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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it.
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This story contains sacrilege and desecration of objects considered to be
holy by the Roman Catholic Church so read only at the risk of your immortal
soul.
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Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@h...
All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
The Mary Effect
Chapter One
"Higher Education"
By
Norm DePloom
normdeploom@h...
Mary squirmed as she sat on the end of the pew in the 'girls' section of the
chapel. She craned her neck to scan the staff section of the small dimly
lit building. Nice crop she thought as she looked over the professors,
teachers and assistants, all of which were Jesuits. The Chaplain stood at
the lectern going on and on about what would be expected of the students at
this particular university.
Shit, she thought, I don't know if I'm going to be able to take this every
morning and evening. She briefly scanned the 'boys' side of the chapel but,
being approximately her age none of them were old enough to hold her
interest. Her activities during her rebellious grade school, Jr. High and
High school years had conditioned Mary like Pavlov had conditioned his dogs.
She was not conditioned to salivate at the ringing of a bell, but to secret
vaginal lubricant whenever she was near a man old enough to be her father,
or grandfather.
The boy sitting across the isle from her suddenly sat up straight, Mary
could almost see him sniffing the air, then turning toward her with a look
of pure lust on his still almost child-like face. Damn, Mary thought, here
we go again. Mary had noticed that every time she got sexually stimulated
the males seemed to flock to her from miles around.
You could almost see a wave of 'Mary consciousness' ripple through the males
in the chapel. Even the chaplain paused in his droning to look in her
direction. Mary smiled, she was used to this strange unexplained phenomena.
She had no idea what caused men to react this way to her sexual excitement
but she'd seen it enough to know that it was not just her imagination. The
other girls sat looking at the chaplain, or down at their hands folded in
their laps totally oblivious to the to the wave of lustful thoughts being
directed at Mary.
Finally it was time to leave the chapel and head for their first classes.
On the way out of the building Mary looked up at the cold marble statue and
said her favorite 'Catholic School' girl's prayer. "Blessed Mary who
managed to conceive without sinning help me to sin without conceiving." Not
wanting to place her hope entirely on the statue, Mary had gotten a
contraceptive implant just before leaving home.
Mary's parents had offered to pay for her college education only if she
agreed to go to this university. It was a special school, run by the
Jesuits, and dedicated to restoring good moral values to the 'hard cases'
that no one else had been able to handle. Mary smiled at the thought, she
always had liked a good challenge. She had come to the campus with only one
goal, to bed every member of the faculty before the first semester was over.
Mary had 'lost' her virginity at the age of twelve just moments after her
best friend's daddy had shown her what cocks were for. From that first cock
push into her willing cunt Mary had dedicated herself to the pleasures of
older men and hard cocks. And attract men she did, even at that young age
she was a walking talking cock magnet. As soon as her own sex juice began
to flow Mary would notice the bulges begin to appear in the trousers of
every man in the same room with her.
Mary quickly developed the art of 'accidentally' brushing against these
bulges. She learned all the ways to sit, that would allow the men to almost
see the crotch of her white cotton panties. She loved to get down on the
floor to tie her shoelace, and in the process give her victim a good long
look at her already dampening panties.
Each of the many therapists that her parents had carted her off to had
insisted that she was the victim of 'child sexual abuse'. This she firmly
refused to believe. 'It just felt too damn good to be abuse.' She'd reply.
Besides, it could hardly be called abuse when she went running over to her
best friend's house every day after school and crawled under her best
friend's daddy's desk to pull his cock out of his trousers and practice the,
as he called it, 'all important art of cock sucking'.
Mary glanced down at her schedule. Chemistry, her first class was in 'Sprig
Hall of Science' located clear on the other side of the campus. Mary
quickened her steps on the concrete sidewalk. She glanced at her watch.
Damn she swore under her breath. She had hoped to have a few minutes to
'take care of herself' in the women's restroom before she had to be in
class. Oh well, she thought, I'll just have to subject the class to my
'horny power' as she thought of it.
Mary entered the chemistry class and took a seat in the front row, she
wanted to make sure the priest teaching the class got the full effect of her
power. The priest stood up from his desk and stood at the podium right in
front of Mary. Looking at his paper the priest began to take role. Mary
noticed the priest glancing quickly up at her in between calling the names
from the piece of paper. Mary licked her lips and stared boldly back at the
priest whenever he looked her way.
"Mary DeCa..DeCaci.." the priest stumbled over Mary's last name.
"Dee-Catch-ee-a" Mary sounded out her last name then spelled it for the
priest in a bored sing song voice. "Capital d, e, capital c, a, c, c, i, a,
DeCaccia."
"Mary DeCaccia" the priest repeated.
"Fiesty" Mary said without taking her eyes from the priest.
"What?" He asked beginning to fidget uncharacteristically.
