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Marilyn

By: trevorm



"Ralphy..? RALPH!" Mrs Bone's voice called shrilly from the foot of the stairs where she stood wiping her hands on a towel. "Your breakfast is cold and you're going to be late for work again."

Ralph rolled over in his bed and groaned. He could hear his mother's voice somewhere through the blur. He hated mornings, they should be banned as being bad for your health. He checked the clock. 7:43. There was no way he was going to make the eight o'clock bus now. The next one was on the half-hour, the time he should be clocking in. That would be another black mark against his name. He'd already been late two times this week and it was only Thursday. This would make it three days out of four. If Jessop's dished out prizes for being late he'd win hands down.

Jim Gosling, Ralph's boss at work, would once again be reading him the riot act when he got in. What a drag this work lark was. He imagined sunning it up on some exotic island somewhere, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful girls, rubbing suntan lotion into his shoulders, feeding him Sangria or Pina Colada, all sharing in the proceeds of his newly-found fame and fortune. Which kind of reminded him he hadn't done the lottery yet for Saturday night's draw, mustn't forget that, because 'you've got to be in it to win it'.

He dressed quickly, brushed his teeth and splashed some water over his face. When he got downstairs, his mother was already in her coat, ready to go off to work at the Oakleigh Care Home.

"I don't know, Ralphy," she said, "You're going to lose that job, if you're not careful. Why don't you get up when your alarm goes off?"

"Because it doesn't always go off at the moment, Mum. It needs a new battery." He looked down at the kitchen table. "What do you call this?"

"Don't start, Ralphy! If your breakfast is spoiled it's your own stupid fault."

"It looks all greasy!"

"Well of course it does -- it's been there for a quarter of an hour. That egg and bacon was lovely when I first cooked it. I could've eaten it myself. I don't know why I bother, sometimes."

"You should've kept it warm under the grill."

"What did your last slave die of, cheeky begger? If you can't be bothered to get up in time for it, then I'm not going to bother doing it in future." 

Mrs Bone finished buttoning her coat and fussed with her hair in front of the mirror, picked up her bag from the worktop and headed for the door. "You want some dinner saved this evening, Ralphy? I'm doing mince."

"Best not, Mum. It's pool night down the pub... we get a buffet -- decent grub!"

"You're treading on thin ice, my lad."

Ralph went over to give her a goodbye kiss. "See you later, Mum."

"Bye love." The door closed behind her.

Ralph looked at the food that had been left for him, the congealing egg staring back at him like an accusing eye. He prodded it with his fork, rupturing it and the cold yolk oozed. He felt his stomach do a funny flip-flop, picked up the plate and scooped the mess into the swing-bin.

He glanced at the wall clock. It was now two minutes past eight. It would have to be the eight-thirty bus now. That would mean he'd miss the clock by around 17 minutes. Why did the world seem to revolve around time all the time? Why did everything have to be done by a given hour? Why did everybody have to be somewhere at a certain time? It was just so senseless. Most people worked flexi-hours these days, but Jessop's were stuck in the dark ages. What a drag.

He drank half a cup of the by-now lukewarm tea that had been left him and shuddered. Then he tipped the rest down the sink, grimacing as he did so. He put the dishes in the sink, took his denim jacket off the hook in the hallway and went out into the morning, trying to figure out what excuse he was going to give Jim Gosling this time. He'd used just about every one in the book, and some!

"Good effort, Ralph," said Phil sarcastically, looking up from the bench where he was working. He was screwing a transformer onto an electronics chassis. "I've been waiting for you to wire this lot up. I'm stuck till you've done your bit."

Ralph huffed. "Give us a chance to get me jacket off, Phil, for crying out loud!"

"You should get here on time, Ralphy, said Dave, not looking up from the PCB he was soldering. "Gosling's gunning for you again!"

"Anyone got the kettle on?" said Ralph, showing his normal concern.

But before anyone could answer, Jim Gosling poked his head out the door of his office and said: "Ralph..? May I have a word? Now!"

"Told yer, Ralphy," said Dave. "He was doing his nut earlier when you hadn't showed up."

"Yeah, and some!" said Phil. "He's dead worried we're not going to get this order out by tomorrow, and I can't blame him."

"Wish me luck, lads." Ralph took off his jacket, put it over the back of his chair, and skulked towards Jim Gosling's office. Jim was already sitting behind his desk.

"Sit down, would you, Ralph," he said.

Ralph could tell by the look on Jim's face that he meant business, so he struck first. "I had one or two problems this morning, Mr Gosling..."

"Oh, yes? What was it this time? Or shall I take my pick? I know most of your excuses now by heart."

"I can explain, honest!"

"Don't bother, Ralph. Your talent for inventing excuses far exceeds your talent for timekeeping. I'm giving you a final warning. I cannot tolerate this lateness of yours. And your attitude and workmanship lately has been appalling. I've had at least half-a-dozen of your sub-assemblies fail inspection over the last couple of weeks."

Jim picked up a bundle of inspection reports from his desk and gave them a cursory glance, then continued: 'Dry-joints' from bad soldering mainly. That's just sloppy, Ralph. I know you can do better than this. I hope you'll excuse the pun, but it seems to me you're living up to your name -- 'Bone Idle'.

"Look, if we don't get this order for Simtec Electrical out by tomorrow afternoon, we could lose them and I don't need to tell you how important a customer they are to us.

"Can't you see that you let other people down when you're late. You're as much part of a team as anyone else. You have good ability, but you're lazy. You could achieve a lot, but you constantly fritter away your time in a daydream. I had high hopes for you when you first came to Jessop's... blah...blah...blah..."

And suddenly Ralph was on his tropical island again, a busty blonde in a bright yellow bikini was just about to pour Sangria into his mouth from a carafe, her shining suntanned breasts tipping enticingly towards him as she leaned over.

"Open wide, Ralphy, sweetie."

"Oh Miranda, I think I'd prefer a gin and—"

"What was that?" said Jim Gosling, looking perplexed.

"Huh..? Oh, I said, I'd prefer it, Jim, if—"

"And I'd prefer it if you referred to me as Mr Gosling. I believe familiarity in the workplace breeds contempt."

"Yes, Mr Gosling, sorry Mr Gosling."

"And your sarcasm is not appreciated, Ralph."

And so the sermon went on, Ralph glancing up at the clock as his boss's words went in one ear and out the other.

It was nearly nine o' clock before he emerged from Gosling's office with the beginnings of a dull headache taking hold. 

"What happened, Ralphy? What did he say?" said Phil.

"Yeah," said Dave, "I bet Jim gave you a right ear-bashing."

"Well, he certainly didn't offer me a rise, that's for sure."

"I don't know, Ralphy, you'll have to pull your socks up mate," said Phil.

"Jim's really getting the arse over you, Ralph. He won't take much more, you know that, don't you?"

"Yeah. He gave me a final warning."

"Look mate, we don't want to see you given the elbow. Just make a bit of an effort, that's all you need to do."

"Look lads, give us a break."

"We're only saying for your own good, Ralph," said Dave. "I mean, what's the problem about getting here on time?"

"You lot are beginning to sound like my old mum. She gave me a right ear-bashing this morning."

Dave and Phil glared at Ralph with a look that said, "Well, what do you expect?" They actually said nothing, knowing they'd be wasting their breath.

Five o' clock couldn't come quick enough for Ralph. He managed to catch up on his work, after first sorting out his inspection failures. But his mind kept flitting off to his fantasy island, to Miranda, to Tara, to Honey and the other beauties who were attending to his every need...

"See you at the pub tonight, Ralphy?" said Phil, who was also part of the Angler's Arms pool team.

"Sure, what time you getting there?"

