Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 05:54:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Fucked By Mary/Getting-Fucked-By-Mary-3

(F/F, Adult Friends)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by an author
using the pen name Suzy Suburbanite. It`s a story of
lesbian sex, so if that offends you, or is illegal
where you live, or if you're underage where you live,
then you must not read it.  It is a work of FICTION.

Thanks to all who wrote regarding Part I and Part II
of Getting Fucked by Mary. I will try to get the next
segment out a bit faster (more vacation time = more
stories)...work and family permitting

enjoy,
Suzy

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Getting Fucked By Mary
By: Suzy Suburbanite

Part III:  The Bliss of Letting Go

Chapter IX

Mary gently dried me and wrapped me in a lovely terry
robe provided by the hotel.  As she finished snuggling
me into the robe she pressed her lips to mine and
whispered, "stay right there my darling," and she
quickly disappeared and reappeared carrying a chair
from the suite.  She placed the chair in front of the
large wall mirror and said, "sit."

After my previous mirror experience, I was reluctant
to do as my teacher asked.  "Sit, you nasty little
slut," She insisted, and I complied.

I sat in the chair provided and slowly raised my eyes
to confront my image in the mirror.  Surprisingly, I
looked well, happy, and content...my mouth broke into
a broad, almost silly, grin.

"That's my darling little girl," Mary exclaimed.  "I
knew you could overcome your fears."
With that, she started to fluff my hair.  And,
proceeded to comb, brush, dry and style my raven
colored mane.  Feeling her delicate, yet strong
fingers stroking my head and scalp made me feel warm
and cared-for.  She brushed my hair in slow, tender
strokes that absolutely melted my soul.  We locked
eyes in the mirror, and Mary just smiled the most
loving, caring smile I could ever imagine as she
applied the utmost sensitivity to stroking my hair
Mary constantly whispered about how lovely my hair, my
body, and just plain me sent my soul spiraling into
her world of possession and submission.  I never
wanted her caresses to end.

"Kate dear," she said questioningly.

"Mmmm."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes, for your cunt Ma'am," did I say that or was this
my lesbian persona trying to break free?

"No silly.  Are ready to eat some food?" she giggled.

I suddenly realized the empty pit of my stomach.  I
had only eaten a single Danish all day, and it was
pushing 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening.  "I'm famished
Mary.  I could eat a whore," I giggled.

"You're such a silly little girl."

"Yes Mommy, I am."  Why was I perpetuating the `Mommy'
stuff?  Did I really want or need to be treated as a
child?

"Right.  You get your makeup on, and I'll order our
supper.  If we have enough time, maybe I'll take my
best girl shopping...so hurry dear."

Mary was taking total control of me.  I was still not
sure where I wanted this to go, all that I knew was
that I was feeling more love and attention from this
one-time stranger than at any time in my life.  This
sexy, dominant woman made me crazy with passion and
love.  I truly wanted to submit to her sexual whims.

"Darling, are you a vegetarian or allergic to any
food?" Mary shouted from the other room.

"No Ma'am,"

"Do you have any religious food restrictions?"

"No Ma'am, I don't."

I continued applying my make-up as Mary requested.  As
I dabbed lipstick to my mouth, I was struck with how
wanton, and sexy I looked.  `Was this to be my lesbian
persona?' I thought to myself: big hair, too much blue
eye shadow, too much blush, too much eyeliner, and way
too much lipstick.  I wanted to be the perfect slut
for my Mary.

Looking into my own eyes I decided that I would look
however Mary wanted me to look.  I would be her air
headed sex toy.  I would be her "little girl" slut.  I
would be, and do whatever she wanted.  I would play
any game over the next couple days, anything to
satisfy my teacher and my own curiosity.  At last, I
was ready to let myself go and be controlled by Mary.

"Are you done Katie?"

"Um...er...a...yes Ma'am," I stuttered my way out of
my daydream.  Nobody had called me "Katie" since I was
about eight years old.  The funny thing is it felt so
right when Mary, my "Mommy," referred to me that way.

"Good, what clothes did you bring?" Mary asked.

"Just my office clothes, a pair of jeans, a dress, and
some sexy lingerie Ma'am," I said.

"Hmmmm," she pondered.  "Alright then, put on panties,
your blue jeans, and the shirt I've laid out on the
bed.  And Katie, be sure to wear your lovely high
heals."

