Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 14:06:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Fucked By Mary/Getting-Fucked-By-Mary-4

(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, and III
of Getting Fucked by Mary.

Thanks to all the Women who are offering a variety of
entertaining 'services' to me.  Thanks, but again,
these are my fantasies and dreams.  I don't know that
I would ever go outside my marriage and cheat on my
husband.  These are the thoughts and visualizations
I've developed over years of self pleasure and
imagination.

Sorry.

I still look forward to your responses and for those
that what pen-pal/phone-pal/IM-pal fantasy
involvement.

enjoy,
Suzy

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Part IV: Humiliation and Loving Affection

Chapter XII

Mary slowly, sensuously brushed my hair as we moved
through a trendy part of town on our magic carpet.
She was enchanting in her ability to sooth my soul and
allow me to accept my new role as her "little girl
slut."

She explained to me about our destination that
wondrous evening; a place where "mommies" and their
"little girls" would go shopping for special clothing
and accessories that are included in all the naughty
games between mommies and little girls.

"Its fantasy role playing Kate," my Mary said, "every
person you meet will be of legal age.  I have never
met a `Mommy' that is interested in children
darling...these are games that adults play."

I was relieved to hear Mary say these words.  Although
our games in the past few hours excited me, I still
wasn't fully comfortable with the implications of
"Mommy's Pussy" or of being a "little girl" in our
play.  I was to learn yet another aspect of girl love
in the coming hours.

My head rested tenderly against Mary's shoulder as the
limousine slowed, stopped, and a small light started
blinking in our cocoon.  "Are you ready to trust me
again Kate?" Mary asked.

"Yes Ma'am.  Please show me my new life," was my
response.

I looked out the window and saw a small metal door
with a sign that read, "Friday Nights are Mommy
Night--Womyn ONLY--all others, keep out."

From my girl play on the internet, I knew what the
word "womyn" meant.  This was to be a lesbian event.
I reached for Mary's hand and grasped it in a death
grip...I was terrified.  My dear teacher was about to
lead me into a public place: reeking of her cunt
essence, still saturated with her cunt cream, with my
jeans soaked through from my own excitement, wearing a
pink t-shirt proclaiming my new sexual orientation and
dedication to my new "Mommy".

"Katie, I need to introduce you to this life, and what
my true expectations may be of you... are you ready
darling?" my lovely teacher stated.

"Mary, I don't think I can do this."

"Is `Dean Martin' still with us?"

"No, but I feel so humiliated and embarrassed.  Its as
if I'm exposing this very sexual side of me that has
always been conveniently hidden for so long."

Mary looked at me with her big, blue, doe eyes and
said, "Yes my love, that's exactly what I expected...you
need to let go...you need to let me make your decisions
now...trust me darling, you will enjoy this...more than
you could ever imagine.  I know.  I've been where you
are now.  I know darling.  I know.  Now, are you ready
little Katie?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm ready," I responded in a little girl
whisper.

Chapter XIII

"Yes?" came a woman's voice through the intercom
speaker adjacent to the metal door.

"Mary, party of two for a 9:30 appointment with
Denise," was Mary's response.

The door buzzed and clicked open as Mary led me into
this exciting new adventure.  We were greeted by a
short, rather stout woman in her late forties or early
fifties.

"Hello Mary, I'm Cynthia, Denise will be right with
you if you and your friend would like to sit and
wait," the woman said," or you may feel free to browse
the store."

Cynthia's eyes were all over me.  She made me feel
creeped-out.  She was very masculine, even in her
short dress.  Her tattoos, multiple face and ear
piercings, and short, spikey, purple hair were so
unattractive to me that I began wondering if I should
"Dean Martin" and get out of this place.  She reminded
me of a leering, perving man; the type of guy that
just makes your skin crawl.

Ma'am grabbed my hand and led me to a settee around
the corner from the creepy Cynthia.

"She is what is called a butch," Mary started, "I
think the only reason she is here is to intimidate
people at the door.  It gets better Kate, ok?"

"Ok Mary," I responded.

I craned my neck to look into the store.  `My gosh,
I've been here before (but not through the side
entrance),' I thought.  I recognized this as a place
me and my girlfriends from work had gone one day
during lunch so that one of our clan could buy
"something slutty," as she put it, to entertain her
boyfriend.  Everybody in our little lunch clique was
married, except for Jeannie (the one making the
purchase), and we all had great fun giggling and
laughing at the clothing and the ridiculous sex toys
on display.  I remember wondering at the time how this
place stayed in business, because people--regular,
normal people--just don't engage in this foolishness.
My sexual experience to that point had been:
kiss-kiss; hug-hug; several seconds of rubbing
together; in-out, in-out, in-out; and done.  (Well, at
least prior to today.)

There had to be over fifty women of all shapes and
sizes.  All were smartly dressed, and most were in
pairs.  The sales clerks were easily recognized,
because their outfits were substantially more
revealing and more provocative than the customers, and
judging from the dress of the manikins, directly from
store stock.

"Curious?" Mary startled me to attention.

"Yes Ma'am.  Are all these people like us?" I
questioned.

"Yes darling, these are all Mommies and their little
girls," Mary stated very matter-of-factly.

