0 comments/ 70142 views/ 3 favorites Mary Ann By: me3957 She dropped her robe on the bed and stepped toward the shower. Mary Ann was deep in thought because all of her hopes and dreams hinged upon the events of this night, and she was determined to do everything in her power to make her marriage work. She had been married to Ed for six years now. The first three were glorious ecstasy for both of them, but suddenly everything fell apart. She turned on the hot water, and tried to relax as she remembered the good years. God, for three years anything was ok. The fucked in the park on a warm summer evening, and even in an elevator just for the thrill. All he had to do was look at her and she melted, and a whisper in his ear would bring on a raging erection. They were are and arm everywhere they went, the perfect couple, so much in love. Then things started to sour. They both still professed their love for each other, but sex became infrequent. They had none in the last year. Their sex drive had not diminished, she masturbated often, and she saw him do it many times in the shower in the morning. She closed her eyes and brought back the memory of his body showing through the shower door. She could see his body spasm and hear his low moan as his sperm shot against the wall. That made her so hot that she could not wait for him to leave the house so she could draw a bath and pleasure herself to several orgasms of her own. The warm water cascaded over her shoulders as she softly rubbed her body with the soapy sponge. She caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples. As she moved her hand between he legs the familiar wetness was evident. Her pussy ached so for the feel of a male penis that she could hardly bear it. She rubbed slowly, and it felt so good. "No," she said to herself out loud, "I have to save everything for tonight." As she stepped from the shower and started drying herself she tried to remember what it was the caused such a drastic change in their lives. They wanted a baby, but Ed found that he had a low sperm count. She thought that might have bothered him, but it seemed to have no effect at the time. He said that they could go on and have a great life, just the two of them without the burden of caring for children. She was disappointed at the time, but accepted his attitude. After all, they had plenty of time to adopt later if they wished, and they could have a great time traveling and partying together until then. She looked into the large oval mirror in the bedroom and examined what she saw. She was about 5'4" with a small waste and a beautiful round curvy ass. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her tits were not large; about "B" cups, but they were firm and perky. Not bad she thought. Why don't I turn him on? I guess I will find out tonight. She turned for a full frontal view and looked at her thick bush. "I need to take care of that," she said to herself out loud. She reached for a scissors and proceeded to cut off of the hair that she could. She stepped back into the shower, soaked her pussy and proceeded to shave off the rest. It made her so hot that she couldn't help pushing two fingers in and giving a pump or two. "Stop, before it's too late," she said. "God, that feels good." She found a sheer pair of panties that showed the outline of her freshly shaved pussy. "Looks good," she said. Then she sat down to apply her makeup. Her mind again wandered back to the last three years. This was not the first time that they made a date to talk. He had cancelled two others. He said he had to work. He always had to work. He worked to replace her, she thought, unless he had someone else on the side, but there were no signs of that. He seemed more resolved this time, but she had decided that it would be the last time if he let her down. She was going to leave if he could not talk to her and explain what had happened. Tears began to form in her eyes as she pondered the possibilities. Mary Ann picked up a bra and started to put it on, but changed her mind and threw it back into the drawer. She pulled on a sleek black dress with a plunging neckline and a mid thigh hemline. When she bent over he could see her tits almost to the nipple and their outline was evident when she stood or sat up. Stockings and heals finished off the look and she admired herself in the mirror. It was almost five, the time for his arrival, so she went to the living room to greet him when he got home. The outlook for a pleasant evening electrified her. "In a few minutes the phone rang. "Hello, " she said. "Honey, I'm sorry but I will have to work late tonight," Ed advised. "Honey, Mary Ann, please say something." "Good bye," she answered as she returned the phone to its cradle. She started crying hysterically. This was it. Their marriage was over as far as she was concerned. She went to the bar and took a straight shot of Jack Daniel's, something that she would never do when rational. *** She turned her sleek BMW into the Hickory Mall parking lot. Damned it, she was going to spend until she tired. She wandered from shop to shop buying things that she didn't want, trying to silence her pounding brain. The looks and smiles of some of the men there emotionally lifted her. One sales clerk even tried to come on to her. At least someone thought that she was attractive or desirable, even if it was only a pleasant daydream or the thought of a quick fuck. She tired and decided to get something to eat at the food court. She ordered s slice of pizza and a coke and looked for a place to sit. God it was crowded. She saw a table at which a man sat with an empty chair. Did she dare? Why not, so she inquired and was hospitably seated by the stranger. They ate in silence, and he hardly looked at her. She finished her snack and, got up to leave. "Miss," he said, you are leaving one of your packages." "Thank you," she replied. "Your are a little overdressed for the mall aren't you?" he said. "You must have planned on something else tonight and changed your mind." Mary Ann picked up her package. She then looked into his face. It was an understanding and compassionate face. She thought about the past few hours and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She sat back down, and buried her face in her hands. He arose and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. His touch was soft and warm, and she turned melting into his chest. "Is there anything that I can do?" he questioned. "No, this is my problem and no one else can live through it but me," she said. "Sometimes you just need to say what is bothering you," he replied. I am a good listener; Let's walk around, and you can sound off. "You don't know me and I don't know you, what do you have to lose but a burden." He was a medium height studious looking person. He was not the athletic type but well built, handsome, and very soft-spoken. He was the type of man who had a knowing confidence in his voice, with a kind and gentle nature. They walked for a couple of hours as she unloaded her burden and, he just listened. That was what she needed, and somehow he knew it. She found out that he was a psychology professor at South Regional College, and was new in town for the next semester. No wonder he so understanding. