Message-ID: <37538asstr$1027681802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Luke" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Jul 2002 02:36:35.0644 (UTC) FILETIME=[42BA7FC0:01C2344D] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 22:36:31 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Mary Mary Mother of Sex D/s Mf Slow Parts 1 and 2 of 7 Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 07:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Mary Mary Mother of Sex MARY AND LUKE: ADVENTURE IN VIRTUAL REALITY D/s (C) 2002 Sean Luke Marshall Part I. 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 when she came or 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. 2. 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 alone. She promised to return. When she did she told Luke she wanted him as she had imagined him. She planned to resist him, to see if he could fight to have her. Mary sitting on the bed, one leg curled under, reached up to kiss Luke and as she felt his hands on her breasts, his tongue in her mouth and then her lips biting his, she stiffened suddenly. Luke fought back. He lifted her ass off the bed. She tightened her hold on the soft bedding freezing her body to the form of the mattress. She clung to the cheap spread. She would not let him move her, lift her or have his way with her. She told him to fight for her. She told him this is not rape, but I want you to win me. Mary laughed when he perplexed saw the power and vulnerability of ten months of conversations shift without chance of recall. She was now the master and he the slave. He told her that, and she said, no, I am the slave but you will show me your strength was as I imagined. As they struggled, Luke pushed and pulled and did move her, and she did resist harder. She laughed not at him but at the effort they applied to seduction and being conquered. It was not a case of winning or losing, stronger or weaker, but a process to find desire. I want a young man inside. I do not care about your older face and softer outside. I want you to seizeme. As they wrestled May giggled when he tickled her. She sighed when he sucked her breast after forcing her top up, and unsnapping the bra. May let him do this. She let him win some just to keep it interesting, but she would not give up her cunt to him unless he could persuade her he was the same man she knew on the Internet and the phone. Luke lifted her left leg. Mary turned. When he tried to pry open her right side, she covered her left side. Mary clung to the bed, and pushed her cunt into the mattress so he could not caress her too easily. Once when he rested she moved slowly and teased him with a glimpse of her panties. Wearing a short skirt, she exposed her thong underwear and laughed and covered herself as quickly as his hand tried to take advantage of her acquiescence 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 body and when she emerged. His eyes intense stoked her tits that pushed up through the flannel like buttons. I want you Luke she said. I decided that when I walked the motel yard thinking of how I wanted to feel your heart beat in my mouth. I was afraid that you would not love me, as you promised. I decided to challenge you. Hair drawn down to her shoulders, she was innocent. "I know I look like a child hungry for adventure with a dirty old man, but so what, you look like a dirty old man so horny your cock might fall off." Luke pulled at the waist of the pajamas. As they started to tear, he released them. "Thank you," she said, "that would not have been fair to have them ripped off." Sitting propped against the head board, Mary's knees drawn up, she smirked. "You have not won yet, but you are getting closer." Mary relaxed her knees and split her legs, showing the soft place where the cloth folded over her cunt. Luke imagined the soft pubic curls. He wanted to kiss her softly, but his desire was too great. She kissed him hard back, and he realized that they both were hungry. Then Mary explained that she loved soft kissed and a hard cock, but she prayed to be ravaged and then treated as an elegant doll that was both expensive and rare. When she relaxed, Luke pretended to get up to go to the bathroom. Catching her off guard, he pulled the bottoms of her PJ's down over her ass exposing the two sweet cheeks and the buzz of fur between her legs showing from the back. Pointing to her ass, Luke told her he wanted to fuck her there. She laughed, "Catch me first." After he pulled down her bottoms, she wrenched them up biting his hand when he wouldn't release them. She drew blood licking her lips. Sitting back smiling, full of it, Mary challenged Luke. Here are my tits she lifted the top teasing him. He did nothing. Here is my cunt, she grabbed at it with the full of her hand through the flannel. He did not move. Mesmerized he followed every breathless moment. Frozen in her skin, he could not and did not change directions. Mary stared back, demanded that he do something. "This pisses me off," she said. "Do something." Mary pulled down her PJ bottoms and leaning back spread her legs forward, splitting them apart. Raising them up, she opened her wet, glistening cunt. "Here it is." Luke didn't move. He waited. "What the fuck are you doing." Mary yelled as she fingered herself and Luke didn't try anything or move closer. Suddenly, angry, Mary hit with him, not really striking him, showing her frustration. He laughed-- grabbed her quickly. Turning her over, he said, "this is how I smack teasing bitches." Luke beat her ass. Mary screamed. "Quiet," he said. "That fucken clerk will call the cops." Mary giggled pretending to scream and then quietly mocking him. They both accepted how they loved, but they had to play thisout. Laughing, Luke could not contain himself. Shaking his sore hand after slapping her as hard as he could, Luke lost it for a second. Mary got quickly up, pulled her bottoms up and rubbed where he had struck her. "I like that too much." she said. "You are a bad man. My mother told me to beware of bad men." Chapter Two The Struggle with Power and the 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 as he sat on the edge of the other 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. End Part I and II. <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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