`Was I now in a relationship?  Oh God,' I thought.

Mary gently stroked my hair as I continued to soak-in
all the sights and sounds.  I noticed that the
"Mommies" were typically dressed in a very
sophisticated manner, while their "Little Girls"
dressed in a school-girl, or somewhat juvenile
fashion.  A glazed eye look of desperation permeated
the "Little Girls," while a look of knowing confidence
was the norm for the "Mommies."

"Are they on drugs Mary?" I asked my teacher.

"No dear, just on lust, love, submission, or a
combination of all three," was my dear Mary's reply.

I continued to soak-in the environment and noticed
four signs at an opening to a hallway: "Nursery,"
"Bathroom," "Remedial Training," and, "Principals
Office," in my minds-eye I started to create images of
the most depraved and debauched activities that took
place there.

"Mary?  Wha...What's that?" I asked, pointing to the
signs.

"I can't give away all the secrets this place holds
little girl, just wait, you'll find out," she was
extending my torment, and piquing my curiosity.

I was absentmindedly watching two women get a sales
pitch from one of the clerks.  It was obvious what was
being sold, a very large dildo, and it was also
obvious that the "little girl" of the couple was
excited by the prospect of putting it to use, as she
was stamping her feet up and down, tugging on her
"Mommy's" arm, and saying, "I want that one mommy, I
want that one."

I could only see the backs of the customers, but the
entire episode was incredibly erotic, if not rather
silly.  I was wondering if I would act out like that
at some point during my lesbian play, when I was
suddenly snapped-out of my day dream by, "Hi Mary?
I'm Denise, and who is this lovely little girl," I
turned and Mary was shaking hands with our
salesperson.

"This is little Katie.  Katie, say hello to Miss
Denise," Mary ordered.

I put on my best little girl act, and in a small shy
voice said, "Hello Miss Denise, it's very nice to meet
you."

"She's so well mannered and just cute as a bug,"
Denise said to Mary, "but she is a bit of a mess,
would you like to get your little girl cleaned-up or
would you prefer everybody see how naughty she has
been."

"Well she does look a mess, and seeing that she is a
brand new little girl, maybe its best if we get her
clean," my Mommy said.

Mary grabbed my hand as we followed Denise down the
hall and into the Nursery.  I was certainly stunned.
It really was more than a nursery, there was an
examining table with stirrups, a very large enema
bottle mounted on a wheeled rack, a whirlpool bath,
and many other medical devices, some of which I was
familiar with and some not.  There were two attractive
women dressed in outrageous nurse costumes

"This is Mindy and Mandy, and they'll be your
assistants.  Inside and out Mary?" Denise questioned,
referring to me.

"Just on the outside, like I said she is brand new and
I don't want my darling to get scared," Mary said,
while giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"How new Mary?"

"Just a few hours old," was Mary's reply.

"Oh isn't that just wonderful.  How exciting for you
little Katie," Denise addressed me.

I could feel myself blushing from head to toe.

"Not only that, but her first time with a woman...ever,"
Mary seemed particularly delighted and proud.

"Oh, aren't you two just the luckiest," Denise started
patting my hand, "we are going to take such good care
of you darling.  Now here little Katie, take this robe
behind that screen and get out of those messy clothes
while we get things ready to for your bath."

I was very nervous and very excited.  The thought of
being naked in front of these four women made my pussy
dampen yet again.  I was trembling as I tentatively
stepped out from behind the changing screen.  My Mary
was completely naked, Denise was stripped to her bra
and panties, and our nurses had unbuttoned the front
or their uniforms to expose two lovely, firm pairs of
breasts.  To either side of the examination table sat
a stainless steel medical cart with two pails of
steaming water and a pile of large sea sponges.  I
felt like running, but somehow managed to screw-up my
courage and move forward.

"There she is," exclaimed Denise in the singsong tone
of an adult speaking to a small child, "are you
already to get squeaky clean honey?"

"Yes, Miss Denise," my voice trembled.

Mary took my hand and gave me a very tender, soft kiss
on my lips.  I felt her other hand releasing the sash
of my robe, and other hands easing the robe from my
body.  My dear teacher led me to the table and
instructed me to lay facedown and, "just let go Kate.
I'm right here and I won't let any harm come to you."

I was visibly shaking as a lay prostrate on the warm
leather table; arms at my sides, legs firmly shut, and
my face buried into a hole designed for this very
purpose.  My eyes were shut tight, and the words "Dean
Martin" were ready to burst from my mouth.

"Little Katie has a beautiful body Mary," I heard
Denise remark.

"Shhh...lets begin," was Ma'am's response.

For the next 15 minutes I was treated to a message
that started simultaneously from my fingers and toes
with eight soft, gentle hands rubbing me into a state
of pure ecstasy and bliss.  The pressure was perfect;
adjusted to the specific part of my body.  Firm and
deep on my shoulders and calves, tender, butterfly
kisses on my earlobes and inner thighs.  All eight
hands converged on my bottom; pushing and pulling, and
rubbing, and stroking me to a wondrous state of
warmth, affection, and arousal.