"Fiesty," Mary replied then wet her lips and smiled mischievously at the
priest. "From now on I want to be known as Fiesty. It fits my personality
better than Mary." She grinned at the flustered priest. "Besides, I
wouldn't want to be confused with that statue in the chapel." Father
Giffith had been a priest for many years and had taught many flirty young
sluts, but never had he been so powerfully affected by a woman.
"Well, ah........." Father Griffith fidgeted with his papers. "In this class
you will be called Miss DeCaccia, just like every body else."
"But," Mary asked with exaggerated innocence, "if you call everybody Miss
DeCaccia how will we know who your talking to?" Mary gazed up at Father
Griffith with a practiced smile that looked totally innocence but still
managed to radiate lust and sexuality. Father Griffith blushed a deep red,
more from his own unwanted thoughts of naked young ladies than from the
teasing he was receiving from this new pupil.
"Every one in this room will be addressed as either Mr. or Miss and their
last name." Father Griffith clarified as she moved his hips trying to ease
the pressure on his rebellious hard cock.
"Yes Miss Griffith." Mary said softly, a wave of giggling moved through the
students. Father Griffith frowned at the young lady in front of him. She
smiled back with total innocence radiating from every pore of her body. It
was an innocence that fanned the fires of male sexuality. An innocence that
seemed to go out on its own and invite males to use and abuse the source of
the innocence. It was an innocence that seemed to penetrate the bodies of
the males around her, harden their cocks and drive all thoughts not related
to fucking Mary from their minds.
Father Griffith pondered momentarily what his next action should be. To
send her from the room, or to direct her to one of the discipline
specialists available would be to admit that he, a mature grown man, could
not control this young girl. Such action within the first five minutes of
the first class of the year would be devastating to his authority with the
students. As he looked down at her smiling face Father Griffith suddenly
had an image of her laying on the alter, naked, with her legs spread and her
arms reaching out to him.
His cock throbbed and Father Griffith was afraid he was going to cum in his
pants without even touching himself. Father Griffith broke the link between
his eyes and Mary's and looked around the room feeling temporarily confused.
"Ah...lets finish the role." He finally said picking up his paper from the
podium. Mary's innocent smile turned into one of victory. Mar, I mean
Fiesty one priests zero, she thought.
When the class ended the male students surrounded Mary. The offered to
carry her books, or just talked to her, any thing just to be within range of
her strange power. Mary noticed several dark looks from the other girls in
the class. From behind the podium Father Griffith could not take his eyes
from Mary. He watched her intently as she worked her way through the crowd
of young men vying for her favor while they tried to hide the bulges in
there trousers with books and binders. When she reached the door she turned
to look directly at him with a knowing smile. It felt like a bolt of
lightening ran through his body right to his crotch. Somehow he was sure
she knew he had an erection.
"Oh, God help me." Father Griffith whispered as the last student left the
room. He crossed himself then slumped onto the podium. "I am lost." He
said softly. Father Griffith lifted his head and looked out over the empty
classroom. Suddenly it seemed to him that he was staring into a deep abyss.
He could see his life accelerating down a spiral of sin and depravity ending
in his total destruction. Mary had reached into his psyche and laid claim
to his soul. He knew more certainly than he knew anything else that Mary
would be his ecstasy and his ruin. He reached down and stroked his achingly
hard cock through his trousers. One stroke and he moaned as his cock jerked
and deposited its load into his jockey shorts.
Mary ignored the heard of young males and pushed her way through the door,
she desperately needed to get to the women's rest room before she had to be
at her next clsss. After locking herself into one of the booths Mary pulled
her panties off, then after she mumbled 'to hell with the rules' stuck them
into her purse and sat on the toilet.
Father Griffith came close to being her ideal man, more than twice her age
and beginning to get a little gray around the temples. Teasing a man like
Father Griffith always put Mary's cunt in over drive, her panties were
almost dripping with her vaginal discharges. Leaning back on the toilet
Mary rubbed her clit with surprising force while she pulled an empty bottle
from her purse and began to work it quickly in and out of her pussy.
With a single 'oh god yessssssssss' Mary's body tensed and jerked
rhythmically a few times before it finally collapsed in a relaxed heap
leaning against the cool metal wall of the stall. Mary rested for a few
moments then looked at her schedule as she straightened her blouse and
skirt. Oh shit she said as she rushed form the bathroom.
Mary's next class was 'Computer Science' and it was clear across the campus.
Mary interred the room and took a seat near the front just as Father
Thompson began to take role. It only took Mary a couple of minutes to
determine that, for whatever reason, Father Thompson seemed to be totally
immune to her powers. This only seemed to happen once in a while and left
Mary totally at a loss. Without her 'power' she had no idea how to relate to
any male.
Other than once again going through her name pronunciation routine and
announcing her desire to be known as Fiesty. Mary laid low in the class and
made every attempt not to attract attention. She looked at her schedule as
Father Thompson went through every teacher's first day speech about the
importance and difficulty of his particular field.
