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MARY AND LUKE: ADVENTURE IN VIRTUAL REALITY D/s


(C) 2002 Sean Farragher



Mary Mary Mother of Sex called him Luke. She also called him Pops. He didn'
t like that. Mary stopped.


It was true Luke was much older. She was also older than she said. Or was
she? How much older or younger was up for debate. He chose not to answer
her. She chose to mislead him with the truth. Eventually, she accepted him
without reference to chronology.


After all he did make her feel as if her body were god. She could do
anything with it. Sex was not just gymnastics but the discovery of the
self. Yes, Luke promised Mary the world. He did deliver it.


He named her Mary Mary Mother of Sex. She was Luke's mind written into
female codes. He was Mary Mary Mother of Sex. As her, he had a gig. He had
the voice of her angel.


Luke had a cunt and she had his dick. Life could be actually simple if you
stretched the rules and played your imagination like a music box.


Part I.


Luke picked her up outside the news kiosk at the W. 4th Street subway
station. She was nervous. He was frightened.


Yesterday was Mary's eighteenth birthday. She was in love. They were in
lust.


Mary met Luke on the Internet. He was a poet, writer and teacher. She was a
voice in a faded Dead Book Journal. She was searching for sex with
understanding. On the Internet she found sex.


Most guys like to cyber, but she never found any of them satisfying. There
was never any imagination.


Luke knew words. He brought her to the inside.


Every day the conversations grew wilder, more outrageous and completely a
turn on.


I cannot meet you until you are 18. You understand that? Right? Luke
figured if she were not 18, and older, perhaps the desire would drive her
out of her lies.


She could not be 17. Turns out, she was. She did not lie.


Mary used a candle on her cunt the day Luke sent Mary pictures of his
ejaculating cock.


She took her own cherry with a candle she had found under the sink. She
washed it with hot water and oiled it.


When she came that first time, the candle reached where her fingers could
not. She was possessed with Luke. Mary knew it. He knew it. He never used
this power to harm her. He directed her.


Soon after she called him Master, and wore his collar. She believed he
would never do anything to her without her consent. Luke never lied. He
gave her the safe word. She convinced him she wanted to discover her many
natures.


True, Mary wanted to please him and did. True, they both loved the tangle
of pain and pleasure that came with a swift spanking or nipple clips: a
hard slap on the ass or cunt did it for both of them.


Luke told Mary it was his choice. If he wanted her to dominate him, to
switch, he wanted it. He maintained the power. She would comply. All Mary
heard were the inner rumblings of her breath as she felt him sucking and
biting her small nipples. She imagined it all as she rested her face in his
lap as one sign of compliance.


Before they met, Mary wondered if he would remind her of her father. He
didn't look like him, and perhaps that would be gross, as she put it.
Actually, Mary liked the idea of fathers and daughters. She never thought
that would happen to her, but she was open.


Yes, Luke was much older. He was not a young man with a raging cock. He was
a man who knew the power and limits of his sexuality and never thought of
himself first. He gave pleasure for he derived ecstasy from giving. He
watched her come in his mind in many conversations over IM, email or on the
phone.


Mary Mary Mother of Sex was absorbed by it all.


HISTORY


For almost ten months they had hundreds of shared orgasms. He advised her
on boyfriends. He encouraged her to have pleasure with other men. He
required only one thing. She would save her virginity for him. She would
tell him everything she did.


He encouraged her to suck cocks, play with dicks and kiss the young guys
for hours. He knew she would love him first, and he was never jealous. She
had a full life. She had to experience it all. She needed to have the
choice and chance to know her own sexual changes without him as well as
with him. How else could she grow into the sexual slave he desired?


He wanted to watch her change the world. He wanted to feel her body grow
with his child someday when she was ready to know that experience. He
wanted to die in her arms, and then wish her a great new life. She would
greatly outlive him, but that didn't matter. He also told her after they
made love that first time, he would encourage her to have sex with other
men. He would find them for them. He would find women for them. They would
experiment with pleasure on a scale never before known.


Driving upstate New York they talked, he seemed much older than the
conversations, yet he had the same sweet voice she knew on the telephone.
Mary never liked to talk on the phone before she met him.


They didn't talk about sex as they drove up state to the private motel
where they would spend their first day and night with the other. Before
they left, he promised to not pressure her. He wouldn't. He didn't need to
worry. She wanted him from the minute she felt his hand touch her face.


After they checked into the motel, they sat in their room laughing at the
Indian motel clerk who showed no expression when he said I need a room for
my daughter and myself. Your daughter is lovely, he said. Luke replied, and
she fucks well too. The Indian clerk almost blushed.


They snuggled in the room holding hands. He was strange to her. She was
beautiful to him, and they drank some wine, and finally she surprised Luke
by kissing him gently and suddenly they were kissing hard, and out of
breath, suddenly he stopped.


Talking again, he held her hands and touched her mouth and kissed her eyes,
and told her over and over all the thousands of words she had loved in the
ten months of their courtship.


RESISTANCE


Later that night after talk, dinner and more wine, Mary relaxed said she
wanted to take a walk. She promised to return. When she returned, she told
Luke she wanted him, but as she was her own worst enemy she planned to
resist him. "Don't worry," she said. I will comply. Just want to fight all
of it. I am not sure why.


Sitting on the bed, one leg curled, reached up to kiss Luke, he grabbed her
tits hard. "No, not so hard, she said. Softer. I do like the taste of
blood. You surprised me, that's all."


Mary bit his lips.


Luke fought and he lifted her ass off the bed. Tightening her hold on the
soft bedding, she froze in place. Clinging to the cheap spread, he pushed
her off the bed and rolled Mary on the floor.


Jumping back up on the bed, she pretended to box him. "You will not move
me, she said, a second time."


Mary laughed at Luke's confusion.


Am I the master and he, slave?


Luke pushed and pulled and finally did move her. "I am just 90 fucking
pounds, Mr.., she giggled, but I ain't a weakling."


It was not just a case of winning or losing, stronger or weaker, but a
process. "I do not want a young man, Mary yelled at him. "Give me a strong
fucker, an old man with a wired dick."


May giggled when he tickled her.


"That's not fucken fair."


"Of course it is. All's fair, as it goes."


"OK, two can play that."


Luke didn't wait for Mary to attack him. Putting her in a half nelson, he
turned her, sucked her breast, and fingered her rudely. Forcing her bottoms
down over her ass. Unsnapping her bra. May let him handle her as she put
it. "You think you can do what you want."


"Sure."


"Try and fuck me"?


Luke lifted her left leg. Mary turned and wrenched her leg away twisting it
and losing her sneaker.


As he tried to pry open her from the right, Mary covered her left. Mary
froze, crossed her legs, and pushed her cunt into the mattress.


They struggled and Mary was winning until Luke pulled at her underpants
giving her a deep wedgie.


"No, that cuts. Stop, she said.


"Fuck you," he said. "You're the one who wanted this"


Wearing a short skirt Mary exposed her thong underwear to release the cut
of the cloth in her crotch and ass.


Running into the bathroom suddenly, Mary shouted "I have to pee."


Locking the door on him, he could hear her laugh. "I want to suck your pee
out of you," he shouted through the wood.


Mary emerged from the bathroom wearing soft flannel PJ's with clowns and
little girls in a subtle pattern to provoke childhood. Dressed this way,
she looked more and more like a little girl than a woman.


Her breasts were invisible, but Luke loved her. His eyes intent stoked her
tits that pushed through the flannel not really more than buttons.


