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Getting Fucked by Mary

By: Suzy Suburbanite


Part I:  Mind Fucked and Then Some


Chapter I

My name is Kate, and I guess that until three weeks ago I was just an
average suburban soccer mom.  I shuttled kids to various after school
activities, trying to find fulfillment in the garden, or at work, or in
front of the stove, and performed my regular wifely duties in the bedroom
once every six months or so.  I other words...I was stuck in a rut of
total boredom.  My lifestyle was far from the domestic bliss promised by
my puritanical upbringing in 1970s America.

Over the past four years, I had become an “Internet widow” as the home
computer occupied more and more of my husband’s time.  Initially, I tried
to entice him away from that stupid box with sexy lingerie and feeble
attempts at seduction.  Then I tried to participate in his online life,
but to no avail.  He always hid his trail, and really wasn’t interested in
sharing whatever fun he found.

During those three plus years, I developed a very strong fantasy life,
where I was often the center of attention for men (at the start) and later
women of all shapes and sizes.  I fantasized that I was stealing my
husband’s online girlfriends and having them go gaga over my sweet little
treasure and my toned, heart-shaped bottom.

I became so enthralled with my fantasy ability to extract my “lesbian
revenge” against my husband, that most, if not all, of my masturbatory
fantasies revolved around women.  At some point, I crossed a line, and
decided that I had to experience a woman’s touch and a woman’s sex.

So, back where we started...About nine weeks ago, I placed an ad on an
internet message board declaring that I am a married woman looking for her
first bi-sexual experience.  I stated that I wanted somebody—no, not
somebody--I wanted a beautiful, nasty woman that could control my body,
and take me to places that no man, nor my husband, ever had or ever could.
 I wanted a woman that could possess my very being.  I was very, very
nervous, but I was not disappointed by the responses.

After two weeks, I had close to thirty entertaining responses.  The most
enticing was from a woman who identified herself as ‘Mary’.

  “Kate, being a suburban mom myself, I would be pleased to introduce you
to the joys of girl love.  I have a very dirty mind, and will stretch your
limits in the most deliciously, nasty manner.  I suggest we meet for
coffee and a chat.

  My Warmest Thoughts,
  Mary”

Along with her decidedly slut-like words was a picture of an average
looking blond house wife.  She was pretty without being overly beautiful,
and suggested an exceptional, though understated sensuality.  I responded
to Mary:

  “My Dear Mary,

  Your brief comments intrigue me.  I would like very much to meet with
you.

  How does this Friday at 1 pm sound?  I will take the afternoon off from
work.

  I’m not sure where you work, but does the coffeehouse at the mall work
for you?  If not, then can you suggest someplace that is more convenient?

  Looking forward to new experiences,
  Kate”

Within the hour Mary responded by accepting my invitation for Friday at
1...what was I doing?  Was I really willing to risk my comfortable, albeit
boring, life with my husband to taste this forbidden fruit?  I had three
days to ponder on my actions, to make plans, or come crashing to earth
with the realization that I was just Walter Mitty with breasts.


Chapter II

Friday.  The moment of truth, so to speak.  I was so nervous that I was
ready to jump right out of my skin.  I couldn’t eat breakfast, nor could I
focus on any one thought for more than a few seconds.  My husband asked if
I was feeling ill. (If he meant sick of him, then yes, frankly I was.)

When I entered the shower that morning, it was as if I was dancing on hot
coals.  I just couldn’t keep still.  I masturbated once to a short
unsatisfying orgasm, and then decided to trim the hair surrounding my
pubis, which ended with a complete shave...something I hadn’t done in 20
years, since I was in college.

Work was no easy task that morning, either.  I did manage to eat some
Danish, but focus on anything other than my “wet little treasure” was a
very real issue.  I was truly on the verge of sexual madness.

I called the hotel adjacent to the mall, and reserved a magnificent suite
overlooking the river.  I still had problems fathoming what I was doing,
but I was so out of control with my desire for girl sex that I forged
ahead, whatever the cost.