"About 7:30. Make sure you're there in good time so we can get the playing order sorted out. The Red Lion have some good players, so we need to match up."

The bus home was crowded and Ralph had to stand. Not that he was complaining. He found himself in rather close proximity to a shapely brunette who glared her disapproval at him when the bus pulled up suddenly and they bumped together. Before he could apologise and open a conversation, she had huffed and turned away. She looked and smelled divine and Ralph wondered what it would be like offering her a lift and taking her for a ride in his brand new Mercedes SL sports car that he'd just taken delivery of. That would impress her all right, no danger.

Thinking about his favourite car reminded him again he must get the lottery tickets for himself and his mum for Saturday's draw. 'You've got to be in it to win it.'

On the way down to the pub Ralph took a detour. He was running late as usual, but he needed to get some money from the cash machine. He punched in his PIN, selected the amount and waited for the notes to emerge from the slot. Then he tucked them safely in his wallet and headed off in the direction of The Angler's Arms in River Lane.

His route took him through part of the High Street, past Woolies and BHS, the coffee bars, bistros and restaurants, Boots the chemists and on towards the Square. He turned the corner into Duke Street, and passed another parade of shops, a butcher's and an off-licence and a ladies fashion shop -- Marilyn Fashions.

The shop window was brightly lit with various mannequins modelling the latest designs. Strategically placed spotlights showed their best features to advantage. As he walked on past he had the peculiar feeling that he was being watched. It was most odd. He stopped for a moment and peered into the shop window. Nothing untoward there, just the half-a-dozen or so models staring their cold, lifeless gazes out into the gloom.

They reminded him very much of those street entertainers that you come across in the cities, where they cover themselves in metallic paint and stand absolutely still and unblinking for ages and you are never quite sure if they're real or not. Sooner or later though, if you waited long enough, they would eventually spring into life and frighten the living daylights out of anyone who was watching, even though those same people were always half-expecting it to happen anyway.

Ralph shrugged his shoulders and began walking again. He had taken no more than half-a-dozen steps when he heard something... or rather thought he did. He stood stock still and listened for a moment, but all he could hear now was the wind gusting and an empty beer can blowing along the pavement.

Somewhere he thought he heard his name being called. It was quiet and distant, but for some reason it made him want to go back and look in the shop window. There was one mannequin that seemed quite different to the others, in more ways than one. She appeared more natural than the others, and although older looking she definitely had a lot going for her. Her curves were more full and rounded than the normal skinny ones. In fact, Ralph had to admit she was very voluptuous, sexy even. She was a sort of throw-back to the forties and fifties when an hourglass figure was the vogue. Her hair was platinum blonde and parted in a style that reminded Ralph of a certain fifties Hollywood icon whose Warholian image he'd seen staring out from the pages of various men's magazines along with those of James Dean and Jim Morrison.

She had on a low-cut, midnight-blue evening gown, seductively slit up the side to reveal a flash of thigh. My goodness, she was quite something, he thought, and for just a moment he was transfixed by her beauty. He had the feeling that if he were to stand and stare long enough, she would surely have to give in and move a facial muscle or something, or at least blink. My God, how real she looked. He allowed his eyes to drift away from her face, downwards over her generous cleavage and her flat tummy and the wide flare of her hips, all the way down to her ankles.

"You must called Marilyn," he said to himself at last, and as he said it he felt sure there was a change of expression in her face, a faint smile or a lowering of the eyelids, almost indiscernible, yet something had happened, he was sure of it. Or was it all just imagination?

Then, almost as suddenly as he'd come under the mannequin's spell, he felt totally foolish. He looked at his watch and saw that he was already fifteen minutes late. Pete Baker, the pool team captain, would have something to say about it when he eventually got to The Angler's Arms. Ah, well... too bad!

There was another gust of wind that sent the beer can clattering further down the street. He shivered and turned up his jacket collar to shut out the wind

"Ralph..." There was that voice again. He looked about him but could see nothing.

"Who's that..?" He listened again. But he only heard the church clock strike a quarter to the hour. "Bye, Marilyn," he said, and started walking.

"Ralph..? Ralph..!" There it was again. He heard footsteps coming up behind him, gathering pace. He stopped and turned around, his heart beating too fast. Then into the glow of a street lamp came a face he recognised.

"Dougie! It's you. I thought I heard somebody calling me."

"All right, Ralphy? I guess you're on your way to the pub. I thought you were in the team tonight."

"I am. Blimey, you gave me a turn."

"Well, you want to get a shift on, mate, you know what Pete's like. He'll be doing his crust."

"Yeah well, let him. They only ever put me on last, anyway. So what's with you? You been dropped this week?"

"Rested, mate... just rested. Come on, let's get going. I'm gagging for a pint."

As they headed for Wharf Street and The Angler's Arms, Ralph couldn't resist a final glance round at the shop. Marilyn was just about visible in the angle of the bay window. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but he felt sure she had raised an arm as if to wave. His stomach did that funny flip-flop again as he self-consciously waved back.

"Who's that?" said Doug,

"Who's what?"

"I thought you were waving to someone."

"Me? Nah, you're imagining things. Come on, my round." And they hurried on with Ralph feeling a strange excitement inside himself.

When they reached the pub the third frame was already under way. Pete Baker gave Ralph a disapproving glare and took him aside to have a motivational chat, and about the playing order. The match was tight with The Red Lion running out eventual winners. Ralph had handed them the match when he carelessly defaulted on the black in the final frame of the evening.

To cap a wonderfully disastrous evening, he upset Rita the barmaid by saying something inappropriate and offensive while trying to chat her up. But then that often happened when he'd had a few too many.

Doug had got fed up with waiting for Ralph to finish his pint and left before him. It was nearly half-past eleven when Ralph bounced off the doorframe and into the street. He staggered up the road, singing to himself and thinking about Rita's considerable assets.

When he reached the junction of Wharf Street and Middle Lane, he should have turned left into Middle Lane which was his normal way home, but for some inexplicable reason he felt the strange compulsion to turn right and go back towards the town the way he and Doug had come earlier in the evening. He didn't question his logic, he was too far gone for that. It would add at least ten minutes to his walk home.

When he reached Marilyn Fashions the shop was in darkness, in fact he almost passed by it without noticing. But something made him pull up. He swayed on his feet, feeling a little worse for wear. Oh God, how he wished he hadn't drunk so much.

He looked at his favourite model, Marilyn, trying to focus. It was difficult to see her in the darkness. He was about to move on when he thought he heard something, a similar sound to before, a voice calling from somewhere. He was aware of his heart racing again and his palms sweating. He clenched and unclenched his fists to relieve the tension.

He looked around him but saw nothing. All was quiet. And then the voice again, very faint, barely discernable, but there somewhere all the same.

"Ralph?"

He couldn't decide whether it was external or in his head. It was difficult to tell just what was what after a skinful. He really ought to moderate his drinking on weekdays. He was completely fuddled. He was bound to be hung-over for work in the morning, and he knew what that meant. He shook his head and tried to clear his thinking.

"Ahem... Ralph..?"

"Dougie?" he said. "Is that you? He looked about him frantically, hoping his friend would emerge from the shadows and reveal himself and put an end to this madness. Perhaps he'd waited for him after all.

"Doug?"

"Ralph," said the voice again. "Don't you know it's rude to ignore a lady?"

Ralph's stomach did a backward summersault. He turned back to the shop window and narrowed his eyes at the gloom inside until they adjusted to the darkness. In a couple of seconds he was able to make out the mannequin's face, her eyes, half-closed in a kind of seductive gaze.

"Did you s-say something?" he said.

"Don't you know it's rude to keep people waiting, young man - especially a girl?"

"Er..."

"Oh, hang on... I'll put the lights back on."