I barely noticed when the hands left my body as I was
in a twilight state somewhere between a dream and
sleep.  I felt the warm, soapy water travel the same
path on my body those magical hands had traveled.  I
was being tenderly bathed by four lovely women,
wielding soft, puffy sea sponges; every nerve in my
very being melted.  I entered a state of relaxation
that I could never before imagine.  Before I knew it
Mary was whispering in my ear, "Stand up little Katie,
its time for us to do the other side."

I dutifully rose and waited while the table was
adjusted.  Mindy, one of the nurses, helped me onto
the table and adjusted the top so I was half sitting
up.  Denise and Mary placed my feet into the stirrups
and adjusted them so my treasures were fully exposed.
I felt my pussy juice flowing out of my folds and into
the crack of my bum, and had to keep my eyes screwed
shut to avoid a panic attack.

"Mmmmm...delicious," I heard Denise half moan.  I opened
my eyes only to encounter her lusty gaze at my
blossoming vaginal lips.

"Shhh," Mary softly corrected Denise, "let's start."

As with my back, these four lovely women started to
bathe me at my fingers and toes.  I watched in rapt
fascination as they moved in concert over my body;
brushing me tenderly with the warm soapy sponges.
They moved with practiced, patient stokes on my
inexperienced, impatient body.  The four led me to the
brink of sexual insanity.  I wanted to scream-out my
need to climax, but the only thing that would come
from my mouth was mewling and moans.  Finally, as a
repeat of the events on my backside, these eight soft
hands converged on my pubis and flowing pussy; leading
me to the brink again, and again, but never bringing
me over to the release I so desperately needed.  As
quickly as my tormentors started, they ended.  Rinsing
my body and drying me in large, thick, warm terrycloth
towels.

I was in that state on continuing, glassy-eyed lust
that I witnessed on the faces of the other "little
girls" in the store.  I felt as though the slight
whisper of a touch would send my orgasm crashing
through my soul.  Denise and Mary dressed me in a very
sheer white baby doll nighty, and the nurses applied
some makeup and perfume.  They then pulled my hair
into pigtails and put red satin ribbons in my hair.
The nurses presented their work for Mary's approval
and she smiled appreciatively at me.

"Look at my little slut," my Mommy said; spinning the
chair I was in to bring me face-to-face with my new
image in the large wall mirror, "look how lovely and
naughty you are."

My mind was in a state of complete disconnect.  The
reflection in the mirror couldn't be me.  The
reflection was positively scandalous: a pigtailed,
half-naked sex toy; eyes glazed, but fiery with lust;
dark, erect nipples clearly visible through the sheer
lingerie.  I stared at the person in the mirror and
thought how sexy this girl was, still not connecting
that the reflection was me.

"Come my darling little dyke, let's get you some new
clothes," Mary said, grabbing me by the hand and
leading me out of the nursery in back into the store.

Chapter XIV

I was taking in all the sights of this play land of
sexual wonders as I absentmindedly listened to Mary
tell Denise what clothing she wanted me to try on.

"Katie honey...Katie," Mary demanded.

I suddenly realized Mary was addressing me,
"Yes...um...er...yes Ma'am."

"Pay attention dear," Ma'am stated, seeming rather
perturbed with me.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll pay attention."

"Are you a size 6?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'm a size 6," was my obedient response.

"An "A" cup?"

"No Ma'am, I'm a small "B" cup."

"Shoe size?" she demanded.

"6 or 7 Ma'am."

Mary immediately reached for my breasts and squeezed
my erect nipples in the most cruel and viscous manner,
"What, you nasty little slut.  Is that the proper way
to answer my question?"

"Oh god," I moaned, "No Ma'am, I'm sorry.  My shoe
size is between a 6 or 7 depending on the style of
shoe."

"That's better," my teacher now had 100% of my
attention, "don't embarrass me in front of all these
other mommies little Katie."

"Yes Mommy, I promise I'll be good and won't embarrass
you," was my little girl reply.

Mary snickered lightly and returned to speaking with
Denise.  I stopped suddenly, transfixed by the Mommy
and little girl who were still with the dildo
salesperson; only now the sales person was wearing a
strap-on dildo and repeatedly stroking the large
artificial penis into the mouth and down the throat of
the kneeling "little girl."  The woman dressed as the
little girl had her eyes shut tight, and it appeared
that she had little difficulty accepting the thin,
long, smooth, lavender dildo fully down her throat.  I
was completed fascinated as I watched the muscles in
her neck work the faux penis.  I was amazed as I
witnessed her face turn darker and darker shades of
red, and the "little girl" would tap the salesgirl on
the thigh, which prompted a partial withdraw of the
dildo to allow for breathing.

I felt Ma'am wrap her arms around my tummy from
behind, "Intoxicating, isn't darling," she whispered
in my ear.  Mary, Denise and me watched and listened
with rapt fascination as the dildo-wielding
salesperson repeatedly inched the smooth, narrow,
lengthy dildo into the throat of the
submissively-kneeling woman.  The salesgirl was
providing a running narrative to the "Mommy" regarding
how wonderfully accomplished "little Chrissy" was at
oral submission, and about the benefits of the device
she was demonstrating for, `anal penetration as it was
completely capable of penetrating the second sphincter
without tearing or damaging the rectum,' she was very
matter-of-factly explaining to the "Mommy" of "little
Chrissy."

