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Mary, Quite Contrary

By: Itascan



When we were first married, there was a housing shortage, probably because we lived in a university town. My wife Jenny's roommate, Mary, invited me to live with them. My roommate was a man. Was it the kindness of Mary's heart or a mercenary stipulation that we pay two-thirds of the rent? For the first 6 months, it was Three's Company, but I didn't have to pretend not to be heterosexual.

It was fun to live with two desirable young women for 6 months. Both Jenny and Mary were petite in height, but Jenny was a voluptuous blonde and Mary a slim brunette with long hair down her back. Mary looked very feminine with her thin face and delicate body with B-cup breasts and nice legs. The exception was her very womanly ass, which she displayed, along with her legs, in tight miniskirts and short shorts.

Jenny and I taught English at the university. Mary taught art history. She was smart and well-educated. She enjoyed intellectual discourse with me and liked to flirt, calling me Bobsey. Having two women vying for my attention further stimulated my testosterone. I wanted sex every night or day. Mary's attractions may have given Jenny an extra inducement to keep me satisfied, even when she felt tired. I think Jenny trusted that I would not try to fuck Mary, if Mary didn't tempt me when Jenny was out and we were alone in the apartment.

Mary seldom dated. We suspected that she was still a virgin. Dick, a friend of mine from graduate school, visited us and spent the night on the couch in the living room. He and Mary stayed up until dawn talking about art, making out and listening to Nancy Wilson recordings. Later, he told me that they kissed a lot, but she wouldn't let him go further than feeling her breasts. He said she acted as if she were having orgasms just from kissing and having her bare breasts caressed! If her body were as sensitive and vulnerable to touch as Dick had found, she would have to be very guarded.

Men dominated the art department. While Mary enjoyed intellectual intercourse with men, I think she feared sexual intercourse. Sexual surrender for her may have meant victory for the man and defeat for her. She resented her father's freedom to travel the country playing semi-pro baseball, while her mother was stuck at home with all of the responsibilities of maintaining the home and caring for the children. 

In contrast, Jenny read The Power of Sexual Surrender: Love Lessons for Women by Marie N. Robinson, M. D.. and found that sexual surrender empowered her to fulfill herself as a woman in the enjoyment of sex and lovemaking.

Some sexy incidents did occur from our cohabitation.

The kitchen in our apartment was narrow. One evening, all three of us were in it. Jenny and I began teasing. She started to chase me. As I ran out of the kitchen, I had to get by Mary and pushed her gorgeous ass aside. The wondering look on Mary's face was priceless. She looked as if she had been zapped by static electricity. Had I felt her ass on purpose? Was it accidental? Should she complain? Should she be offended if she were just a passing fanny to me? We were mysteries to each other.

Our bedroom and Mary's shared a wall, which posed a problem. Jenny discovered that she was a screamer. After her initial scream, she would try to muffle her cries with her hand. Why did Mary keep her virgin's narrow bed next to the shared wall? We imagined her with her ear to the wall masturbating to our passionate lovemaking. Maybe, she was just stubborn. She took sleeping pills and may have been knocked out when we began.

Once, when I was in the shower, Mary came into the bathroom, because she had to pee. I peeked at her lovely legs as she sat on the toilet. When I came out of the bathroom in just a towel, having forgotten to bring clothes or a robe, Mary was in the hallway. 

She said, "Go ahead! I can't see anything without my contacts!"

I removed the towel to make sure. Apparently, she saw only a blur.

In August, an apartment became vacant at the other end of the hall. 

At Christmastime, I tried to kiss Mary under our mistletoe. She turned away, permitting me only her cheek, and saying, "I'm straight-laced. I think it's disgusting to be kissed by a married man!"

One evening later, when I'd kissed Gerry, Mary perversely smiled at me, puckered her lips, and made smooching sounds. After one rejection, I was not about to give her the satisfaction of another.

Another time, Mary was visiting and sitting on the single bed we used for a couch. She had her hair cropped and dyed yellow-blonde. She wore an orange turtleneck sweater, a black and white plaid miniskirt and net tights; her legs extended straight out to the edge of the bed. She and I were having an intellectual argument. Finally, seeing the white V between her thighs, I said,

"Ahh, your panties are showing!"

Mary was furious at this argumentum ad hominem, screamed, and lifted her skirt up to her neck. I just smiled and enjoyed her show, which made her even angrier.