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to, someone that could make her feel necessary. "You were planning a night out tonight?" he asked tentatively, "There is a little bar with a small dance floor in my hotel. Would you accompany me there for a little while?" "Are you taking advantage of my depression to get into my pants?" she asked. "Probably," he said, "but that is your choice. Let's have a couple of drinks and see how you feel after settling down. I really don't want to take advantage of your present state of mind." "You have already improved my state of mind," she replied. "Just a little more, and I might even be happy." *** A couple of hours and several drinks later Mary Ann did feel a lot better. With each dance she nuzzled closer to him. He made her feel so safe and warm. It had been a long time since she felt like that. They sat close together at the table, but he made no moves that might make her feel as if he was hitting on her. Finally she let her hand drop to his thigh, and that was the signal he needed to let him know that everything was all right. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together, and she offered no resistance. It had been so long, so long. Her pussy started to leak a little, and she could feel her panties moisten. She moved he hand up his leg and found what she wanted to know. He wanted her. From that point on the lead was his. He brushed her breast with his hand and then cupped them, pinching her nipples slightly. He then moved his hand inside her dress and held her bare breasts, messaging them one at a time. From their position other people could see, but she didn't care. She only wished that Ed could see that someone else wanted her. He moved one hand to her thigh and rubbed slowly inching toward her pussy. Then his finger brushed against her slit through her panties. It felt like a lightning blot shot through her whole body. She pulled him to her and kissed him violently, sucking his tongue until it would stretch no more. She moved her hand to his cock through his pants and rubbed gently. She couldn't tell how big it was but she really didn't care. She just knew that she needed it, and she would present no pretence of modesty. His fingers slid easily under her panties and he gently pushed into her vagina. Oh, it felt so good. She knew they should go somewhere private, but she was frozen with need. He began to circle her clit, and then rubbed the length of her cunt. Her juice was running like a faucet, and her dress felt wet. He moved back to the clit and her whole body exploded. Her toes and fingers went numb as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her soul. She bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, and dug her fingernails into his skin. She started weeping so he held her close. "Are you sorry for that?" he said. "Are you kidding?" she answered. "I will remember that for the rest of my life. Let's go somewhere private." "My room ok?" he asked. "I am staying here until I find a place to live." "We can't get there fast enough for me," she said. They almost ran to the elevator. *** The door closed behind them and Mary Ann clung to his neck as if holding on to life. She pushed him back until he was seated on the bed and knelt between his legs. "Let me take your dress off first," he said. "I want to admire your beauty." He reached behind her and unzipped and the dress fell around her knees. "My God, you are truly beautiful. Your husband must be a zombie." Without answering she opened his pants and eased his shorts down to free his cock. She bent over and kissed it. "It is beautiful," she thought, about eight inches long thick with large veins. Her pussy tightened at the sight. She started to lick the crown lightly and pushed on the little slit with her tongue. He lightly messaged her shoulders and back as she rhythmically slid her mouth up and down his shaft. She pushed him to his back and softly began to suck on his balls. She gently scraped her teeth over their surface causing him to shiver. Then she kissed and licked the secret space between his balls and anus as he moaned in delight. She pulled him back to a sitting position and started pumping with her hand as she sucked in earnest on the head. She did everything right, sucking the sensitive underside, and taking his whole shaft into her throat. He couldn't hold out long. She felt his balls contract and his cock swell. "I am going to cum," he warned. "Mmmmmmmmmm," was her answer. She felt the warm seed jet into her mouth and swallowed as hard as she could. He groaned with pleasure and grasped her shoulders hard as his orgasm exploded. Shot after shot he injected into her throat until he collapsed. Mary Ann kept sucking to get every precious drop. She had not tasted cum in so long. She reveled in every jerk of his cock and every drop of sperm. She moved next to him on the bed and removed the rest of his clothing. After a few minutes rest it was his turn. "Do you want to leave your stockings and heals on?" he asked. "I am not a slut or a whore," she answered. She started to move to take them off, but he moved first and slid down her stockings and took off her shoes. Only her sopping panties remained, but he made no effort to remove them. As he took off her shoes he took her toes in his mouth and sucked. He used his thumbs to message the ball of her foot and she began to wreath. Even Ed had never done this before, and it felt so good. He licked and kissed his way to the back of her knee and applied pressure with his moving tongue. Her pussy quivered. "God that feels good," Mary Ann said. He continued to lick up her thighs, and she cried out in pleasure and anticipation. His mouth then inched to her still covered cunt. She boiled waiting for the touch. He delayed. She pushed her cunt down to his mouth, and he gently ran his tongue over the crotch of her panties. He licked along the sides and under the edge teasing. It was all that Mary Ann could tolerate. "God damn." she screamed. "Eat my cunt. Make me cum. I can't stand it. Please, Please. He pulled her panties down as she lifted her hips. He threw them on the floor, and drove his tongue into her love tunnel. He sucked her lips and traced the length of her crack. He ventured to her anus and pushed in and circled, but quickly moved to her clit for the relief that he knew she needed. He circled her clit slowly and gently sucked. She was pouring juice now, and had wet the bed. Her clit was large and easy to stimulate and his reward was quick. She screamed and pushed her pussy into his mouth with all of her strength. She was convulsing in pleasure beyond imagination. She crushed his head with her quaking thighs and squirting cum into his mouth. He had never experienced a woman having such a magnificent orgasm. They moved onto the bed together between the sheets, kissing and petting, exploring their newfound excitement. "I want you in me," she said. "I don't have any condoms or anything," he answered. "I don't care," she cried. " Make me pregnant, I don't care." "Can I ask you one question?" he asked. "Sure," she answered. "What is your name?" he inquired. "Damned," she answered. "We are fucking, and we don't even know each other's names. Maybe I am a slut." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I am Mary Ann Long." "Pleased to meet you, Mary Ann Long," he said. "I am Michael O'Malley." They shook hands and laughed. She pushed him onto his back. "No more stalling. I want to get fucked," she demanded. Mary Ann straddled him and rubbed her pussy on his cock. Both of them were ready so she held his cock and slowly impaled herself. She was going to have to stretch a lot, and it would hurt, but she knew that if she could take it slowly, she could accommodate him. She slowly pumped up and down until she had taken four inches, but she lost control. Skyrockets burst in her eyes and an orgasm overtook her like a tornado without warning. She shoved down taking his whole cock at once, causing some pain, but it seemed to only intensify the pleasure. She continued to pound his pelvis with her ass exploding with orgasm after orgasm, so many that she couldn't count them. Then she felt his cock swell and jerk as he shot stream after stream of seed into her cavern. She was screaming in ecstasy and he groaned with satisfaction. She tightened her vaginal muscles and continued to pump, milking every last precious drop of his seed. He became so sensitive that he had to hold her. She realized his need and fell to his chest sobbing with joy. She sat back up and looked adoringly into his eyes. Suddenly, she realized that he had not softened. "It has been a long time for me too," he said. "I want more," she said. "Doggy style?" he asked. No more words were needed. She moved to her knees and elbows and presented the well-fucked pussy for more. Before entering he leaned down and kissed her pussy. "Your pussy is beautiful," he said. She felt a warm glow as his cock slid easily into her cunt. They moved slowly at first, but soon she felt awesome buildup of another impending orgasm. This one would not surprise her. She enjoyed every moment until the explosion over took her being. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded. "I am cummmmiiinnnggg." She continued multiple orgasms until he filled her with more of his wonderful cum. She heard his low groan that meant that she had pleased him. She could feel their combined juice run out of her tunnel and down her legs. Finally they collapsed in each other's arms, clinging to each other's warmth. They nestled together for an hour saying little. He rubbed her body, but not sexually. She thought about that night, and how she felt. Maybe her marriage didn't matter any more? This might be a one-night stand or more. Right now she didn't care, she simply enjoyed the security and comfort of his arms. He had never before met a woman like this before. He quietly hoped that her marriage was over. He wanted her for his own. Mary Ann reached down and started messaging his dick, and he began sucking on her tits. She smiled with anticipation. "One more for the road?" she asked. No answer was required. Michael rolled over on top of her and gently inserted his cock into her wanton cunt. This time was different, however. They kissed and held each other. They slowly ground against each other with little in and out movement. It was so fulfilling to Mary Ann. The first two times were fucks, but this was lovemaking. This is what she really craved. The slow movement made it last a long time. The build up of her orgasm was slow but urgent at the same time. This time she felt him explode into her first with so much cum that they were sloshing. He groaned as his cock jerked inside of her love tunnel, and then she had the most stupendous orgasm of the night. She quaked as her vagina contracted. Again the fingers and toes went numb, and she groaned as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Minutes passed as they lay together. "That was wonderful." She said. "You really are a wonderful lover." "Just a lover?" he asked. "I don't know," she answered. " I have to sort this out in my head. He may throw me out when I get home anyway. I have no intention of lying." They got up together. Michael handed her a piece of stationary and said, "Will you give me your number." She wrote it down as he continued. "If he throws you out tonight come back here. No strings, ok." "Ok," she replied. "How can I reach you if I want, and I am not at home." "Call the school and ask for the psychology department," he said. "I don't know my office number yet but they can get you in touch. I start on Monday," She pulled on her dress and stepped into her shoes. She looked at her stockings and panties on the floor but decided that he might want a souvenir after he thought about tonight. She knew that she smelled like a whorehouse, but didn't try to clean up. Maybe Ed could smell what he had been missing for the last year. *** When Mary Ann walked in the door Ed was waiting. It was four o'clock, but she made no comment. She simply walked upstairs to the bedroom with Ed following. As soon as they entered Ed pushed her to the bed and lifted her dress. No explanations were necessary. She was red and open with her inner lips dangling, and cum still oozing from her open hole. Ed sat next to her and began crying." I came home as soon as you hung up the phone, and I have been waiting and thinking since. I know you wanted to talk out our problems, and I have avoided every opportunity. I know that I have ignored you, and hurt you. I deserved what you did tonight. To tell the truth I was surprised that you didn't do it sooner." Mary Ann Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older. This is the first of these stories. * I stood in the produce aisle checking out the fresh fruit when she walked up next to me. She was a vision of beauty, with long, flowing, blonde hair. She wore a skin-tight pair of designer jeans, a frilly laced blouse, and black high heels. I looked at her breasts, which were pronounced and I would guess to be about 36c's. I love women, and she made my mouth water. I noticed a wedding ring on her finger. I wanted her. I could be considered a lesbian, although I enjoy giving oral to a woman more than receiving it. I love to make a sweet thing moan and beg for me to get her off. And I've been doing it long enough now that I have never had any complaints. I'm really not into falling in love, but prefer discreet encounters. So I stood there, feeling the cantaloupes for freshness, as I could smell her wonderful perfume. She moved closer to me, reaching for a cantaloupe as well. She said, "I saw you checking them out. Are they fresh and worth buying? My husband is very picky, he's hard to please." "Well, they seem ripe, nice and pulpy. I found one here that really feels ripe, here, take it," I said while looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. "Are you sure? You seem to know your fruit." I grinned at her saying, "Two things I know, produce and women. Now, I can't say I'm a professional when it comes to groceries, but I get by. You are so