Suddenly the pavement was flooded with a white glow and Ralph very nearly jumped out of his skin. "What the blazes..!" He saw her lips curve into an amused smile.

"What's so funny?"

"You... You're so jumpy."

"Well, so would you be if..."

"If what?"

"If..." 

Surely it must be a dream. Ralph looked around him again. Everything looked normal. He pinched himself to make sure he was actually awake, and then turned back to the mannequin. It was then that he noticed something else different about her. She was dressed ready for bed. Instead of the evening gown she had been wearing earlier, she now wore a frilly light-blue baby-doll nightie.

"You've changed... How—"

"How what? How did I get changed?"

"Well, yes..."

"The same way as anybody else. What do you expect?"

"But you're a—"

"A model, yes, and in spite of what you're thinking, this is a tough job and we 'models' need our beauty sleep as much as anybody else. We need to be fresh for the morning and looking our best, particularly when you get to my age."

"Your age? And sleep?" Ralph looked incredulous.

"Of course. Everyone needs to sleep. You sleep, don't you? We're on our feet all day so we really do need a lie down after that."

Ralph found the thought vaguely amusing and if he hadn't been so bemused by events this evening he would have burst out laughing.

"Sorry about the lights. I didn't think you were going to come back after all, so I switched them off and got ready for bed. Oh, do you like what I'm wearing by the way?"

"It's nice... very nice. You look lovely... Very..."

"Thank you."

"Hey, I mean, what's going down here. Am I dreaming this?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Who can tell? But we're definitely talking to one another right now, aren't we?"

"I guess so. Oh, Jesus... Beam me up, Scottie."

"I'm glad you came back, Ralphy."


Marilyn



"You are? And how do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things. I'm not just a pretty face, you know. And yes, I'm glad you came back. No one ever stops to talk. Most people don't even notice us and the ones that do, look at us like we're just dummies."

"Well, I don't want to state the obvious but—"

"I know, I know. But a girl can dream, can't she? This job gets pretty lonely at night."

"Wait a minute," said Ralph, his amused grin disappearing. "Something you just said... you mean, you were expecting me? You were actually waiting for me to show up again?"

"Yes, and look at the state you're in. I don't know why I bothered. Boy, you do like to keep people waiting, don't you?"

Marilyn's last remark seemed to chime a familiar note with Ralph. "You do like to keep people waiting." Now that just about took the biscuit. Not only was his mum, his boss at work, and his friends having a go at him, now a stupid dummy was at it too.

"Stupid? And dummy!" said Marilyn, "So now you see fit to insult me as well as keep me waiting."

"I never said anything."

"You don't have to, Ralphy. I know what you're thinking."

"Look, Marilyn, let's get something straight, okay? I'm my own man. You can't tell me what to do. Do you understand? In fact, no one tells me what to do."

"I know that, Ralph, and that's part of the trouble. But you really should listen a bit more. Most times people are only telling you something for your own good."

"So now I'm getting a sermon from a bleeding dummy."

"You see, now you're being downright rude."

"Yeah, yeah!" said Ralph, mimicking a moaning mouth with his fingers. "You're beginning to sound like my old mum."

"Well, she knows a lot more than you give her credit for. You really should make an effort now and again. You could make something of your life, you know. Not like me, stuck in a shop 24/7 with no prospects apart from cracking and peeling varnish. What do I have to look forward to?"

"And now the sob story."

"Look, Ralph. I like you, and because I like you I'm going to give you another chance."

"Yeah? Big deal!"

"Tomorrow, I'm going to be modelling underwear, sexy underwear, some of it quite revealing from what the assistants have been saying. It's a new line we've just taken on. Why don't you pop by tomorrow evening? I'll make it worth your while."

"Sexy underwear you say? Yeah, well don't hold your breath. I might be busy tomorrow night."

And at that moment there was giggling behind him. He whirled around just as two girls passing by seemed to be having a laugh at his expense.

You all right, mate?" said one, holding onto the other's arm, and giggling again.

"Probably a bit pissed," said the other. "I saw him in the pub earlier."

Ralph felt himself sobering up rather quickly all of a sudden. He felt very silly now. Two girls catching him talking to a dummy in a shop window, to nobody actually! How embarrassing was that? They probably thought he was ready for the 'funny farm'.

The girls walked on by, their clip-clopping heels accompanying peels of raucous laughter as they disappeared into the gloom.

When Ralph turned back to the shop, he gasped and stared with disbelief.

Marilyn was once again wearing the midnight-blue evening gown she'd been wearing before. In fact everything was as it was before, all the models still and silent, staring their cold, lifeless gazes. He started to say something to Marilyn, and then stopped, reminding himself to get a grip. "Get real, Ralphy" he said to himself, "it's only a dummy". He would have to go careful with the booze in future. It was obviously doing him no good at all.

Ralph walked on for home, looking around once more at the shop. My God, what had happened tonight? Who could explain such a thing?

As if to fuel Ralph's confusion even more, the sexy blonde in the midnight-blue evening gown appeared to wink at him. He suddenly felt quite sick and dived into the nearest alleyway.

The next day, amazingly Ralph woke up without a hangover, got up on time, pleased his mother by eating and appreciating his breakfast fry-up, and arrived at Jessop's on time. So far so good.

"What happened, Ralphy," said Phil "You wet the bed or something?"

"Very funny," responded Ralph. "Get used to it, boys... this is the new me."

"Yeah," said Dave. "And pigs might fly!"

"Straight up! I met someone last night who changed my life."

"Pull the other one, Ralphy. Your love life's about as lively as a dodo's tea party."

"Who said it was a woman?"

"Well, unless you've turned the other way overnight..."

"You might mock, Philip, but it's true. I'm turning over a new leaf. From now on I'm a changed man."

Jim Gosling poked his head out of the office. "My God, I must be seeing things. Well done, Ralph. Reckon you boys can complete that order today?"

"No danger," said Ralph, confidently. "Leave it to us, Mr Gosling."

Ralph took his jacket off and whispered to his colleagues: "Right fellas... it's Friday, I've got a date tonight and I'm in a good mood. Anyone fancy a cuppa before we get started?"

Two sugars, Ralph," called Jim from his office.

It seemed an age before five o' clock came. The boys pulled out all the stops to get the Simtec order out on time, but it kept Jim Gosling happy and Ralph in a job.

"So what's this date you've got tonight, Ralphy?" said Dave. "Anyone we know?"

"Yeah, come on mate," said Phil. "Spill the beans... What's she like?"

But Ralph didn't let on. How could he?

He made a special effort for the evening -- shower, some nice cologne that he's got for his birthday two years ago, maroon velvet trousers and a nice snazzy purple shirt that went well under his leather jacket. He checked himself in the wardrobe mirror. Did he look the business or what?

And then he remembered just why it was he was making this effort and suddenly that feeling of foolishness and doubt returned. "Marilyn," he said to himself. "This is all your fault. I must be getting soft in the head or something -- getting all ponced-up for a dummy." But he couldn't deny there was a feeling of excited anticipation inside him. That at least was real enough.

"I'm off down the pub, Mum," he called out as he came down the stairs into the hallway.

"Well don't make too much noise when you come in," she called from the sitting room. "You woke me up last night with all your clattering about and I couldn't get off again."

"Sorry!" Ralph did his favourite hand impression of a yacking mouth. "See you later," he said, poking his head round the door, before going out.

He intended to look by on Marilyn Fashions on the way to see if Marilyn was true to her word, maybe stop for a chat, and then on to The Angler's Arms for a few bevies. He began to feel quite apprehensive, kind of nervous even. Blimey, this was worse than going out on a real date. "Get a grip, Ralphy," he said to himself, "You're only going to look at a blinkin' dummy in a shop window, for heaven's sake." But if Marilyn was going to be revealing more of herself, well, that surely was worth the risk of looking a fool over, wasn't it, no matter how ludicrous it all seemed?