Mary was lightly--and maddeningly--nibbling my neck and
ears as we watched this most bizarre product
demonstration.

"Rather extreme, isn't it?" my Mary breathed in my
left ear.

"Yes," was all I could manage as I watched the woman's
face turn a deep shade of crimson one more time.  This
time, the salesgirl did not relent on her oral
domination of the "little girl."  At least not until
little Chrissy was almost pounding the salesperson's
thigh and hip with a hand that prominently displayed a
large diamond engagement ring and wedding band.

My eyes were glued to the juncture of the salesgirl's
dildo and "little Chrissy's" mouth.  Chrissy's mommy
stood rather still and controlled during this episode,
but I could not discern her care or demeanor as her
back, tight hair bun, and shapely bottom was the only
thing visible to our small party of onlookers.

"That's enough for you little girl," the salesperson
exclaimed, as she withdrew the dildo from the woman's
mouth.  Chrissy, for her part, allowed the fake penis
to leave her mouth in a rather unceremonious, and
obscene fashion...all the while looking into the eyes of
her tormentor.  I was openly staring at this woman's
face.  She seemed very familiar, but I couldn't quite
place her.

"Thank you Miss Carol," was the first discernable
thing I heard from little Chrissy's mouth, "Thank you
for using my little dyke mouth the way it was meant to
be used."

Chrissy's gaze shifted from the salesgirl--obviously
intending to look at her Mommy, but fixating on me--to
me.  We both locked, eye-to-eye and I felt the sudden
horror of recognition.  "Little Chrissy" was actually
Christina, an administrative assistant in one of the
few departments within my company that I had regular
and frequent dealings.

"Oh my god...Shell!" Chrissy exclaimed to her mommy,
while trying to hide behind the wide hips of the
salesgirl.

I tried to do a similar hiding act by turning into
Mary's shoulder and telling her, "Oh god Mary, I work
with that woman."

"It's OK darling," Mary said, "You know her secret and
she knows yours.  Really, it's Ok.  Now turn around
and introduce me to your friend."

I turned back towards Chrissy and her mommy, only to
get an even greater shock...Chrissy's "Mommy" was
another of my co-workers and a dear friend of mine
named Shelby.  She also happened to be Christina's
boss.

"Shelby!" I all but shouted my surprised recognition.
I had been friends with this woman for over ten years,
my husband and I regularly went to their (Shelby and
her husband, Paul's) house for dinner and to play
bridge.  Shell and I joined the company at almost the
same time and were on parallel management tracks.  I
was blushing, and almost choking out my breath.

Shelby gasped and raised her hand over her mouth as
she recognized who just shouted her name.  Her hand
slowly dropped and a broad grin covered her face.  She
impatiently snapped the fingers of her left hand;
waving for Chris to join her.  Little Chrissy was at
her side and held Shelby's hand in a tight, trembling
grip.  The two lovers step towards Mary and me, "Hello
Kate," Shell started, "won't you introduce me to your
mommy dear?"

"Ma'am this is my friend Shelby," I said in a small,
terror-filled voice.

"Wonderful to meet you Shelby, I'm little Katie's
mommy, Mary," was my mommy's reply, "and who is this
adorable--and I must say, well trained--little girl,"
Ma'am gestured towards Chris.

"This is my little girl, Chrissy."

"It nice to meet you little Chrissy," Mary said as she
leaned into Chris and gave her a light kiss on the
cheek.

All eyes were now on me, and I was feeling overcome by
fear, by lust, by the endless possibilities of this
chance encounter; possibilities that could lead down a
path of joy or a path to complete ruination of my
life.

"Dean Martin," I said, looking Mary straight in the
eye.

"Do you want to leave darling?" was Mary's response.

"No, I just need to talk to you for a moment."

"Ladies, will you please excuse Kate and me for a
moment?" Mary said to the small group that included
the two sales women.

I started explaining to Mary about my business and
personal relationship with Shelby, and how this
encounter was just overwhelming me, and that I was
very embarrassed, and...

"Slow down Kate," Mary said, as I started to lightly
sob, "I have an idea, why don't we go sit someplace
private and chat with your friends, and maybe they can
help alleviate some of your fear and trepidation.
Does that sound OK?"

"Y...yes, I guess so," I responded, sounding very much
like a little child.

Mary led me by the hand back to the group of women.
"Denise?" Mary questioned, "Is there someplace quiet
and comfortable that the four of us can sit and chat?"

"Of course, let me make sure it's available," and the
salesgirl walked briskly away.

"I take it that was your safe word Kate," Shelby asked
me.

"Y...yes," I sobbed my response.  Oh God, I was so
humiliated.  Crying like a child, shaking with fear,
wanting to just get away.  I was thinking that I may
just fall to my knees, when Denise bounced happily
back to the group, "It's all set.  Just down that
hall, fourth door on the right, its marked `Principals
Office'," she said.

Both Mary and Shelby each had one of my hands in
theirs, quietly, softly reassuring me.  My eyes opened
and I raised my head slowly to look at my girl lover
and my friend.  Instead, I was looking at the Amazon
salesgirl, Carol; dressed in a white, vinyl jumper and
still wearing the large lavender dildo that was now
flopping around wildly between her legs.

