"OH GOD FUCK ME HARD."  She screamed humping herself
like a maniac against Father John's hard cock.  "OH
GOD.  JESUS AND Mary I'M CUMING."  When she realized
what she had just screamed, while getting fucked on the
altar of a church the guilt overwhelmed her and drove
her orgasm to heights she had never dreamed of before.

Mary slowly regained consciousness lying naked on the
altar.  She had never passed out during an orgasm
before.  She looked around, but Father John was nowhere
to be seen.  Gathering up her clothes Mary got dressed
and walked back to her dorm.  She was overwhelmed by
guilt and totally satiated by the best orgasms in her
considerable experience.

Mary, holding her button-less blouse closed with both
hands, stumbled then caught her self as she walked
toward her dorm room.  The images of being fucked on
the altar with Jesus and the Virgin Mary looking down
on her swirled through her mind fueling her feelings of
shame, humiliation and 'dirtiness'.  After she closed
the dorm room door behind her Mary removed her clothes
with trembling fingers then, being careful not to look
at her self in any of the mirrors around the room,
walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in
the small shower.

Once the steam was billowing nicely in the small
bathroom Mary adjusted the water temperature and
stepped into a shower just hot enough to be
uncomfortable.  Mary soaped and rinsed her body
repeatedly trying with increasing intensity to wash
away the feeling of dirtiness that permeated her entire
body.  Finally she collapsed onto the floor of the
shower, clutching her knees in the fetal position,
leaning against the wet shower wall, and crying
convulsively as the hot water streamed over her naked
body.

Mary was in the interesting position of wanting to beg
deities she did not believe in for forgiveness for
committing sacrilege in their 'house of worship'.
Finally, after the tears tapered off to an occasional
sniff, Mary promised these deities, the ones she knew
did not exist (or at least at this point desperately
hoped did not exist), that she would not allow it to
happen again.  Filled with a new resolve and reassured
of her ability to ultimately control any situation when
it involved a man, Mary stood up and, after shutting
off the water, stepped from the shower and began to rub
her body vigorously with her bath towel.

After drying Mary wrapped the towel around her breasts
and tucked in the corner.  Stepping in front of the
full-length mirror Mary unwrapped the towel and held
the two corners out away from her body so she could see
all of her naked body.  I don't look any different, she
thought as she turned from side to side.  Since Ruthie
was still gone, Mary hung her towel up in the bathroom
and walked naked to her bed.  Unlike most females Mary
actually preferred to sleep in the nude.

After settling into the bed Mary turned off the light
and snuggled under the blanket.  As she relaxed
preparing to go to sleep Mary began to review
everything that had happened during the day.  She
smiled remembering the scared and excited look on poor
father Griffith's face as she left his chemistry class.
He's going to be easy, she thought.

Mary's mind shied away from considering her activities
with Father John.  Or, she corrected herself, Father
John's activities with my body.  Pretending not to hear
the 'small quite voice' in her mind, telling her that
she would do anything Father John wanted in order to
have another orgasm like that last one on the altar,
Mary began to dwell on the remembered feelings of that
last union with Father John.

A very familiar and always welcome warmth and moisture
began to spread from Mary's always ready cunt as she
remembered the shame and embarrassment of being watched
by the statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary as Father
John hammered away at her on the altar.  Giving into
the building feelings Mary rolled over onto her back
and, after bending her knees and spreading her legs,
slipped her hand down over her stomach and rubbed small
circles around her hardening clit.

Mary decided against using the vibrator this time,
wanting instead to feel the soft wet tissues of her
pussy with her fingers.  Although she tried to think of
every other erotic situation she could think of, as her
excitement built Mary's mind returned time, after time,
to the image of her being fucked on the altar in the
chapel beneath the holy statues.  When Mary clamped her
legs closed on her hand and rolled on her side in
orgasmic pleasure, the image of Jesus on the cross with
a huge erection came unbidden to her mind.

"Oh God." She moaned with a combination of intense
pleasure and renewed shame and guilt.  I must be a
raving pervert, she thought as she drifted off to
sleep, her hand still held tightly between her legs.
In her sleep Mary found her self in the stone church
once again.  This time she was naked and tied to the
altar.  One wrist and one ankle were tied to each
corner of the stone slab top of the altar.