As he turned right at the Square into Duke Street he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. Up ahead he could see that the shop was lit up. He stopped in front of the butcher's and stood in the doorway so he could check his hair in the reflection of the glass. What was this sudden concern with personal appearance all about? He'd never been a slave to vanity before.

He came out of the doorway and moved nervously towards Valerie Fashions. Would she actually be waiting for him to show up? After all, she had expected him to come back the previous evening, hadn't she? The most important thing of all though - was she going to be dressed in the sexy and revealing underwear she had expected to be modelling today?

Ralph's pulse was racing as he neared the fashion shop. Once again, as on the previous evening, the wind seemed to gust and send a shiver down his spine. He took a last deep breath, trying to affect an air of confidence. But his fake bravado did little to quell the turmoil inside.

He stood before the shop window, feeling the thrill and fear of anticipation drain away from him. Marilyn was there again, but she was still wearing the same costume as yesterday -- the midnight-blue, evening gown. He felt kind of deflated. Not that what she was wearing was a bad thing, but Ralph was rather looking forward to seeing his 'date' in the alluring underwear she had hinted at. The worst thing was, she appeared to be just what she actually was -- a shop dummy. She was still voluptuous in comparison to the other models, but tonight she appeared lifeless, compared to the previous evening.

Yet what was he expecting - a big warm welcome or something? "Oh, Ralphy, it's you... Come in, won't you? Can I offer you a drink?" Yeah, get real! Not if his usual luck in love was anything to go by.

Disappointment seeped into his bones Had it all been a dream, those things he had heard her say last night, the wave of her hand, the lowering of her eyelids? Had it all been imagination, or had it been the booze?

Another thing that concerned him was the look of unhappiness which seemed to permeate her expression this evening. Should he say something to her and risk making a fool of himself if she didn't answer? Would she hear him but then ignore him?

He heard someone coming up the street and suddenly he lost his nerve. He moved on and looked back, but there was no wink or wave this time, just another person coming into view under the street lamp, a stranger.

He sat at the bar in The Angler's Arms, a somewhat subdued and forlorn figure as he tried to make head and tail of recent events. He was confused.

"What happened, Ralph?" said Rita, pouring him his second pint, and running her eyes over his choice of attire. "You get dressed in the dark or something?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. What's up with you tonight? You haven't insulted me once."

"Just got things on my mind, that's all."

"Well, much as I prefer your lack of repartee this evening, I hope you're not sickening for something." 

He ignored the remark. There were far more important things to think about. He knocked back the second pint quicker than the first and then ordered a large gin and tonic chaser.

Had it really all been a dream the night before? Whether it had or not he felt the same strange compulsion to go back past the shop on his way home. The feeling was too strong to ignore, and anyway, he had nothing to lose, apart that is, from his self-respect and possibly his sanity.

Perhaps Marilyn had just been in a grumpy mood earlier because the window dressers hadn't put her in the sexy underwear that she so wanted to show off. Women could be moody creatures sometimes.

By the time he got back to Valerie Fashions, it was about twenty to eleven. Normally he would have stayed at the pub until closing time. But his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he could wait no longer to find out the truth about Marilyn. He also reasoned that leaving the pub when he did, he might well get an uninterrupted 10 or even 15 minutes with Marilyn, because the 'closing-time-stragglers' wouldn't start appearing till after eleven.

Well, she was still dressed the same and still beautiful in her own inanimate way. But now she looked even sadder. In fact when Ralph looked at Marilyn carefully, he saw something on her cheek that caught the light and shook him to the core at the same time. My God, it couldn't be possible, but there it was - a teardrop rolling down her cheek.

"Marilyn..? What's up?"

And suddenly the life seemed to come to her again. Her eyes blinked, squeezing out more tears. He saw her raise a hand to her face and wipe them away.

"Oh, it's silly, isn't it?" she said, her mouth moving out of sync with the voice that registered in Ralph's brain. "A girl can get upset over the smallest of things..."

"So, come on then, tell me."

"I feel bad about ignoring you earlier this evening. I was in such a foul mood. I'm sorry." She wiped her eyes again. "You see, I was so looking forward to modelling that sexy underwear for you and..."

"What happened?"

"The manageress had a change of heart, but that's not all..."

And Marilyn began to cry again, her shoulders shaking and the mascara running into black smudges beneath her eyes.

"The sh-shop has got a new model coming, very beautiful as I understand, and much younger..."

"They can't do that, can they? What's going to happen to you?"

"Well, that's just it. They're going to dispense with my services. I'm afraid it's all over for me, Ralphy. My career's in tatters."

"But, surely you can get another job?"

"Opportunities are limited for models at my time of life, Ralph. I'm no spring chicken and besides, all the fashion houses and shops prefer slim models these days."

"Skinny, more like."

"I was trying to be polite. I come from a different age I suppose. Things have changed now."

"But I love the way you look, so much curvier than the others. Really sexy!"

"Thank you."

Marilyn smiled and dried her tears.

"I hate people seeing me cry."

"Why? Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone cries from time to time."

"I guess they do. But I always try and put on a brave front. You have to in this line of work. I'm sorry I went on at you last night, by the way. I shouldn't have done that."

"Forget it. I guess I had it coming. Anyway, you were right. It's time I pulled my socks up and stopped letting people down. From now on, I'm going to mend my ways."

"Good for you, Ralph. You've got a lot going for you...apart, that is..." Marilyn smiled at last.

"What..?"

"Apart from your dress sense, that is..."

"What you on about?"

"I think you could do with a teeny bit of advice on colour coordination, Ralph."

"Thanks, and here's me thinking I looked the business tonight."

"It's nothing that can't be put right, young man."

"Yeah? What do you suggest?"

"We could go away together somewhere... To that dessert island you're often fantasizing about."

"Huh? How do you know about that?"

"I told you last night. I know a lot of things. But I also know that they're going to scrap me tomorrow."

"Scrap you? You're kidding!"

"I wish I were. That's really why I'm so upset. By ten minutes past nine tomorrow morning I will be in the skip out the back of the shop. They're going to break me up -- kill me, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"But they can't. I mean, they wouldn't. I want to see you again."

"If only you meant that, Ralph."

"I do. Tell you what... I'll take you to that dessert island."

"You're such a dreamer. You shouldn't say things you don't mean."

"I do mean it. Look... What time does the shop open in the morning?"

"Nine o' clock."

"Then I'll be here for you. I'll rescue you, take you off their hands. I'll pay for you... then you can come away with me."

"I'd love that, Ralph. But you'll have to be here sharp on nine, I'm telling you. The assistants are going to start on me right away. Please help me. I'm so frightened."

"No worries, Marilyn. Leave it to me. I'll be here early. There's no way I'll let them do that to you."

"Oh Ralph, what a lovely sweet person you are."

When Ralph got home he went straight to bed, setting his alarm for 7:30 a.m. "I've just got to be there for when they open up," he said to himself. "Marilyn's relying on me and I'm going to save her." And with that final thought, he pulled the covers up over himself and tried to settle down. But his mind was in a turmoil and he could just not get to sleep. He lost count of the times he glanced at the clock. It seemed like it was every five minutes. Eventually, at around 2:30 a.m. he managed to drift off. He dreamed of running away with Marilyn to his favourite tropical island.

When he finally awoke he wasn't exactly sure where he was for a moment or two. He reached out across the bed hoping to feel the warm body of Marilyn next to him. The next instant he became startlingly and instantly awake, remembering the importance of the day. In a sudden panic he shot a glance at his bedside clock and breathed a sigh of relief. It said 7:15. He'd beaten the alarm by fifteen minutes. Incredible! But his relief was only temporary.