nice, take this one." "Well thank you. My name is Mary Ann. I wish my bastard of a husband was as nice to me as you are. What did you mean by your comment that you know women? "I am a lesbian, and there is nothing like a sexy woman. And you are the most beautiful thing I saw all day," I told her. She was quiet for a moment, and then she whispered, "I have never been with a woman. I would imagine it would be much better than with the asshole I live with. Two minutes and he's finished. I am very flattered, although I've never been with a woman in my life." She put the cantaloupe in her cart, as we began to walk through the shopping center checking out and picking up different items. She would ask me what I thought for each purchase, as our conversation easily flowed. She told me she was 32, and had been married for ten, long years. She had no kids, because he had a low sperm count. She never got out much, but lately has been longing for adventure. His work kept him away, and they seldom went out anymore. She worked at home, helping out a lawyer research information for his clients on the internet. Then she asked me, "So, have you always been a lesbian? Tell me about yourself." "Yeah, I dated a few men after I graduated high school, but they never turned me on. Maybe after we are done shopping, we can go get a cup of coffee, there is a coffee shop next door," I said in hoping to lure her in for my pleasure. "Well, that does sound good. I didn't have any plans. Plus, we can talk without the interruptions of noisy shoppers and bratty kids." While standing in the checkout line, I told her my name was Sherry, and I was 25. I lived on the other side of town by myself. She smiled at me often, which turned me on even more. I wanted so badly to be between her legs, that I was careful to try not to scare her off by coming on to her and being pushy. Soon, we found ourselves in the shop, after putting our groceries in our cars, each now with a cup of coffee and danish. When she sat down, I saw her ass closely for the first time, making my mouth water. Her jeans were so tight, her pantylines showed through the denim material. She asked me, "So Sherry, this is kind of personal, do you love licking pussy? My husband hates doing that. I used to get that from an old boyfriend, and I kind of miss it. You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." "Yeah, it's my favorite thing. I love pleasing someone I'm with. I have a wicked tongue, and making her squirm and beg me to drive her insane turns me on. I can have an orgasm without touching myself, by just hearing her moans and tasting her juices." "Shit, you make it sound so sweet. Like I said, it's been so long," she told me with a tear forming in her eye. I asked, "I know you told me you have never been with a woman, but have you ever thought about it?" "I have had fantasies. Sometimes I see someone, and wish they could lick my pussy. Or even my ultimate fantasy." Now my ears perked up as I begged to know, "Your ultimate fantasy?" "Well, I have read books and I would love to be rimmed. I seem to really get turned on when I am alone and think about a man doing that. But right now, it wouldn't matter to me if a woman wanted to, either," she told me while blushing deep red. "I love licking a sexy ass. I am very oral. I love to tease her nipples and kiss her body. Anything to drive her over the edge." She whimpered, "Oh god, Sherry. You are turning me on. My panties are damp." I acted boldly and reached over to her lap, and ran my finger through the cameltoe in her jeans. I could feel the dampness, soaking right through her panties and into the denim. I had her right where I wanted her. "I can tell you are worked up. Would you like to experience the ultimate pleasure, Mary Ann?" "You would do that for me? Heck Sherry, I only have about an hour. I have to get home soon, my boss will be calling for a tele-conference. But your offer is very tempting," she said disappointingly. I knew I had to have her, but wished we had more time. But, I had an idea. "Are you adventurous, Mary Ann? I know a quiet place off a back road not far from here. I would give you such pleasure, that you would be in another world the rest of the day." She sheepishly blushed again, and said, "I don't have the nerve to do another woman. I wouldn't want to disappoint you." "Oh, don't worry, Mary Ann. I get more pleasure giving than receiving. Time is a wasting, I very much want to give you that fantasy," I said as I stared into her eyes. "Oh hell, I am so hot, I need it. You lead the way, Sherry." We soon went to our cars, and I drove to a nearby backroad, which I knew well. She followed close behind me, as we soon came to a wooded area. I pulled off into a small clearing in the woods, which would be hard to see if anyone drove by. I had been here before, having done previously with others of which I now planned to do to Mary Ann. I squeezed my legs together, my pussy soaked as I anticipated the next few moments. She pulled next to me, and soon got out of her car to join me. As we met, I wasn't sure if she'd be offended if I kissed her, but instead I just leaned in a kissed her cheek. She whispered, "I can't believe I'm doing this." "Thanks for allowing me the pleasure. We don't have much time, are you ready?" "Yes," was all she said excitedly. I walked behind her, and put my arms around her, kissing her neck. My hands finally found those wonderful breasts, as my fingers teased her growing nipples. She was wearing a bra, but I figured it to be quite flimsy. Her nubs were pronounced as my fingers teased then to extreme hardness. Then I reached down, and began working her blouse up her body, while she raised her arms. Her moans were pleasant to my ears as I lifted it over her head and off her body. We were standing in front of her freshly washed car, as I discarded the blouse. My hands once again teased now down her sides, as I kissed and nibbled her shoulder. "Oh shit, you are driving me crazy. I can't wait to feel them lips down there," she begged while looking down. I soon reached to her pants button, opening her jeans. I licked my way down her back, as my fingers opened her zipper. She pushed back against me as I soon kissed the small of her back. I shimmied those tight jeans off of her hips, anticipating my first upclose look at her sweet ass. She kicked off her heels, then lifted first one, then the other leg as I removed her jeans. She now stood before me, wearing just her matching set of bra and panties. I gazed upon her lovely asscheeks, glistening in the sun. I began licking back up her body, as I reached for the clasp of her bra. She groaned, "I still can't believe this. It seems so erotic to be doing this out here like this, nature all around. It's better than any fantasy I ever had!" I knew our time was limited, so I quickly unclasped her bra, and brought it off of her. I then turned her around, and was presented by the most perfect set of tits I ever saw. Her nipples were quite dark and half-dollar sized. My mouth watered, as I leaned my face closer to those beauties. When my mouth circled her left nipple, she moaned, "Ahhhh