I couldn't hold back a loud laugh and subsequent
giggles when confronted by the outrageous sight.  Mary
and Shelby turned to look at what caused my sudden
mood change, and joined me in a chorus of giggles.

"C'mon giggle girls," interrupted Christina, slightly
perturbed, "let's go have a talk."

Chapter XV

By the time we entered the "Principals Office" Chrissy
was laughing with the rest of us about how ridiculous
Carol looked with that big fake dick swinging from her
hips.  As soon as the door closed; the demeanor of our
small band of lesbians changed.  Mary took control and
pointed to chairs for everybody to sit in.

I complied and sat in an overstuffed leather club
chair, as did Shelby.  However, Christina was looking
at Shell with a somewhat pensive expression.

"You'll need to excuse Chrissy, sitting is rather
uncomfortable for her at the moment," Shelby stated.
Chris went to stand by the right arm of Shelby's
chair.  I was a bit confused, but Mary was nodding in
the affirmative with a knowing grin on her lovely
face.

The "Principal's Office" was a very impressive, but a
very masculine room.  The dark, walnut paneling set
the tone for the other accoutrements and furnishings:
a dark, formal desk with an accompanying high-back
chair, carved in walnut, and bound in leather; four
deep-armed leather club chairs; a sumptuous leather
sofa with heavy bronze tacks; dark, deep, and glossy
wood floors with broad boards; rich, and well-worn
oriental rugs; a rather odd-looking leather-bound, and
padded coffee table that stood barely eighteen inches
high and only a foot or so wide; a leather pommel
horse; and what appeared to be shackles suspended from
the ceiling.  Somehow this environment seemed
appropriate to the formality of our role playing.

Mary explained how we had met to my friends, and that
this was my first time, my first night with a woman;
that I didn't know anything about Mommy and Little
Girl relationships.  She went on about her intent
towards me, which I found very exciting and
comforting.

I interjected a few times to give Shell and Chrissy
more background as to how and why I initiated this
lesbian tryst.  I bit my tongue and just did it, even
though I was feeling more and more embarrassed with
each utterance from my mouth.

Mary finished by giving my friends a graphic account
of how I ate her asshole and greedily swallowed her
cunt juice in the limo.  I could tell that both Shelby
and Christina were aroused by the end of our tales.

Shelby then explained how she and Chris started their
extra-marital lesbian liaisons.  That Christina had
been a newly hired administrative assistant and
messed-up an assignment and challenged Shelby to give
her a spanking.  Of how Shelby had never been
attracted to women, but when Chrissy begged her to
"spank my ass harder" and eventually seduced Shell,
that Shelby had to try this new and forbidden form of
sex.

"Does Paul know," I inquired of Shell.

"No darling, he hasn't a clue, and things must remain
that way."

"Darling, if you're so fearful and humiliated why is
your little pussy flowing like a river," Shelby
demanded.

I looked towards my vagina and realized that my pussy
and thighs were coated with a sheen of my essence.  I
once again I started to blush, as my excitement was
blatantly visible.

"It's alright Kate," Shelby lovingly said, "...I like
seeing you in this state."

"You are the saucy little girl, aren't you dear," was
Mary's response to my obvious sexual arousal.

I tried to ignore my flowing little cunny,
"C...Christina, does your husband know?" I stammered.

"Yes Kate he does, but not who I am with," she
answered comfortably.  "I've been bi-sexual since Jr.
High School, and we've been together since High
School.  Ryan has always accepted that I need the
company of women for true satisfaction.  Now I'm not
saying that I don't like sex with men, I do,
(specifically, and only my hubby) but to round things
out I need what Shelby gives me too."

All of us gave-up our secrets of lesbian love and
desire; I was starting to feel like my life wasn't
over, but just beginning.  Mary motioned me to sit in
her lap, and I moved into her welcoming arms.  Shelby
and Christina continued their tales of experimentation
and learning in the arts of girl love and dominance
and submission.  I was absentmindedly listening as I
nuzzled my dear, beautiful Mary's neck.

Chapter XVI

"...and that's how Chrissy convinced me to make her a
potty mouth," was the last statement I heard from
Shelby.

Mary was very, very excited and casually rubbed my
pussy.  I was on another planet, just kissing, and
kissing, and kissing my lovely mommy's neck, ears and
shoulders.

"Watch darling," Mary said as she grabbed my head and
pulled my gaze towards my friend Shelby and her little
girl Chrissy, "watch Chrissy be a potty mouth."

I was expecting Chrissy to start using a string of
four-letter words as a means to arouse her audience.
Instead, Shelby hiked-up her grey linen skirt and
leaned her bare bottom against the large, formal desk.
 She spread her legs in a lewd manner so that all
could see her sexy black lace stockings and their
matching garter attachments, and her smooth, flowing
cunt, topped by a full, womanly bush of dark pubic
hair.  Shelby then instructed her little Chrissy to
kneel before her.

"Do you love your Mommy little girl?" Shell asked
Chrissy while gently opening the folds of her
womanhood while Chrissy stared, open-mouthed and
gasping.