When he studied the second hand he saw that it wasn't going round at all. The clock had stopped. Despite all those 'low-battery' warnings, he had failed to do anything about it. He meant to replace the battery two days ago, but he hadn't got round to it. Now in a sudden panic he glanced furiously at his watch. My God, it was already twenty to nine. The clock had stopped before the alarm time had been reached.

He had never got out of the house so quickly as he did on that day. In fact he was still tucking his shirt into his jeans as he flew down the street to the town. It was almost twenty past nine when he got to the shop. Two window dressers were already putting a beautiful white gown on a brand new mannequin. Ralph felt the colour draining from his cheeks. He tried to tell himself that his panic was irrational, but it didn't stop him bursting into the shop and enquiring about Marilyn.

"Who's Marilyn," said the manageress standing behind the counter, and looking puzzled over her reading glasses.

"The model that was in the window up until this morning."

"Yes, what about it?"

"Do you still have it? I heard you were going to dump her."

"Well, yes..."

Well, don't... I must have her... Look..." Ralph got his wallet out and pulled out a wad of tenners. "I'll pay for her... How much?"

"You can have her," said the manageress. "We were only going to throw her away."

"Where is she?"

"Out the back, in the yard. But you'll have to be quick if you don't want to carry her away in little pieces. George took her out about five minutes ago to break her up for the skip." The manageress pointed the way.

Ralph dashed out to the yard, feeling a terrible sense of dread. As he opened the back door he heard a sickeningly dull clump come from behind a bright yellow mini-skip, already partly full with rubbish from the refurbishing that was taking place on the first floor. There was a blood-curdling scream and a familiar but desperate voice: "NO, NO, Please don't! NOooo!" There was another whack and a sound of splintering and cracking pieces of alabaster, followed by the heart-rending sound of a woman sobbing, becoming weaker. When he reached the other side of the skip he saw the maintenance man, George laying into Marilyn with a sledge-hammer.

The third blow struck before Ralph could take action. This one broke the legs away from the body. Ralph flew at George, shoving him roughly to the ground. He stared in horror at the broken pieces of body strewn everywhere, head, limbs and torso now separate entities. A platinum blonde hairpiece lay fluttering in the breeze nearby. He was aware of an underlying, terrible whimpering and sobbing, almost subliminal, the sound of which seemed to rip at his heart. He looked at the now hairless head of what remained of Marilyn, her mascara-smudged eyes staring accusingly at him as a tear trickled down her cheek. He sank to his knees in a state of shock and disbelief and began crying also.

"Didn't you hear her calling out?" he sobbed. "She was telling you to stop. Why didn't you stop when she told you? You just carried on hitting her when she was trying to tell y-you t-to..." 

Ralph was distraught. He carefully scooped up the mannequin's head and cradled it in his lap. Her eyes fluttered momentarily before finally settling open. "Oh, Marilyn, I'm so, so sorry," he said, gently closing them for her and kissing her forehead. 

George was still sprawled out on the ground. A small crowd has gathered, the shop's staff had come out into the yard to see what all the commotion was about.




Marilyn



"What on earth is going on out here?" the manageress said, sternly..

"He killed her! He wouldn't stop," yelled Ralph, hysterical now. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," said a dazed George, shakily. "I didn't hear you shout stop. Who the hell are you, anyway? You must be off your trolley, mate! It's only a bloody dummy, for Heaven's sake!"

"Not me, you fool," said Ralph through the tears. "Her..! It was Marilyn who was calling. She was telling you to stop." He huddled protectively over the prosthetic head, rocking it in his arms like a baby. "And she's not a dummy... She was telling you to stop, but you just kept on and on and on until you killed her... My dear, sweet Marilyn..."

"Poor chap," said the manageress to her two assistants. "I wonder where he's staying? Does anybody know him, or where he's from?"

The teenage girls shook their heads, stifling the threat of giggling that welled up in their throats. "I think he was the one we saw the other night," said one, "when we were walking back from the pub."

"Oh yes," said the other, "that's right! I thought he looked kind of familiar. We saw him staring into the window, didn't we, talking to himself. Funny chap."

"He's probably staying at that care home up the road," added the first girl.

"Yes," said the manageress, agreeing with the implication. "You could be right. I'll give them a call."

Ralph, now sobbing gently to himself, kissed Marilyn's cracked lips before gently laying her head down. "I'm sorry, Marilyn..." he said. "I'm so very sorry, my darling," and he got shakily to his feet. His face was deathly pale and his eyes had the look of a lost and defeated soul. "She wanted me to save her," he mumbled, "but I was late as usual... Always late, that's me...all my life I've been too bloody late..!"

THE END



Marilyn, A Special Female



Hello everyone. Welcome to my bizarre fantasy world. I'm a regular to the alt.sex.stories scene for about 3 years now, and I've always been an admirer of the work on this newsgroup. For the past few weeks, I've been bandying about this fantasy in my head. I've decided to type it out and see what happens with it. Who knows? This might end up a series of something. We'll see if that happens though. It depends on my mind and your thoughts. 

Now for the disclaimers. This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers. Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18. It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta try. So without further ado, on with the story. 

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"Slam!"

Everyone in the hallway jumped slightly, turned and quickly looked at the tall girl near the sound of the slamming locker. Satisfied that there was no crisis at hand, the kids at the school mostly went about their business. Of course, there were the few admirers that glanced at the girl at the locker, but it was no major deal.

After all, Marilyn Walker was used to being looked at. After all, how many 6'3" girls wear 4 inch platform heels? How many 6'3" girls are there? Oh well.

She swung her backpack over her shoulder, and strode slowly along the bustling hallways of her high school, smiling and waving at friends. She had a natural charm to her, and used it well in what can be the cruel world of high school. Then again, there was plenty of natural everything to her. Simply put, she was definitely a looker. Marilyn's face had a nice soft look to it, complemented well by her light make-up and a smile that could light up a room. Her dark chocolate complexion was only highlighted by her long, ink-black hair that was lightly permed and that brushed against the middle of her back as she walked. Looking down past her wide masculine shoulders, one could see her endowments through her light blue uniform shirt. Her 40DD breasts, while not as big as the would appear on shorter females, definitely did impress, especially in contrast to her 26 inch waist. Her blue plaid, turned-up uniform skirt showed off her somewhat narrow hips, and her round enticing bottom. Her legs extended from the short shirt, smooth as a baby's bottom from the shave she did this morning and uncovered by any stockings. However, what would prove most interesting was what was between her legs. After all, isn't that the end-all of all lust?

"HEY SHOOR-TAY!"

"Here we go again," Marilyn thought. It was annoying as hell to her to have guys try to pick up on her like that. "The price I pay for living as a female," she thought as she turned to the screaming voice.

"AY YO SHOOR-TAY! You is looking really good, won't you back that THANG UP!, " said a somewhat short, goofy little wannabe thug from a bank of lockers. She thought to herself, "Don't they realize that you can't be much of a thug when you go to a private school and actually show up to classes?"

"YO! Why don't you hit me up with some of those digits? Maybe we could do a lil' sumthin-sumthin sometime?"

"Sure! Here's my number: 1(800) FUCK YOU!!" Marilyn retorted, eliciting a few oohs for the people who still remained in the hallways on the way to class. She knew what brought on the lame come-on. What she couldn't understand is why would anyone in their right mind would want to have sex with a guy? All that hair, and that bulk and that lack of subtlety in their body and that utilitarian shape? Bleah! Then she thought about the softness of women, the soft hair and the soft curves and their legs, their breasts, their butts...