"I'll be damned" Mary whispered as she looked at her schedule. It seemed
that every class was on the opposite side of the campus from the one before
it. She turned and picked up the schedule of the boy sitting behind her.
"Fucking shits" she whispered a little too loud.
"Excuse me Miss, ah" Father Thompson consulted his seating diagram,
"DeCaccia, you were saying something?" Father Thompson stood and looked at
her expectantly obviously willing to let the whole class wait until she
explained herself. Mary could feel herself blushing as all the other
students turned to look at her. Isn't this interesting, she thought, I can
strip bare assed naked in a room full of men and suck their cocks with no
embarrassment and here I am blushing just because a bunch of punks are
looking at me. She looked around the room defiantly until she had backed
most of the other students down and forced them to look away.
"We are waiting to hear your comments." Father Thompson spoke again. Mary
looked into his eyes. There was no response. He must be gay, she thought.
"I, ah, I'm sorry I disrupted your class Father Thompson." Mary said with a
convincing display of contrite humility. Father Thompson looked at her
skeptically for a moment then returned to his lecture. Mary looked again at
hers and the boy's schedules. She gave his back to him then grabbed one
from the girl setting next to her. Shit, she thought, this has to be
intentional. Every one of them had their classes on alternating sides of
the campus. It appeared that the class schedules were designed for maximum
travel distance between classes.
Mary had a break after Computer Science so she decided to test her power on
her academic advisor Father John. At their first meeting her academic
advisor, in an effort to be her 'friend' had asked her to use his first
name. On her way to the administration building Mary stepped into one of
the women's restrooms and again shut herself in a stall. Instead of sitting
on the toilet Mary propped one of her feet up on it then reached under her
skirt and rubbed her already wet cunt with a dreamy smile on her face. Mary
stopped before she came again. For this she needed her power at full force.
Her cunt was wet and had oozed onto her thighs. Mary pulled her wet fingers
from between her legs and rubbed the glistening lubricant behind her ears,
on her neck and between her breasts like it was perfume.
When she entered the administration building she saw Father John locking up
his office and heading for the door. She stepped in front of him and looked
up at him with adoring eyes. He came to a halt and looked down at her.
"Can I talk to you?" she asked softly leaning closer to him.
"Well," he said glancing at his watch, "I don't think I have time." Father
John took a deep breath then looked at Mary with growing confusion. Mary
for her part dawned her best 'oh please' pout.
"Well," Father John almost visibly melted under Mary's mysterious power.
"OK, I have a few minutes, come into my office." Father John led Mary back
across the lobby to his office door. After unlocking the door he held it
open for Mary. Mary stepped past Father John being sure to drag her breasts
against his chest and letting him inhale another lung full of her essence.
Mary smiled as she sat in the visitor's chair facing the desk, she had felt
a telltale lump under his robes. Father John walked back over to his side
of the desk and sat down. After looking at Mary's supple body for a moment
he shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself from a dream then
spoke.
"What can I do for you, Mary?" He asked.
"First off, I'd prefer to be called Fiesty." Mary stared back at him.
"Fiesty?" Father John asked with a bit of confusion.
"Yes, Fiesty. I think it reflects my personality better than Mary." Father
John smiled at her with obvious amusement.
"Yes, I'm sure it does." He said, "But around here, except for personal
interviews like this we use Mr. or Miss and the persons last name."
"Then just call me Fiesty when we are," Mary paused and put on her best
'innocent slut' look, "alone." Father John swallowed several times then
chuckled.
"OK, Fiesty, we believe in encouraging creativity here." Father John
returned her look with more frank unhidden lust than the other priests had.
"Now, Fiesty," Mary got a thrill hearing Father John call her that, "what
can I do for you?" Mary was sorely tempted to say 'well I could use a good
fuck' but she resisted the urge. Leaning forward Mary put her class
schedule on Father John's desk.
"It's this class schedule," Mary stood up and leaned over the desk so she
could point to the classes as she talked. Also so she could let her blouse
hang down and give Father John a good look at her breasts. "You've got me
running back and forth from one side of the campus to the other for every
class."
"Well, that is the school policy," Father John leaned forward himself
bringing their faces close to each other, "it's felt that this keeps the
students active and lets them get some exercise." Father John looked up
from the class schedule directly into Mary's eyes. Mary found herself being
almost lost in Father John's intense eyes. After a moment Mary backed off
momentarily, she had the strange feeling that the balance of power was
shifting in Father John's favor.
"Well, I don't like it." She responded weakly trying to think of a way to
regain the initiative.
"Not liking it is not a good enough reason to change it." Father John
declared with another chuckle. "Now," Father John leaned even closer to
her, and after making a point of looking at her breasts stared directly into
her eyes, "do you have any thing better to offer me?"