"I want you Luke," she said. "I decided that when I took walked around the
motel yard. I was afraid that I could not love you, or that you would be
too old. You aren't. Finally, when I decided that I really wanted you for
keep, I decided to test you.


"I know I look like a child hungry for sex with a dirty old man, but so
what, you look like a dirty old man afraid your cock might not get hard."


Luke tired of the game, but loving the attention, pulled at the waist of
her pajamas. As they started to tear, as she resisted, pulling them sharply
out of his hand, he released them.


"Thank you," she said, "that would not have been fair to have them ripped
off."


Sitting propped against the headboard, Mary's knees drawn up, she smirked.
"You have not won yet, but you are getting closer."


Mary relaxed and split her legs. Her panties exposed, her hands clasped,
she rubbed the soft white cloth where the pubic hair darkened the fabric.
Mary's cunt swollen, wet, opened widened as she pulled him down to suck her
tits.


Captured, Luke unfolded her vulva and licking it, pushing the fabric back,
Mary collapsed, and pulled his head down.


Luke played with her soft pubic curls. He kissed her softly, but his
desire, obvious helped her toy with him.


Mary, quickly changing moods, kissed Luke, and they realized they both were
hungry. Mary held his hands to her cunt, and she swirled pulling her
underpants off, appreciating he places where Luke had opened and closed
their mutual sexual windows. Of course, they were at different places. Mary
wanted to do it all. She was not afraid. If he knew that she wanted to
become a pornographer, a pimp, a slut, a woman who fucks for pleasure and
profit, Luke would not have believed her. How can an 18-year-old woman
appear almost as a child?


Mary never tired of telling Luke how she loved soft kisses and hard cocks.
She prayed to be ravaged by six big dudes. You can watch, she told him.


"That is not all.  I am also an elegant porcelain doll.


Catching her with her guard down, Luke pretended he had to pee real badly.
When he got up to go the John he doubled back, and pulled the bottoms of
Mary's PJ's down over her ass exposing her cheeks.


"I love your pissant ass," he said. "I want that reverse English buzz of
fur between your legs that shows when you bend over. I dream of fucking
your ass before I do your cunt."


Mary laughed. "Catch me, you old fucken man"


Mary wrenched up her pants. When he tried to stop her, she bit his hand on
the knuckle. She drew blood. Full of it, Mary licked her lips and leaned in
to kiss him. "Taste our blood, you fucker," she said pushing her finger
down his chest and grabbing his cock when he tried to fondle her tits.


"You want these tiny fuckers," she said, flattening them with her hand. "I
can make them disappear."


Flashing her tits Mary could not believe how fucked up she felt. She loved
it. She wanted this man more now than on the telephone. She felt safe then,
but what is the good of being safe.


"I will wait you out, cunt, Luke pointed at Mary.


"Want it. Here's my cunt grabbing it with both her hands, she flashed it,
and then kicked away her underpants. Rubbing softly both sides of her
vulva, Mary mesmerized by the intensity of the sensations and
confrontation, followed his still movements. She didn't realize that Luke
has a profound ear for language, body language and loved to fuck with a
woman who had an attitude. He had a great one himself. He needed to know
what the fuck was going on. Perhaps she might tell him if he chipped away
at her hubris.


Mary tired of fucking around demanded that Luke do something.


Luke stared at her, brushed his day old beard with the back of his fingers,
and watched silently as her upset grew.


"This pisses me off. Do something. Respond Fucker."


Mary leaned twisting her back and spread her legs forward, splitting them.
Raising them, she opened her wet, glistening cunt and worked it.


"Here it is."


Luke didn't move. He smiled and refused to respond.


"What the fuck are you doing." Mary yelled as she fingered herself when
Luke intentionally turned his back.


Angry, Mary hit him in the head with a newspaper Mary was reading on spread
out on the bed.


Luke tired of the shit, turned her ass up, and said, "your ass will pay.
This is how I fuck up smart ass teasing bitches."


"Please hit me. I love it. I'm not afraid of your sorry shit," she said. I
want you to hit me so hard I see stars.


Mary screamed when he smacked her ass twice.


"Quiet," he said. "That fucken clerk will call the cops," Luke cautioned.


Mary pretended to scream louder. Quietly making faces, she mocked. Confused
on how or if she loved Luke, she was crazed by their play.


"You play younger than my friends at school."


Luke doubled over laughing rolled onto the bed, spreading his legs out, and
pulling open his fly.


"Now who the fuck is a cock tease," Mary sparked.


Shaking his sore hand after spanking her, Luke said. "Shit, I'll pee in my
pants."


"I don't fuck piss pots."


Getting up fast, Mary pulled her bottoms back up and rubbed her cheeks
where he had smacked. Exposing her bare cheeks to look at the pink hand
reflected in the flesh, Luke tenderly rubbed the welts that stained her
ass.


"I could hit you harder if that turned you on. I was not sure what you
could take."


"I like that too much. You are a bad man. My mother warned me. Beware men
who want women as little girls. I have one issue with that. I love playing
the little girl Barbie doll. What you don't know, or maybe you sense it,
that is only a mask. What do you think I really want, you fucker."


Brief Pleasures of Pain


Mary grabbed her pants pulling them back on. "No, not yet," she said. "Fuck
you too. I want to trick, and not be tricked."


Mary smiled cursing Luke. He laughed not sure if she were teasing. Tempted
to tell her she was cute when she ran her mouth, he figured that might piss
her off.


Luke didn't give up. He pulled her PJ's down dragging them catching them on
her toes.


The figures that decorated the pink flannel were crying not laughing now.
Mary had won for a moment and her pants were up. She pulled them up to her
chest daring him to try again. He did.


She pulled and he ripped them off again.


It was a tug of war that resembled sex. "Ah dear Sex,' he said. "It is a
glorious recreation."


Telling Mary this was a mistake. "Think I am playing," she hit him hard in
the ass. "Fuck No."


Mary reversed roles and pulled at his shorts down by the pockets until they
ripped.


Two can play this game.


"Shit," he said, "what the fuck will I wear out of here."


Laughing, they didn't stop until they had ripped off all their clothes.


Mary's bottoms tripped her up and she fell suddenly off the bed as she
bounced on it.


"Shit, we are making too much noise, Mary. He will call the cops."


"Let him. I am 18. Fuck him. I will do as I please."


Mary sat on the edge of the bed spying Luke. What will he do?


Slipping the bottoms on again, her nostrils flared. She had won. No, he
won. We won. All of the above seemed reasonable answers.


Nothing Luke had said mattered. He won her. She knew it. He could not
imagine living without her. She needed him for as long as he lived. She
would serve him.


Questions resolved Mary wet to the core smiled as she leaned into Luke who
pretended to be dejected sitting on the side of the double bed.


Mary laughed silently. Luke heard her.


Removing his ripped shorts, he sat sprawled in his underpants. He had a
hardon. Mary reached into his lap and pulled it out of the pee hole of his
pants. She did it easily and gently without his resistance.


Mary played with Luke's cock as he sat there falling backward. He told her
that she could not do it too long. He didn't want to come now. He wanted
her to come first.


"I like it that way," he said. Mary said, "tough" and continued to massage
his cock.


Luke pushed at her hand and she wanked him.


"You like it fast or slow," she asked.


"Slow," he said. "No faster. Now do it so I can watch you watch me come.


"You think I would miss the show," she smacked his dick down pressing into
her palm.


Mary decided to help him. Pulling her PJ bottoms down. The struggle over,
Mary wanted him to feel how wet she had become.


"Here," she said. Mary took his right hand and placed it fingers down into
the V of her crotch.


"Feel this babe," she said. "I am sopping."


