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Subject: {ASSM} Mary Mary Mother of Sex    D/s   Mf   Slow   Part 3 of 7
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 12:10:04 -0400
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Mary Mary Mother of Sex

MARY AND LUKE: ADVENTURE IN VIRTUAL REALITY D/s
(C) 2002 Sean Luke Marshall

Part III.

Sitting on the bed watching Luke sleep, caressing him, Mary could not imagine her
life without him.
At the same time, before today, she wondered what life would be like if she chose to
live with him.
He already had two families. He had lived as an adult before she was born. Luke had
told her many times that he didn't want to stop her from living. Now, she wants him
as she would want any man she loved.
Mary knew she gave up nothing to be with him. How could she stop loving him? Why
would she?
Waking him, Mary treasured the transition. "I do not want to sleep, she moved closer,
resting her face on his hands.
Luke appears disinterested. She knows it's a pose.
As he stirred she led his hands to her bottom, feeling him climb behind her resting
his large head on her smaller shoulder. Tweaking her nipples between thumb and
forefinger, Mary leaned her head back and sliding down she opened her cunt as she
rolled out of his arms.
Turning to face him, legs wide apart, Mary touched her moist cunt knowing the result.
Playing with his hands, rubbing then, as if to warm them, Luke stretched wet his
fingers with spit from her mouth and then stretched to make them shine. Mary looked
down, posing, affected by his measured tenderness, she nibbled Luke's neck finding
his cock, she rubs the head before learning down to suck it into her mouth.
Luke knew the ballet. "I want to come for you, she said."
"We did."
"No, we didn't. I want you to watch without touching."
"OK"
"I want your pleasure inside. Can you endure that?"
"How long?"
"As long as you say."
"What do I have to do?"
"Are you dense? I said, nothing. Just sit there and do not take your eyes off of my
fingers."
Mary giggled at the end of that speech. "Really, she said, it's very easy to do
nothing?"
Luke sat back resting his head against the wall his feet stretched out. He watched
and waited. Nothing happened.
"Now what?"
"Closer. Do not touch."
Luke inched closer resting his chin on his elbows. He loomed inches from Mary's cunt.
He blew at her clit.
"What are you doing," she said, annoyed.
"Nothing."
"You are too. Stop distracting."
Luke laughed. Mary leaned against him obviously not too upset. Kissing him slowly,
carefully manipulating his mouth, she licked his lips with hers and looking into his
eyes, bit his lip.
"Fuck," that hurt, he pulled away sucking the blood that had quickly pooled.
"Did I hurt the bad man?"
Mary rubbed the blood into his lip sampling it.
"I am determined to do this."
Luke bowed to her.
Slowly, Mary fingering her cunt tracing lines, curves, and hole. Lifting the hood,
clit, and swollen lips she explored with short circular strokes.
"I am so aroused. I wouldn't start here. I'd fall back and slowly touch everywhere
but my nipples and cunt.  "Did you know I love to have my stomach rubbed? Did you
know dear that I often make myself come thinking of the photograph of your cock you
sent me. I imagined I took the picture. Yes, I know it was one of your ex-wives. I
also focus on the first time I put that five-inch candle inside my cunt. It hurt at
first. I didn't stop. I wanted to do that for more than anything I have ever done for
anyone. I was shocked it felt so fucken good."
As she spoke Luke said little. He followed her dancing fingers slipping here and
inside. They rubbed first generally at the usual places but then settling down to a
fixed spot.
With his other hand Luke played with her belly button, the top of her pubic hard.
Moving side-to-side grinding against her fingers, Mary came very quickly jerking her
body as she grunted shifting her legs as she shook. Contorted face, neck, chest, she
entered her body.
Luke felt the pull of her hands. Both of his touched her mouth and neck.  Mary
grabbed his hand and pushed into his body. She felt his cock, and satisfied with it,
she bent it at the neck. He felt her heart race. He heard their ten thousand hours of
past conversations as one voice in his head. Luke trapped, reached between her legs.
His body struggled to keep outside so he could watch easily, but he couldn't resist,
and closing his eyes he rubbed his cock against the line of her ass. As she pushed
back, he held her fast and pressed his cock into her crack finding the line of her
ass, he pushed the tip of his cock quickly inside, first spitting on his fingers.
Later, he wondered why he had pretended to not feel. Caught in he action he felt her
hands, resting his left hand on top of hers, thrust three fingers sharply inside. He
fingered her cunt wrapping his right hand around, finding the lips.
Mary babbled while they caressed the other. She listened to his sighs and her moans.
Suddenly, she released from his cock, pushing away, moving to the other side of the
bed.
"That was intense," she said.
He didn't know what caused her to change. He imagined that he had a cunt and when he
reached inside hers, touched the inner lips and crooked his finger, Mary shook and
grabbed him. Refusing to let go of his cock she rubbed it against her face.
How as this all possible? The he felt her mouth on his nipple. He was she. He
imagined an infant mewling at his, her breast.
Finally, just as the ache in his nipple subsided, he shot forward giving birth to a
child.
"It must be fucken drugs," she heard him say.
"No, it isn't. I carried you inside. You and I had one moment when we shared it all,
even resistance. It was my way to express my reluctance to give myself up."
Drawing her legs together and then splitting them wide, Mary taking a small hand
mirror from her backpack, drew one finger through her sex and then his mouth.
Relaxed, eyes closed, her body arched, and her legs fell flat to the bed while both
her hands slapped the mattress as a wrestler might trying to escape the pin.
"Men think women don't like to use fingers," she said, releasing enough from her
preoccupation with masturbation to stammer a close.
"We do."
Mary continued to rub her sex for several minutes after orgasm. Stretching the mouth
of her cunt, she pushed three fingers inside brutally fucking it before rocking to
that final stop and a pause.
Luke watched Mary's body decompose while he touched himself, letting his fingers grab
the glan of his cut cock. Luke watched her final movements and listened for the
motions of her arms and legs against him, and he dribbling on the back of her hand.
"I didn't think I could come again so quickly," he said, "but your fucken show was
freaking incredible."
Mary looked down at his cock, his hands, and his open legs and was silent. Moving
closer, she hugged his arms and shook his cock.
"This is mine."
Mary and Luke held the other while Mary milked the glan. Licking her fingers clean,
she smelled her hands and his fingers. Sucking both of their hand astonished by the
flavor, Luke revived.



End Part III.

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