"Well..." Mary started to reply nervously. She was used to being in
control, being the aggressor. Even in those cases where she was the
'covert' aggressor, she still felt totally in control of the man and the
situation. Now she felt like her power and control were flowing unstoppably
to Father John.
"Why don't you lift your skirt and let me see what you have to barter with."
Father John suggested with a wicked grin. Mary, already overwhelmingly
horny from her morning's activities stood up and after spreading her legs,
lifted her skirt up to waist level. Father John pushed his chair away from
the desk then stood up to get a better look at Mary's smooth, clean shaved
cunt.
"Ok, bring that slutty little cunt around here, if it feels as good as it
looks I might think about rewriting your class schedule." Mary, still
holding the front of her dress up, walked around the end of the desk. She
was feeling uncharacteristically shy and could feel her face burning with
the first blush she'd experienced in several years. What is it, she
thought, about this man that turns me into a blushing wimp? All of her
usual confidence had deserted her.
Approaching the imposing figure Mary stood in front of Father John. She
stared at the floor instead of confidently into his eyes as she usually
would. Father John took her by the upper arms and positioned her with her
ass against the edge of his desk, then pushed her backward until her back
was laying on the desk and her legs were hanging over the near edge. Her
head hung over the far edge, except when she would hold it up to observe the
actions of Father John.
Father John grabbed Mary's blouse and ripped it open, buttons flew across
the room. Mary could hear them hitting the walls, and falling onto the
floor. The fierceness of the act sent an unexpected thrill through Mary's
body, tightening her nipples and causing more lubrication to ooze from her
already wet cunt. Slipping his fingers under the top edge of her bra cups,
Father John pulled up and apart until the metal hook holding the bra closed
between her breasts bent and finally gave way.
"Oh God yes." Mary whispered as the cool office air hit her exposed breasts
and hardened her nipples almost to the point of discomfort. Reaching around
to Mary's side, Father John grasped the waistband of her skirt and pulled
until the metal hook bent and the zipper pulled apart. Father John heard
Mary's deep throaty groan as he continued to pull. The seam down the side
of the skirt slowly began to give. The sound of the ripping thread sounded
like machine gun blasts to Mary.
"Oh God, Please fuck me." Mary begged as she lay naked amongst the remnants
of her, now ruined, school uniform. The forceful and, almost, viscous
quality of Father John's actions, combined with the feel and sound of the
clothes being ripped from her body had heightened Mary's sexual excitement
to the point of frenzy. She was already moving her hips in quick jerky fuck
motions waiting eagerly for Father John to get down to business.
"Well, dear, God isn't here to fuck you so you'll just have to be satisfied
with one of his humble servants." As he spoke Father John removed his robe
revealing his already hard cock. Holding his cock at its base Father John
rubbed its head up and down the wet cunt lips in front of him. Mary brought
her legs up and held them with a hand behind each knee as she spread her
legs and lifted her head to watch the big purplish cock head, now glistening
with her cunt juice, moving up and down her pussy.
"Oh please fuck me, I can't wait any longer." Father John smiled at the
unabashed begging tone in Mary's voice. Taking a hold of each of her legs
Father John pushed them back and apart until Mary winced from the pain.
Then he positioned his lubricated cock head against the small brown opening
to Mary's ass.
"Oh please, no" Mary begged when she realized where Father John was about to
fuck her. "I've never been fucked that way, it'll hurt too much." Father
John smiled at her with such evil intent that Mary felt a bolt of fear
streak through her body like lightening.
"Then it's about time you did get fucked this way." Father John said as he
began to push his cock head against her tight resisting sphincter. "And
there is no such thing as 'hurting too much' when a slutty little whore like
you is involved." With this last statement Father John threw his entire
weight behind his invading cock. As his cock began to slip inside her
virgin ass Father John slapped her hard across the face.
"Silence bitch." He ordered with the slap. Mary stifled the scream she felt
building. It felt like a red-hot rod was being forced inside her. Mary's
face screwed up in pain as tears leaked from her eyes and rolled down her
temples. She moaned 'oh god help me' then let her head fall backward over
the edge of the desk as his cock hit bottom. Once his cock was buried
deeply inside the now crying girl on his desk Father John relaxed and held
his cock in place while he pinched her nipples and stroked her large clit
with the tip of his finger.
Slowly the burning feeling began to subside and Mary became aware of the
erotic signals emanating from her nipples and clit. As the sexual
excitement began to build once more the stretched 'full' feeling in her ass
slowly became erotic and added to the fires of her lust.
She had never had a man treat her this rough before. It scared her, and
excited her at the same time. Mary lifted her head and watched with
fascination as Father John's large hard cock began to work its way out then
back into her over stretched ass. She looked up at Father John's face and
saw an expression of pure bliss. Picking up the pace Father John fucked his
cock in and out of her ass with increasing speed and forcefulness.