"Oh yes Mommy, I love you very much."

"Does my Chrissy adore her mommy's cunt?" Shelby
questioned.

I was now flashing back to the episode of verbal
submission that my teacher, my Mary, my Mommy led me
through less than two hours ago; I listened to my
friends continue.

"Oh yes mommy, I adore your cunt."

"Chrissy, do live for my cunt and the sauce that comes
from my cunt?" Shelby's tone was becoming more
demanding; more severe.

"Yes Ma'am, I live for anything your cunt gives me,"
Chrissy responded obediently.

"You may get into position now darling," Shell said,
allowing Chrissy to move her mouth to her mommy's wet
cunt.  Chrissy seemed to be searching for a certain
position of her body and her mouth, as Shelby's eyes
rolled slightly and she sighed with great
satisfaction.  Soon enough, Chrissy stopped moving
about and remained completely still; her mouth firmly
covering Shell's cunt.

"Are you ready little girl?" Shelby demanded of
Chrissy while shifting her gaze to Mary and me.
Chrissy nodded her head that she was ready for
whatever game was about to commence.

"I love you darling," Shelby lovingly stated to her
little girl; gently caressing the back of Chrissy's
head and stroking her delicate fingers through her
lover's hair.  "Aaaahhhhh, yes darling, yes," she
sighed her satisfaction while her eyelids fluttered
repeatedly, she bit her lower lip, and then looked
into my eyes, "It's so good Kate," my friend breathed.

I looked at Chrissy's face and mouth.  Her mouth fully
engulfed Shelby's vulva and her jaw and neck moved as
if she were swallowing, her hands rubbing the sexy
black stockings that Shelby wore.  I could hear Chris
whimpering as she sought to press her mouth ever
tighter against her mommy's cunt.

"Your friend Chrissy is very well trained," Mary said,
but my eyes were going back and forth between what
Chrissy was doing and to Shelby's gaze that had not
left me since Chris placed her mouth between her
mommy's legs.  My mind didn't really comprehend the
actions before me.  I was watching a long-time friend
having her pussy eaten by her assistant, who was
dressed as a little school girl in her plaid skirt,
white stockings, and white halter top; her brown hair
pulled into pig tails similar to my own.

"She drinks it so well, she hasn't spilled a drop,"
Mary interrupted my train of thought.

"Huh?  What?" I stammered to Ma'am, my eyes still
glued to Chrissy.

"Chrissy is very good at drinking Shelby's piss
darling," Mary stated as if drinking another person's
urine was an everyday occurrence, "and she looks sexy,
very submissive, and very happy while she does it."

Well, that was it for me.  I came.  I came while
snuggled into Mary's lap (soaking us both), watching a
dear friend pee into the mouth of a woman, and that
woman was drinking my friends pee.  `Oh my god,' I
thought, while another climax coursed through my
loins, `people don't do these things, they just don't.
 How utterly depraved was this act?  How amazingly
erotic was this performance?'  I now looked directly
at Shelby as she stared back with a knowing grin and a
look of satisfaction that I now knew her most
intimate, decadent secrets.

"Get it all Chrissy," Shell said to Christina while
still staring at me, "get all of Mommy's warm piss you
naughty potty-mouthed girl."

"Oh god, Shelby..." I moaned, my new realization and
acceptance of what my role as a little girl for a
lesbian mommy may entail.

I was now aware that Mary was cruelly pulling and
stretching my nipples.  I looked at her fingers as
they first grasped firmly on my extended nipple and
then she pulled steadily, away from my breast,
stretching my nipple and breast to their very limit.
`This should hurt,' I thought.  But far from hurting,
every time the physical limit of my breast was
reached, I felt a twinge of pleasure running directly
from my nipple to my clitoris.

Mary and I looked at each other, and she just smiled
her dazzling smile, then leaned into me and tenderly,
passionately kissed me.  I was so overcome by the
events of this day; by the emotions and arousal this
woman--these women--caused in me, by the sexual pleasure
boundaries being torn asunder the continual
introduction of more depraved, more erotic, more
climax-inducing mental and physical acts on our stage
of lust and affection that I once again, gently came
as Mary's tongue and lips moved to possess my soul.

"Thank you Mommy.  I love to drink your wee wee,"
Chrissy said, now detached from Shelby's cunt, "may I
lick your cunt now Ma'am, and make you get all wet and
hot?" she asked Shell.

"Of course my darling little girl," replied Shelby.
Shell offered her hand to Chrissy and got her sexual
satisfier to her feet.  I was fascinated as they
tenderly kissed; wondering, `What does that kiss taste
like?  Is it as scrumptious as it looks?'

Shelby unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her
ankles.  Chrissy dutifully picked it up and folded it
over the arm of the chair nearest them.  All eyes were
upon Shell as she unbuttoned her formal, staid grey
blazer to reveal a lovely white, satin silk blouse
that was opaque, but clearly accentuated the excited
state of her nipples...which appeared to be as large and
long as the breasts supporting them.  Her jacket had
hidden the true scale of her massive tits.  I knew she
had big boobs from being around Shelby in social
situations, but I never imagined...

