A Very Merry Mary and Larry

Chapter 1 a bruised ego, or a stroked one

This story is written from a shifting point of view. The POV character’s of each chapter shall be indicated by their name in a separate paragraph immediately before the paragraph that is from their POV. Like so


Larry

My name is Larry Garry. Yeah-yeah, it rhymes, whatever. But that’s not what’s important. What really matters is my new girlfriend, Mary. I love my girlfriend, I don’t care if my friends and family call her names. She isn’t a hussy, a slut, or a whore. She just loves her body and isn’t afraid to show it off. I can’t blame her either, I love her body too. I even love that she likes to show it off with tight clothes. Mary’s body is enough to make a man drool. Or a woman, I’m not discriminating, just horny. She has a gargantuan chest. I’d never asked her for measurements because that would be dumb, but I would guess it’s at least a D cup, maybe a DD? She has brown hair and light skin. I honestly can’t tell if she’s European, Asian, or Latina. She’s probably some kind of mix. I’d bet money that Mary is at least a D cup, maybe even more. Wait, did I say that already? Sorry. It’s kind of a big D. A big deal. I don’t know her exact weight either, but I’d guess somewhere under 150? What I do know is that she has just enough body fat to be soft and cushioned everywhere, but not a lot beyond that. Mary is a fairly average height, I’d say 5’3” or 5’4, maybe 5”5’ at most.” Her butt is huge, and perfectly soft. Like everything else on the woman, and it constantly makes me want to have sex, also like everything else about the woman.

But she isn’t a whore! She hasn’t even slept with anyone but me, ever. I know, we took each others V cards a week after getting together. It just, I don’t know, happened one day. But she isn’t promiscuous, I know that with absolute certainty. Granted, nobody would have guessed it with her behavior. Mary liked to wear clothes that are more than a bit too small. She said that she loves it when guys look at her lustfully. It makes her feel beautiful, it makes her feel powerful, and it makes her feel superior to others, because she knows they’ll always want her, but never get any. Then Mary talked about how she loves the way it looks when fabric digs into her a bit and leaves mountains and valleys out of her body, making her feel even sexier. This would’ve been fine if the girl hadn’t said it in front of my whole family at a little get together over dinner. Which is where the problems began.

We were all sitting around the table at my grandma’s place chatting. In all honesty I’d already forgotten what event all this was for, but the whole family sat around the table. There were about a dozen people dining together, and Mary was the only one not related to me by blood. My uncle Jim was there, when im feeling nice I’ll call him “a bit outspoken.” By which I mean he was head of the rumor mill and had no damned filter between his brain and mouth. So, when he offhandedly called Mary my “Little slut,” I was mad. Mad, but not surprised. What did surprise me was that nobody else said a word. Even my parents, who were normally quick to shut the man down, just ate in silence, as if they hadn’t heard him at all. I suspected that it was because they agreed, which only made me madder. Jim just stared at me across the table wearing a smug grin that he knew I couldn’t stand. It was like he was daring me to do something. So, it was down to me to defend my girl’s honor. Yes, like we live in the seventeenth century. So I grabbed my sword and. . . No, not really. I stood up at the table and glared at my uncle as fury built up in me. Mary did her best to remain silent and composed. I said “What did you just say?” and Jim just smirked and smugly spoke “You heard me, kid. Why don’t you just take your little slut and go fuck like bunnies. I know its what you you’d rather be doing right now anyway.” Well, he was right, I would easily prefer that to this. I’d prefer that to just about anything, and I’d prefer almost anything to where I was right now. But I wasn’t going to back down without a fight. So I did something a bit crazy in hindsight, I dove across the table and grabbed my uncle’s face, sending bits of food and cutlery flying in every direction. Once I had I slammed Jim’s nose into the table. There was a loud crack as his nose hit the wooden table. I’m sure that everybody heard that sound too. For a brief moment the room fell silent. There was no more chatter, no more clinking of silverware or chewing, nothing but the dragging sound of my uncle Jim sliding down the table, followed by a thunk when he fell back into his chair, unconscious.