Chapter X

The top Mary had me wear read, "Mommy's Pussy,"
stenciled in bold white letters on a dark pink
t-shirt.  Ma'am told me how sexy and desirable I was
in my slut outfit.  "Ma'am" wore a black cocktail
dress that was scooped low in the front to reveal her
lovely pale breasts, and cut high on the hem to reveal
flashes of her sexy, lacy stocking tops as she moved.
She looked just so stunning and sophisticated.  I
tried to think of the last time I dressed as blatantly
sexual as that, "not since my honeymoon," I thought.

Thank goodness this game was to be played only in our
hotel room.

"Our food is waiting Katie my darling," and Mary
grabbed my hand, leading me out the door of our
sanctuary towards the elevator.

I was ready to die.  There was no way I could be seen
wearing this shirt.  Mary, ever the thoughtful
"Mommy", presented my work blazer.  "Put this on my
little slut."

I gladly, thankfully, wrapped myself in that
concealing coat.  "Ma'am, I thought we were going to
eat?"

"Yes dear, we are.  Now be quiet unless I tell you to
speak."

Ma'am whisked me into the elevator and out through the
lobby to a waiting limousine.  She opened the rear
door and offered her hand to assist my entrance to the
limo, "Just the perfect gentleman," I thought.  She
quickly followed me into the sumptuous, cocoon-like
environs of my Cinderella carriage.  "Off to the ball!
 Or off to get balled?" I chuckled to myself.

"This is your special night Katie, I want you to let
go and allow me to show you how I will care for you.
I want you to know that you are my special little
girl, and to trust my judgment in bringing you
pleasure of all types."  Mary was laying claim to
me...telling me that `Mommy knows best,' and that I
needed to make decisions tonight.  She never hinted of
coercion, or threats.  This was to be my decision,
100%.  Either I was to be her lover, or not.  Either I
would allow my beautiful teacher to control me, or
not.  Either I would become "little Katie," or not.
Either I was to be "Mommy's Pussy," or not.

"Ma'am, I want to be your special little girl, I want
to be my "Mommy's Pussy"...please," I said in a quiet,
soft tone.  My womanly treasure was on fire as I said
these words.  I could see in my minds eye being
paraded through the streets wearing my t-shirt
proclaiming what I had become, and loving it.  I
needed this release--the total abandonment of my will
to another--to be cared for by this loving, dominant
personality.

Mary leaned into me and gave a soft, wet kiss.  "I'll
make everything alright darling, all you need to do is
let go," she whispered into my ear.  "And, remember
that `Dean Martin' is still there for you."

"Now, take that silly coat off...it's just us girls,"
Mary stated in a most demanding tone.

I sheepishly removed the blazer, and became very aware
that I wore a shirt whose message could not be
mistaken.

Mary pushed a button on her armrest consol and the
window separating our cocoon from the driver opened
with a rapidity that did not allow me to cover the
shirt I wore.

"We need to be at this address by 9:30," Ma'am stated
to the female driver, handing her a slip of paper.

The driver locked eyes on my t-shirt and I saw her
break into a knowing, possibly envious grin.

"Yes mistress."

"And, Laura is it?  Be sure to keep us on level roads.
 Is everything in order for our journey?"

"Yes Ma'am, everything you requested is in order for
your journey this evening."

"My god," I thought, Laura's eyes never left my
breasts as she responded.  Was she like me?  She
seemed to know how to properly respond to Mary's
inquiries.

"Good.  That will..."

"Ma'am," the driver interrupted, "if there is any
other service I may be of assistance with this
evening..."

"Laura, you're out of place," Mary cut her off in a
stern tone; "you know better my dear."

"Yes Ma'am," the driver sheepishly acknowledged.

And with that brief exchange, my dear teacher pressed
the button to raise the partition separating us from
the inquisitive Laura.


Chapter XI

Mary opened various compartments within our cocoon.
She presented a feast of seafood for our glorious
meal.  My dear Mary fed me bite after bite of the most
exquisite delights from the sea: scallops wrapped in
crisp seaweed; lobster claw meat in a delicate, yet
rich saffron sauce; huge shrimp boiled in Bay
seasoning; cool, meaty raw oysters with a touch of
horseradish; and a bottle of 1988 Dom Perignon Rose (I
still have the label...as well as many others from my
lesbian spoiler).

Never in my life...never ever, ever did I have a lover
who spoiled me with such extravagance.

I felt as though I were the most desirable little
pussy on the planet.  Mary was doing everything right.
 Not only taking control of my sexuality, but showing
my neglected housewife soul what true romance could
be.  The more she fed me and touched me and caressed
me, the more my will was released to her control.  I
was truly becoming "Mommy's Pussy."