Mary leaned her head back over the edge of the table once more and worked
her hips up and down in time with the cock fucking in and out of her ass.
She was amazed at how hot she was getting. Father John continued to pinch
and stroke her large clit while he fucked her ass. He was rewarded with
deep growling pre-cum moans from Mary's throat.
"God I love fucking little sluts with virgin asses." He said as her bent
over her and sped up his fucking.
"Oh yes," Mary groaned now thoroughly enjoying her first ass fuck, "fuck my
ass hard."
Father John rested his open hands on each side of her body as he leaned on
the desk and fucked his cock into her with manic intensity. Mary wrapped
her arms around Father John's neck to keep from being pushed off the desk by
the force of his fucking.
The pleasure exploded inside Mary's head sending her into the most intense
orgasm she had ever experienced. As her orgasm began to die down Father
John's body tightened. Mary could see every muscle standing out in tight
knots. His hips jerked spasmodically and Mary could feel his cock twitching
inside her ass as her filled her with his cum.
"Oh God damn." Father John bellowed as his cock disappeared from her ass and
he collapsed into the desk chair behind him. Mary lay wet, panting and
speechless on Father John's desk. Father John sat wet, panting and
speechless on his desk chair.
Mary's feet slipped from the desk and her legs hung limply over the edge.
They both remained silent for several minutes, listening to each other's
heavy breathing.
"Come here, bitch." Father John growled at the girl still lying on his desk.
Mary struggled up onto her elbows, then sat up on the edge of the desk.
"On your knees." Father John ordered pointing to the floor between his
naked thighs. Mary lowered herself to her knees, then shuffled over to the
spot he had indicated.
"Lick me clean." Father John sighed as he leaned his head back on the chair
and watched with lowered eyelids as Mary slowly approached his soft cock
with her outstretched tongue. Mary had often licked and sucked her own cunt
juice from men's cocks, and loved the taste of her self, but this time she
had to consciously try to not think about where this cock had just been.
Father John's cock was beginning to harden again before she completed her
task and was ordered to sit on the desk again.
Father John opened a desk drawer and pulled out an id bracelet and a pair of
pliers. Using the pliers Father John opened one of the links of the chain
and after wrapping it around Mary's left ankle, used the pliers to close the
link. This done Father John stood up and after putting his robe back on
walked toward the office door.
"You better get some fresh clothes on and get to class now." Father John
said as he opened the door, then he turned back to look at her. "Come back
at for o'clock this after noon and we will...ah...'discuss' changes to your
class schedule." Then he left leaving the door open and Mary sitting naked
on his desk. Mary pulled her blouse closed and looked around the desk.
After finding a paper clip dispenser Mary, with trembling hands, fastened
her blouse with four paper clips.
Mary slipped off the desk and stood behind the desk as she tried to pull her
ripped skirt around her waist and over-lap it enough to hide her naked body
underneath. The trembling spread from her hands up her arms and over her
entire body. She sat down in Father John's chair and thought about what had
just happened. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She had, she decided, just been raped. No matter how young she had been she
had always felt in control of the men she allowed to fuck her, and there
were many who wanted to that she did not allow to. Father John had taken
control of her and fucked her in a way she didn't want to be fucked, that
made it rape. Worse than that he had made her enjoy it.
Mary pulled her left ankle up and rested it on her right knee. She turned
the oval metal part of the id bracelet over and read engraved there
"Property of Father John". He had raped her, and now he was trying to take
possession of her. Her growing determination to resist this ownership was
tempered by memories of how intense her orgasm had just been. "One of the
best" she said out loud to no one in particular.
Mary picked up her purse and put the strap over her shoulder then, holding
her skirt closed as best she could, headed across the campus toward the
girl's dorm. About half way across the campus Mary suddenly stopped and
said "Shit" under her breath. Why, she asked herself, didn't I put my
panties back on? Oh well, she answered herself as she continued her trip
across the campus, too late now.
After making it to her dorm room without exposing too much of her self to
too many different people Mary let her ruined clothes fall to the floor and
looked at her self in the full length mirror. Her attention was immediately
drawn to the anklet. All the way across the campus each step she took had
reminded Mary of this new tag of ownership. She saw her own face blush,
something that had not happened in a number of years.
Her mind seemed to be swirling with a myriad of conflicting emotions and
thoughts. She remembered the thrill that had run through her body when
Father John ordered her to come to him. She felt the fear of loosing
control and the thrill of loosing control.
Watching her self in the mirror Mary spread her legs then slowly pushed a
finger into her wet cunt. A moment later she added a second finger to her
cunt and, using her other hand rubbed her clit with two fingers. Mary loved
to watch herself cum, and she was rewarded in just a few minutes with a body
tensing orgasm that only seemed to stoke the fire of her lust instead of
quenching it.