Before the silence ended my grandma Ann stood up. Then she spoke just loudly enough for me to hear her clearly across the room, “Okay, I get it. You’re young and got a fire in ya. Jim was really was being a twat too. so I don’t hate ya for it, but I’m not gonna sit here and allow violence in my house.” She pointed out the door and said “So, leave.” With no further explanation. I wasn’t going to beg for forgiveness, and I wasn’t going to argue either. So I stood up and held a hand out to my “little slut,” saying “Come on. Let’s go.”

We went back to my place and did exactly what Jim thought we would do. Twice. So, I guess he wasn’t wrong after all. I don’t care, I still hated my uncle after that, and so began the rumors and name calling. Later I found out that everyone thought that I was a psychopath, or worse, that Mary couldn’t do anything but fuck me for protecting her. They’d probably think it even more if they’d known what happened when we got home. But even if everyone thinks I’m just a violent and horny kid who’s lost his wits to hormonal bologna and the discovery of sex, I really do love Mary, I love her deeply and truly. To be honest, I know my mind really is clouded by sex, but I don’t care. Marry is beautiful, she loves me, and yes, she is sex incarnate. It’s only a month into our relationship and we’ve already had sex more than twice as many times as we’ve been on dates. Even when we do go out together, the dates themselves have become little more than foreplay for Marry it seems. I’m pretty sure sex is the only thing on her mind during the dates, which means we match more or less. If we go out to eat she spends every moment before the food shows up playing with me under the table. Then we eat as quickly as we can before running off to bed together the second we’re home. Even after we fuck, we mostly just look at and feel each other’s bodies. Which inevitably leads to a second round. I’m not complaining, I always want more. Not just more sex either, more of her and more of our time together and yes, more sex too. I think I may have put on a few pounds just going out to eat with the girl, since I know what always follows.

One night after dinner, between rounds In bed we lied down on my bed completely naked on our sides, arm in arm and legs intertwined. I looked into Mary’s eyes and took in the scent and feel of her body. Mary said “Hey Larry?” I looked at her silently in the dark, as I caressed her body with one hand while my other arm served as a pillow for the naked nymph who lay beside me.

Mary continued, “Thank you, thank you for everything. I know you’ve probably been fighting off your whole family for me behind the scenes for a while. Then that asshole Jim called me a slut, and you stood up to him for me. But I haven’t been able to think of a way to make it up to you. It’s like dates and sex are all I have to off-“ I don’t know what came over me just then, I wanted to make her stop hating herself, besides, I wanted to feel her touch again. So I kissed her. It worked, the kiss stopped Mary’s little self loathing speech before it could really get going. Then Marry did exactly what I’d hoped and returned the kiss wholeheartedly as she held me in a tight embrace.

God this feels good. It’s weird, I think I like these Make out sessions as much as the actual sex. They always lead to just that anyway. But the stuff that leads to sex gas always been my favorite. Maybe Jim was right, maybe I am just horny as hell. I was broken out of my thoughts by a hand gently stroking me somewhere very sensitive. “I love you Larry.” Marry said simply, as I felt her other hand reach around to my back. “Oh, not ready yet?” she said as she moved up the bed a bit, putting her breasts directly next to my face. “Well, I think I can change that.” She said as she pulled my face closer to her chest. Mary’s scent flooded my mind as I put one of her nipples into my mouth. Then my girlfriend moaned almost instantly. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that sound. God I love this woman. It’s like her goal in life is to keep me horny and fucking as much as is humanly possible. If it is, she’s succeeding. My hands went all over her body. Cupping her gigantic breasts, grabbing her ass and feeling the soft flesh fill the spaces between my fingers as I squeezed. I gently traced a hand against her clit. I could smell Mary’s pussy without even lowering my head slightly. It made me want to go again already. I continued to suck on my girlfriend’s nipple, putting a hand on her other breast and gently teasing her clit with the other. As I began to gently twist and flick her nipple I flicked my tongue across the other nipple. Mary moaned again, “Yes.” Again and again as I moved my hands and tongue faster. I felt her hands against my back, it was like she was trying to pull me into herself as she squeezed me tightly. Mary’s hands found the back of my head and pressed it directly into her cleavage, burying my face even more deeply into her chest to the point that that I didn’t even mind losing my tongue’s grip on her nipple. Everything about the moment was exhilarating. The woman’s scent filled my mind, the feeling of every touch, the memory of when we last did it. God, it made me want her so badly that it hurt. I needed another go. Good timing too, as I didn’t even notice how ready I was till our wild escapades put me directly into Mary. I’m assuming it was by instinct since it actually was not intentional, as I was unaware of it. Mary screamed “Yes!” as she wrapped her legs around me and squeezed. Her screams of yes, more, harder, and other lines of wanton desire echoed through my mind. I obeyed my horny mistress without hesitation and with everything I had.

