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Subject: {ASSM} The Marry Effect part 02 (reposted under the correct name for Norm DePloom fans)
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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.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it.
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.
;-})> hehe
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 Two
"Mary's Dream"
by
Norm DePloom
Mary, holding her button-less blouse closed with both hands, stumbled then
caught her self as she walked toward her dorm room. The images of being
fucked on the altar with Jesus and the Virgin Mary looking down on her
swirled through her mind fueling her feelings of shame, humiliation and
'dirtiness'. After she closed the dorm room door behind her Mary removed
her clothes with trembling fingers then, being careful not to look at her
self in any of the mirrors around the room, walked to the bathroom and
turned on the hot water in the small shower.
Once the steam was billowing nicely in the small bathroom Mary adjusted the
water temperature and stepped into a shower just hot enough to be
uncomfortable. Mary soaped and rinsed her body repeatedly trying with
increasing intensity to wash away the feeling of dirtiness that permeated
her entire body. Finally she collapsed onto the floor of the shower,
clutching her knees in the fetal position, leaning against the wet shower
wall, and crying convulsively as the hot water streamed over her naked body.
Mary was in the interesting position of wanting to beg deities she did not
believe in for forgiveness for committing sacrilege in their 'house of
worship'. Finally, after the tears tapered off to an occasional sniff,
Mary promised these deities, the ones she knew did not exist (or at least at
this point desperately hoped did not exist), that she would not allow it to
happen again. Filled with a new resolve and reassured of her ability to
ultimately control any situation when it involved a man, Mary stood up and,
after shutting off the water, stepped from the shower and began to rub her
body vigorously with her bath towel.
After drying Mary wrapped the towel around her breasts and tucked in the
corner. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror Mary unwrapped the
towel and held the two corners out away from her body so she could see all
of her naked body. I don't look any different, she thought as she turned
from side to side. Since Ruthie was still gone, Mary hung her towel up in
the bathroom and walked naked to her bed. Unlike most females Mary actually
preferred to sleep in the nude.
After settling into the bed Mary turned off the light and snuggled under the
blanket. As she relaxed preparing to go to sleep Mary began to review
everything that had happened during the day. She smiled remembering the
scared and excited look on poor father Griffith's face as she left his
chemistry class. He's going to be easy, she thought.
Mary's mind shied away from considering her activities with Father John.
Or, she corrected herself, Father John's activities with my body.
Pretending not to hear the 'small quite voice' in her mind, telling her that
she would do anything Father John wanted in order to have another orgasm
like that last one on the altar, Mary began to dwell on the remembered
feelings of that last union with Father John.
A very familiar and always welcome warmth and moisture began to spread from
Mary's always ready cunt as she remembered the shame and embarrassment of
being watched by the statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary as Father John
hammered away at her on the altar. Giving into the building feelings Mary
rolled over onto her back and, after bending her knees and spreading her
legs, slipped her hand down over her stomach and rubbed small circles around
her hardening clit.
Mary decided against using the vibrator this time, wanting instead to feel
the soft wet tissues of her pussy with her fingers. Although she tried to
think of every other erotic situation she could think of, as her excitement
built Mary's mind returned time, after time, to the image of her being
fucked on the altar in the chapel beneath the holy statues. When Mary
clamped her legs closed on her hand and rolled on her side in orgasmic
pleasure, the image of Jesus on the cross with a huge erection came unbidden
to her mind.
"Oh God." She moaned with a combination of intense pleasure and renewed
shame and guilt. I must be a raving pervert, she thought as she drifted off
to sleep, her hand still held tightly between her legs. In her sleep Mary
found her self in the stone church once again. This time she was naked and
tied to the altar. One wrist and one ankle were tied to each corner of the
stone slab top of the altar.
The 'real' Mary watched from above as the 'dream' Mary lifted her head and
surveyed her surroundings. Mary noticed that the anklet that said 'Property
of Father John' was gone from her ankle. As she looked at her self she saw
writing right above where her thigh attached to her torso. Looking closer
Mary realized that she was seeing a tattoo that read "This slut belongs to
Father John".
