Part 2, following "Mary's calamitous revenge"
When Mary woke she was face down, and the gentle touch of a hand was running up and down her back and over her ass. It felt nice, sensual. It was on the edge of tickling, bringing her goosebumps out. The hand drifted down the back of her thighs. Mary gasped at the first gentle kiss on the back of her neck. The hand held her ass gently, rather than squeezing it. When her thighs were pushed she opened them. The kissing moved to her shoulder, the hand to her pussy. She was sore, but it was gentle, ever so gentle. Slowly a finger dipped in and drew wetness from her. A tiny slop-slop-slop started as the kisses continued back to her neck.
Mary suspected it wasn't Bud, he didn't seem capable of making her feel that nice - but she dared not to turn around and find out. Better not to know for sure. Maybe Bud had calmed down after the sex and more beer.
A sound like a lid flicking open was followed by a coldness on her slit. For a moment Mary jumped. The finger at her vagina began seamlessly and painlessly sliding through her slit. It felt like a beautiful soothing gel was being rubbed into her sensitive spot. The kissing started at her neck again as the finger pushed slowly into her vagina. It felt exponentially better than earlier. Mary opened her legs further, giving more room.
A bare erection rubbed against her hip, causing her to shudder. It was hot and it was hard. The hand in her vagina came away and Mary felt oil being poured directly onto her ass and hips. The guy behind her directed most of the oil back down to her pussy, pushing some of it inside. Next, it felt like he was pouring it on himself. Her body was pulled up onto her side. One of her legs was lifted. He shuffled to get in place, pointing his cock at her pussy, rubbing the tip up and down the inside of her flaps. It was silken smooth. When he held his cock to her clit and rubbed it, Mary's hips flicked. When he moved to enter her, she leaned forward to better let it in.
"Oh god," Mary whispered as the cock slid seamlessly into her, oiled up as they both were. The cock struck into its natural depth and held for a minute. Then it started giving her tiny little fucks, twisting her around so her flaps could feel the base of his cock pushing around them in a circle.
"What's your name?" the male voice behind her asked.
"Ah," Mary gasped at one of the mini thrusts. "Bud? Where's Bud?"
"I don't know. Who is Bud? Is he your boyfriend?"
"He's the guy... ah... ah.. that I came here with."
"He's not here now. Everyone's gone. Except you. In my bed."
"He's gone?" Mary turned and asked, to see if the guy was telling the truth.
"He's gone," he said into her eyes, then gave a long slow stroke out and back into her pussy. "It's just us two."
Mary turned away and said nothing. The guy fucked her slowly, the slop of the oil mixed in with her juices making noises as he went.
"He is your boyfriend?" the guy asked again.
Mary shook her head as the guy struck up her and held himself there.
"Okay. What's your name?"
For Mary, it was the strangest question of her life. A guy had his penis inside her and they'd never met. They'd never spoken a word to each other. She had never even seen his face before his bare erection was inside her vagina. What did it matter what her name was?
"Mary."
"Mary. Okay. I've got to say, Mary, your cunt feels really good. It's been a long time since I've felt a grip like yours," the guy said, moving in and out slowly and carefully. "You can't have fucked many guys before."
Mary turned back to look at him. His face seemed nice. He was older than her, maybe five years, maybe more. She shook her head. The way she looked at him must have given it away.
"This Bud guy. He took your virginity tonight?"
Mary nodded, then turned back and sobbed. She had been holding on but she couldn't anymore. Her pussy squeezed on the cock inside her as she wept for herself. There was no one else to blame so she cried for herself.
The guy came forward and spooned her, reaching around to hold a breast in one hand and push her back into his front. He kissed her ear and neck gently. His cock stayed up her but he kept it still.
"It's okay. It's okay. Cry. These things are never as you expect."
That piece of understanding made her sob even more. Having a guy kissing her so affectionately and toying with her breasts as she cried somehow made the sex more intimate. That he should fuck her and feel her up in the most gentle way through her guilt-ridden sorrow was strangely comforting.