I left work at noon, and headed to our onsite health club for a shower and
to change.  Once again, I couldn’t help but rub my exceptionally moist
honey pot, to yet another unsatisfying cum.  I so hoped that I could
relieve myself and forget this fantasy gone wild, that was not the case
and I moved on...would this be eternal damnation or eternal bliss?

I dressed in a very short navy skirt (sans panties), a sheer silk blouse
(sans bra), and a navy wool blazer.  Underneath it all was a simple, black
silk garter belt and black silk stockings.  I applied my makeup thick and
whorish: bright red lipstick, dark pink blush, and the quintessential
combo of blue eye shadow and black eyeliner.  A few dabs of Joy on the
neck, wrists, and even my inner thighs, and I was as ready as I was going
to be for this illicit adventure.

I didn’t want Mary to have any doubts that I was ready to try her sex that
very afternoon should I find her attractive.  I did one last look in the
mirror and off I went, into the unknown.


Chapter III

I swung by the hotel and checked in, dropping my bag in the room.  I
arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes early in the hope that I might sit
and collect my nerves before meeting my new friend.  I ordered a regular
coffee and found an empty booth facing the door.

“Hello?  Kate?”  Came a quiet voice from behind my left ear.  I jumped and
turned, almost scared into a heart attack.  I came face-to-face with Mary.

“I...um...hi?  Mary?” I said hopefully.

“It’s wonderful to meet you my darling Kate,” she said as she leaned into
me for a light hug and a quick peck on my cheek.

I felt her breasts softly touch my own as her lips moved from my cheek to
my mouth where she kissed me ever so delicately.  I absolutely gushed as
she pulled back; her hands on my shoulders, looking me squarely in the
eyes, and she smiled at me.

Breathlessly I said, “Oh.  Oh my.  It’s nice to meet you as well Mary.”

“Shall we sit,” she gestured to the booth.  I followed her direction,
nodded dumbly, and I sat as she moved in next to me.  I thought it odd
that she did not sit across for me until I remembered why we were meeting
in the first place...to become lovers.

Mary was sexier, more beautiful and more exotic than her picture conveyed.
 She was about 5’3”, but in her very high heels (I later found out her
heels were 5 inches high) she seemed much more statuesque, even
commanding.  She had lovely blonde hair that ran to the middle of her
back, and lovely round, full breasts.

For the next 45 minutes, we sat close in that booth.  We wandered into our
secluded cocoon of ‘mom talk’, glancing touches, and intent longing.  By
the time we reached our limit of coffee, I believed that Mary was “The”
one who could expand my life picture well beyond my present concept of
reality.

In many ways we were very similar: her three children to my two, her
interests in crafts to my interests in gardening, both equal in our
education and efforts to ‘climb the corporate ladder’, and both with
husbands that are complete bores and totally inattentive to the marriage. 
I shared with her how I had reached the point of needing to explore my
sexual feelings for women, and she shared with me excerpts from her two
previous lesbian affairs.

I felt that I was chatting with a life-long friend as we shared our
experiences, until Mary shifted her gentle touch from my left arm to my
left breast and said, “Darling, do you know that you’re made-up like a two
dollar whore, is that for me?”

Stumbling over my tongue, I came back to the entire reason for our
meeting.  This wasn’t just friends having coffee.  This was not a schmooze
meeting for a sales effort.  We were checking each other out as
prospective lovers.  I had a rush of sexual emotion...blushing, inflaming,
tingling emotion.

“Yes Mary, it’s just for you!”

She almost squealed in her delight.

“I have a room across the street,” she said, “If you are interested in
moving to more intimate quarters?”

I stared at her full, glistening lips as she was speaking, and then I
burst into laughter.

“Oh my goodness,” I laughed, “I booked a suite until Monday.”  And we both
burst out laughing.

“Well my pretty little whore, I want my money’s worth,” she said with a
playful, sly grin, while throwing two, one dollar bills on the table,
grabbing my hand, and leading me out of the coffee shop-- towards my
first, and only, lesbian affair.