After watching herself cum Mary took a couple of facial tissues and wiped
her butt area with them. Looking at the tissue with a surprised expression
Mary spoke out loud. "I was sure there would be blood." Reaching back
behind her again Mary gently probed her just fucked ass with the first joint
of her index finger. There was still enough residual lubrication for her
finger to slip effortlessly inside the tight muscle.
Mary pulled her finger from her ass and walked over to her bed. Opening the
bedside table drawer, Mary pulled out a good-sized vibrator and lay down on
her bed. The buzz sound seemed to echo off the walls as Mary worked the tip
up and down the lips of her cunt and around her large erect clit. After
working the vibrator in and out of her wet cunt a few times Mary moved the
tip of the vibrator to her ass and began to push it against her tight
sphincter.
Mary could feel the vibrations through her ass, her cunt and clear up to her
clit. She pushed harder and harder until the muscle guarding this entrance
into her body relaxed and allowed the vibrating intruder access to her newly
discovered erotic zone. Working the vibrator in and out of her ass with her
right hand, Mary began to pinch rub and pull on her clit with her left. She
treated her clit far rougher than she usually did, but the excitement of
fucking her own ass with the vibrator seemed to call for it.
As she fucked the vibrator in and out of her ass Mary kept a tight hold on
it, she did not want to go to the student infirmary to have a vibrator
removed from her asshole. As her excitement built Mary began to pinch and
pull on her clit harder than she ever had before. Then as the first wave of
her orgasm crested and spilled over her Mary turned on her side and squeezed
her legs together. Still fucking the vibrator in and out and still pulling
on her clit, she turned her head and pushed her face against the pillow to
muffle her orgasmic screams.
When the orgasm subsided Mary let the vibrator slip from her ass and turned
it off, then she rolled on her back and lay with her legs spread. Her arms
and legs felt heavy and tired. As she began to drift toward sleep a feint
smile played across her lips as she realized that it was memories of her
'anal rape' that had drove her orgasm to such energy draining heights.
Mary jerked and sat up. She looked around the room in a confused manner,
then relaxed as she recalled the days events and remembered how she came to
be naked and laying on her bed in the dorm room. As she sat on the edge of
the bed, Mary began to recall vague memories of a dream she had just had.
She could only remember disjointed scenes of monks in robes and her self
tied to an altar in an old gothic church.
"Shit." Mary said as she looked at her watch and realized she had missed all
of her afternoon classes. She was due back at Father John's office at 4:00
to 'discuss' her new class schedule and it was 3:50 already. Ignoring her
bras and panties, Mary threw on a blouse and skirt with nothing on
underneath and headed out the door. On her way out the door Mary ran into
her roommate, Ruth.
"OHHHHH girl, you're in trouble now." Ruth said without preliminaries.
"Thanks for the late breaking news Ruthie," Mary replied with a quick hug to
take the sting out of the sarcasm. "Did you get that from CNN?"
"OHHHH girl, word is you missed every class this afternoon." Ruthie started
every comment with a 'OHHHH girl'.
"Yes I did, I was doing a project for Father John, my academic advisor."
Mary explained, hoping that Father John would do something to keep her from
being in as much trouble as Ruthie seemed to think she was in. "And now
I've got to run I have to be back at his office at 4:00 or I'll be in even
more trouble."
"OHHHHHgirl, you'd better get your ass running." Mary smiled at Ruthie then
turned ad began to run towards the Administration building. As she ran
Mary's skirt bounced higher and higher until her peek-a-boo playing cunt and
ass were attracting the attention of the male students as well as the
priests.
Mary appeared, breathless and panting, at Father John's office door just as
his clock chimed four o'clock. Knowing she desperately needed his help to
stay in school, Mary walked over to Father John's chair and knelt at his
side with her eyes down. She remembered reading a story about a submissive
woman and how she acted with the man who owned her and was determined to act
that way to get Father John's help. Mary waited patiently with her eyes
down until Father John spoke to her.
"You missed all of your afternoon classes." Father John stated.
"Yes sir." Mary replied. Father John put down the book he was reading and
looked at the contrite young girl kneeling at his side.
"Aren't you going to offer and excuse for your dereliction?" He asked.
"No." she answered. I knew this girl was trainable, Father John said to
himself with an inward smile.
"Tell me what you did, in detail." Father John watched Mary as she told her
story of the afternoons events. "You will have to be punished, but I will
make sure you do not get kicked out of any classes." Father John turned his
chair until he was facing the kneeling girl. "I need to have you suck my
cock." He announced as he lifted his robe exposing his cock.
Mary inhaled as she leaned forward toward the proffered cock then took the
tool in her hands. It was obvious that Father John had just finished
fucking another woman. His cock was still sticky with her cunt juice and
Mary could smell the other woman's scent on his cock and pubic hair. She
took the cock in her mouth and found herself analyzing the smell and taste
to see how it differed from her own. She liked her own taste and smell and
decided that whoever this woman was she smelled and tested very much like
Mary herself did.
