Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 17:10:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Fucked By Mary/Getting-Fucked-By-Mary-5

(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, II, III or
IV
of Getting Fucked by Mary.

enjoy,
Suzy

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Part V: The End of the Day

Chapter XVII

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

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

"You bet hun," Shell merrily replied.

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

"C'mon honeybunny, let's go snuggle," she was
positively giddy in her speech.

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

"Mary?" I questioned.

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

"My, but aren't you the Boy Scout.  You've planned
just about everything," I giggled with her.

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

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

"Who's first," Mary asked, nodding towards the
bathroom, "or shall we go together?"

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

Mary grabbed my hand as we padded barefoot onto the
heated marble tiled floor of the luxurious bathroom.

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

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

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

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

"My turn," she said, as she sat, legs slightly open,
so I could watch her golden stream exit her body.  She
did not need to ask as she finished.  I was on my
knees...waiting...hoping to taste my lover's piss.
Mary had to push my mouth away as I was ready to stay
glued to her cunt for eternity.  "Don't start dear,"
she warned.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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By Mary

And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland.

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Copyright 2002 Anonymous, Arlington VA USA