“Mary wait, I need to pee,” she looked at me and said, “Save it my
darling.  We may need it soon.”  What had I done?  What path of depravity
was I going down?  Was I ready for the type of uninhibited sexual activity
that Mary may be suggesting?  ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’ I thought
and followed along like a puppy eager for her bitches teat.


Chapter IV

We chatted as we walked the few blocks to the hotel.  It was then that I
had my first chance to really look at this woman.  Mary is about 5’3”,
very petite, strawberry blonde hair that runs to the middle of her back. 
I watched her bottom as we walked, and noticed that is was firm under her
black skirt.  Quite counter from her unruly breasts, which it seamed were
barely contained inside her black blazer.  It was very apparent that she
was not wearing a bra, nor was she wearing a blouse, so the effect was
very entertaining.

She caught me stealing glances at her chest, “My, but you are anxious. 
Here dear, have a peek,” she said, as she turned and slightly pulled open
the lapel of her blazer and gave me a glimpse of her long, womanly
breasts.  I was stunned and actually gasped.  She laughed turned and held
out her hand for me to follow.

“Have you already checked-in?” she asked.

“Yes, room 1156.”  And we went straight to the elevators and headed
upstairs.

Somewhere around the 4th floor, Mary pulled me to her and gave me a very
passionate, open-mouthed kiss, which ended abruptly as the elevator
stopped on the 8th floor.  Three women, who appeared to be in their late
30s, entered the car.  They were laughing and giggling as I tried my best
to look calm.  I was feeling completely humiliated and nervous.  Did they
notice my smeared lipstick?  Was my face and neck flush with the
excitement from Mary’s kiss?  ‘Oh please hurry,’ I thought.

“Ding!”  The elevator car stopped and the doors slowly opened.  Mary
grabbed my hand and said, “Excuse us please,” to the other women.  

As I strode past, somebody lightly tugged my elbow; I turned my head and
came eye-to-eye with a very pretty brunette, “Have fun dear,” she said
with a wink.  I almost died on the spot...she knew.  She knew I was going
to a hotel room in the middle of a weekday afternoon to have sex with this
woman.

As the elevator door shut, I heard one of the women exclaim, “Well,
somebody is getting her pussy sucked today.”  There was loud giggling,
and, as the door slid closed with some finality, I heard a response of,
“Sounds like fun.  Let’s go have a quick one before we...”

Mary led me along the corridor to our room, took the key from my hand and
held the door open for me to enter.  I was having serious, serious doubts
about what was happening.  Could I really do this?  Was my fantasy so
overwhelming?


Chapter V

As I heard the door click shut behind me, I felt an empty pit in my
stomach and my heart raced to a point where I thought it may go merrily
pumping right out of my chest.  I stood frozen just inside the entryway of
the room, eyes close, and trying to breathe normally.  Was this panic?  Oh
God, I was terrified.  I heard Mary move about the room.  

She dropped her bag, and I heard the click of her heels on the marble
floor of the bathroom.  ‘Those heels,’ I thought, ‘how I wanted to lick
and kiss her pretty, pretty heels,’ good God, what am I thinking?

Suddenly, Mary was before me, gently holding both of my hands in hers.  I
opened my eyes to look into the lovely blue pools of her eyes.  “Kate,”
she started, and leaned forward to give me a very soft kiss on my cheek,
“you are so terribly sexy, and I want to make you my lover; to teach you,
to make your fantasy your new reality.  Kate, my darling...I want this to
be a very special turning point of your life.  Kate, I want to love you.” 


She was reading my mind: all the emotion coursing through my body, all my
fears of appearance, performance and acceptance, my need to be guided
through uncharted waters, my need to find new love, and a new lover.

“Let’s sit,” she said while guiding me slowly to the sofa.

I was still in a trance-like state, somewhere between a ‘B’ movie zombie
and rough clay for Mary to mold as she saw fit.  I dutifully took my place
beside her on the sofa.

“Are you afraid?” she asked.

“No...er...yes.  Yes, I’m very scared.  I’m not sure I should be here.”

“Oh darling, I understand.  It seems like a very short time ago that I was
in your position.  Why don’t we try to get you relaxed a bit?  Does that
sound good to you?”