Luke played with her pubic curls while she continued to rub him.


"God, it gets bigger as I do this," shaking it. "It's already hard. How do
you do that?"


"It's an illusion," Luke said. "The more you pull on it, the more your
desire grows. The more passion you feel, the larger my cock appears.


"Cold," she questioned?


"Well, I wouldn't want to burn your hand with my fucken allusion."


They laughed. Mary leaned back.


"I want to come," she said. "I don't have your issues. I can come fifty
times if I want."


"Really," he asked, "fifty?"


"Well, I think so," Mary helped Luke find the right spot on her clit.
"There," she said.


"Your gig lips hold my fingers like the wet and heat are glue," Luke said.


"Once I did it ten times with my mother's vibrator.


One afternoon I stayed home from school to read Lady Chatterley's Lover and
Lolita. I masturbated endlessly. It was a school project, but I got in
trouble when I included my masturbation story as part of the book report.
Well, not that kind of trouble. No, they didn't censor what I wrote. The
English teacher called me on the phone and asked for a date. He really did.
He didn't ask in so many words, but that is what he wanted. I told him
sure, come over. He never showed up. Chicken shit bastard. That was before
I knew you. He knew what I needed. He just didn't have the balls to fuck a
just 16 year old HS sophomore."


"I don't blame him," Luke added. "I wouldn't have come there."


"Yes, you would."


Didn't I wait until you were 18? Do you think I want to go to jail?


"You're wrong," she said. In New York the age of consent for sex is 17."


"I know. I seduced you. I seduced that English teacher. That was not all I
did. I used to rub against him when we talked after class. I would touch
his hands and grab at him when he smiled. He looked at my tits like you do.
I knew he wanted my little girl arms and legs wrapped around his waist."


Mary discarded her underpants into a small pile by the foot of the bed.
"Don't mind me," she said. "I am messy."


Just at that moment Luke came. Semen shot all over her hands and arms and
chest. One line caught her mouth. She licked at it quickly and surprised by
its taste, she ravenously swallowed every trace of come.


Before he could protest, she sucked his softening cock. He acted as if he
couldn't handle the pleasure. He tried to push her away, but she resisted.
Please, he said, don't stop as he continued to try and pull his cock out of
her mouth. Mary sucked it harder. Finally, done, his body still trembling,
Luke pulled Mary down and kissed her. "I love the taste of myself," he
said.


I don't love the taste, she said. I endure it. I love making it happen. I
love the energy released. I do your bidding Master.


That was the first time Mary used the word Master. Yes, she called him that
in email. She spoke it in the stories they shared, but this time, wearing
his collar, tasting his come, Mary submitted.


Luke came. They slept.





Waking first Luke opened Mary's legs and sucked at her cunt gently to wake
her. Her fingers played with his hair as she woke quickly.


"Please, don't stop," she said when he lifted up to kiss her. "I want to
come this way right now. I cannot stand not to come."


Luke resumed his gentle sucking of lips, ass, belly and inner thigh. He
teased at her clit barely touching it.


"Please, I showed you before, that spot, please lick it."


Luke pushed the hood of back and licked the left side of her clit barely
touching stroking it. He avoided the pea of its head. He looked at it and
blew his breath on it, and when he did that she pulled his head into her
whole sex and screamed again.


"I need to come," she trembled.


Luke sucked and when he felt her inner thighs tense, and her legs
strengthen. He sucked the whole of her cunt into his mouth while she came
screamed scratching his neck with her nails. Luke bled.


Luke didn't stop. He sucked as she had continued, and drew her into three
orgasms. By the last, she pushed him away, "no more, please, I will die."


Luke didn't stop. Never obedient, he drew circles on her inner thigh with
one hand, and with the other, he put his thumb inside her cunt to measure
the aftershocks rumbling for minutes after her clasp of his finger and
thumb by the throat of her insatiable cunt.


Chapter 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, and she rubs the head before earning
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.


Chapter Four
THE SHOWER:


Mary bounced up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. She didn't lock the
door. She turned on the shower.


While the temperature adjusted, Mary posed at the mirror. First she pushed
and manipulated her breasts. She'd watch them rebound when she pressed on
them.


The left one slightly larger than the right was about the same size as a
medium strawberry with a thick nipple. Mary pressed each nipple one and a
time. Her breasts disappeared.


Wetting them with her spit she rubbed them and tightly closed her eyes.
Mary believed you felt more with your eyes closed.


God, I want Luke to suck them, but before she called him in, she curved her
ass in the mirror.


God he hit my ass hard. Used the flat of his hand.


Mary had two red welts red welt outlined overlapping both cheek. Mary
squatted slightly to look at her pussy.


The lips were red and swollen. Had he hit her there?


Mary could not rub the pink stain away.


Fingering herself in the mirror, she looked between her legs to watch her
fingers shift her lips and manipulate the clefts.


Stroking she felt more. Getting into it, she forgot Luke in the other room.
She didn't care. Mary came hard.


Closing her eyes, the bathroom mirror reflecting what she could not see.
Mary's body sagged to one knee and she was breathing hard.


Pulling herself up by the commode, Mary sat there. God, I have to pee and
she let the long yellow stream hiss. Her urethra burned, but she liked the
discomfort. Luke once told her he wanted to suck her pee. Did he?


Cleaning herself, rubbed her lips, she moistened them with the pee. Taking
her hand to her mouth she tasted it. It had a sharp and salty taste and was
bitter. Wonder what it would taste like if I peed in my own mouth. That led
to another thought. God, I would love to suck my own cunt.


Running her middle finger through the dark brown pubic hair Mary parted it,
and crooked the finger inside. Licking her finger, she ruffled the hair
again. I know what he would like she said to herself mouthing the sentence
in the mirror, she pinched her clit, exposed the lips, pushing them back to
be more open.


Turning off the shower Mary filled the tub. Shit I need.


Opening the bathroom door, she realized it wasn't locked. Why do I need it
locked, and when she closed it, she left it open.


"Honey, I will be awhile. I want to take a bath. Hand me my bag, please."


She stood there, steam behind her, and Luke came to the door and handed
Mary her backpack.


"You want to watch?"


"I want anything you do Babe."


"I will call you. I have a surprise. Can't surprise you if you're watching.
I am leaving the door open so you can hear me splash"


Before sitting down in the tub, she lit three candles, putting the thickest
one, her play cock on the tub ledge. Turning the light off, the room
glowed.


As the tub filled, she poured almond scented bath oil into the water. Just
enough to make the room smell like she was swimming in an out door pool.
She also put two towels, a hand mirror, shaving soap and a razor on the
ledge of the tub. Mary got her bath ready. Preparation like ritual was
important.


Easing herself into the very hot water, sitting back, Mary washed her body,
and invaded every curve. She explored every orifice, putting fingers inside
while she leaned back and absorbed the heat. Fingering her ass, she raised
it so her legs were spread wide. Looking at the tuft of pubic hair, she
picked up the shaving soap, and brushed it in.


Shit, I can't do this now with the lights off. She got up fast and turned
the overhead light on.


Sitting down again, spreading herself out, she shaved her pubic hair very
carefully. Rinsing out the razor, she shaved all of it off. Using the
mirror she reached every hard to find spot. Mary wanted it bare. When she
was done, she rubbed it, and it felt smooth, no bristle. She knew he would
like it, and she would surprise him. Wait until he puts his hand down there
and feels, and the hair is gone. Careful, not to irritate her lips, Mary
satisfied it was as smooth as it could be put up the razor and rubbed her
lips getting into the sensation. God, I could come again, she realized.


