The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 3

by Ronk

To those who have been waiting for Part 3 and beyond. My apologies for such a long delay. Life someone said happens. But I'm back!

Just being that close to Sylvia during the interview had made me so hot that I could hardly keep from just forcing myself on her right there.

I knew something had changed in me as I walked home that evening. I felt irritated and there was something else, an emotion I couldn't recognize just yet.

I wasn't on my period, I knew that emotion very well, Bitchy. No this was something entirely different.

I stopped walking immediately as I became aware of this new powerful emotion. Aggression, something I had never dreamed I could experience. After all my father had done to me. He was an aggressive slobbering male who forced himself on me and raped me.

Until now, I had always thought of myself as a frightened little rabbit who took comfort in staying in the shadows. But as I stood in the middle of the sidewalk in the glow of the street lights I resolved to explore this new powerful emotion and see where it was going.

I began walking again and as I turned a corner I realized how horny I still was. The urge was almost overwhelming so I decided to cross the street and visit my favorite trashy sex shop to gather a few things to get me through the weekend.

As I entered the dingy shop I headed right to the section which was filled with magazines, tapes and books all on my favorite subjects, Lesbians. I'd been here many times looking through every item on the subject. As I searched for something to ease my passions, I noticed a very strange looking young woman. I guessed maybe in her 20's. She was dressed in the gothic style that so many young girls around the University liked to wear.

She looked to be 5'8, about 110 ponds. Her jet black hair cascaded down her back to just above her tight perfect bottom. Her makeup was stark yet alluring. Deep blood red lips and dark mascara with a touch of pale white foundation. She wore black fingerless leather gloves on each hand which drew my attention to her black well manicured nails. she was a stunning vision dressed in black and purple. Her black top tightly hugged ample breasts and the purple corset which squeezed her waist further forced her breasts to beg for release. My eyes focused for a moment on her nipples as they vainly tried to force their way out of the silky material.

I continued my lustful journey down the rest of her body, pausing to take in the vision of her entire outfit which included a pleated purple and black mini skirt and black silk stocking held up by black garters. My secret journey stopped at her shiny black boots.

She showed no interest in my presence just a few feet away. All her attention was focused on a black and red bound book which she read intently seeming to block everything else out.

Then abruptly she closed the book and placed it back on the shelf, turning as if to leave she stopped and starred into my eyes. A predatory stare, hard and hungry.

She walked right up to me starring deeply into my eyes her blood red lips just inches from mine.

"I've seen you in here before, am I right?"

"Yes, I'm here at least once a week." I said meekly, feeling every bit the scared bunny rabbit.

"I noticed you've been watching me, do you like what you see?"

"Umm....Well."

"Come-on chicky spit it out, I haven't got all night." She commanded.

I was stunned into complete silence by her abruptness. Unable to speak, I just continued to stare into her dark Brown eyes.

"Hmm," she said, as she reached under my chin and pulled me into her lips.

Her tongue forced its way past my lips pushing my tongue aside as she searched the inside of my mouth. Her kiss was forceful and hungry, full of passion and aggression.

The kiss lasted forever and when she finally pushed me free with one hand she held my head and with that fixed almost angry stare she said.

"If you want some excitement in your little world, meet me right here next week."

Before she left she reached inside her black leather bag and handed me a stained silky laced handkerchief.

"Clean yourself up, chicky you look down right scary with that red lipstick smeared all over your face."

I took the offering into my trembling hand as she turned and left the shop.

It took me a few moments to clear my mind, I soon located the restroom in the back and found the sink and mirror.

The room smelled of heavy disinfectants and the one sorry light bulb didn't provide a lot of light. I was shocked at what I saw in the scratched dingy mirror.

My makeup was smeared from my face leaving a hugh red stain from her lipstick all over my mouth and cheeks. I looked like I had just gone down on a bloody pussy.

I took the handkerchief and moistened it with warm water from the stained sink. As I began to erase the red lipstick stain from my face, I recognized a familiar strong scent coming from her handkerchief.

I held it closer to my nose and breathed the musky smell in as deep as I could. It had been a long time since I'd been this close to the unmistakable bouquet of pussy.

I cleaned myself up and did my best to reapply my makeup. I stuffed her gift into my clutch purse and left the restroom even more horny then when I arrived.

Before I left the shop I was determined to find the book she was reading. After a few minutes of searching the Lesbian Alternative section I located it.

It was hard bound, about two inches thick with a red leather binding and a black cover. The title made me even more aroused.

"Young Dykes and their prey." " How to successfully gain control of innocent girls"

I bought the book and a few other magazines that caught my eye and quickly headed home.