“Yes...I don’t know.  I’m very confused.”

“Lean your head against my shoulder and put your arms around me...and
listen closely to what I’m about to say.”  I did as she asked and
immediately felt her warmth.  I could hear her heart beating and sensed
her breast rise and fall as she breathed steadily, calmly.  Mary lightly
stroked my hair and cheek as she spoke and I listened.

“Kate, I want you to be as comfortable as possible with me and what we are
here to explore.  I know that all of this is very foreign to you, and that
your emotions are running wild at the moment.  I will do everything to be
gentle, and guide you slowly through this new adventure, but please trust
me, it will be an adventure that you will cherish and, I hope
enthusiastically, help to blossom in the coming weeks, months, and years.”

I was half paying attention to Mary’s words, and was falling into an
almost hypnotic state as I listened to her heart beat and felt her warm
body enveloped in my arms, and mine in hers.  My brain was picking-up key
words: explore, wild, foreign, adventure, trust, cherish, words that
evoked visions of exotic, exciting places and forbidden acts of physical
pleasure...a mental hybrid of the romance novel and a pornographic movie.

She was still speaking, “I don’t ever want to do something to, or with,
you that you can’t cope with.  This will not be like sex with a man; you
will be an active, explicitly vocal participant in our activities.  I am a
very demanding teacher Kate, and will expect you to be a responsive
student.  Do you understand?”

“hmm hmmm,” was all I could muster.

“No dear, that is not suitable.  You will preface all your answers to my
questions by saying, ‘Yes Mary,’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ or ‘Yes Teacher,’ do you
understand Kate?  I am the teacher and you are the student.”

“Yes Ma’am, I understand that you are the teacher and I am your student.”

“Very good darling...”

This beautiful woman was starting to control me as if I were a child,
starting to possess my actions, molding me into her lesbian lover...just
like in my fantasies.

She continued, “I will expect you to tell me, in explicit detail, about
your emotions and feelings during any portion of our time together.  I
want to hear about your excitement, your fear, humiliation, guilt, and
pleasure.  If I am to teach you properly, then I must know your inner-most
emotions darling.  If you are to learn from me, and be my special lover,
then you must trust my judgment.  Is this clear Kate?

“Yes Mary, I must vocally express my emotions to you if I am to be a
proper student.”

“Now, when you say the ‘magic’ word, we will stop.  I will not judge, and
I will not pressure you into situations were you cannot receive pleasure. 
In other words, ‘No’ means ‘No’ and I will respect your boundaries, just
as I expect you to respect me.  Do you understand?”

I was feeling so warm, so incredibly ensconced in tender affection that I
dare not move, but Mary demanded a response, “Kate darling, did you hear
me?”

“mmmmmmmm,” was all I could manage.

“Yes my dearest, I will have you mewling and groaning, but please, you
need to understand the rules.”

“Mary, can we please stay just like this,” I whined.

“No darling.  You need to listen.  I need your commitment.”

As I lifted my head from Mary’s shoulder, I said, “O.K. Ma’am, Dean
Martin.”  She looked at me quizzically and I restated our ‘magic’ stop
word, “Dean Martin is what I’ll say if I really, really want you to stop.”

Mary giggled...well more than giggled, she guffawed, “Dean Martin?” she
laughed, “Why on earth Dean Martin?”

All I said was, “That’s Amore”

She hugged me close to her breast and whispered, “Yes my dearest, ‘That’s
Amore’ my darling little cunt.  Now kiss me!”

We fell into each other and kissed the kiss of lovers.  Mary’s tongue soon
found mine and we wrestled for control of our passion (she won...of
course).  Our hugs became impatient, yet tender caresses that became
needful clutching.  Both our bodies betrayed the logic of earlier
agreements as we thrust urgently in anticipation of a building climax. 
Oh, how I needed this release.  How I wanted to let myself go, to let my
sex be felt by another woman.

But, Mary stopped.


Chapter VI

“Slow down my sweet,” she stood and slowly removed her suit coat;
revealing her long conical breasts, topped by very dark, very prominent,
red nipples that extended a good two inches from the breast itself.  ‘What
amazing tits,’ I thought.  Why was I thinking in those terms?