Starting to get up out of the bath, Mary looked at her dry hair, and
realized she had forgotten to shampoo it. I better, and she sat back down.
Wash, rinse, and wash.


The tub had a shower attachment or water massage masturbation thingy, and
she used it to clean her hair.


Suddenly, the water shut off. Her eyes burned. What, she thought. Luke had
snuck into the bathroom and shut the water off right in the middle of the
rinse. Screaming, laughing she fought him.


"You didn't have enough, did you?" Mary smacked him, but she still couldn't
see.


It was a large tub, big enough for two. Luke had chosen the motel for its
extras: full length mirror, large beds, and double bath.


Luke turned the water back on and finished rinsing her hair. Instantly,
Mary clung to him and reached for his cock and balls.


Mary squeezed. He yelled. "That's pay back," she laughed.


Luke bent over wasn't really laughing. Mary realized she had squeezed too
hard, and kissed him, telling him he would be all right.


"Oh, that was rough," he sputtered.


"I just can't control myself sometimes, she replied, kissing his neck and
then massaging his nipple. When she reached down to touch his cock,
"careful," he said.


"Oh, I will."


"You will," he grabbed her wrist, and twisted her arm, and sucked her neck.


"I want to suck your blood."


"Please," she said.


"No, really, not pretend."


"Let me go and I will see what I can do."


Getting out of the bath, Mary raced to the mirror. Searching in her makeup
bag, she found a small razor with a replaceable blade. Starring into the
mirror she made a razor cut on the side of her neck, and the blood ran
down.


"Now, suck it," she said jumping back in the tub with him.


First, here, let me, and she cut his neck the same way.


The cuts were not deep but they bled. At first, it scared Mary. Maybe she
had cut too deep, but as he sucked the blood, and she his, his cock got
harder and she wanted him to come.


"I have never been this turned on," Mary whispered.


"Nor have I?"


"Really," Mary asked?


"With all the women you have known, you have never felt this good."


"No, and we haven't fucked."


"We will," she answered. It is my first time. I know that is hard to
believe that a girl reaches 18 technically a virgin, but I am. I have saved
it for you. Aren't I the old fashioned girl?


When Mary stood up, Luke noticed her saved pussy.


So that's the surprise, putting his hands on her cunt, and feeling the bare
lips. "I love it."


"Wait," she said, "I have to shave you. That way we will fit together.
Jeanne told me that if I shaved, I should make sure I do you."


"Really," Luke eyed the razor in her hands. Mary's eyes gleamed. She pushed
him back and slowly shaved it all off.


Mary and Luke relaxed in the tub. Kissing, soaping each other, exploring
every part of it.


Mary turned the lights off, put in a CD and they snuggled in the tub
turning on the whirlpool and feeling every pore open.


Luke was so hard. Mary played with him.


"I know you can't come so soon," she said, "but I like touching it. I want
one. How I would like to be exactly like I am and have a cock too. I would
never let go of it."


Massaging he cock with soap, Mary said. "I do not want to ever get out of
this tub."


"Our fingers will wrinkle," he said.


"Mine are. I am getting old like you."


"I am not wrinkled. Have not one."


Taking hold of his cock, she pulled it up exposing his balls, these are,
she said. You are very old and wrinkled. I love teasing you."


"Because I smack you back."


"No, because I can."


"Sit back and let me play."


Quickly, before he could protest, Mary pushed her index finger into Luke'
ass. He jumped.


"Whoa, I like that, she said.


"I do too. Deeper," he said.


While she fucked his ass, Mary played with her left nipple, pinching it.


"You do it," she said. "Hurt it."


"Fuck no, I am enjoying being serviced."


"I want to be sucked so badly. Bite it. Make it bleed. If I prick it with a
needle and it bleeds, would you"


"Yes, but now, we are all comfortable."


"Fuck Comfort. Be my vampire."


"Really?"


"Yes, I want to feel it deeply all the time. What do you know about pain?"


"I do. I like the way it leads to feeling good."


Mary splashed up out of the tub. When she wanted something, she got it. She
ran into the other room, and brought back some matches.


"Good, we should have sterilized it before."


Striking the match, she heated the pin, and quickly pushed it into her
nipple. Mary scowled in pain. Oh, I like that. Now you."


Jumping back in the tub, she didn't let him get of it, not that he tried,
and she pushed the same needle into him. Don't worry. I don't have AIDS."


Sucking his nipple, she sucked his blood as he sucked hers.


"I wish there were milk there, she said. I always wanted to nurse. I
watched the woman where I babysat nurse her daughter, and I tried it. When
she went out, I put the baby to my breast, and sprinkled some of the bottle
milk her mother had expressed before going out. The Baby really sucked hard
for a few minutes, and then got bored. I masturbated just after. I came so
hard. I did lots of things that were bad. I will tell you them someday."


"Oh, you are so bad, Mary"?


Mary smacked him and settled into his arms.


"We should get out of the tub."


"No, she said, and turned the hot water on again."


"I want to suck you off first."


Stoking his cock Mary played with the head running her fingernail into his
pee hole.


"I would love to see you pee."


"How did you know I needed to go."


"Do it here in the tub. Show me."


"You have to let go, and let me get soft. Right now I have a piss hardon,
but I need to let it go."


"OK, but I want to kiss you."


"No, if you want me to pee, you have to let it alone."


She waited. He tried, but couldn't at first, and then suddenly without
losing his full erection he peed shooting it on to her belly and breasts.
Leaning over, she watched him turn the water yellow."


Just as he stopped, Mary leaned over and sucked him. Tasting the pee, she
started to spit it out, but stopped when she felt one last hot spurt. Mary
decided she liked it. It was a dark taste, and she knew he wanted her to do
that, as she expected him to let her pee on his face as he had described
many times in their phone sex calls and online in cyber. Mary wanted it
all. Nothing would stop her.


Sucking his cock, she took it in deeper.


"I don't know if I can come again," he said.


Mary gurgled and laughed. "Don't make me talk."


Luke pushed at Mary's head. He felt her ears, her tits, and her cunt while
she sucked him harder, putting her fingers in his ass again; she was
surprised that his ass took all three. She fucked him, and he moaned,
turning his head left and right, swaying with her mouth taking him deeper
and deeper, as she almost choked, he massaged her throat, and she relaxed
and wanted him to come.


Mary refused to stop. Her eyes flared. She was intent on making him come.
Playing with his balls, fingering him, she sucked and he played with her
left nipple.


"If I could come like this, Mary said, sucking you."


At that moment, it happened and he filled her mouth and the come dripped
out on to her tits. Mary smeared it on her face licking her fingers.
Shaking, she quickly rubbed her cunt, and she came too, shaking, falling on
him.


Mary never stopped sucking. She kept at it as he pushed at her to stop, and
like before refused to release him. Nothing would stop her.


Luke stood up pushing Mary off his lap. He turned on the shower and pulled
the plug in the bath. Washing her, washing him, Mary was shaking with her
last orgasm refused to let go of his cock as he pushed her down again, and
fucked her mouth with his soft cock pushing it like an elastic band through
her slippery lips. They were possessed.





Interlude





"I remember this perfect blow job. The semen ran down my hands on my tits,
and I was lost in the taste of his skin. I was very young. He was not much
older. When he came I tied to capture it. It was like a fountain. It scared
me, but my heart trembling, I sucked it into my lips, and kissed him back.
He was happy, shaking too."


Mary told Luke how she loved to hold a hot cock in her hands. Sitting on
the bed wrapped in towels, they kissed.


We will just kiss, Luke said. There's nothing else for thirty minutes. I am
watching the clock. OK? I will not touch anything but your face and mouth
with my hands. Our bodies can touch in any way we can create.