Eventually the words that my girlfriend screamed devolved into a wordless moan that got louder and louder until it turned into a scream. The scream grew even louder for a moment, until it finally came to an end, suddenly falling silent. The two of us each reached climax in perfect synchronicity, as if it were somehow planned. Once we’d both finished my girlfriend’s hungry hands became a gentle thing, tracing up and down my body until I fell asleep.

Mary

Yeah, that proves it, I love this guy. Even now, after our second round, I wanted more. As Larry snored quietly beside me my hope for another round began to fade. But I still wanted more, no, I needed more. It was a primal urge that demanded action. As Larry slept I moved my hands up and down his body, taking in how he felt, how he smelled, even how he tasted on the tip of my tongue as simply breathing through my nose turned into outright smelling the man and then licking his neck. Yet, Larry never woke. God I felt horny. I ended up rubbing myself with the fingers of one hand. Two fingers went into myself with one on my clit. Yet, I couldn’t get off again. Not from just my fingers anyway. I ended up squeezing my legs together and writhing in desire as every ounce of my mind and body cried out for more. I grew so desperate that I grabbed my pants off of the floor and pulled the phone out of my pocket to mind materials that could help me to masturbate. I felt bad doing this right next to my boyfriend, but I needed something. So I punched in Pornhub onto the search bar to see something that made me so upset that I screamed again, this time in sheer frustration. A small, pixilated dinosaur appeared on my phone screen to tell me I had no connection. Suddenly it hit me that I had screamed next to a sleeping man and a bolt of fear shot down my spine. But nothing more came of it as Larry snoozed on. So I checked my snoring boyfriend’s phone to see that it was locked, and with a code I did not know.

So, I got up and sat on a chair at the dining room table, staring at the fridge mindlessly as I continued to touch myself, desperately trying to get off. I managed to do something akin to edging on accident, the need to orgasm grew stronger and stronger in my mind and between my legs, with no hope of satisfaction. So I said “Fuck it.” In frustration as I stood up and went to the fridge/freezer on autopilot. I opened the freezer, continuing, “I can at least feel good some other way. There it was, a giant tub of Rocky Road ice cream

I took the tub, quickly grabbed a spoon, and sat down at the table, still frustrated as fuck, but now with something to do. I tossed the lid aside and dug my spoon into the tub, pulling out a giant spoonful of ice cream. “Fuck bowls,” I muttered as I put the spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. God this stuff was good. An explosion of textures and flavors filled my mind. The little nuts in there gave something hard and crunchy, the marshmallows were soft and chewy, and everything was drenched in delicious chocolate. I don’t know why, bout as I ate my mind returned to that dinner with Larry’s family. Maybe he was right, I was so horny right now I’d sell my soul for a fucking vibrator.

I was still full from my meal with Larry. But I needed this, so I ate anyway. It had been so long since I’ve eaten on a full stomach that I didn’t even remember the last time. But now this ice cream made me smile. It made me forget how damned horny I was. It even made me forget that meal with that asshole Jim. “God this shit is good.” I said as I took another bite. In hindsight I should have realized that it felt way to good to eat just then, that something was compelling me to shove something into my mouth. But no, my only thought was of the next bite, if even that.