Then Marilyn felt a slight throb and swelling in her panties. It reminded her that once, she was like that guy that tried to pick her up just now. But that seemed so long ago.

The ringing of the bell brought Marilyn back to her senses. She realized that she needed to get a move on to the locker room. After all, she had gym coming up. Even though she had permission to take her time getting out to class, it did always annoy her when she was late to any class. She scrambled into the locker room towards her locker when she met a sight that blew her mind.

Mandy Corrigan was a bottle-blonde bombshell that Marilyn had always been attracted to. Granted, she preferred her girls with a bit darker complexion, but there has always been something about Mandy that drove Marilyn wild. Mandy's long platinum blonde hair caresses the top of her big, round ass as she reached into her locker. Her too-tight uniform shirt showed off a pair of 36C tits that looked juicy on her frame. Her long legs, which seemed to make up the bulk of her 5'9" height, her pale skin and her ice-blue eyes made up an enticing package for Marilyn. She stared heavily with lust looking at her hot classmate, her nipples beginning to swell. 

"Hi Marilyn! Could you..."

Mandy stopped in dead sentence when she saw the look on Marilyn's face. She knew pure lust when she saw it. Mandy had heard about Marilyn's sexual tendencies towards women and the he-said-she-said about Marilyn's attraction to her. But it didn't become real to her until she saw eye-to-eye with it.

"Hi Mandy," Marilyn cooed softly as she placed her backpack on the bench. "You know that I've always been attracted to you. But I've never been able to say it to you," she gently told Mandy as she moved right in front of Mandy. Mandy's mouth dropped open in shock, her eyes looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Now I can."

With that, Marilyn took Mandy's head in her hands. Then, in a flash, she closed the distance between her lips and Mandy's and kissed her hard while pressing her head against the locker. Marilyn pressed her tongue into Mandy's open mouth and wrapped her tongue around Mandy's. Mandy closed her eyes and cooed into Marilyn's mouth as she enjoyed being ravaged by Marilyn's sudden actions. In fact, she was too enraptured to react as Marilyn's actions as Marilyn reached up to paw at Mandy's soft breasts, rubbing on her nipples through her shirt. Soon after, without moving her lips off of Mandy, Marilyn reached between the two of them and started unbuttoning Mandy's shirt all the way, then pulled the shirt out of Mandy's skirt. By the time Marilyn did this, she was now nibbling and sucking on the nape of Mandy's neck, finally enabling her to express how she felt.

"Oh God! This is incredible," Mandy cooed as Marilyn opened up her shirt, exposing her breasts encased in a tight, translucent, cream-colored bra. Her chocolate covered nipples were now visible, swollen and distended, with the tips about the size of a gumdrop and small, sensitive areolas. Marilyn turned slightly as she was sucking on Mandy's flesh to see the nipples for herself. She then grazed her fingertips along one, then the other nipple as Mandy softly moaned, eyes rolling back in complete abandon. Marilyn took that a sign to move on, and she slowly kissed her way across Mandy's soft, pale skin and heaving chest to the soft swell of Mandy's breast. As Marilyn kissed the soft, firm breasts of Mandy, her inch-long blood red fingernails grazed a trail around Mandy's other breast, flicking and teasing her other nipple. Marilyn finally decided to suck on Mandy's nipple through her bra, pulling at the nipple with her mouth and flicking and licking at it with her tongue. 

At the same time, she started kneeding at Mandy's breasts with her fingernails, grasping Mandy's breasts with them lightly, pulling them tighter as she drew them closer to her nipple, then pulling the areola and nipple out in a milking motion with them. As Marilyn continued her sweet assault on Mandy, Mandy stared blankly into space, her head rolling around on the lockers aimlessly as she let herself go into the pleasure she was feeling.

"Take off my bra...please...I need more...of...you," Mandy cooed disconnectedly in her rapture. Marilyn quickly obliged as she stopped her attack on Mandy's senses long enough to remove Mandy's shirt off her shoulders, then unclasped and removed her bra. Her now free breasts seemed bigger then they were when they were covered. They bounced deliciously after the bra was removed. After a period of brief admiration, Marilyn continued her gentle attentions to Mandy's breasts as she did before. However, after giving Mandy's breast one soft pump with her fingernails, she took one nail and flicked Mandy's breast quickly with a fluttering touch. 

With her mouth firmly attached to Mandy's nipple, sucking as if a baby, Marilyn used her nail to trace her way around Mandy's body. First she traced out concentric circles with her nail on Mandy's breast, slowly widening the circle. Then, she traced her way up through the valley between Mandy's soft breast and traced along Mandy's collar bone. She went on trace her way over to Mandy's shoulder, then traced her fingernail in a back and forth motion while alternating gentle nibbling with the sucking that she was doing on Mandy's nipple. When she reached Mandy's forearm, Marilyn stopped her oral attentions on Mandy's nipple and traced her finger all the way down Mandy's foreman, then Mandy's wrist and middle finger. In one split second, Marilyn at once grabbed tightly onto Mandy's hand and sucked onto Mandy's nipple as hard as she could.

"Oooooooooooh!," Mandy screamed breathlessly, shivering while experiencing her first orgasm as Marilyn held on to suck Mandy's nipple hard, flicking the tip with her tongue.

Marilyn held up Mandy as she continued her attentions on Mandy's body. As she continued sucking on Mandy's nipple, her fingernails traced the way back up Mandy's arm, then up her neck to her face. She then let one nail trace along the outline of Mandy's lips. While Mandy was gasping for air, the finger that was tracing her lips slipped into her mouth. Mandy then grabbed Marilyn's hand, pushed the finger into her mouth and started sucking on Marilyn's finger, pumping Marilyn's hand along with it. Marilyn stopped sucking on Mandy's nipple long enough to gasp and moan and enjoy Mandy's oral attentions, feeling the swelling and throbbing in her panties. 

Marilyn then took the initiative in pulling her finger out of Mandy's mouth. She traced a line out of Mandy's mouth, down her chin and neck and between her breasts. Marilyn then used all her fingernails on her hand to lazily trace her way down Mandy's soft stomach, leaving light marks on Mandy's pale skin. Meanwhile, her tongue started to trace around Mandy's dark areolas, allowing the cool moisture of her saliva to stimulate her more. Then, while tracing her tongue to Mandy's other nipple, her fingers finally reached Mandy's belly button. Marilyn lightly grabbed onto the skin around it, then firmly slipped her middle finger into Mandy's navel, lightly fingering it as if it were her pussy. 

Mandy mewed, then gently grabbed onto Marilyn's long black hair as she started sucking on Mandy's other nipple. Marilyn then grabbed onto Mandy's waist firmly, then slid her nails down over Mandy's hips, pressing the fabric to Mandy's hot skin, then down onto her soft thighs. Marilyn then grazed her nails up and down Mandy's inner thighs while she moved her lips off Mandy's nipples to the valley between Mandy's breasts. When her nails were close enough to Mandy's pussy, Marilyn grabbed Mandy's head and brought her hips to Mandy's while quickly swiping at Mandy's pussy, which she pleasantly discovered was not only uncovered by panties, but shaved too. As she continued to tongue kiss Mandy, she grazed her nails over the sensitive, shaved pussy of Mandy, caressing the outer lips and taking care to touch everything but her clit. 

As she continued caressing Mandy's pussy, she kissed her way down Mandy's body, sucking at Mandy's neck, licking along her collar bone. Her middle finger now joined in the manual manipulation of Mandy's pussy, grazing along the wet slit in a slow, teasing manner. As she nibbled and licked her way down Mandy's breastbone, her thumb started tracing a circle around Mandy's clit, nipping the inner lips each time around. Her middle finger was now digging deeper into Mandy's pussy, rubbing along the inner lips and taking care to avoid her clit. 