Part V. Kissing and a great Ass fuck


MARY MARY MOTHER OF SEX


Small beautiful Mary at five feet two and less than a hundred pounds sat on
Luke' lap kissing his face.


Can I touch your cock now?


No, just kiss. We have ten more minutes


Mary curved her body into Luke, and he curled into her rubbing his knees
against her cunt, pushing his elbows into her tits, and feeling her ass
with his mouth, kissing the cheeks.


The towels were lose and thrown in the corner thirty seconds after the
first kiss. Mary touched her lips to Luke's hands and sucked his fingers.


"You said my mouth could do anything."


Kissing his hands she reached below with her mouth and sucked his cock
hard.


"No cock sucking," Luke said. I guess I have to modify the rules.


"No cunt licking either."


Mary reached up to Luke and kissed his lips, his neck, his hair, his
cheeks, his ears, his tongue, his nose, his inner ear, and finally, the
back of his head and drawing her mouth down his spine, she felt him kiss
her nipples.


"No tit sucking either."


Mary laughed at her strong voice. "You think I am powerful."


Luke kissed Mary's shoulder, and before she could push him away, saying,
"remember your rules," Luke sucked her left nipple so hard she imagined it
was lost in deep space. It felt good to be caressed and kissed, but her
cunt was wet, and this game still had five minutes to play.


Frustrated Mary pushed her head into Luke's crotch, pushing her face
against his cock, feeling the hard rope of it against the bones of her
cheeks. Every motion she registered, he reciprocated. She felt as if they
were pushing the skin off their bodies.


Mary wanted Luke to give in before the time. I will make him, and as she
ground her face into his cock, she reached up to his balls, grabbing them,
not to caress them, but to squeeze them hard. If I hurt him, he will stop,
and do what I need.


Holding his balls, Luke shot up, and his back straight. He could not
respond. She held him so tight, his body racked with pain, obeyed Mary.


"Why he whispered in a tenth of his voice."


I hate games, and pushing him down, releasing his balls, she bend down and
held his cock while she sucked it. Luke came quickly, too quickly, gushing
without end. Mary caught Luke and made him surrender. Quickly climbing on
top of him, she fucked him using her ass, letting his cock dress her bowels
and pushing deep into her small space between the muscles, coming against
him grunting like a beast.


"I want your horse cock, she whispered as he pushed into her ass. I once
sucked a dog and a horse, Mary said. I was at my Uncle's farm. He had just
fucked his wife. I could hear them. I saw the small horse, a pony really,
and his cock was out, so I grabbed it. He came so hard. I could not stop
myself from tasting it. It was foul and sour, but I liked the idea of being
a beast."


Mary's bare nipples shone against the translucent light that fed the motel
room where Mary's ass filled by Luke hurt but not beyond capacity. Mary
knew she could endure anything.


"Your tits look like nipples attached to a tiny strawberry," Luke told her
in the moments just after he sucked them that first time earlier in the
day.


Mary's graceful arms, slender body, small hips and incredibly fat and full
cunt radiated sex and the heat, her desire made Mary want to be a raw slut
for Luke. I will do anything he asks.


Mary felt her shaved cunt lips, and leaned into Luke. "Am I your little ten
year old girl, Luke? Am I? Do you see that I could be? I want to be that
weak child under the thrust of your dark cock. I want to be that child
inside your woman, and I will direct it. There is balance here," she said
rising up and down on his cock. Her ass was open now, and she could feel
him just ready to come. His legs tightened as hers and she reached between
her legs and rubbed her clit forcing her come.


"I want to come exactly when you do."


Luke did not respond. His cock pushed faster, harder, and just as he came,
just before in that instant, he turned her over, climbed upon her ass and
fucked her ass deeply completely, and Mary not releasing her clit, grabbed
it, and screamed again coming into his mouth, while he filled her ass with
his offering.


Afterwards Mary played with his cock. She ran her thumb down the underside
and felt where his balls connected to his ass. She pulled off the last
remaining singular hairs on his balls.


"I thought I shaved them all, shit," Mary laughed and rolled next to him,
feeling his cock and trying to keep him hard.


Mary kissed Luke suddenly pushing him back on his back so his legs bent
under him, and he was trapped by his own weight.


Kissing him harder and harder, she pushed her fingers inside her cunt. "I
want you to fuck me. No bullshit. You will do it in one hour. I will give
you that long to get hard again."


Luke refused to speak. He accepted Mary's announcements. Her schedule was
his and he could feel inside his cock the anticipation of her virgin cunt
quiet stretched to be sure, but still virgin.


"Fuck, how can you resist this."


Mary rolled on her back put her legs out, and opened her cunt for him. Come
and fuck me. I am here."


Luke cupped her cunt, rubbing the lips, inserting his fingers.


"Let me get the cold cream," he said finally speaking


Rubbing it on her shaved cunt, he opened her, letting his fingers push
inside one at a time.


Soon I will not only fuck you but also fist you as three fingers fucked
Mary, and she groaned. "Please," she begged. "Fuck me you bastard."


Luke continued to fist her with his fingers; stretching her cunt, opening
it further, and Mary grew desperate. "I want your cock not your hand."


"You will do what I need," Luke kissed Mary's neck and tried to suck some
more blood from the healing scratches he had cut there earlier.


Pulling Mary up by her hands she became a doll. You are my Barbie, he said.
I want a funky hippy Barbie. I want a girl from Brooklyn who loves cock
more than breathing. I want you to worship me before I fuck you. Do you get
that?


Mary shivered, almost in fear, but her smile, barely visible masked her
fear. Mary told Luke later. "I was afraid. I like it. I wanted you to hurt
me and I want to fear you, because I know when it comes down to it, you
will not damage my body beyond tender scratches that a vampire drives into
the throat of his and her lovers."


"We will see Luke answered her as he used a razor to cut her wrist to make
it really bleed. "I am careful. Do not worry. I will not cut anything
important, and Mary bled on him. The blood pooled in his hand and as he
predicted stopped. Mary held her arms up and the blood ran down her sides
and on to her thighs.


"You are a ghoul," she said. "Your turn."


Cutting his wrist, he helped her, showed her the safe place, and when he
bled she sucked it all into her mouth.


Rubbing his hands against her ass, tits, cunt Mary shook and could not
contain the sobs, the screams, the shaking or the unconsciousness that
caught her as she fell into him, almost dead, shifting her life into his,
being reborn in his skin. Of course, she was, but she also existed outside,
and that was what made their pleasure and relationship perfect. She was
beyond control, and when she came her body rocked for at least five
minutes.


"I wasn't touching myself. Neither were you," Mary bit Luke's ear and
described the devastation of that last orgasm.


"I love you Luke," she said. I never want to leave you. I want to be
attached to you."


"I am your slave, but as I am one, you are my slave. No, I cannot make you
act in any way you do not wish. I am not you. I do not have that power, but
I will alter what you feel, and I will have your child, and I will bury you
someday, and then take a lover on top of your grave once a year to
celebrate our first fuck.


End of Part V.