Larry

I awoke from a pleasant dream of, well, of what was happening just before I fell asleep anyway. I still firmly remembered my dream. In it Mary told me that she wanted us to explore each other’s naked bodies till we thought of each other naked almost constantly. My thoughts were broken by a sudden realization that the literal woman of my dreams was gone. As I wondered where she was I heard a familiar moan from the kitchen. I popped out of the bedroom to see my girlfriend sitting at the table. She had one hand in her pants and the other rubbed her stomach. As I came into the room I heard her screaming in much the same way she did as we finished in bed. After her scream hit a crescendo she dropped down to her elbows, gasping like she’d been underwater for a bit longer than was wise. She noticed me said “Hi” before breathing heavily

As I walked up to Mary she sat at the table, groaning lightly and clutching her stomach like someone was trying to take it from her. I asked “Hey Mary, what’s going on?” and she looked at me with an expression I had never seen on her face before. I couldn’t tell what it meant exactly, but it contained notes of desire, contentment, happiness, confusion, and pain. As well as a few things I legitimately had no idea about. Mary answered me, “I think I found what I want in life.” In a voice that was WAY too serious. I asked “What do you mean?” and she responded “Promise you won’t call me crazy?” then continued once I’d nodded. “Okay. It’s hard to put into words but, after you fell asleep I wanted to go again. Since you were out like a light I tried to handle it myself, but I couldn’t finish. Eventually I got frustrated and decided to try some ice cream to distract myself, and now for the part that’s hard to put into words.” Mary paused for a minute before continuing, with a glint in her eyes and a grin to replace the uncertain expression she’d worn until now. Mary said “It’s like, a cross between getting off normally, and that warm feeling of contentedness you get when you’re so hungry that you eat far too much. I feel, I don’t know happy? I feel warm. I feel excited. I feel like I need to do this again ASAP.” And she burped, putting a fist over her mouth and blushing a bit from embarrassment. I asked “How soon?” and she answered “Honestly? I wish I could right now. But I know I can’t, my stomach is already so full that it hurts like hell.”

I must have worn my surprise a little too strongly, as Mary stood up and fled to my room to get dressed. She spoke as she did, but it felt nothing like my girlfriend speaking normally. It was all generic platitudes and niceties about how it was a wonderful night, said quickly as she left. At three A.M.. . .

Mary

I drove home with my mind reeling. Every fast food joint I passed on my way home screamed at me to stop and get more food. “What’s wrong with me?” I muttered as I drove by a Raising Cane’s and my stomach rumbled. It sounded hungry, despite having eaten all that ice cream, despite the pain of over-fullness still in my stomach. “No,” I said out loud to the empty car. But why not? Was It even important to me? I don’t live off of my looks, and I’m not trying to meet a new guy. My only fear is that Larry wouldn’t like it. But does that really matter? The Garry family isn’t the only one screaming that this relationship only exists because of horny twenty year olds. My own was afraid of the same, and it made me go fuck him again to shake off the thoughts. But is that the right action? I felt guilty even considering this. But I just found out that a tub of ice cream can give me a better orgasm than Larry can, and it’s not like I have a wide field of suitors to compare him too.

I shook my head, saying “No.” out loud as I parked at my apartment complex. “Didn’t I just say I loved him?” though the idea created a neat and clean fallback plan, in the event that I was wrong and the relationship fell apart I’d still have ice cream. But for now, I would try to keep my man happy.


Yet, as I walked back to my apartment all that I could think of was my experience alone, the one with the ice cream. “Maybe I can have both.” I mumbled as I opened her door. “Maybe I can get Larry on board with this whole eating thing. I’d have to start going to the gym though, lest I become a real pig.” When I got to bed I laid down and stretched as I yawned, lying in bed and closing my eyes to have my first night of post stuffing rest.