Sherry. My bastard husband never took the time to suck it like you do." Then her hands cradled my head, guiding me on my journey. My tongue and lips teased the slopes of her breasts, then suckled and nibbled each nub tenderly. But, again I knew our time was limited, and it was time to make her fantasy come true. She was on the very edge of an orgasm, and I wanted to taste it. "Are you ready? It's time for the main course, Mary Ann." She just nodded as I knelt down once again, and worked her wet panties off. She was so wet the crotch stuck between her lower lips. But with some skill, I managed to have them off quickly, as I bent her forward over the hood of her car. She stretched her arms out in front of her, preparing for the pleasure she knew was coming. Her legs parted wide, opening up to a wonderful view to behold. I gazed at that hot ass, begging to be nurtured and loved. She looked over her shoulder at me, anticipating what was about to happen to her. I leant forward, kissing her sweet butt. She groaned and murmered as I began to nibble and lick all across the slopes of her beautiful ass. Then I reached up, and spread her asscheeks, staring at the sexiest anus I ever had the pleasure of servicing. I slid my tongue out, and touched the tip to the rim. She tried to clench her ass, but my hands held it wide open. My tongue slid in tiny circles, all around the sweetness. It had a musky, womanly scent, and I could feel my orgasm overtake me. I then stabbed my tongue inside of her, and she trembled. "Oh god, I'm cumming. Ahhhh," she uttered in ecstasy. I quickly pulled out of her ass, and slithered my tongue between her protruding pussylips. She came with an urgency, my tongue catching the flow as she pushed her sweet ass hard against my face. She mumbled under her breath, as I lapped at her nectar. She finally shuddered to an end, and I once again slid my tongue back between her legs and right into her ass. "Do it again. I can't believe how wonderful it feels with your tongue up my ass. I want to cum again," she yelled out loudly. I heard tree branches rustling and wings fluttering as she must have awakened the wildlife nearby. I began to fuck my tongue in and out of her anal ring, as she assisted in making sure it wouldn't slip out with her urgent pressing back at my face. This time I figured it would take her longer to cum, so now was the time to stick my tongue into her pussy. I guided her around, and she laid back on the hood of her car. I figured it was just waxed, making it very slippery. I reached up to hold her legs wide open, and watched as her pussylips parted, begging to be licked. She gasped out, "Eat me, Sherry. Oh god, eat me!" I wasn't there to disappoint. I kissed her vulva, as if I was kissing the lips on her face. Then, of course I french-kissed it. My tongue worked inside of her, slurping up the oozing juices as she squirmed on the slippery car. Her cute ass made squeaky noises from the flowing cum sticking to her asscheeks. I then centered my tongue and lips, on her protruding clit. Like her nipples, it was well pronounced, and begging to be licked and sucked. She was now cursing under her breath, as my tongue wrapped around her clit. I was still holding her thighs open, as I knew if I hadn't, she would have slipped right off of the car and onto me. I nibbled and made love to that clit, finally bringing her to a climactic end. "Shit! Harder, Sherry! Harder!" It was one, continuous orgasm for myself as I finally brought her over the top to hers. She violently shook, and then my face and lips were inundated with her creamy cum. I slurped, and I mean I could hear the sound of my tongue lapping up her wetness. She seemed to cum forever, but it was actually only a short time. I made sure to taste every drop, which brought me to my final climax. We just stayed like that for a few minutes, as I tenderly kissed and licked her inner thighs and pussy. Finally, she moved to get off the car, and soon we were standing next to each other. Then she surprised me, and gave me a deep, tongue searching kiss. Finally, she pulled away and said out of breath, "Hell, I do taste good. Thank you so much, Sherry. I better get going. I am so glad I decided to buy a cantaloupe." "It was all my pleasure," I replied. As she dressed quickly, she asked me, "I have a friend named Katrina. Would you be upset if I told her, and brought her along next time?" "Oh really? There is going to be a next time?" She blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry. How presumptuous of me. You aren't interested?" I walked to my car, reaching into my console. Pulling out a pen and paper, I jotted down my phone number, and then handed it to her. I said, "Of course I'd be interested. Two women at the same time is always better than one." "Damn, you are the wild one. I will always remember this, and I will be calling. Take care, Sherry," she said as she got into her car. With a wave, she was soon gone. I reached into my jeans, feeling my wet pussy. I hoped she'd call soon, very soon.... Mary Ann "Why, Ed?" she asked. If you could see this now why did you let it go on for so long? Were you having an affair." "No! When I found that I could not impregnate you I was devastated. It finally got to the point that I was almost impotent. You know the troubles we had with that." Ed stated. "But we had sex after you found that out, Ed" she said. "I felt like you needed a real man and I didn't qualify," he answered. "It just kept grating on me until I just couldn't approach you anymore. I knew that I had to talk to you, but I guess I just couldn't face you with my feelings. Men don't relate well that way you know. I can see the tears forming in your eyes, but don't ask for forgiveness. You have done nothing to forgive, its all my fault. If the truth were known you were always more woman that I could keep up with anyway. I want another chance Mary Ann. I will get help or do whatever is necessary. I will stop hiding in my work to avoid the truth, and I will be as attentive to you as any husband can. Tomorrow is Saturday, I would like to take you somewhere for a few days, leave here without destination, just to be alone and away from everything to talk this out. Most of all I want you to forgive me. I love you with all of my soul honey, even with another mans cum inside you." "I love you, Ed," she answered. "I have been wishing for this for a long time. I am just sorry that I had to do what I did tonight" She pulled him down and kissed him lightly. She held him close and suddenly realized that he was hard. Could this be exciting him? "She moved her head back and peered into his eyes and found her answer. They were pleading with her, expressing the desired that he couldn't say. "Do you want to fuck me now, Ed" she asked quizzically. He reached under her dress and started to rub her cunt. "How many times did he fuck you?" he asked. "Three times," she answered. "Will you relate the night to me?" he asked. She began a detailed narration of her night with Michael while slowly undressing Ed. As she expounded on the details of their fucking he rested his head on her breast and sucked