As Marilyn finally kissed her way down her stomach to her belly button, her middle finger caught inside of Mandy's wet pussy, and she started to pump Mandy's pussy slowly but gently. As Marilyn licked and sucked on Mandy's belly button, her finger started pumping a moderate, gentle pace inside of Mandy. Soon, the finger fucking of Mandy's pussy was to be matched by the tongue fucking of Mandy's navel by Marilyn. When Mandy started to coo and mew aimlessly, her body pumping along and giving those subtle symbols of another orgasm, Marilyn decided that her tongue should reach its final destination.

Marilyn backed off of Mandy's navel, and with her free hand, she lifted up Mandy's skirt, revealing her wet, glistening pussy for the first time. The pale skin of Mandy's pussy had flush pink with lust, her wetness as clear as day. Mandy's hard clit peeked out from between her plump lips, and Marilyn could clearly see how wet her hand had become from her actions. She blew a trail of air on Mandy's skin from one hip to another, then blew down to about midway down Mandy's thighs and back up to Mandy's pussy. As smoothly as she could, her mouth replaced her hand on Mandy's pussy, and Mandy gasped for air and mewed as she could feel another orgasm coming. 

Marilyn went right to work, licking along with passion and enjoying her sweet taste, rubbing deep into Mandy's slit with her tongue as her nose breathed onto Mandy's clit. She slowed down and pressed deep into Mandy's slit to find that juicy hole she had been looking for. Marilyn pumped and wiggled and pressed her tongue spastically inside Mandy, as Mandy grabbed on tight to Marilyn's head, feeling pushed to the edge of orgasm. While she thought the time was right, Marilyn slightly moved her mouth over Mandy's clit, closed her lips over it, sucked on it gently and flicked her tongue over its tip. Soon after, Mandy closed her legs around Marilyn's head and gave herself over to the second orgasm she had today, thrasing about on her banks of lockers.

When Mandy came to, and disengaged her legs around Mandy's head, she managed to get out, "Wow! That was incredible! I never thought sex with a woman could be so...incredible!" Mandy's face and hair were now dripping with sweat, her face flushed, her pupils dilated and her lungs panting.

"Don't think it's over yet," Marilyn replied. "In fact, we've just been getting started. Warming up if you will."

"Y-y-y-you gotta b-be kidding...m-me," Mandy half-gasped, and with that remark, Marilyn decided to lower Mandy down to the bench that was between the lockers. She then scooted down to Mandy's feet, which she saw had simple black business-style pumps on them.

"What are you gonna do now," Mandy asked.

"Well, I'm just getting you ready for a nice, big surprise," Marilyn replied, knowing what was soon to come.

She then took the shoe off Mandy's feet, then began to suck and lick on the big toe of Mandy's foot. Marilyn then repeated this treatment on each of Mandy's toes, causing Mandy to squirm once again. Marilyn then licked her way all around her feet, making sure to coat every inch of Mandy's foot with her saliva. Then Marilyn started to make a trail of butterfly kisses, beginning on Mandy's ankles, then moving quickly up her calf, knee and thigh. 

When she was close enough to seem as she was going to eat out Mandy again, Mandy screamed, "No! N-no more! I can't handle anymore!"

"Relax Mandy. That ain't the surprise I want to show you. I'll show you when it's time," replied Marilyn. Then Mandy proceeded to relax and enjoy the contrast of her pale skin next to Marilyn's dark complexion as Marilyn kissed her way quickly up Mandy's hip, along the side of Mandy's breast, then a quick tongue flicking of Mandy's armpit. She then kissed her way up Mandy's neck to give her a firm, yet soft kiss on Mandy's lips. Marilyn then licked over Mandy's cheek, when she decided to slow down a bit and tongue Mandy's ear. She took care to lick every ridge and crevice on Mandy's ear, tonguing her ear canal and sucking on her ear lobe.

"Are you ready for your surprise, Mandy," Marilyn asked.

"Yes."

"One moment," Marilyn responded as she stood up, straddled the bench, then took care to stand over Mandy's head.

"Do you want me lick you?"

"Well, you could say that," Marilyn responded cryptically. She began to spread her legs and kneel slightly, to the point that her crotch was about 8 inches over Mandy's head. "Are you ready?" Marilyn asked.

"Yes," Mandy softly replied. With that, Marilyn reached between her legs and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. Suddenly, Mandy's eyes bugged out of her sockets and she suddenly gasped, frozen in place by what she saw.

What she saw was once fine specimen of manhood, something that seemed so incongruous yet so natural on Marilyn's body. Despite the fact that Marilyn's dick was soft, it appeared to measure about 7 1/2 inches of thick cock, twitching in the air to the stimulus of Mandy's breath and the coolness of the air. The dick that was a feast for Mandy's eyes was veiny even while soft, and was accompanied by perfectly smooth and shaved skin on and around it, and perfectly hairless balls. "No wonder she never messes with any guys," Mandy thought to herself. "She is a guy!"

"Mandy," Marilyn called to bring Mandy out of her revelry, "Would you please suck on my dick? I need some relief for myself, and besides, it's good payback for the pleasure I gave you." With that, Marilyn lowered herself until the tip of her dick rested on Mandy's partly open lips. Mandy opened her mouth some more and started tonguing the tip of Marilyn's dick, licking all around the soft, spongy tip. As Marilyn's dick started swelling down Mandy's mouth, Mandy's mouth had to open up more to take the thick cock deeper into her mouth. Mandy decided to close her lips around the delicious chocolate bar in her mouth and suck on it gently, swirling around her tongue around Marilyn's thick cock.

"Oh, that's good there Mandy. Keep sucking," Marilyn said as she pawed at her abundant breasts and began to unbutton her shirt for easier access to her breasts. Mandy's eyes opened wide in surprise again as the huge dick began to grow hard and thick and long, growing to just past her tonsils without either her or Marilyn budging an inch. When Mandy suddenly stopped sucking and moaned out something unintelligble, Marilyn stood up, pulling her dick out of Mandy's mouth in the process, and took a few baby steps back from Mandy's head.

"What did you say?" Marilyn asked.

"Back off. Your dick is pretty big for me to be sucking at that angle I was at."

"Oh, OK. C'mon, sit up. It's be easier that way."

When Mandy sat up, she finally got a clear glance at what she was dealing with. As Marilyn's dick dangled downward as she pulled off her shirt, she admired how much a specimen of manhood this was on such a feminine girl. It seemed to be about a foot long, and so thick that she couldn't put her hands around it. It looked like an ebony wood sculpture, so dark and smooth and veiny. After Marilyn pulled her black lace panties off of her hips, down her legs and off her body, Marilyn asked, "Are you ready to go again Mandy?"

"Sure."

With that remark, Mandy grabbed the huge cock in front of her and began to lick all around the tip. As Marilyn cupped her breasts and massaged them, Mandy licked down the underside of Marilyn's cock all the way down to her hairless balls. She then kissed and licked all around Marilyn's balls, then sucked on each one of the balls firmly, giving each of them a sweet kiss after sucking them. She then licked around to the other side of Marilyn's dick, then started a long, slow lick up Marilyn's dick. As she did this, she looked up into Marilyn's eyes, showing how hot with lust she was after locking eyes with Marilyn. Mandy continued this slow torture up and down Marilyn's long thick cock a few times, soaking up Marilyn's dick with saliva. Then Mandy grabs on tightly on the shaft of Marilyn's cock and licks her tongue all around the head of Marilyn's cock, slowly swallowing it into her mouth.




Marilyn, A Special Female



"Oh", Marilyn moaned out, "That feels so good." 