Mary heard male voices doing Gregorian chants and strained to pick up her
neck and look out the door of the church. The chanting grew louder and a
line of monks filed through the door. Their cowls were pulled down, hiding
their faces in deep shadows. Mary became convinced that the first monk in
the line was Father John.
As the monks got closer Mary strained against her bonds trying to pull her
legs together to cover her exposed cunt and to pull her arms together over
her naked breasts. As she did so she glanced up at the statues of Jesus on
the cross and of the Virgin Mary that loomed over her and the altar. The
statues had come to life, they were pointing at her and laughing. The
Virgin Mary pointed a finger at Mary and a booming female voice spoke.
"Lay still slut, you must be purified for your dirty thoughts." When she
was done speaking the Virgin Mary reached into her robe and, after pulling
one of her breasts into view, looked over at Jesus on the cross. "Are you
thirsty?" The booming female voice asked Jesus as the stature pinched its
nipple and massaged its breast. Jesus, still on the cross, looked over at
the Virgin Mary as he pulled one hand free and, with the nail still
protruding through the palm, ripped off his loincloth revealing an
unbelievably big erect cock.
"Not right now mom." He said to the other statue. "I want to watch this
little whore get punished for thinking dirty things about us." The statue
of the Virgin Mary pulled her breast up to her own pouty lips and flicked
her tongue over the her erect nipple. "I'll just feed myself then." The
statue retorted with obvious disappointment as she started sucking
enthusiastically on her own nipple.
"You have entertained perverse and sacrileges thoughts." Mary heard Father
John's voice booming from right beside her head. "And you have participated
in blasphemous rites on the holy altar. For this you must be punished and
purified." As Mary watched the monks, who were now surrounding the altar,
pulled off their robes to reveal hard cocks almost as big as the one sported
by the statue of Jesus still looming over her head.
Without any further warning the monks produced multi-stranded whips and
began to flog Mary. The blows rained down on her legs, stomach, breasts,
and cunt. Mary screamed over and over, but the blows never let up. Then
with a strange almost stomach turning change took place in the dream and
Mary was writhing under the whips on the verge of cuming instead of
screaming in pain.
"Yes, punish me." She shouted to the monks. "Punish the slut. Punish me un
til I cum again." As her dream orgasm approached Mary noticed that the
statue of Jesus was grinning down at her as he stroked his hard cock that
seemed to have grown by several inches since the last time she had noticed
it. The statue of the Virgin Mary was still sucking on her own nipple while
her other hand had disappeared beneath her robe where it was obviously
engaged in stroking and fingering her stone cunt.
The 'real' Mary, still watching the scene from above the altar, realized
that her own hand was between her legs and that she was on the verge of
cuming for real. Her hips rocked, rubbing her clit against her own hand as
Mary moaned loudly and came with bucking hips banging the bed against the
wall. The dream dissolved under the pressure of her real life orgasm and
Mary laid on the bed panting and trembling.
"Ohhh girl, is something wrong?" Mary heard Ruthie ask her as she felt the
blanket lifted and Ruthie's warmth settle in next to hers in the bed.
Ruthie wrapped her arms around the still trembling Mary and held her
tightly.
"Ohhh girl," Ruthie continued, "Did you have a nightmare? Or did you just
do your self in the dark?" Ruthie's hands began to rub up and down Mary's
arms causing Ruthie's arm to rub up and down over Mary's naked nipples.
"Come on Ruthie," Mary said as she gently pushed Ruthie's hands away from
her. "you know I just don't get off on girls."
"Ohhh girl, I know that -" Ruthie said as she kissed Mary gently on the
forehead "- I just thought you could use some comforting." Ruthie put her
arms around the trembling Mary and held her while both of them fell to
sleep.
Mary was transported instantly back into the dream world inside the stone
church. She was still tied to the altar as she had been before. The monks
were still flogging her with one hand while they stroked their impossibly
huge hard cocks with the other. Looking above her Mary saw that the Virgin
Mary statue was now naked and fucking her self with one of the altar
candles. Jesus, still on the huge crucifix, had gotten his other hand free
and was busily stroking his cock, which was bigger than those of the monks,
with both hands.