Three sets of expectant eyes were glued to Shelby's
hands and they teasingly revealed what treasures lay
beneath her blouse.  The front of her blouse remained
closed as she slowly release the last button on the
high, shimmering collar, but she continued the
practiced seduction of her audience by slowly and
patiently unbuttoning her cuffs as her impatient
audience grew more, and more aroused.  Finally,
Christina stepped forward and took the obstructing
blouse from Shelby's body, what was revealed was
truly, utterly a sight of magnificent, commanding
presence.

I was mistaken in my assumption that my friend wore a
traditional garter belt under her sophisticated
business suit.  In fact she wore a black corset with
gold lame, paisley appliqués that accentuated her very
womanly curves; her broad hips, her narrow waist (made
all the more trim by the corset), and her huge natural
breasts, presented on a shelf of rigid fabric so that
her equally large nipples were prominently displayed.
I stared at my friend in disbelief, she was absolutely
commanding.  Her presence was both statuesque and
goddess-like.  She stood, arms akimbo, feet spread, as
if she was ready to do battle ala Xena the Warrior
Princess, but while Xena may be built for physical
combat, my friend Shelby, with her tall, solid frame,
was build for physical lesbian pleasure.

"My God Shelby, you're beautiful," Mary and I said
almost in unison.  We both burst into a fit of giggles
as we watched Shell present her body to us; cupping
her breasts, running her hands slowly across her curvy
hips to the tops of her stockings before ever so
slowly placing her delicate fingers to either side of
her cunt and pulling back her inflamed, red, puffy
lips, exposing the pink, wet center of her desire.
How could I describe her other than a lush garden of
sensual, erotic presence?

I couldn't take my eyes from Shell's nipples, not just
because they were so pronounced, but they appeared to
be in a metal cage.  I stared and stared, but could
not figure out what I was looking at.

"They're nipple stretchers dear," Mary, reading my
mind, whispered into my ear, "and rather advanced ones
at that."

Shelby led Chrissy to the pommel horse and instructed
her to bend forward and grab the handles.  Mary and I
watched as Shell flipped Chrissy's short skirt up on
her back and slowly pealed off her white cotton
panties.  In doing so, Shelby revealed to us something
clear and pink embedded in Christina's bum.  Shell
whispered something into Chrissy's ear and Chrissy
nodded affirmatively.  Ever so gently, Shelby grasped
the intruding object and started extract it from its
lovely home.

"I think little Chrissy is a butt slut Katie," Mary
whispered hotly into my ear as we both watched Shelby
lovingly remove a very large butt plug from for little
girl's rear end.

"Ohhhhh Mooooommmmyyyyy," Chrissy groaned as the
device was slowly removed from her bottom.  She
visibly shook and trembled as her anus stretched to
release the sex toy.

Shelby placed the toy on the desk behind her and
turned Chrissy so they were facing one another.  The
couple embraced and kissed warmly, tenderly while
groping each others bum cheeks.  Shelby and Chrissy
were all moans and sighs as Shell guided the two
towards to large sofa.  Shelby lay on her back and
Chrissy mounted her Mommy's face in a sexy 69
position.

"I need to taste you Kate," Mary said as she scooted
me from her lap to a standing position.

"I need to taste your warm, wet pussy little girl,"
she commanded me, "watch and relax my darling Katie."

Mary moved me into the soft, warm leather of the chair
and stood to remove her dress.  `My God but she is
beautiful,' I thought.

My dear Mary, my teacher knelt on the plush rug and
started to massage my thighs, hips and pubis.  My
continuous state of arousal reached new levels of
pleasure as I waited for my new Mommy to excite me
with her mouth.  I watched Mary move her face to my
pussy and place the very first kiss on my wet treasure
by a woman.  This was THE watershed event of my sexual
life.  From this point forward nobody but a gentle,
caring, knowing woman would ever touch my treasure.

Mary's oral ministrations on my open, flowing flower
were the most amazing thing I had ever felt.  It was
pure liquid heat; her mouth and tongue seemed to be
everywhere and nowhere all at once.  The feelings were
similar to, but oh so much better than, masturbating
under a warm flow of gently cascading water from the
spout in a bathtub.  She knew everything.  She did
everything as I moaned, and mewled and sighed.  I
would look into her eyes and see true love...not only
physical lust and desire, but true caring and
affection.  Yes, I would be hers as long as she would
have me.

I glanced at Shelby and Christina, and was intoxicated
by the vision of my friend holding the narrow hips of
her young lover while eagerly kissing and licking, and
sucking Chrissy's pretty, bare pussy.  But nothing,
absolutely nothing, could have held my attention the
way my Mary, my Mommy, was eating my little girl
pussy.

I closed my eyes and became lost in the pleasure my
dear lover was extracting from my body.  I was awash
in the sticky, slick sounds of women loving women, and
I never wanted to leave.  The aroma of the room was
the most sensual, sexual perfume ever.  It was humid,
and hot, and musky, and pungent, and soft, and
wanting, and needful; a smell that cannot, nor could
not, be recreated anywhere but where women make love
together.  It was an aroma of sweet clover honey,
salty female desire, sticky humid lust, and sweaty
swelling passion; a scent so unique in it's essence
that the finest spa would pay billions to include it
in a repertoire of sensual therapy.  I was lost
forever in my glassy-eyed haze of desire for this
lesbian fantasy come true.