One night, Mary called Gerry to invite her for a visit. Jenny asked,

"Can Bob come too?"

"Well, I'm not wearing much."

Knowing Mary for a prick-teaser, Jenny accepted the challenge, "He'll like that!"

Mary wore a white T-shirt and bikini panties. As we sat in her living room, I did not pretend I wasn't enjoying the view. Sometimes, I could see the crotch of Mary's panties. She seemed oblivious or defiant. When Mary went into the kitchen to make a drink, I followed.

"You look very sexy! You have beautiful legs and a fine ass!"

I ran my hands down and up the outsides of her bare thighs. She said nothing and made no resistance. When we returned to the living room, however, Mary announced,

"You husband just felt me up!" 

Expecting Jenny to be angry, she was shocked by Jenny's response.

"You deserve more than that! You're a prick tease! You have a nice body and you look sexy, but you're all show and no go! You should be ridden hard and put away wet!"

"That's obscene! I can't believe you said that to me!"

"I'm sorry, Mary, but it's past time a man made a woman out of you."

"And whom do you recommend, Bob?"

"Yes, and I'd like to watch! Don't worry, though. Bob enjoys just looking at you, but I'll get the benefit and satisfy him when we get home."

That cooled Mary's friendship with us, especially with Jenny.

After 4 years in the apartment building, we moved 8 miles north of town to a cottage along the river, in January. There was a January thaw. Our water stopped working! The electric motor that ran the pump for our well was 8' down in a hole, which was now flooded, shorting out the motor. There was a sump pump, but the landlord had it unplugged, apparently because it didn't work.

That night, I had to drive into town to get drinking water somewhere. I decided to see whether Mary would let me in or if she were afraid to be alone with me in her apartment. I pressed the button, and she answered.

"Mary, this is Bob. We need some drinking water. Our well isn't working."

Mary buzzed me inside. Of course, I hoped that she would be wearing a shortie nightgown or sexy negligee. She opened the door and let me into her apartment. She was covered in a robe, and her hair, which was long again, was put up for bed. She could hardly look less appealing. After filling the gallon plastic jugs I'd brought, I sat opposite her at her dining table to socialize a bit. I asked that we have a drink together. She poured us each a glass of wine.

"Bob, why did you choose me to give you water?"

"I missed you. I enjoyed living with you for 6 months." 

"I did, too, most of the time."

"I found you to be smart, well-educated, charming, pretty, shapely and sexy."

"My, what a lot of compliments! Thank you!"

"I hoped that you would be wearing some more attractive clothes, tonight, though."

"I was preparing for bed. Besides, it's the middle of winter."

"Well, I can imagine that you have a sexy nightgown under that robe and don't dare let me see."

"You want to see?"

Mary stood aside from the table and opened her robe. She wore a modest nightgown covering her from her neck to her knees. She smiled, enjoying my disappointment.

"That's sad! You used to dress in a sexy manner. You looked good in your miniskirts and tight short shorts. When you told us about the time a custodian knocked on your door to clean the windows and found you in just your bra and panties lying on your bed, I envied him."

"I remember when you thought Jenny was drinking too much Southern Comfort, so you took the bottle and drank the rest. Then, both of you fell asleep on the living room floor. You were using her belly as a pillow! Then there was the time when I drove you and Jenny in my VW to visit your friend Dick while he was still in grad school. You and he had one too many. All the way home, in the back seat, you were singing and yelling, 'Yippee!' You were funny!"

"I still remember when you flashed me, for changing the subject to your panties, while we were arguing; what the dispute was I forgot long ago. I also remember when we visited and you wore only a T-shirt and bikini panties! You were very sexy!"

"I remember you felt me up, and when I told Jenny, she said you should fuck me, too!"

"You did excite me!"

"I suppose you took it out on Jenny when you went back to your apartment."

"You could say that, but I think we were both beneficiaries. I guess you aren't as daring anymore. I wondered if you'd be afraid to let me in, alone with you, but I see you covered up, not to look attractive. Were you afraid to look sexy? You're safe."

"I didn't have time to prepare one way or the other. You think I don't dare?"

"I dare you!"

Mary went to her bedroom and then her bathroom. About 10 minutes later, she returned with her long hair down, wearing a babydoll negligee that came to mid-thigh and was cut low enough to show just the swell of her perky breasts.

"How's this?"

"Mary, you look beautiful and sexy! Turn around, slowly."