"Did he cum in you?" the guy asked. She nodded, crying even more.
"And then he left you behind in my bed. And you've got nowhere to go?"
"I don't," Mary admitted through sniffles.
"So you're stuck here having sex with me instead?"
Mary sniffled and nodded.
"Do you mind?" he asked her, changing breasts with his hand and giving a slow stroke out and back in. "Your cunt feels seriously nice."
"If I let you... can I stay here til morning?" Mary asked.
"Of course!"
"Then... it's alright. You can... keep doing it..."
"That's nice," he said, drifting his finger from nipple to nipple, then down to her clit as fucked her faster. "But do you mind if we shower first, to wash him out of you."
Mary nodded. It would be nice to clean up.
"Can I sleep a little bit first, I'm so tired."
"Shower first, then you can sleep til lunch. Deal?"
When the guy pulled himself out of her it was slowly and with care. For a brief moment, Mary felt empty. He got up and held out his hand, helping her lift to her feet.
"Wow. You are gorgeous," he said honestly appraising her, despite the mess on her face from the tears.
He held out his hand to shake hers.
"I'm Wesley. Nice to meet you... well, nice to find you in my bed."
Mary gave half a smile and shook his hand, both of them naked, his erection shiny in the blue light from being inside her.
"I'm Mary," Mary told him again.
"This way, Mary," he said.
The blue of the bedroom gave way to the entirely red light of the bathroom. Mary wanted to ask but was too tired. She looked at herself in a mirror. Bathed in red light the hickeys on her neck and breasts were extreme, as was her running makeup. Her hair was a mess, top and bottom.
Wesley stood behind her and cupped both breasts.
"That Bud guy did this?" he asked, fingering a hickey. Mary nodded. "They won't be gone in a hurry."
Mary leaned back into him as he lightly palmed her breasts. If Bud had been more like this she may not feel so rotten about jumping into bed with him. Her heart rate rose and she found herself pushing her ass back against Wesley's erection.
"Wash up first," he whispered in her ear.
Mary's first shower with another person was a good experience, despite how tired she was. Wesley used sandalwood gel and a soft sponge to wash her gently, then massaged shampoo into her hair, as skillfully as any salon masseuse would. He used a razor on his own light stubble and then kneeled before her.
"I like girls shaved," he said as he swept the razor through the middle of her bush. It didn't take him long to finish, Wesley looked like he'd done it before. It felt strange to run her hand over a smooth soft mound and flaps. Some of her girlfriends did it, the ones with dirty boyfriends, but Mary never thought she would.
They dried with fluffy clean towels. Mary was surprised a guy kept his house so well. Everywhere was neat, tidy, clean.
Back in the blue of the bedroom, he plugged a hairdryer into the wall near the bed. Mary knelt on the floor facing him as he sat on the edge, fingers running through her hair, drying it for her. The guy caught her staring at his penis. He reached down for her hand, putting it on his crotch. Mary instinctively tugged. She was amazed as it grew hard in her hand. What a fascinating creation, she thought. Nature is weird.
Wesley put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face close to his pelvis. Mary wasn't so naïve that she didn't know what he wanted. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and let her head be pushed onto his cock. It was one thing to have a penis inside her body down there between her legs, but another to have it inside her face; up close and personal. In a way, her mouth was more precious than her vagina. As terrifying as the thought of pregnancy was, it seemed natural when Bud ejaculated in her womb, it was where it was meant to go. If the same was to happen in her mouth, it would be shocking.
Wesley could tell Mary didn't know what to do with her head.
"Honey. Stop. Just kiss it, or lick it like an ice cream. Or you can suck like you're trying to get something out from inside."
He was grateful Mary tried sucking first. She did surprisingly well.
"Wow. Brilliant. Just like that. You're a natural."
Mary went red, bathed as she was in blue light. She held his shaft and bobbed her head.