Mary massaged Father John's balls firmly and stroked the base of his cock as
it grew larger and larger in her sucking mouth. Father John grabbed hair on
each side of Mary's head and forced her mouth further and further down the
shaft of his hard cock. Holding Mary's head firmly in place Father John
fucked deeply into her throat, ignoring the choking and gagging noises being
emitted around his invading cock. Finally he held her face pushed hard
against his pubic hair and, ignoring her squirming body and her hands
pushing against his legs, shot cum down her throat and into her stomach.
Once released Mary sat on the floor, her head leaning against Father John's
legs, panting and trying to catch her breath. As she ran her tongue around
the inside of her mouth Mary could taste Father John's cum and the 'other
woman's' juices.
"Stand up." Father John ordered pulling Mary to her feet. Father John bent
Mary face down over the top of his desk. With one hand on the small of her
back holding her in the bent over position, Father John pulled her skirt up
exposing Mary's ass and cunt to his view.
Mary could feel Father John smearing something on her ass, then on her cunt
lips. Father John pulled Mary's skirt back down then after pulling her to a
standing position, grasped the front of her blouse and ripped it open. Once
again Mary listed as her buttons showered down onto the floor. After her
breasts were exposed, Mary watched as Father John took something from an
unlabeled tube and smeared it on her nipples. Her nipples grew hard from
the attention.
"Now," Father John said stepping away from his young victim, "go back to
your room. Stay there until you are told otherwise. Do not," his voice
lowered and he stepped forward to emphasize what he was saying, "touch your
self in any way, and do not let anybody, or anything else touch you."
Father John lifted her head by the chin so he could stare into her eyes.
"Do you understand?" Mary nodded her head 'yes'. Father John turned
without another word and walked from his office.
Mary left the building holding her button-less blouse closed and wondering
what it was that Father John had put on her. "I'm going to have to do
something about these buttons." She said to herself as she walked down the
walkway towards her dorm room.
Mary was no more then twenty yards from the front door of the administration
building when the first signs of heat began to build on her ass, cunt and
nipples. As the sensations grew, her brain interpreted the signals as
sexual. Her nipples felt like they were begging to be sucked on. Her ass
and cunt felt like they needed a long hard fucking. By the time Mary walked
into her dorm room her cunt was oozing so much that she felt like her thighs
were wet all the way down to her knees.
Mary laid down on her bed and reached over her head to hang on to a shelf on
the wall, hoping to keep her hands off her body as she had been instructed
by Father John. Never in all the time since she had sampled her first cock
had Mary ever felt the need to be fucked so intensely. Not being fucked
was, at this point, the worst torture anybody could inflict on her. She
laid with her legs spread, her short skirt barely covering her crotch,
hoping the cool air would quench some of the fire emanating from between her
legs. Mary shut her eyes to concentrate on not touching herself.
"OHHHHH girl," Mary jumped when she heard Ruthie's familiar voice standing
over her. "What are you doing girl?" Ruthie looked directly at Mary's
crotch where her skirt had pulled up exposing her wet open cunt. "You look
like you need a piece girl." Ruthie continued then stroke a sassy pose "and
you know I'm just the one to give it to you."
"Please Ruthie," Mary begged, "not now." Ruthie, who rarely let other
people upset her, shrugged her shoulders and, after walking into the
bathroom, shut the door.
Mary jerked and sat up in her bed when the phone rang. She had fallen
asleep despite her desperate need for a thorough fucking. As she reached
for the phone images of her rapidly fading dream swirled in her head. All
she could remember about the dream was being naked in a stone walled church
with a bunch of faceless monks getting ready to punish and 'purify' her.
"Hello?" Mary pulled her blouse shut over her breasts.
"Come to the chapel." She heard Father John's voice order just before the
click of a phone being hung up. As Mary climbed off her bed she became
aware once again of the burning sensations radiating from her cunt, ass and
nipples. Looking behind her Mary noticed that her dripping cunt had soaked
through the back of her skirt and left a wet spot on the bed cover.
Holding her button-less blouse closed Mary hurried to the chapel. Her eager
anticipation of getting the fucking she so desperately needed was tinged
with fear about what she might have to do to get that badly needed fuck. As
she walked through the heavy wood door Mary saw Father John sitting in the
ornate chair behind the alter.
"Stop." Father John ordered when Mary started to walk down the center isle
of the chapel. ""Take off your clothes." Mary looked around to see if
anybody else was in the room then stripped off her blouse and skirt, leaving
only her shoes and thigh-high stockings. "Everything" Father John continued
when Mary hesitated. Mary removed her shoes then her stockings.