Mary loved my pussy in ways that I could not image.  I
lost all sense of time and place as my lover pleasured
me with her delightful mouth.  I felt my dear Mommy
slowly insert a finger into my opening, not a rough
fucking, but just placing her delicate, slender finger
inside me.  It felt as though she were searching, but
for what I didn't know.  Suddenly she moved her mouth
and tongue onto my clitoris.  She started rubbing a
spot inside my vagina that I didn't know existed...it
felt as though my little clitty was being massaged
from inside and out.

"Ohhhhh Maaarrryy," I sighed heavily, "it's so, sooo
good."

She briefly separated her mouth from my pussy, "Come
for Mommy little Katie.  I want to taste all of you,"
she breathed, as she returned her magical mouth to my
flower.

She gently rubbed her fingertip inside me while using
her soft, warm tongue and lips to incite my clitoris
towards its full sexual potential.  My hips were
involuntarily rising to meet her practiced onslaught
of my soul.  I felt myself building, and building, and
building towards a type of release I had never known.

I grabbed my Mary's hands in my own and repeatedly
called out her name, "Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary..."

My dear teacher knew when to be gentle and when to
apply pressure.  She led me over the edge with her
insistent finger and her awe-inspiring mouth.

"Maarrryyyy I love you," I shouted, not caring who
heard, or what implications my statement of fact would
draw.  At that very moment, at that very time, I loved
this woman for what she had done to me and what she
was teaching me.  For the first time in my life I felt
my juice pulse from my body.  My insatiable lover
lapped-up every morsel and was poised for more.  I
gave her everything she desired and that I was
physically able to give.  I moaned, groaned and sighed
through the most satisfying climax in the forty-two
years of my life.  Certainly, a new bar was set for my
perception of sexual satisfaction.

I reluctantly pushed my lover's head away from my
tender parts as I sighed and mewled my contentment.
Slowly, dreamily, I opened my eyes and invited Mary
into my arms.  Her face visibly coated in my essence,
I welcomed her warm, gentle kisses.  We hugged tightly
and closely as my body returned from the highest
heights of sexual bliss.

"Wow Kate, you really know how to cum," Shelby's voice
interrupted my peaceful embrace.

"Look at Mary's face Mommy...I think Katie flooded her,"
was Chrissy's reaction to my first womanly licking.

Mary briefly lifted her head and said, "Oh shush you
two...why don't you go lick a cunt or something."  Then
everybody, including me started giggling.

Taking Mary's advice, my friends went back to their
own pleasurable activities, as evidenced by that
renewed sounds of lips smacking lips, moans meeting
moans, and intermittent verbal expletives of: `yes,
yes, yes'; `eat it you nasty girl'; and `give me your
cunt cream Mommy'.

While Shell and Chrissy worked towards fulfilling
their needs, Mary and I snuggled and kissed in the
big, comfortable leather chair.

"Katie darling," my dear teacher started, "you know
that I care for you?"

"hmm hhhmmm, yes Mary," I responded from somewhere
between Mars and Jupiter.

She hugged me closer.  I could feel her warm breath on
my scalp as she nuzzled into me.

"I...I...you're wonderful Kate.  So delicious and so
wonderful," this was the first time I heard Mary
hesitate.  Could she be a emotionally attracted to me
as I was to her?

"I love you Mary," I stated as I pulled slightly away
fro my dearest to look at her lovely, shining face,
hoping that my reaffirmation of my newly realized
desire would lead her away from hesitating.  My life
was filled with hesitant, non-committed lovers, and I
wanted so much more from this woman who had already
laid claim to my very being.

Mary pulled back and grasped my upper arms, and with a
very serious, very determined look of her face made
her proclamation to me, "Kate, this is my first time
as a Mommy, but I really have enjoyed it so far.  I
think I've found a soul mate in you, but it would ruin
me if I said things now that you may reject at the end
of our weekend.  Kate, I'm falling in love with you."

"Don't hold back Mary, my Mommy...please, don't hold
back," I softly pleaded

She knew instantly what I needed at that very moment
as we hugged and hugged.  Tenderly kissing one another
and softly whispering `I love you' into each other's
ears.

We both heard the rise and fall, peaks and valleys of
Shelby and Chrissy in their mutual lesbian love
making.  Mary and I continued to hold each other
closely as we watched first Shell, and then Christina
reach climax.  They slowly parted and embraced one
another in the tender embrace of true lovers;
showering the other with light, soft kisses and warm
endearment.  I was so at peace with myself at that
moment, lying in the arms of my female lover while
watching my dear friend and her lover express their
affection for the other.

As I casually watched Shelby and Chris I thought how
completely wonderful this genesis of my sexuality was.
 I thought about how lucky I was to meet a woman like
Mary.  I thought that this was my true realization of
fantasy for woman-to-woman love.  It clarified all the
foggy parts from my dreams, and was so much better
than I could have imagined.  I wanted to spend the
remainder of my days with my head between Mary's
thighs.

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End of Part Four of Getting Fucked By Mary

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