Mary was eighteen but looked thirteen. Luke saw her as woman. He loved the
delicate breasts, and wanted to be the first cock inside her. He wondered
about that at times. When they wrote, spoke on the phone for ten months
before they met, he encouraged her adventures. He realized that he was
safe, and would not intrude in her life unless she demanded it. He wanted
her whole, normal. He saw her not as a daughter but a beautiful woman with
a great mind. The beauty and accident of her petite body and his attraction
was part of the fury of the universe. No one would understand it. Mary
sometimes wondered why she liked this distant and in the same moment
intimate relationship. Luke was surprised when she refused to fuck several
men and boys over the ten months. At times he found it hard to resist the
temptation to just make it happen sooner, but he believed there was a
reason for his promise not to meet her until her eighteenth birthday. He
knew that he might not be that first man inside her, but he knew he was the
first mind in her cunt, and he felt her orgasm when he dreamed. Standing
back watching her now, as she spread her legs, played with her cunt,
fondled her breasts, whispered and begged for him to fuck her, he was glad
he waited. He wondered had she been truthful about being a virgin, but he
knew she had. Why should she lie? She could fuck many but worshipped and
adored him. She could not say the word love, but she felt it. It is hard to
love she said when you have never touched the person, but then she said, I
have touched you, and I did feel your cock inside me when I dreamed, and I
knew that as your succubus I was inside your belly with mine, and I would
worship and obey you, and you would care for me, take care of my wanting.
It was a perfect relationship, but as they watched the other, and as Mary
begged Luke to fuck her, she would fuck him today. He would fuck her or she
would fuck him.


"I am determined that today is the last day of my technical virginity."
Joss said it plainly looking straight into his eyes and holding his hand to
her chest, spreading his fingers on to both of her breasts, feeling his
mouth, as it would suck her tits while he fucked her.


"I am so open, wide, spread apart, there is only a fragment of the hymen
there. I know that, but I can feel you drive into my bones every night when
I come in your ear. I want you Luke, and I want you to accept that I am
you, as you are my own physical self spread upon the bed watching the clock
turn as I feel that cock open inside me like a great flower, and I, taken
am possessed and I will not beg any longer. If you do not fuck me in the
next few minutes, it may never happen. I know I cannot threaten you with
ultimatums. They are absurd, and yet I want that cock, and I cannot
understand why and how you can resist that impulse to take my body as your
own. I am your slave my lover, my dear man, my Sean, I am yours and
perpetual.


Hearing Mary, listening hard to her desire, Luke feel to his knees at the
foot of the bed and prayed to her. She pulled him up again next to her
insisting that she be the one to supplicate her to him.


Luke kissed her feet drawled up to her cunt. He seized the ball of her foot
and massaged it.


"No more delay," she spoke with authority. "Fuck me. Put that cock inside
my cunt. I do not want your fingers, your mouth, your feet or any other
part until your cock is inside my cunt. No, I will not accept it in my ass;
so do not miss, not that you could. Do you think I would let you miss that
hole that I want so much to be threaded by your dick?


Luke smiled and did not move to fuck her. He traced her name on her arms,
on her breasts. He smiled at her and did not reciprocate her frustration.
Mary was trembling as he touched her, and tried to push his fingers off
her, but Luke put them back, caressing her, making her laugh from the
tickle, and when she turned on her back, he traced her belly, her navel, he
kissed her nipples, her thighs, he did everything she had commanded him not
to do. He was intentionally disobedient. He did what he would never have
allowed her to do. He refused her directions, and he ignored her request.
He teased her with a cruel pain that he felt in her cunt when he fingered
her. As she tried to push his hands away, she would in the same instant
push them inside her deeper.


As he laughed, kissed, stoked Mary realized that he had a plan, and she
understood it, loved it, and at the same time hated it.


He would fuck her. How could he not? How could he drive her home or to his
place tonight and not first fuck her. That would make him a liar, and she
knew that he lied to her only once. When he told her his age online, that
first day, he lied, but then sent her the means to know him, his age, and
to understand the complicated psychological pressures that burned both
their wills. Luke loved her. She knew that. He did and he never expected
they would have the usual man woman married relationship, but lately that
is what she wanted.


"I want him for as long as he lives. I don't care, she told her best friend
last week when they were both drinking too much wine anticipating Mary's
birthday.


As Luke touched Mary carefully finding her crease, her center, the sweet
core, he satisfied his desire to draw on her body his desire in the imagery
of his poems, his stories and then in the tactile tease of his fingers
along the ledge of her personality. He wanted her to be lost not just in
him, but in her own forest. He wanted her desire to be mad and profound and
a map to that impossible core that is stretched when you finally realize
the perfect model for satisfaction. He wanted her too more than come. He
wanted to come as her as she came as him. He wanted their mental union to
be that essential virtual fuck that became actual in the deep sweat and
impossible mercy of watching a woman come in your arms. There is beauty in
that gift. There is a spiritual resolve that falls down from the mouth when
you kiss so hard and soft in the same motion that you are bound together in
the suture of your lips, in the greed of tongue fighting to fuck the other
mouth faster.


Hugging her breast with his chin, he felt her mouth, opening it, rubbing
her teeth, and telling her to bite hard on his fingers. When she did he
pulled back, pleased and bit her neck and sucked the salt from her sweat
beading on her shoulder blades, throat and the gap between her tits.


He told her again and again how he loved her flat tits, how he wanted to
reach where she began.  He loved her as a girl, woman and life force that
entered him as he would fuck her, but not today.


Luke lied and Mary's alarm was spectacular. He beat at him, screaming,
cursing. She was angry and he held her down, refusing to let her up. He did
not hurt her. He restrained and captured her outrage. He told her I want
you to know that I have this power to refuse. I can. You can. We both can
choose to wait, and keep this tension alive for a long-long time, and when
you do come with my cock inside you, you will rise up levitate from this
bed and become our own God dear sweet Mary Mary Mother of Sex.


Luke did not laugh at her upset. He did not mock her but treated every word
as sacred. He listened and spoke refusing to accept any argument she
answered to his. We cannot wait. I will die, she told him, beating at his
arms, hitting him great punches, trying to dent his arms.


Grabbing him, she moved him, as he didn't resist on top of her. She pushed
his softened cock against her sex, and frustrated she squeezed his dick
thinking to hurt him into fucking her, but he took the pain, and she
stopped, finding nothing to move him, she collapsed.


Leaning against her, he spoke.


"Have you stop trying to make me do your will," he said.


"Yes. Please fuck me."


"No, not today."


"Do it now or fucken never."


"OK, never," he sighed.


Pulling her mouth to his, he kissed her and Mary responded against her
will. He kissed and they groaned. Reaching for his now hardening cock, she
massaged it softly, put her cheek next to it, and let it roll over her
face, feeling his pre-come wet the bare edge of her lips as they opened to
suck it for just a second.


"Fuck me," she screamed louder.


"No," he whispered, making his voice almost inaudible.


"Stop this tease. I will die. I will not live unless you. I will cut my
throat. I will bleed on your thighs, and I will murder our children that
would be born if you do it right now. I know I will be pregnant. I dreamed
it last night. I want it so badly. I want your life and mine to have a
common space, do you feel that, yes," she said, collapsing his hand into
hers she beat to the time of his heart as his pulse and hers found a single
strand of sound to shock as light does in the morning when the sun first
rises on the edges of rivers. "We will be green today as sky, she said, if
you do this, and you will if you honor my life as you claim."


Without warning Luke picked Mary up and carried her to the window. Sitting
her on his lap he pulled up the shade. "See that light out there, at the
edge of the pasture, that is where I will fuck you, but later when you have
shown me your trust."


Luke rocked Mary as he held her. Compliant, perhaps resigned to his choice,
she rested her head on his arms and feeling his neck, she traced the marks
she had cut. Healing, they were a dried line of red. She sucked the dried
blood onto the tip of her tongue. He swallowed as she kissed him as
tenderly as a child.


Rocking her, singing to her, he kissed her deeply and with passion, and now
biting her lips as she bit him, they drew blood.