I stared at her stunning tits.  I stared at the small gold rings that
pierced the end of each nipple.  I stared at the toned muscles of her
upper chest and shoulders.  I was awed by her delicate neck, the tiny
hairs standing on end, as if waiting for my kisses.  My God, how I want to
kiss her.  Devour her body with my lips.

“Do my breasts excite you dear Kate?”

“Yes.”

“What, you nasty slut?” she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am, the sight of your breasts excites me,” was my more formal
response.  I still didn’t understand why I had to answer her questions in
this manner...but, I was to learn.

She cupped her left breast and said, “Kiss my nipple dear.”

As I moved forward from my seated position, towards her inviting tit, she
said, “Yes Kate, kiss mommy’s nipple,” and I did.

Mary grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her other breast and told me to
pleasure her other tit, which I gladly did.  My womanly treasure was
feeling hot and juicy; I was embarrassed by my overt excitement to her
domineering actions.

Mary pushed me back on the sofa, and said, “Look at me darling.”  As if I
could stop.  I watched as she lowered the zipper on her skirt and let it
fall to the floor.  Like me, she was not wearing panties.  Unlike me, she
had a small tuft of hair above her pretty, pink treasure.  Unlike me, she
wore thigh-high stockings and not a garter belt.

“Look darling,” she teased, “does my body excite you?  I know you excite
me.”  And, she bent over to place her hands on her ankles and slowly, ever
so slowly, drew her fingers up along her calves, to her thighs and
ultimately to her wet, wet pussy.  “Oh my, but you excite me,” she moaned,
while dipping her right index finger into her honey pot.

I was utterly transfixed on her self-gratification, but she suddenly moved
her finger from her wetness to my lips, “Taste me Kate,” she moaned,
“taste how you excite me, my darling.”

Without any hesitation, I opened my mouth and took her wet, glistening
finger against my tongue.  “mmmmm,” I moaned as Mary slowly pumped her
tasty finger in and out of my mouth.  ‘I am doing it,’ I thought, ‘I
finally tasted the sex juice of another woman.  In this lovely hotel room,
fully-dressed, on my knees before my naked Mary, I was actually getting to
taste the glorious, musky tide of a woman.’

Mary slowly removed her finger from my mouth and placed it under my chin. 
She raised my head so that our eyes met in a lock of passion and lust. 
“Stand Kate,” she commanded.  She started to pet my cheek with her left
hand; “Is this how you imagined it Kate?  Did you enjoy your first taste
of a woman’s cunt?”

“Oh Mary, yes Mary, yes...I love the taste of your juice.”

“What kind of juice my darling Kate?”

“It’s your...um...it’s your sex juice.”

“Now Kate, I told you to be both explicit and specific,” Mary demanded. 
“I’ll ask you again.  Did you enjoy your first taste of a woman’s cunt?”

“Yes Ma’am, I loved my first taste of your...cunt.”  I shuddered in what I
can only describe as a mini orgasm as I said that filthy word.

She pulled me close to her and whispered in my left ear, “Do you want more
of my cunt juice Kate?  Do you want to become a slut for my hot, wet cunt
darling?  Are you ready for me to teach you how a proper lesbian worships
a woman’s cunt?”

Mary’s hot whispers against my ear and repeated use of THAT word made me
absolutely vibrate.  I was having one small orgasmic burst after another
as she hugged me close to her naked body.  “Oh Mary, oh Mary yes,” I
moaned loudly.

She pushed me back to arms length and looked into my eyes, waiting for me
to provide my ‘proper’ response.  Mary looked at me with a knowing gleam,
that she just turned a suburban housewife into a cunt worshipping, lesbian
slut, without once touching my breasts or my treasure.  That I was
thoroughly and completed ravished, fucked, and truly well at that, just
from her words and one small taste of her cunt juice.