The 'real' Mary watched from above as the 'dream' Mary
lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings.  Mary
noticed that the anklet that said 'Property of Father
John' was gone from her ankle.  As she looked at her
self she saw writing right above where her thigh
attached to her torso.  Looking closer Mary realized
that she was seeing a tattoo that read 'This slut
belongs to Father John'.

Mary heard male voices doing Gregorian chants and
strained to pick up her neck and look out the door of
the church.  The chanting grew louder and a line of
monks filed through the door.  Their cowls were pulled
down, hiding their faces in deep shadows.  Mary became
convinced that the first monk in the line was Father
John.

As the monks got closer Mary strained against her bonds
trying to pull her legs together to cover her exposed
cunt and to pull her arms together over her naked
breasts.  As she did so she glanced up at the statues
of Jesus on the cross and of the Virgin Mary that
loomed over her and the altar.  The statues had come to
life, they were pointing at her and laughing.  The
Virgin Mary pointed a finger at Mary and a booming
female voice spoke.

"Lay still slut, you must be purified for your dirty
thoughts."  When she was done speaking the Virgin Mary
reached into her robe and, after pulling one of her
breasts into view, looked over at Jesus on the cross.

"Are you thirsty?" The booming female voice asked Jesus
as the stature pinched its nipple and massaged its
breast.  Jesus, still on the cross, looked over at the
Virgin Mary as he pulled one hand free and, with the
nail still protruding through the palm, ripped off his
loincloth revealing an unbelievably big erect cock.

"Not right now mom." He said to the other statue. "I
want to watch this little whore get punished for
thinking dirty things about us."  The statue of the
Virgin Mary pulled her breast up to her own pouty lips
and flicked her tongue over the her erect nipple.
"I'll just feed myself then." The statue retorted with
obvious disappointment as she started sucking
enthusiastically on her own nipple.

"You have entertained perverse and sacrileges
thoughts." Mary heard Father John's voice booming from
right beside her head.  "And you have participated in
blasphemous rites on the holy altar.  For this you must
be punished and purified."  As Mary watched the monks,
who were now surrounding the altar, pulled off their
robes to reveal hard cocks almost as big as the one
sported by the statue of Jesus still looming over her
head.

Without any further warning the monks produced multi-
stranded whips and began to flog Mary.  The blows
rained down on her legs, stomach, breasts, and cunt.
Mary screamed over and over, but the blows never let
up.  Then with a strange almost stomach turning change
took place in the dream and Mary was writhing under the
whips on the verge of cuming instead of screaming in
pain.

"Yes, punish me." She shouted to the monks.  "Punish
the slut.  Punish me un til I cum again."  As her dream
orgasm approached Mary noticed that the statue of Jesus
was grinning down at her as he stroked his hard cock
that seemed to have grown by several inches since the
last time she had noticed it.  The statue of the Virgin
Mary was still sucking on her own nipple while her
other hand had disappeared beneath her robe where it
was obviously engaged in stroking and fingering her
stone cunt.

The 'real' Mary, still watching the scene from above
the altar, realized that her own hand was between her
legs and that she was on the verge of cuming for real.
Her hips rocked, rubbing her clit against her own hand
as Mary moaned loudly and came with bucking hips
banging the bed against the wall.  The dream dissolved
under the pressure of her real life orgasm and Mary
laid on the bed panting and trembling.

"Ohhh girl, is something wrong?" Mary heard Ruthie ask
her as she felt the blanket lifted and Ruthie's warmth
settle in next to hers in the bed.  Ruthie wrapped her
arms around the still trembling Mary and held her
tightly.

"Ohhh girl," Ruthie continued, "Did you have a
nightmare?  Or did you just do your self in the dark?"
Ruthie's hands began to rub up and down Mary's arms
causing Ruthie's arm to rub up and down over Mary's
naked nipples.

"Come on Ruthie," Mary said as she gently pushed
Ruthie's hands away from her. "you know I just don't
get off on girls."

"Ohhh girl, I know that -" Ruthie said as she kissed
Mary gently on the forehead "- I just thought you could
use some comforting."  Ruthie put her arms around the
trembling Mary and held her while both of them fell to
sleep.

Mary was transported instantly back into the dream
world inside the stone church.  She was still tied to
the altar as she had been before.  The monks were still
flogging her with one hand while they stroked their
impossibly huge hard cocks with the other.  Looking
above her Mary saw that the Virgin Mary statue was now
naked and fucking her self with one of the altar
candles.  Jesus, still on the huge crucifix, had gotten
his other hand free and was busily stroking his cock,
which was bigger than those of the monks, with both
hands.