Luke stopped. He held Mary as tight as a human being could crush another
without harming them.


"Fuck me," or I will bite again and rip your lip open."


"No."


"Yes, please."


Today or maybe never."


Mary was more scared than angry but she screamed at him beating his
furiously on his face and shoulders. Luke did nothing. He took every blow
and smiled. "This will not make me hard. I will not fuck you because you
demand it."


"How about this he said. Give me your ass again."


Luke forced her down by her belly. I will rape your ass Miss, he screamed.
Spitting on his palm, he rubbed his cock wet. Rock hard he pushed it into
her crack twisting her so she could not resist. "I will not rape you. Do I
have permission to fuck your ass."


"Yes, anything. I want it all. Anything. I am completely without resistance
and you know it."


Luke entered Mary with one long stroke and she screamed her sphincter
pushing back to repel him, but then she relaxed. Mary found a way to allow
it, hoping to satisfy her compulsion to be penetrated at that moment and
without any resistance. She stopped fighting him and groaned as he moved
into her.  Every push of his ass crushed her legs under them. Close to the
bed, her face obscured by a pillow, Mary could barely speak, but did.
Grasping for breath, Luke pushed again and again entering her as far back
as he could, finding the right angle every inch of his seven inch two and
three quarter inch cock had penetrated her bowels.


Mary came on his down stroke. He held back, pulling back, stopping for a
second gaining control so he did not come. Sensing that he might, Mary
pleaded.


"Please do not come." You will not be able to fuck me later."


"I will not fuck you today Luke laughed insisting on keeping his word to
himself."


"Why do you insist on raping me? It's too dry. It hurts like hell. Stop,"
Mary cried into the bed."


Luke stopped. He rested inside her and then pulled out.


"Is that what you wanted. You came. How could I rape you? You are lying
now. Don't do that. I need to trust you."


"No, why did you stop? Please. No. You are fucking with my head. Stop this
shit and fuck me."


"You said No, so I stopped."


I want yes. I want you to fuck my cunt not my ass. Fuck me. You are not
raping me. I want to rape you. I want to fuck your ass with a huge dildo
and I will.


Luke laughed as Mary massaged her ass looking at how her asshole was
distended.


"I loved that. God, I loved it," she said.


"I want you Mary. I will fuck you.


"Why now. What did I say? Please tell me."


"I didn't say I would do it today."


"Fuck you."


Sitting next to her, his cock hard, covered with brown stains, he ordered
her to suck it.


"No, it's got shit all over it. Suck it and I promise to fuck you."


"You manipulative bastard," Mary hit him hard again in the chest.


He hit her back on her ass, smacking it hard, and then picking up his belt
and slapping her cunt between the legs.


Mary grabbed for the belt and he let it go. She beat him with it. She beat
him until her whole body shook. Luke let her, opening his legs, wanting to
be hurt, humiliated as that was his desire, and not hers. He wanted her to
know there was no control he would let go.


Mary beat him made welts appear, and finally crying, she stopped,
collapses, her body fallen in.


"I came beating you. It was small, but I came. It was wonderful, and she
rolled on her back, and said, now will you cut the shit and fuck me."


"I want you to suck it clean."


"You are a perverted piece of shit," Mary smiled, and she leaned over and
sucked it. Just don't come. I want you to come inside me. Please.


As she sucked, he played with her hair, her neck, and then to strike at him
she moved up and kissed him, running her lips inside his, and telling him
he was a shit-eating bastard like her.


"OK, as she settled back, cleaning her hands, her fingers, sucking them
into her mouth, as she caught her breath, Luke told her he would fuck her
if she would promise one thing.


"What?"


"Promise me no matter what that you will fuck me every year twice. You will
find me and we will make love.


"That is easy," she said. "I plan on never letting you out of my sight."


"That is what you say now. Time changes things."


Promise and repeat this. Once a year you will fuck (not a quickie) me twice
a year. Dates will be my choice. One night will be the anniversary of our
first times today. The other will be when either of us needs the other. I
know you will have other men in your life. You have them now. This may be
impossible for you to manage. Do not promise this if you think you cannot.
I promise to be your friend no matter what."


"You are fucked," she said, laughing.


"Did you not hear what I said, you must promise."


"I promise. I never plan to let you go. What makes you think I am so weak
and so incapable of love? You insult me."


"No, I am a realist."


"No, you are a miserable shit, but I cannot stop what I feel, and Ok, yes,
I promise fully aware of the control you impose on my life. You know I
understand this dynamic. You know I want to be your possession, so why do
you hurt with this charade."


"I know time changes all things."


"Not me."


"I want your soul, Mary. Do I own it?"


"Yes."


We will rest and then later I promise to fuck you. No kidding. I want you
to rest now against my body. You will do everything I say without question.
Do you agree?


"Yes."





End Part VI.





Sex Realized Part VII





Luke rested. Mary clung to him. She chewed his ear. He woke slowly. Mary
closed her eyes. Luke touched Mary's right then left nipple softly pushing
her breasts easily rolling the slight puff of her tits against his palm.


Luke wondered what she would look like dancing at a strip bar, doing lap
dances. He wanted to see her pour sex out of her body onto other men and
women. He wanted her to bleed sex and pleasure with him so he could dream
with her as she reached back and felt his mind jostle her into art. Yes, he
wanted the art of them. He wanted her to sway on the stage, riding the bar,
slipping her legs around it, and having many men pump her g-string that did
not cover anything with tens and twenties. He would help her spend it. He
would be her pimp, Luke imagined all of this, but really didn't want to
actually share Mary. It was his fantasy, but he also knew that if the
chance were there, if that were a reasonable choice, and Mary was willing,
and he could protect her, he would watch her fuck the whole world as the
Mother of Sex.


Luke obsessed with the idea of Mary wanted her to be his God, and as God
she would shift the light, the plates of the earth. She would be more than
the story. All of this would happen as if the story were prophecy.


Luke traced the lines of her ribs to her spine letting each of her muscles
hold her closer to him as he would soon invade her.


As he rolled his fingers from left to right, up to down, as he traced her
name and his as a spit tattoo on her breasts, making the nipples wet,
pointing them, and then sucking them while he rubbed his tongue against the
tender pink ring, touched the inside of her left then her right thigh.


As he stroked she clasped his hands, bringing them to her mouth, folding
them under her chin, and then pushing them down, trapping them between her
legs. When he felt the heat of her cunt, he invaded it with his fingers,
scratching gently against the thick lips, the smooth skin until her back
arched and she turned and wiggled against him wrapping her left leg over
his right leg. Luke was trapped.


The motion of their hands slow and delicate played as a dance. There is
music in skin, in the breathless trace of fingers over and over the same
roadmaps.


Outside, Luke imagined they rode a train. Sitting in their private car,
they fucked as the landscaped outside their window rolled. It was 1877, and
Mary was pregnant. They were on their way to Bristol on Holiday. Mary was
the last of the Stuart Queens. No one knew this. It had been written in
genealogical charts recently discovered at St. James Palace. Luke imagined
Mary as his queen as he kissed every inch of her cunt, wetting it, getting
it ready for his cock that was stiff, hard and poised to push inside
easily.


Watching Mary sleep (she was not pretending) he opened her lips more,
parted her pubic hair, and there inside was the ring of her hymen broken
but still in place. He touched it. Pushed inside it, and Mary stirred
taking hold of his wrist pushing it back when he tried to move away.


Playing with her lips, with the hood, pushing it open, and then rubbing the
sides of her clit, finding that groove, he pushed the whole of her clit
from left to right with a gentle pressure that made Mary groan and shift
her legs faster from left to right, and then pulling her knees up she
opened her cunt, spreading them, and opening her legs, she made herself
ready.