She hesitated a moment, but then defiantly turned. As she turned her back to me, I stood and walked up to her. When she turned to face me again, I took her in my arms, kissed her, ran my fingers through her long tresses, and let her feel my hard cock against her belly. She began to resist.

"Are you afraid?"

"Do you intend to rape me?"

"No. Unresponsive women lose their appeal to me." 

She kissed me back.

"Does Jenny know you're here? Does she still think I should let you have sex with me? Wouldn't she be jealous?"

"She thinks you wouldn't be any competition because you wouldn't dare. She thinks that you'd be afraid to give in, afraid you might be a dud in bed, or afraid you might enjoy it, lose control, and want a lot more."

I released her to run my hands up her thighs to her panties. She gasped. I lifted her negligee and felt her bare breasts. She quivered and moaned.

"You sound like a responsive woman, who enjoys being caressed."

"I'm very sensitive to kisses and caresses, so I have to be careful. I'm just not sure I want to be your sexual conquest. I don't know that I want to give any man the satisfaction of having me."

"I wouldn't call it a conquest, if you proved me wrong about how much of a woman you are. Suppose a man gave you satisfaction? I'd be at your feet, doing everything I could to please you."

I walked her into her bedroom. She turned to me.

"I used to listen to you and Jenny making love. I envied her. She sounded like she was in ecstasy, night after night! Yet, I didn't want to surrender like her and feel overwhelmed by pleasure. Be gentle. I am still a virgin."

I slipped the negligee off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor.

"Mary, you look beautiful. You're very desirable. You're, what, 31, and you've wasted too many years not being made love to!"

I peeled her bikini panties down her lovely thighs, knelt at her feet, grasped her womanly ass, and kissed her silky, black mound. She flinched. I stood up and caressed her naked body all over.

"Lie down now and try to relax. Let me prepare you."

"It seems I've saved myself for you. At least, we already are friends." Mary lay down on her narrow bed.

I took off my clothes. She took a quick glance at my hardon, blushed and turned away onto her belly. I massaged her feet. She was surprised.

"Oh, that feels good!"

I massaged up her legs. She sighed. I grasped her so womanly ass and kneaded her buttocks. She flinched at first and then resigned herself. I rubbed her back. I coaxed her onto her back. She tried to pull some of the bedsheet over her cunt and tits. She closed her eyes. I slowly caressed each leg from her ankle to the cleft of her thigh and belly. She murmured little sounds of pleasure. I got onto the bed and knelt between her legs. 

I petted her pussy until she accepted my caresses. I cupped her mount of Venus. She gasped. I squeezed the outer lips of her neglected cunt. She backed her ass down into the mattress. I stroked between her outer labia, up and down.

"O-o-oh!" 

With one finger, I pried open her inner lips and stroked between them up to her clit, up and down, up and down. She began moaning. I put my head between her lovely thighs and kissed the open inner lips. I stuck my tongue into her moistening cunt. She jerked.

"Oh, god! What are you doing to me?"

"I'm smelling the flower of your womanhood and tasting your nectar!"

I licked up and down the petals of her velvety flower. I licked her clit and swirled my tongue around it. I inserted a finger partway into her and finger-fucked her. Mary whimpered; she cried out. Her body shuddered. She was having an orgasm, and now I'd have her!

"Oh, my god, my god! I can't believe all that you did to me! I've never let a man put his finger in me, never had him kiss me there and lick me there! You must really want me!"

I worried that Mary had decided to give in so that she could tell Jenny and try to break up our marriage. She was competitive. We also wondered if she weren't a latent Lesbian. Did she want me or Jenny? Mary worried, too.

"Don't tell anyone about this! Don't brag that you're the one who finally made a conquest of me! The chairman of my department told me I needed "penis therapy." Of course, he wants to give it to me. Maybe, he and his wife have an understanding."

"I promise I won't tell anyone, except maybe Jenny."

"You'd tell her? Wouldn't she be jealous? No, maybe she wouldn't, from what she said to me."

"Mary, I remember you read Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (But were afraid to ask), so you know the details of foreplay."

"I guess so."

"I've prepared you. Now, you can help us by preparing me." 

"I don't know if I can put it in my mouth."

"Just try kissing the tip. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, lick under the head. Thank you. Now, just take the head into your mouth and cradle the underside on your tongue. Oh, that feels good!"

Mary kept her eyes shut while she held the head of my cock in her sweet mouth. How sexy she looked!