The hard cock sticking out from the statue of Jesus on
the cross was so huge he could not even get both hands
completely around it.  As the flogging continued Mary
felt soft feminine hands push her thighs further apart.
Long, slender and very experienced fingers separated
the fleshy folds of her cunt.  The statue of the Virgin
Mary had disappeared from over her head.  Mary looked
down towards her feet and saw the Virgin, now looking
remarkably like Ruthie, slowly lowering her head toward
Mary's wet cunt.  Mary heard the Virgin speak.

"Ohhh girl, you have such a sweet pussy." Mary was
astonished that the Virgin talked like and sounded just
like Ruthie.  Mary moaned as the dream tongue slithered
and snaked in and around the folds of flesh between her
legs.  The Virgin Mary, Mary thought, must have some
experience at this.  As Mary quickly approached another
orgasm she noticed that the Virgin was now back up on
her pedestal as well as being between her legs.

"Now that's what I call a miracle." Mary murmured as
her hips pumped her wet cunt against the mouth and
tongue that were so expertly driving her to another
orgasm.  As the first waves moved through her Mary
noticed the cocks of the monks spewing streams of cum
onto her body.  She looked up to see Jesus showering
buckets of cum down onto her body.  The statue of the
Virgin Mary pumped her breasts and fountained milk onto
Mary where it mixed with the cum and puddled on her
stomach.

"Oh god, yes." Mary moaned as her body was covered with
slimy cum.  The orgasmic waves slowly subsided and
Mary, now fully awake looked around the room.  Ruthie
was in her bed apparently asleep.  Mary found her body
covered with sweat, but no cum.  "Good god -" Mary
murmured as she straightened out her top sheet, "- that
was one hell of a realistic dream.  I could have sworn
that Ruthie was licking my pussy."  Settling down in
her bed to go back to sleep, Mary could not see the
smile that played across Ruthie's lips.

It seemed to Mary to be only a few seconds later when
the alarm went off jerking her from the beginnings of
another dream.  Mary sat up on the edge of her bed and
looked across the room.  Ruthie's unmade bed was empty.
Mary yawned and stretched with distinctly feline like
motions.  Mary smiled at Ruthie as she stepped out of
the bathroom still working her toothbrush in her mouth.

"Ohh girl -" Mary could barely understand what Ruthie
was saying around the toothbrush and mouth full of
toothpaste "- that must have been some dream you had
last night."  Ruthie disappeared for a second then
reappeared with an empty mouth. "You kept moaning
things like 'oh yes Jesus, fuck me god'.

Did you, ah -" Mary searched for the best way to phrase
the question, "-wake me up anytime during the night?"

"Ohh girl, wake you up?  Girl, you kept waking me up."
Ruthie dug around in her closet looking for a clean
white blouse to go with her plaid school uniform skirt.
Picking up a not too badly wrinkled blouse from the
pile on the closet floor Ruthie gave it a tentative
sniff.

"Ohh girl, -" Ruthie continued as she shrugged her
shoulders then began to slip the blouse over her arms.
"- we've got to do some laundry tonight." Ruthie gave
Mary a knowing look, "Unless you just plan on replacing
your uniforms, girl."  Mary stood up and ignored
Ruthie's admiring looks as she walked to her own closet
and began to look for a clean, un-torn uniform to cover
her naked body.

"Ohh girl, you have got to let me show you what a woman
could do for that body of yours."  Ruthie said
following her roommate's movements.  "Well girl, -"
Ruthie said shaking her head like she was trying to
pull herself out of a pleasant dream, "I've got to get
over to the admin building before class."  Ruthie stood
up and walked across the room to the door.

"Ohh girl -" Ruthie paused at the door and turned
toward Mary "- where'd you get that great looking
anklet?"

"Ah -" Mary turned away from Ruthie to hide the blush
she felt creeping over her face "- it was a gift." Was
all she said.  After waiting to see if Mary would
elaborate on that answer Ruthie shrugged her shoulders
and shut the door behind her.  As the door shut Mary
turned and stared after Ruthie.  Did she, Mary thought,
or didn't she.  The old advertising line 'only her
hairdresser knows for sure' ran through Mary's mind
causing her to smile.



  
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