Taking hold of his left hand, she refused to let it go. Mary trapped it
between her legs, slapping the back of his wrist with the slap of her legs.
Playing with him now, she teased, making it hard for him to get into
position to fuck her. Mary moved against him, but kept him there trapped,
and touching his cock, she kept him hard, while he humped against her leg.
He would not dare come. Mary knew that, but she thought of that miserable
end just the same. He is a horrible tease. I love him just the same; Mary
spoke her mind inside as she felt her body react to his touching. It was
her fire. It was his heat. It was her desire to be held, taken and
possessed simply as an object of his lust. She wanted to serve. She knew
that was not politically correct. She knew that he respected women, and
wanted them to have the same chances, but he also wanted them to possess
him. In so doing they would have no boundaries. There would be no distance
between ocean and mountain. One would set in the other and the shoreline
and the skyline would merge.


Crossing her legs on his wrist, she refused to let it go. He could not
escape. Mary laughed and stroked her clit showing him how she loved it.
Teaching him as he requested her body. Following her fingers with his, Mary
wondered when he would finally fuck her. God, I need to pee, but she
repressed it. I need to come more with his dick inside. I need to be
prodded and seized by his thick rope of a dick.


Excited, Mary extended her back. Arching, she stroked his cock. She kissed
him several times. She kissed him fast, hard and quickly repeating it, not
letting herself stop, or stopping him. She was ravenous for every kiss, for
the taste of his mouth, and she wanted the taste of his semen. Mary
imagined fingering her cunt after he came. She would lick it out. Scoop it
out. She would revel in the nasty aroma and the pungent sticky mass as it
melted on her tongue like the Eucharist.


Rushing at his cock, molding her mouth to it, she felt him move on top of
her, but she wanted to be on top of him, so they rolled together laughing
finding the right fit of their bodies.


The more she sucked his cock, the softer Luke caressed her hair, her skin
Holding his cock up, Mary lifted the head, and let it bounce, smiling as
she owned his cock. Flicking at the head of it, Mary rested on his belly
feeling his cock hard under her, she needed to have it split her.


Luke breathed her skin and his back straightened. He moved side to side and
her pace quickened. Holding his cock tighter, Mary took it deeper into her
head. One of her nails caught the head of the cock. Luke jumped but
laughed, telling her to scratch claw and bite when they fucked.


Seized by a contraction, an almost come, anticipating his cock, Mary felt
the head of his cock and pressed her nails into the glan.


Luke jumped. She laughed. Mary wanted to hurt him a little for being such a
fucken tease, but she didn't want to do anything to stop him.


He felt for her legs, opened her wider as she sat on him, and taking his
cock with him, she pressed it against her cunt and it opened slowly, eating
the head, sliding down, Mary's face lit high and her eyes closed and she
stopped breathing catching her breath waiting for his cock to rupture her
hymen. When it did, she jumped. Her body leaped. She felt him deep inside
and sliding down it she could not believe how deep it drove and she was
taken.


Mary didn't move. Luke didn't. They stayed as one sex for at least four or
five minutes. Mary watched his face. She watched his eyes as they explored
what she felt. Mary gave up her feelings. She opened every page of her
book.


With one deep push Luke penetrated Mary. That was it. Done. What happened
before was much more important that the act itself, but for Mary having it
over, having it done with someone she truly like meant that the memory
would not tarnish.


As they fucked, she pushed harder down on him. He sucked her nipples and
she leaned down and licked his, biting them, as he ground into her cunt.
She moved slightly encircling his cock with her rounding cunt, as she
pushed down, he pushed up, and their pubic bones banged against the other
rubbing her clit, and making his cock flatten against the back of her cunt.
Mary closed her eyes and hyperventilated while they fucked. She could not
believe how she loved the slight pain and felt so full and completely held.
It was like his cock was holding her as she swallowed it. His cock
surrounded by all of her body fucked him. She possessed him. There was no
other way to explain the connection. He was her God. She was his
deliverance.


Five, ten strokes more, and Mary cried while she bled. She could feel the
heat of her cunt sore now, as she refused to stop until he came and she
swallowed it all. Mary didn't worry about her orgasm this time. Not what I
want. I want to be fucked. I want to be held. I want to be owned. I know I
can come. That will happen too, but I want his cock inside me driving me to
the edge of distraction. It is there now, and I will never let the fucker
go so help me.


Ten more strokes and Luke rested propped up on his fore arms now, having
turned to fuck Mary from the top. Her legs wrapped around him. He was
amazed how smoothly they shifted positions. They did it like they had been
fucking for years.


As Luke stretched Mary, as she rotated her ass, as he screwed inside
rotating his cock, every movement made Mary moan. Sometimes she would cry
and other times she would moan vacillating between pleasure and brief pain.


Finally, Luke came. He let it go. She filled. She screamed. He held her
head tight in his arms, and she let the flood diffuse inside and she felt
her heart skip several times. Catching her breath, scared, she felt her
pulse, and glad she was living, Luke rested on his side, and she felt him
touch her cunt, rubbing her clit as she had taught him. Mary knew she would
come quickly. This time, it would be a cyclone of pleasure opened and
caught in the mind and the body by the black sex of the spirit. Beautiful
demons drove Mary and Luke as it wills us all.


Without moving, he softened. As the soft skin wet not with come responded
to the salt, Mary reached down and took some and rubbed it first on her
tits and then her mouth. She tasted him. He tasted her. She watched his
body flinch and then she felt the first of five after shocks that drove
into her mind and seized her will forcing her to squeeze his cock and to
want to not stop fucking.


"Am I pregnant she asked him?"


"Is that what you want?"


"No, not now."


"I didn't ask you to use a rubber because I didn't want to be empty. It was
worth the risk this time. I will not abort it if I am pregnant, so never
ask me to do that. "


"Of course, I wouldn't"


Turning closer into him, feeling that intimacy, she kissed the hairs on his
arms. He bent over her and kissed where the semen ran down the inside of
her legs.


"Suck it," she said. "Bring it back to me."


Luke kissed Mary gently, he felt her cunt open, reached it, felt the sore
lips, and traced the red bloodstain on her thighs. Luke kissed the blood
and licked it. He reached in and sucked her bloody cunt. He possessed her
pleasure and then sucked her clit until she came hard, fast almost
instantly when he bit gently her pubes and then suckled hard that knot of
her clit making it disappear between his teeth and she gasped and shook and
was absolutely his forever.


Moving him, moving like a dark cloud wet as waves, Mary climbed Luke's
back.


"I want to come again and again," she said. "Fucken help me."


Rubbing the knobs of his spine while he sucked her and licked and teased
and swallowed her blood and his semen.


Later that night when they both slept, he woke. He felt her body shiver.
She drove hot into steam, became the succubus, and refused to leave. He
could hear her body growl and he felt the lurch when her body rising by its
own force conceived a child. This Girl would be a Mary Mary Mother of Sex,
Mary laughed. I thought I was that child. Perhaps I am. I am your daughter
too. We are all one egg and one string of semen wound into the grooves of
our loins. Mary raised invisible. Luke caught the air, and joined her.


Mary woke from the dream in the morning. Luke slept next to her. I better
call my mother. She will think I was kidnapped.


Quickly, she reached for Luke. Holding his cock to her mouth, she sucked it
again. "I want you all over again. I can dance now as sex. I am no longer a
virgin."





Driving back to the city that next morning Mary rested her head on Luke's
arms, holding them. "I have you now," she said. "No one will take you
 away."


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