her nipples. Overcome with desire Ed made a decision that she couldn't believe. He moved his head between her legs, and began to lick and suck her sloppy cunt. She came in an instant, a small orgasm, but an orgasm none the less. Then he moved on top of her drove his cock into the waiting pussy, fucking her as hard as he could. He couldn't last long and exploded with spurt after spurt of cum jetting into her cunt. His orgasm set her up for her own and she erupted, screaming and spasming out of control. God, he can still do it to me she thought. Let's throw a bag together and leave right now," Mary Ann said. "I don't think that I can sleep tonight anyway. When we get tired we can find a motel." "Sounds good to me," Ed replied. "Ed, there is one more thing that you should know," she said almost in a whisper. "You know I don't use protection because you couldn't get me pregnant. If you want I can get a abortion if I did get pregnant tonight." "You want a baby, so if one is half yours I can live with that, and be a daddy," he answered. "If you are not, maybe we can arrange something for you to get pregnant. I love you Mary Ann. You will never know how much." "Yes I do," she said. Mary Ann's Valentine Mary Ann Summers was more than a little morose. She liked many parts of her life on the uncharted island in the Pacific where she and six other people were shipwrecked, but she missed things she had always enjoyed doing at home in Kansas. Two things she missed the most were receiving valentines from her many suitors in her small home town and attending the annual Valentine's Day dance at the local high school of which she was an alumnus. With all days being virtually identical, she hadn't even realized the next day would be that most romantic of holidays until she heard a commercial on the portable radio The Professor managed to keep operable. Gilligan heard the same broadcast, and it surprised and saddened him to see gloom casting such a shadow over the usually perky, smiling face of the pretty brunette. He was very fond of Mary Ann, especially since he had been fixed up with her by the matchmaker among the seven castaways. Besides the great sex he was enjoying with the sweet young farm girl, the best he had ever known, he genuinely liked her. Not being very sensitive about the moods and needs of women, he had no idea what the problem was, and wouldn't have known what to do about it if he had. However, he did know one member of the group of seven stranded castaways who would know such things, and he could ask her about it. "Mrs. Howell, Can you help me? This morning, we were listening to the radio, and Mary Ann was her usual cheerful self until, all of a sudden, she became really unhappy. I don't know why, but I thought you might." "Eunice "Lovey" Howell, wife of the wealthy Thurston Howell III did know what the problem was, but it was not from any shrewdness on her part. Less than an hour earlier, Mary Ann had told her in confidence how she missed getting dozens of valentines and attending the dance held annually on February 14. Nobody knew where she was and could neither send her the customary heart-shaped greetings nor escort her to the ball nor dance with her once they got there. She was not a gossip, at least in some matters, and would rarely violate a trust, but Mrs. Howell did know when to pass on confidential information, and she believed this was one of those times. "Gilligan, Mary Ann is sad because..." She then went on to recount how much and why the pretty young woman missed her home town on Valentine's Day. Gilligan listened and, oddly enough, he understood. Being the closest thing to a boyfriend Mary Ann had, he considered himself to be the person best suited to rectify the situation. Besides that, he took great pleasure in the mutual oral sex he had with her and wanted to do something to show his appreciation and affection. The problem was, he didn't know how to do that. He had no paper to cut into hearts and nothing to use to do the cutting. His sweater was red, but not dark enough and, even if he were able to cut it into the appropriate shapes, he would then have nothing to wear. As for dancing, he was too clumsy to be any good at that, and the only source of music would be the radio, which was too important to the castaways to be entrusted to him. It was their only link to the outside world and The Professor, who had custody of it, would never let him use it or entrust it to anybody in his company. He and everybody else on the island believed, with good reason, that Gilligan would accidentally lose it in the deepest part of the ocean or drop it off a cliff or into the volcano. He very much wanted to do something, but did not know what. Whenever Gilligan was perplexed, which was frequently, he walked by himself into the interior of the island. On that day, his thoughts were of Mary Ann, on her sweet disposition and pretty face and her surprisingly sexy body. Since the fixup by Mrs. Howell, they had frequently gone to a secluded part of the island and shared heavenly sexual pleasure, but strictly limited to oral. Mary Ann was a good girl and a virgin and determined to stay that way until her bridegroom took her maidenhead on their wedding night. His wandering feet took Gilligan to their favorite trysting place, a small, flat stretch of land that overlooked the ocean and was screened from the interior of the island by a tangle of thick bushes. It had a southern exposure, and the soft ground would always be warm and comfortable to their bare bodies. There he stopped and looked around, hoping for an inspiration of some kind. He found one. "Their place" was covered with soft grass, but the soil directly under the bushes that screened it from farther inland was bare and red. Not being a chemist or a soils engineer, Gilligan was not aware of how metallic compounds, such as those of iron, could color dirt, He just knew what was under the bushes was very close to the color he wanted for the heart on the valentine he wanted to make for Mary Ann. He went over to it, reached under a bush to scoop some up and sifted it through his hands. "This is the right color," he mused out loud. "I wonder if I could mold some of it into a heart shape." He tried, but the dirt had too much of a sandy texture, and would not retain the form he was thinking of. After a few minutes, he gave up on the idea and dropped the handful of sand. It landed a few feet from the bushes on ground that was a lighter shade than the dirt he had been trying to mold. Gilligan sat and stared at it and an idea came to mind. According to legend, many great discoveries have come about because of lucky accidents. It is said that Sir Isaac Newton discovered gravity when an apple fell from a tree and struck him on the head, and that Archimedes discovered his famous principle when his bathtub overflowed after he got into the water. So it was with Gilligan. The dirt he dropped landed on the ground roughly in a heart shape, and he realized he could use a larger quantity of the red soil and spread it on darker ground in the shape of a heart. While still in high school, he had read about