We slowly melted a light, sweet watermelon sorbet onto
our tongues while driving past the monuments of our
city; the sights that I always resisted as being
"touristy", but everything was beautiful, full of
light and magic and wonder.  I felt Mary stroke my
neck and ears as I stared in child-like amazement at
the city I never knew.

"Katie," she paused, "look at me dear."

I turned towards my mentor as she presented me her
breasts over the neckline of her dress, the small gold
rings that pierced her nipples flashing glints of
light as we moved through the streets.

"Are you ready for your dessert darling?"

My heart beat and breathing immediately quickened.  I
could feel my pretty little pussy start to dampen as I
openly gaped at Mary's beautiful tits.  "Yes Ma'am," I
said breathlessly, "yes, I'm ready for my dessert."

"Then get on the floor you little slut.  Get on you
knees in front of me," my dear teacher said in a
commanding tone.

I slid from the warm, soft leather onto the plush,
padded floor of the limousine.  I started to unsnap my
jeans when Mary abruptly stopped me, "No dear, you
stay dressed," she demanded.

I watched as Mary hiked-up her dress, leaned-back
against her seat and lewdly spread her legs before me.
 My gaze instantly traveled to her smooth, wet cunt.
Her labium was swollen with desire.  "Do I excite you
little Katie?" she demanded.

"Yes Ma'am, you excite me very much."

"Do my lips excite you?" she asked, while lightly
stroking the shining pieces of heaven surrounding her
mouth.

"Yes Ma'am, your lips excite me," I said while imaging
the bliss they would bring to my affection-starved
body.

"Do my tits excite you, my nasty little girl dyke?"
she said as she tugged the small gold rings piercing
her nipples.  I just stared, almost panting, kneeling
obediently at the feet of my tormentor, my lover.  Her
nipples hardened and extended to a length I didn't
think possible.

"Oh god," I groaned, "Yes.  Yes, Mary your tits excite
me very much."  My pussy cream had soaked through my
panties and I felt that I was on the verge of an
orgasm.

I watched as Mary moved her hands at an agonizingly
slow pace towards her cunt.  I eagerly awaited her
next question.  Of course I knew what my response
would be, `yes, yes, yes your cunt inflames me Mary,'
I anticipated.  Mary's hands glanced past her pretty,
puffy cunt and traveled down her thighs.  She quickly
hooked her hands on the inside of her knees and drew
her legs up behind her shoulders.  I came.  I came as
I watched the flower of her wet, pink cunt open before
my eyes.  I came as I marveled as her cunt pulsed
open...inviting me to delve into the pleasure I knew
awaited me there.

Mary's fingertips traveled lower still, slowly
caressing the area around and over her anus.

"Does Mommy's asshole excite you little Katie?" she
teased.

"Oh Mary, what are you doing to me?  Please, please,"
I was almost sobbing in my need to know the joy of
pleasuring my tormentor.  "Yes mommy, your asshole
makes me very excited," I stammered incoherently.

She chuckled knowingly as her fingers moved towards
her cunt.  My gaze stayed glued to those lucky fingers
as she ever so slowly penetrated herself, ever so
slightly.

"Does Mommy's cunt excite her little girl?" she
whispered.

Her whispering just intensified my desire; it was our
secret, our naughty game.  My lust for my dear Mary
exploded in yet another orgasm.  "How can this amazing
woman do this to me, without ever touching my body,
but only my mind?" I thought.

"Oh mommy, can your little girl PLEASE taste your
cunt?" I pleaded, "Please Mary, I have to know.  Your
cunt, your asshole, your tits, your lips, and all of
you excite me...PLEASE MOMMY," I was close to shouting
my desire.  I desperately needed to taste Mary.

I could feel the street passing beneath us.  I could
see the lights of the city flashing past.  I could
smell the joyous aromas of womanly sex as Mary pointed
to her anus, "Kiss me here little Katie," she
insisted.

My lust for this woman--my teacher, my tormentor, my
lover--was released.  An act that I would have thought
disgusting and depraved only hours before now seemed
second nature.  I moved my hands to Mary's smooth bum
cheeks to steady my decent; my mouth engulfed her
delicate, pink anal opening.  My submission to Mary
was complete.  I would do anything for her; I needed
to be controlled by her.

Ma'am reached out and gently held the sides of my head
as I explored her anus with my lips and tongue.
"That's it my little slut, eat mommy's asshole.  Oh,
yes, yes, yes..." she sighed heavily while pulling my
entire face further into her body.  My nose, eyes and
forehead were treated to Mary's womanly musk and
wetness flowing freely from her cunt.

"Put your tongue inside my asshole now Katie," Mary
gasped.