"Now you can approach me." Mary walked with a combination of pride in her
tight well-muscled body, embarrassment of her total nakedness and fear about
what she was going to be required to do for this man. She could feel the
sticky-ness on the insides of her thighs as she walked up the isle towards
the altar.
"Kneel in front of me." Father John ordered as Mary approached the chair in
which he was sitting. Mary knelt in front of her owner/master/tormentor and
waited to see what was going to happen next. Father John looked at the
naked girl in front of him and waited as her agitation grew.
"What do you want?" He finally asked her. Mary hesitated a moment before
answering.
"To be fucked." She said simply.
"How badly do you want to be fucked?" Father John asked her.
"I want to be fucked more than anything I've ever wanted before in my life."
Mary said looking up into his eyes imploringly. Then she fell forward and
grabbed both of Father John's legs. "Oh god, please fuck me." She begged
kissing his sandaled feet in between the words. She continued to shower
kisses on his feet and beg him to fuck her for another minute, then she
turned around and stuck her butt up in the air with her head and breasts
pushed hard against the cold wood floor.
"Please, oh god please fuck me, I can't stand it any longer." Her begging
could just barely be heard, but the message of her wet, open exposed cunt
being wiggled back and forth in front of Father John was unmistakable.
Father John stood up and, after taking Mary's arm and pulling her to her
feet, leg her to the communion rail and pushed her head first across it.
Mary, almost standing on her head, spread her feet and looked back between
her legs as Father John took a wet handkerchief from the bowl of holy water
and began to clean the salve from her cunt and ass. Watching from her
upside down position Mary pictured what she must look like, folded in half
over the wood railing with her ass and cunt open and ready for Father John's
use.
After cleaning her crotch of the heat producing compound Father John held
her hip with one hand while he probed deeply into her wet cunt with two
fingers of the other hand. Mary moaned and moved her cunt back against the
fingers.
"Yes, oh god, yes." She moaned as she rocked her hips moving her cunt up and
down on Father John's extended fingers. Father John removed his fingers,
then, kneeling behind her, pushed his mouth against her cunt and probed her
hot wet depths with his expert tongue. Mary continued to move her hips
slowly up and down rubbing her cunt on Father John's face, smearing her cunt
juice on his beard and rubbing her clit against his hairy chin.
"Please fuck me." Mary begged looking back over her shoulder, "Please take
me, finish making me your property." Father John continued probing her cunt
with his tongue ignoring her please for relief from her need to be fucked.
After sating his desire for the taste for pussy Father John pulled Mary to
her feet and walked her to the altar. Taking her by the waist he lifted
Mary and sat her on the altar.
Mary immediately leaned back on her elbows and brought her legs up placing
her feet on the edge of the altar. Her hips continued to rock her hips
moving her cunt slowly up and down in anticipation of being fucked. She
watched as Father John removed his robe, then climbed up on the altar with
her.
Father John pushed her further back onto the altar then, kneeling between
her widespread raised legs, he pushed the head of his hard cock against the
her wet cunt lips. As the welcomed invader pushed, too slowly for her
tastes, into her hot cunt Mary leaned her head back and found herself
staring at the huge crucifix on the wall behind the altar. Mary felt like
singing a few verses of the alleluia chorus as Father John's hard cock
slipped all the way into her.
I wonder, Mary thought, looking up at Jesus on the cross, as Father John
settled into a steady pounding fuck rhythm, how big he is under that
loincloth. As Mary bucked her hips up against Father John to get the
maximum penetration, she noticed that, from this angle, it looked like Jesus
was leering down at her with a most 'un-Christ-like' look.
"You'll just have to wait your turn." Only when Father John slowed his
fucking and looked at her quizzically did Mary realize that she had said it
out loud instead of thinking it. Mary just smiled enigmatically up at
Father John and fucked herself harder against him. Father John shrugged his
shoulders then turned his attention back to pounding his cock into her wet
cunt.
Mary had long before given up, at least intellectually any connection with
the Roman Catholic Church. But as a sudden wave of over powering guilt
swept over her she realized that she could never rid herself of the early
emotional indoctrination. Mary hid her eyes from Jesus on the cross and the
Virgin Mary staring down at her from the side as her guilt mixed with the
onrushing orgasm.
"OH GOD FUCK ME HARD." She screamed humping herself like a maniac against
Father John's hard cock. "OH GOD. JESUS AND Mary I'M CUMING." When she
realized what she had just screamed, while getting fucked on the altar of a
church the guilt overwhelmed her and drove her orgasm to heights she had
never dreamed of before.
Mary slowly regained consciousness lying naked on the altar. She had never
passed out during an orgasm before. She looked around, but Father John was
nowhere to be seen. Gathering up her clothes Mary got dressed and walked
back to her dorm. She was overwhelmed by guilt and totally satiated by the
best orgasms in her considerable experience.
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Semper vale et salve.
Norm Deploom
The other day upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish I wish he'd go away
--
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Norm DePloom
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