The hard cock sticking out from the statue of Jesus on the cross was so huge
he could not even get both hands completely around it. As the flogging
continued Mary felt soft feminine hands push her thighs further apart.
Long, slender and very experienced fingers separated the fleshy folds of her
cunt. The statue of the Virgin Mary had disappeared from over her head.
Mary looked down towards her feet and saw the Virgin, now looking remarkably
like Ruthie, slowly lowering her head toward Mary's wet cunt. Mary heard
the Virgin speak.
"Ohhh girl, you have such a sweet pussy." Mary was astonished that the
Virgin talked like and sounded just like Ruthie. Mary moaned as the dream
tongue slithered and snaked in and around the folds of flesh between her
legs. The Virgin Mary, Mary thought, must have some experience at this. As
Mary quickly approached another orgasm she noticed that the Virgin was now
back up on her pedestal as well as being between her legs.
"Now that's what I call a miracle." Mary murmured as her hips pumped her wet
cunt against the mouth and tongue that were so expertly driving her to
another orgasm. As the first waves moved through her Mary noticed the cocks
of the monks spewing streams of cum onto her body. She looked up to see
Jesus showering buckets of cum down onto her body. The statue of the Virgin
Mary pumped her breasts and fountained milk onto Mary where it mixed with
the cum and puddled on her stomach.
"Oh god, yes." Mary moaned as her body was covered with slimy cum. The
orgasmic waves slowly subsided and Mary, now fully awake looked around the
room. Ruthie was in her bed apparently asleep. Mary found her body covered
with sweat, but no cum. "Good god -" Mary murmured as she straightened out
her top sheet, "- that was one hell of a realistic dream. I could have
sworn that Ruthie was licking my pussy." Settling down in her bed to go
back to sleep, Mary could not see the smile that played across Ruthie's
lips.
It seemed to Mary to be only a few seconds later when the alarm went off
jerking her from the beginnings of another dream. Mary sat up on the edge
of her bed and looked across the room. Ruthie's unmade bed was empty. Mary
yawned and stretched with distinctly feline like motions. Mary smiled at
Ruthie as she stepped out of the bathroom still working her toothbrush in
her mouth.
"Ohh girl -" Mary could barely understand what Ruthie was saying around the
toothbrush and mouth full of toothpaste "- that must have been some dream
you had last night." Ruthie disappeared for a second then reappeared with
an empty mouth. "You kept moaning things like 'oh yes Jesus, fuck me god'.
Did you, ah -" Mary searched for the best way to phrase the question, "-
wake me up anytime during the night?"
"Ohh girl, wake you up? Girl, you kept waking me up." Ruthie dug around in
her closet looking for a clean white blouse to go with her plaid school
uniform skirt. Picking up a not too badly wrinkled blouse from the pile on
the closet floor Ruthie gave it a tentative sniff.
"Ohh girl, -" Ruthie continued as she shrugged her shoulders then began to
slip the blouse over her arms. "- we've got to do some laundry tonight."
Ruthie gave Mary a knowing look, "Unless you just plan on replacing your
uniforms, girl." Mary stood up and ignored Ruthie's admiring looks as she
walked to her own closet and began to look for a clean, un-torn uniform to
cover her naked body.
"Ohh girl, you have got to let me show you what a woman could do for that
body of yours." Ruthie said following her roommate's movements. "Well
girl, -" Ruthie said shaking her head like she was trying to pull herself
out of a pleasant dream, "I've got to get over to the admin building before
class." Ruthie stood up and walked across the room to the door.
"Ohh girl -" Ruthie paused at the door and turned toward Mary "- where'd you
get that great looking anklet?"
"Ah -" Mary turned away from Ruthie to hide the blush she felt creeping over
her face "- it was a gift." Was all she said. After waiting to see if Mary
would elaborate on that answer Ruthie shrugged her shoulders and shut the
door behind her. As the door shut Mary turned and stared after Ruthie. Did
she, Mary thought, or didn't she. The old advertising line 'only her
hairdresser knows for sure' ran through Mary's mind causing her to smile.
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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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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