sand painting by Navahos in the American Southwest, how they poured colored sand and other materials into shapes on the ground or other surfaces. Gilligan had no artistic skills and no tools but his hands, but he didn't need anything else. The first thing he did was to go back to the open area overlooking the ocean and denude a small area of grass. The dirt there was loose; the grass pulled up easily, and he continued until he had a bare spot about five feet square, which he smoothed and firmed with his hands. With the surface prepared, he started adding his painting materials. He made dozens of trips between the bushes and his "canvas," dumping double handfuls of red sand until he thought he had enough. "I can always go back for more," he told himself. After smoothing those materials into a flat surface that occupied almost all the bare dirt he had exposed, Gilligan used a stick to draw the appropriate shape. It wasn't perfect, and he had to make corrections as he went along but, when he was done, the shape he had drawn was easily recognizable as a heart. Using his hands again, Gilligan cleared away all the sand outside the perimeter he had drawn so the red heart stood out clearly against the dark brown of the dirt background. He stepped back to admire his handiwork. It was a good start, he decided, but it needed something more. Before becoming a sailor, Gilligan had sent hundreds of valentines and had even received a few. All those greetings included some kind of sentimental or affectionate message, and the one he had made for Mary Ann said nothing at all. Using the stick he had used earlier, he printed "Willy Gilligan loves Mary Ann Summers," using his full name that nobody ever used. With the message printed, he looked at the valentine again. It was better, but the romantic words still did not stand out enough. That lack would be easy to correct, he opined, because there were millions of blossoms on the bushes and trees all around him, which was another of the reasons Mary Ann enjoyed going there for their sexual adventures. He set out to collect enough to press into the scratched out words and make them stand out. "Written in flowers should be good enough," he told himself. Only on rare occasions did Gilligan bare his head, and this was one of them. The small white and pink blossoms he chose were fragile, and would have been crushed if he had tried to hold them in his hands, so he took off his hat and used it as a basket when he collected the flowers. Once again, he made many trips, enough to gather his materials and insert them in the words he had scratched out but, when he was done, the valentine looked as good as any he had ever seen in a store. He was satisfied with what he had spent all day making, and hoped Mary Ann would like it too. It was already dusk, and time to join the others, but he would bring his sweetie to see it the next day. In the morning, which was Valentine's Day, Mary Ann was even more unhappy, and seemed to have hardly any appetite. At the community table, she didn't take much interest as she picked at her breakfast of fruit and freshly baked bread, staples in the diet of the castaways. When she pushed away the large leaf which had been serving as her plate and got off the bench to walk back to the hut she served with Ginger Grant, the movie star, Gilligan hurried to join her. "Mary Ann, would you like to go for a walk with me? I've got something I want to show you." "What is it?" "It's a surprise." "I'm really not in the mood for surprises." "C'mon, you'll like this one." "Oh, alright." Although feeling glum about the rather dreary Valentine's Day she expected to experience, Mary Ann gave in. She liked Gilligan, not just because of the way he ate her pussy and the way his cock felt in her mouth, but also for himself. Although not very bright and a bumbler, he was a good-hearted young man, and she saw no reason to refuse something that was probably harmless and that seemed to be important to him. They set out into the jungle, which was quite familiar to them by that time. Ten minutes after they started, she realized he was taking her to the place where they had shared sexual pleasures in the past. "Gilligan, I don't feel like doing that today." "Doing what?" "You know. Fooling around up here like we do sometimes." "That's not why I'm bringing you here. I just want to show you something, and you won't have to do anything you don't want to." "Oh, alright," she muttered, and continued to allow Gilligan to lead her to their trysting place. They pushed through the bushes until they came to the open space that held happy memories for them. Even in the middle of February, the air was warm that close to the Equator, and the sun was high in the sky, shining down on them and their surroundings. The valentine Gilligan had made for Mary Ann was not visible because of the tall grass that surrounded it, but he knew where it was and wanted to lead her there. "Okay, now close your eyes." Having come this far already, she went along with what was asked of her, tightly closing her eyes as he led her out into the warm grass and the soft dirt until he stopped her. Gilligan went behind her back and gently held her arms and gave her the next instruction. "Okay, now open your eyes and see what I made for you. Mary Ann opened her pretty blue eyes and stared at what was in front of her. She opened them wider when she saw Gilligan's work of art, which was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. Her two-day gloom vanished; a wide smile spread across her face and she turned to embrace the man who had worked so hard and so diligently to do such a wonderful thing for her. "Gilli..er, Willy, you are the sweetest man in the world. Nobody has ever given me such a beautiful valentine before." She kissed him on the cheek and leaned back, smiled up at his face and kissed him again, full on his lips this time. As Mary Ann pressed her soft, red lips against those of Gilligan, she opened her mouth wide and tried to plunge her tongue into his. She succeeded, something they had never done on any of their previous sexual encounters. When she broke off the kiss and stepped back, she still held his arm. "Let's dance," she sang out sweetly, continuing to favor him with her dazzling smile. "I can't dance." "Don't worry. I'll dance with you anyhow." The happy brunette released her grip on his arm and twirled away, returning to hold his hand in hers and raise his arm to twirl under it and back again. Once again, she pirouetted away, this time returning to embrace her beau and press her gorgeous body against him. Mary Ann took hold of the hem of Gilligan's sweater and started to pull up on it. He raised one arm, while holding his hat on with the other hand and, when the sweater was pulled free of his head and that arm, held out the other so she could strip the garment off him. With that gone, she started on the buttons of his shirt. "C'mon, Willy. You have to do some of the dancing," she urged. He didn't know exactly what she meant, so he just allowed her to unbutton and pull off his shirt. Facing him again, she showed him what she meant. Mary