"I suppose Jenny does this for you. Does she like it?"

"Yes, she does it, and she likes to suck it, too. She enjoys giving me this pleasure."

Always competitive, Mary began to suck my cock and lick the underside.

"How's that?" she gave me a mischievous look.

"Wonderful! Thank you! Thank you!"

She put my cock back into her mouth and sucked it for about a minute.

"Alright. Are you ready?"

"Yes! Now, raise your knees and lift your beautiful ass so I can put a pillow under it."

Mary looked apprehensively at my cock as it approached her virginity.

"Maybe, you should have had another drink for relaxation."

"I took a tranquilizer just before you came, so I'm starting to feel mellow. It's a good thing I didn't take my sleeping pills yet, or you'd have to ravish my unconscious body! Did it hurt Jenny the first time you did it, assuming she was a virgin?"

"Yes, it hurt her. I didn't know enough to prepare her as well as I intend to prepare you. Still, she wanted to make love a second time, and enjoyed it very much."

I ran my hands up and down the insides of her thighs, pressing them wider and wider apart. Then, I pressed the head of my cock against her inner labia. She jerked as if she'd received a jolt of low-current electricity. I pressed inward to plug us into the full sexual current between us. I had the head of my cock inside her. I began moving my cock in and out and rubbing it up and down her labia to make our love juices flow. I pressed the head into her.

"Oh, it hurts!"

"Don't be afraid! It usually does the first time. Most women do it and survive to enjoy a re-match. Having a baby must hurt a lot more, but after this time, sex won't hurt anymore."

"I'm not afraid! Do it!"

I leaned into her, pressing harder and harder while she tried not to flinch. I moved in and out and thrust until her maidenhead separated.

"Ow!"

I paused for a minute and then thrust deeper. I let her rest and adjust to me.

"Are you in all the way yet?"

"No."

"Then, get it over with!"

I thrust home, possessing her completely. Then I lay with her to savor our union and let her pain subside.

"I guess it's too late to ask if you have a condom."

"Yes, it is. I don't carry condoms like a traveling sex salesman. Jenny and I don't use them, because they reduce our pleasure."

"I guess you'll want to ejaculate inside me."

"That's the most thrilling and satisfying part of making love."

"I just had my period, so I should be safe. Isn't this just sex?"

"Sex between friends is making love. We are becoming much more intimate and loving friends. It will be a great privilege to know you as a woman."

"But I'm not a woman, according to you, until you've fucked me and I've satisfied you."

"You make me seem selfish, but I think I already gave you an orgasm."

"Yes, I guess you did. Alright, let's do it!"

I began to fuck Mary slowly and gently. She seemed to feel less and less pain. I kissed her passionately and fucked her faster. She whimpered. Was it in pain or pleasure? My desire for her overcame me, reaching a crisis, and I thrust rather harder, again and again, as my sperm erupted into her. After yielding up my offering to her, I lay with her, still possessing her.

"Are you happy now? Am I a woman, to you, now?"

"Yes, I'm happy! You are a woman, if you enjoyed our lovemaking."

"It became less painful and began to feel better. I do feel as if you made love to me. You are very attentive. It wasn't 'Slam, bang, thank you mam!' You don't seem in any hurry to leave me, now that I've satisfied you." 

"This is the pleasurable aftermath; you feel so good. I cherish you. Then, if it's not just sex but making love, follows the afterglow, the elation."

"Well, as long as you're still in me, maybe you can prove it doesn't hurt the next time, and make me feel an afterglow. Do you think you can do it again? Oh, I feel it growing again!"

I rose to my knees and resumed fucking Mary, in a slow, leisurely manner. I caressed her thighs and breasts. I squeezed her mound and rubbed her clit.

"Oh! Ahhh!"

I sucked her nipples. I French-kissed her while fucking her harder. She gasped into my mouth. She was so wet now that she fucked easily. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and fucked her harder yet. She moaned. She whimpered. She cried out as she came.

"Oh, please! Please!"

Please what? Her tone and look suggested that she wanted mercy.

"Do you want me to cum, inside you, now, Mary?"

"Yes! Yes! Do it!"

What a thrill it was to melt this seemingly frigid woman into excitedly receiving a second helping of my sperm! We lay coupled until my cock shrunk from her. 

"Is this a one-night stand, now that you've had me?"

"Not if you enjoyed it."

"You'd like that satisfaction, too."

"I tried to satisfy you, too."