I did as my teacher asked and made a small point of my
tongue tip and slowly penetrated her anus.  Mary
started rocking her hips up and down, causing my
tongue and lips to go farther and farther into her
bum.

She placed her left hand on the back of my head and
forcefully grabbed my hair; she then started to rub
her clitoris with her right and increased her rocking
tempo.  Mary was alternately pulling and pushing my
head in measure with her rocking hips.

"Buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck me, buttfuck me,
buttfuck me, buttfuck me..." she chanted the rhythm of
our passion.

"Come on you nasty little girl, buttfuck mommy's
asshole with your nasty little tongue," she screamed.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do
it, do it, do it..." she was increasing the tempo of
her chanting and rocking.  I was holding on for dear
life to the back of Mary's thighs.

I felt the ring of muscle around Mary's anus suddenly
relax and start rapid contractions on my tongue.  Mary
grabbed my hair and moved my mouth over her flowing,
fragrant cunt, "eat my fucking cunt hole you little
dyke," she screamed at the top of her lungs.  Her
finger moved at ever increasing speed over her now
engorged and distended clitoris.

Her hips rocked ever faster.  Mary pressed my mouth
harder and harder against her pulsing wet cunt.

"Suck my cunt harder Kate," she yelled.

I opened my eyes to see Ma'am's eyes burning with her
passion for me.  She was puffing her breath faster and
faster, harder and harder.  Her face, neck and upper
chest were flush with color.  We locked our gaze as
Mary demanded through clenched teeth, "swallow my cunt
cream dyke."

I felt her body tremor and tremble, her finger stopped
moving, and she let out a long, stuttering sigh.
Then, the most amazing thing happened; her cunt opened
to immense proportions (almost consuming my entire
face) and started pulsing her thick, syrupy cunt sauce
into my mouth.  I was overwhelmed by the volume and
did my best to swallow her fragrant juice.  It coated
my tongue and my face.  As she released her orgasm
into my accepting mouth, I groaned my own orgasm back
into my teacher's womanly folds.

Mary held my head in place for a few moments, not
moving, just holding me still.  Her breathing was
returning to normal.  Her hands lightly, ever so
gently stroked my hair and face.  "Clean me with your
tongue darling; slowly, very slowly.  Like a kitten
cleans its paws," Mary ordered.

I licked her thighs, her bottom, her anus, and the
outer folds of her cunt, but Mary pushed me away from
her clitoris, "Not there darling.  Not now."

She let her legs drop and offered her hand to me as
she pulled me onto the seat next to her.  "Kate, that
was lovely," she beamed.  Mary drew me into her arms
and softly kissed my mouth.  "Oh Mary, you taste
so...mmmmm.  I never imagined you would climax like
that.  You absolutely soaked me," I said, stroking the
neckline of my t-shirt and pointing to the obvious
wetness staining my chest.

"I guess I should have warned you," Mary giggled.

"No, I loved it.  It was so...so...unexpected and
delicious."

I watched as Mary lifted her breasts back inside her
dress, tugged her hem down and generally straightened
herself around.  Her breathing had returned to
normal--although mine hadn't--and she smiled warmly at
me once she was back in her seat and relaxed.

"You are a naughty young lady, aren't you Katie.  But,
I guess lady isn't the right word..." she trailed off,
lost for a proper description for her new toy.

"Dean Martin," I said abruptly.

"Oh!" Mary was surprised. "What's wrong Kate?" she
inquired.

"I need to ask you a serious question Mary."

"Of course my darling Kate."

"Am I just a brief distraction for you?  If I am then
I need to know, please."

"No darling" she started, "my intent is for you to be
part of my life.  I made a decision back at the coffee
shop.  Otherwise I would have never invited you back
to the hotel.  I like you Kate--really, truly--I like
you as a person first, then as a lover; which, by the
way, you are a very talented lover.  I see a lot of me
in you.  I think you have many of the emotional needs
that first led me to girl love.  I want to lead you
through the confusion, and show you the joy, and
release you can achieve by being `a little girl' for a
`mommy.'

"Really?" I said softly.

"Yes dear Kate, really.  I want to be your lover, your
teacher, and your `mommy' for as long as you'll have
me," Mary stated with a confidence and determination
I'd never heard from any lover.  I was falling in love
with my beautiful Mary.  I looked into her clear,
bright, blue eyes and knew that what she said was
true.  "I love you Mary," I then started sobbing
lightly as she drew my body into her arms, "I know
Katie.  I know my darling."

I felt at peace. My fears continued to erode, and my
desires to please my "mommy" were all but set in
stone.


-----------End of Part Three of Getting Fucked
By Mary

And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland.

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