“Yes Ma’am,” I started, as she reached to gently stroke my cheek, “I am
ready for you to teach me how to worship your cunt.  I am ready and
willing to become your lesbian slut.  Mary, I need to taste more of your
cunt juice.  I’ll do anything for you Ma’am.”  Now I was beginning to
understand her demands for me to vocalize my feelings.  She was right. 
This was not like sex with my husband, or any man I had ever known, this
seemed almost a play on a stage; that I was an actress in that play,
reading her lines not for the edification of an audience, but for the
pleasure of the director.  Hearing these words come from my mouth was
forcing me to accept what I was doing...simultaneously humiliating me and
exciting me, but without guilt as I did not, or could not control the
script.

As I finished declaring my lustful commitment to her, Mary again dipped
her delicate finger into her cunt and held it up for me to marvel at the
glistening, viscous juice clinging to the pale digit.  I watched,
transfixed, as she applied her cunt sauce to her lips as if it was the
most precious lip gloss known to women, “Kiss me my darling Kate,” her
wish was my joyous command.

I gently explored her soft lips with my tongue, tasting for the second
time the magical musky flavor of her cunt.  Mary unbuttoned my blazer and
blouse and urgently pushed both off my shoulders.  Then to my skirt which
she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped only to have it fall around my ankles
in an unceremonious pile.  Save for my heels, stockings and garter I was
naked, in the arms of another woman for the very first time in my life. 
My fear and trepidation had all but disappeared as my lovely teacher took
complete control of my body and mind.  Mary made me feel so desirable, so
sexy, so wanted...I never wanted her to stop.

Mary broke our kiss and hugged me close.  She reached her hand between our
naked bodies and touched my treasure.  ‘Oh god,’ I thought, ‘it is
happening.  This beautiful woman is touching me in the most intimate
way...she is touching my cunt.’  Mary started a couple inches from the top
of my slit and dug her finger into my lusty valley; pressing onto my
clitoris and further down into my cunt hole.  “My darling, but aren’t you
the saucy little bitch?  You’re absolutely flooded.” She whispered into my
ear.  “Is all this sweet pussy cream for me?”

“Yes Ma’am, all my cunt juice is just for you,” I moaned.

“No dearest, only experienced girl lovers have cunts, yours is a pussy or
fanny.” And she continued to forcibly stroke my pussy.

“Oh Mary, my pussy cream is all for you,” I groaned into her ear.  My
teacher, dare I say, my mommy set another boundary on our stage of lesbian
sex.

“Do you want mummy to fuck your smooth little pussy and make her little
girl feel good?”

“Oh my god,” was all I could manage as another series of rapid little cums
shook my body to the point where Mary had to hold me on my feet as my
knees buckled.  I almost fainted from the pure sexual pleasure of her
touch and her depraved words.

“Now little Katie, you know that is not a proper answer,” she demanded as
my ‘mummy’, my tormenter inserted her long, delicate finger into my pussy.

“Yes mommy, yes...yes...please fuck your little girl’s pussy.  Please
mommy, make me cum.”  I was almost screaming by this point as Mary thrust
first one, then two, then three, then four fingers into my pussy hole. 
She pumped me hard—very, very hard—for a minute or so, taking me as no man
ever had, ravishing my hot, smooth pussy; and then I came, and what an
orgasm it was.  The whole lower half of my body just seemed to go limp. 
It felt as though every bit of energy I had was flowing out through my
pussy...all of my tension, all of my fear, all of my self-consciousness,
all of my anger, every emotion stored for years on-end in my middle-aged
body gushed-forth from my ‘little girl’ pussy.

“That’s it my darling little dyke, let everything go.  Let Mommy take care
of you my adorable slut.”  Mary still held me standing as my breathing and
blood pressure returned to something close to normal.  She gently led me
to the bed and laid me down.

“Kate darling, that is just the start,” she said, all the while stroking
my face and hair, bringing the feelings of love and acceptance flushing
back to my inner soul.  I began to doze-off.  Totally overcome by my
lesbian awakening, in not only physical love between women, but dominance
and submission.  My last thought before falling into a most peaceful and
restful sleep was that I would do anything this delightful woman asked of
me.  The last words I remember speaking before sleep overtook me were,
“Mary, I love you.”

----End Part I of GFBM-----

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