Ann held the fingers of both his hands and raised them to the neckline of her red and white gingham blouse. Not being overly bright, but also not being a complete idiot, Gilligan knew what she meant then, and he started unfastening the buttons. Unaccustomed to such delicate work, he had some trouble, but eventually succeeded in opening the front of Mary Ann's blouse. She gaily turned her back on him and let him pull it off her. "Now my bra," she told him. He was even more unaccustomed to unfastening that kind of thing, having never done it before, but he persevered and unhooked the clasp. The pink garment came off in his hand, and Mary Ann turned back to face him again, her arms spread and her luscious breasts bouncing and swaying. Once again, she embraced and kissed him, but quickly let go and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. "Lie down," she told him. "No, not there. Right next to your beautiful valentine." He did what she wanted, and Mary Ann removed her sneakers and bobby sox as she knelt beside him, facing the sand and flower heart which was so special to her. She gazed happily at it for a few more seconds, before removing the shoes and socks of the man who had made it for her, followed by pulling his pants the rest of the way off around his feet and setting them aside. His undershorts quickly joined the pile of clothing, and Gilligan lay naked in the soft grass with his cock sticking up into the air. Still looking at her valentine, Mary Ann put her arm under Gilligan's head and kissed him long and hard, their tongues mingling again. During the kiss, she reached down with her other hand to fondle his cock, which was almost fully hard already. The touch of her soft, warm hand quickly turned it completely erect, and she began kissing down the length of his body until her lips were at its base. She didn't particularly care for the feel of his pubic hair, so Mary Ann raised her face until her mouth was directly over Gilligan's stiff cock. Snaking out her tongue, she licked the head, relishing the texture, like warm velvet. She was a virgin, and had no intention of changing it that day. No cock had ever been inside her pussy, but more than a few tongues had stroked all around her there, and she always sucked off her boyfriends and even casual dates. Mary Ann saw no reason to eschew sexual pleasure when she could enjoy orgasms, both her own and those of boys in the back seats of cars and still retain her maidenhead. However, with boys and men she really liked, there were some special things she did, and she liked Gilligan more than any of them just then, so she would do some of the things that had given her partners the most pleasure in the past. While continuing to gaze at her treasured valentine, she slowly, lowered her face, licking Willy's cock in concentric circles until she was caressing under the ridge. She nestled the head between her lips and kept licking, concentrating on the slit for a minute, before lowering her head farther, engulfing his cock in her mouth, her tongue fondling the shaft while she enveloped it. Moving slowly, wanting the wonderful man with her to fully enjoy what she was doing, Mary Ann took his cock all the way into her mouth, even opening her throat so its entire length slid in and his brown pubic hair was tickling her nose and lips. She left it there for almost a minute, her tongue curling around and all over the shaft while she alternated gazing at his cute face and the marvelous valentine Willy had made for her. She had to breathe, though, so Mary Ann slowly raised her face, continuing to lave the cock in her mouth until just the head was cradled between her lips. Not wanting him to cum too quickly, she continued moving slowly and engulfed the hard shaft again, letting her tongue give him the most pleasure she could. For ten minutes, Mary Ann lovingly stroked Gilligan's shaft between her lips and watched the expressions of pleasure flicker across his face while his body squirmed under her. She enjoyed what she was doing too, the feel of his rigid cock surging into her warm, wet mouth and the smooth skin stretched over its hard roundness. It was a delight to both young people, but Mary Ann decided to change slightly and give Willy and herself another kind of sexual pleasure. She took his cock out of her mouth and held it with the fingers of one hand while her other hand held a breast. This was a treat reserved only for her favorites, and she derived a great deal of pleasure from it too, so she started rubbing her nipple against his cock. After a few seconds, she switched breasts and applied her other hard nubbin. Pleasure coursed through her body, and the three-way connection was established between her nipples and her clit. Mary Ann could feel juices begin to flow and drip from her pussy, and she knew this would be another kind of treat for her beau, because he loved licking up all her juices while eating her pussy. Nothing like what Mary Ann was doing had ever happened to Gilligan before. He was getting a tremendous sexual treat, as well as the visual one of looking at the lovely breasts providing it. The slow caresses of Mary Ann's lips had been bringing him slowly in the direction of a climax, but the actions of her erect nipples increased the pace. It got even better for him when she moved to a place between his outstretched legs so she could stroke his cock between those lovely soft mounds. Still gazing raptly at her beautiful valentine, Mary Ann leaned forward until his cock was pressed between her breasts and used her hands to squeeze his shaft between the succulent orbs. This created a delightfully soft channel, and she began slowly caressing Willy's cock between her breasts. The head was close to her mouth with every stroke, and she snaked out her tongue to enjoy the soft, velvety surface again. She continued like that for a long time, pleasuring her boyfriend and herself with her breasts and her soft, smooth face. Sometimes she kissed the head when it approached her mouth. Sometimes she nestled it between her lips and fondled it with her tongue, paying special attention to the slit. Sometimes she licked it and other times Mary Ann turned her face slightly and caressed his cock with her soft cheek. With every stroke, she gave pleasure to her sweetie and to herself, from the sensations her breasts were feeling and from watching the movements of his face and body and knowing she was providing Willy with so much joy. They had plenty of time, so Mary Ann was moving slowly and making their sexual delights last, but she finally felt his cock throbbing between her breasts and knew he was close to cumming. That has always been her favorite part of sucking off a man so, while still observing Gilligan's face and contemplating the valentine he had made, she took his cock back into her mouth. Not wanting him to cum directly down her throat and deprive her of the benefit of the taste and texture of his semen before swallowing it, she only took his cock in as far as the back of her mouth. She sucked faster too, and kept her tongue prepared to catch the viscous fluid he was about to ejaculate.