Marilyn stroked Mandy's long blonde hair, then with her right hand, she grabs firmly onto the back of Mandy's head. With her left, she undoes the front clasp of her sheer black bra, freeing her huge boobs. As she reaches up with her hand to tweak a nipple with her fingernails, Marilyn's hand slowly pushes down on Mandy's head, feeding more and more of her cock into Mandy's mouth and down her throat. Marilyn lightly claws at her breast as she stops feeding her dick into Mandy, leaving only a couple of inches of shaft uncovered under her skirt.

"Are you ready to suck me good Mandy," Marilyn asks.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Then do it."

Marilyn pulls on her nipple hard and gasps as she begins to feel Mandy sucking her dick in her mouth, Mandy's throat muscles caressing the shaft and the tip. She gently pulls Mandy off her dick until the tip is resting at the back of her mouth. Marilyn establishes a slow but steady rhythm of pumping with her hands on the back on Mandy's head while Mandy sucks away at that sweet chocolate dick. As Mandy begins to move her head to the rhythm on her own accord, Marilyn releases Mandy's head and starts pumping her hips to the rhythm of the throat fucking she's receiving. With both hands free, Marilyn is free to remove her bra from her shoulders. She then proceeds to maul and massage her breasts and pinch at her nipples as she is fucking Mandy's throat. "Damn," Marilyn thought, "If I knew she was gonna be this good, I would've tried to get her to me before." Marilyn gasped as the combined sensations of her playing with her boobs and Mandy sucking on her cock drove her wild. As a result, Marilyn started bucking hard into Mandy's mouth, bringing her closer and closer to a dramatic, earth-shattering climax. However, Marilyn wanted to have some more fun before having her cum. So when Mandy pulled back her head as Mandy was sucking her cock, she pulled back and took a baby step back. Mandy's mouth made a delicious slurping sound as she pulled her cock out of her mouth.

"Mandy, lean back against that bank of lockers. I am going to fuck your pussy now," Marilyn said with a leering grin.

Mandy stood up from the bench, then leaned back against the lockers, taking care to spread her legs enough so that Marilyn could stand between them. Marilyn moved over to Mandy, kneeled down slightly and lined up her cock to Mandy's pussy.

"Are you ready to get fucked," Marilyn asked.

"Yes."

"Beg for it, Mandy. I said are you ready to get fucked?"

"Oh God, fuck me!!!!"

Mandy thought, "how incongruous a statement is that? Now I'm begging to get fucked by a girl's dick?" Mandy didn't have time to think much about that fact as Marilyn grabbed her hips and thrust slowly into her tight pussy. She shook and nearly came as she felt the tip of her clit graze the top of Marilyn's dick as she was pushing it as deep as she could. When Marilyn slipped all the way into Mindy's pussy, Mandy felt Marilyn's lips press into hers and initiate a french kiss as she pulled out all of her cock but the tip from Mandy's pussy.

"Man, this feels so tight," Marilyn gasped out as she grabbed on tightly to Mandy's hips and began her assault on Mandy's tight pussy. She felt Mandy's clit graze her dick as her powerful thrusts slammed Mandy hard again the locker. With each thrust, she pulled nearly all the way out and bottomed out in Mandy's pussy. Between the thickness of Marilyn's cock, the feeling of being so filled and the grazing of her clit against Marilyn's dick sent her over the edge quickly. Marilyn kept pumping Mandy's pussy hard as she came all over Marilyn's cock, bringing Marilyn close to an orgasm herself. But there was one favorite way she liked to cum.

"Mandy," Marilyn asked, "Turn around and face the locker, please?"

Mandy, flushed from her orgasm, lifted her knee up to her chest and, assisted by Marilyn supporting her hips, turned around without removing Marilyn's dick and faced the bank of lockers. Marilyn then reached up to Mandy's tits, grabbing and pinching Mandy's nipples with her nails. She then pressed Mandy back up against her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples and her large areola against Mandy's back. She then pressed herself and Mandy up against the lockers and, using the lockers as support, began thrusting her dick into Mandy with gusto.

"Oooh yeah!," Marilyn gasped out as she pumped hard into Mandy's now-squeezing pussy, now desperate to cum. Marilyn grabbed onto Mandy's titties tight as she pumped harder and harder into Mandy's pussy, loosing that steady rhythm as she got closer and closer to cumming.

"Oh yeah...'bout to cum...oh yeah...oh yeah....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," Marilyn screamed as she started to empty her thick cum into Mandy's pussy. Marilyn pumped slowly and gently as she shot load after load into Mandy's pussy. As Marilyn stopped cumming, her dick softened, she relaxed and she glanced at the clock on the wall and looked at the time.

"Oh Shit! There's only 15 minutes left in gym! We need to get going," Marilyn told Mandy. With that, Marilyn eased her way out of Mandy's pussy. They both removed their skirts, with Marilyn using hers to quickly wipe of the cum leaking out of Mandy's pussy. Mandy finally removed her other shoe, and they both quickly threw on gym shirts, shorts and sneakers. 

"C'mon! Let's go!," Marilyn screamed out as Mandy quickly laced up her sneakers and then went off running into the gym.

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So this is my first effort...lemme know what you think. If you like this, there's more ideas in my head for where to take this. Comments are VERY much welcome! 



Marilyn and Ben



Chapter one -- Ben

Ben always considered himself to be the normal guy, at twenty-seven he had completed college, been married for five years to the love of his life Marilyn and had worked his way up to a middle management position leading an IT group at the software company he worked. From the outside Ben's life was fantastic, he and his wife both had good jobs, owned their home, had nice cars and took nice vacations. Anyone looking on them, especially at their age, was jealous of what they had built through their hard work.

While all of those looking in saw the fantastic things about the marriage, as with any relationship things were not always as they seem. Ben struggled with a great sense of longing on a daily basis, he had a great marriage to a woman that he loved more than anything, yet he felt unfulfilled, incomplete. While he had no doubt how much Marilyn had loved him and how much he loved her, he couldn't help but wonder if she was ever going to be the woman that he wanted/needed sexually.

Ben had grown up to think of sex as something that was to be enjoyed, experimented with and to not shy away from. Neither of his parents was overly open with him; however he had grown up at the early age of internet porn and had also found his father's pornos at a very young age. Looking back on it he tends to wonder if his early introduction to sex was not a bad thing, but it was the only thing that he knew and led to him having many fantasies, which he always expected were only a matter of time until he experienced.

During his college days Ben found himself with several opportunities to engage in some of his fantasies, but that was not good enough for Ben. Ben had always expected that he would not only experience these fantasies, but do so with someone that he loved and the girls that he was with in college just did not qualify, that is until he met Marilyn. She was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and he knew when he met her that she was going to be the woman that he wanted to be with and the one that he wanted to experience and share not only his life but his fantasies.

When Ben and Marilyn had first started dating experiencing his fantasies was not his primary concern, given that he knew he half of the equation had been met as he had found the woman he wanted to be with. During their yearlong courtship, several nights were orgasmic for both Ben and Marilyn, and Ben was certain enough that Marilyn was who he had dreamed about all of these years that he asked her to marry him. Marilyn of course happily accepted and they set the date for nine months later.

Almost immediately Ben had noticed a difference in Marilyn, he was not sure what it was, but he wrote it off as the stress of being a senior in college as well as planning a wedding. Thinking back this time should have been an obvious red flag for Ben that something was different that the love life he had come to enjoy was going to change forever; but alas Ben was in love and excited about beginning his life with Marilyn. He figured that this would just be a fad that she was going through and that once she was married they were would be able to explore their dreams and desires as they wished.

Unfortunately for Ben, Marilyn's change in the lead up to the wedding was less of a change and more of who she actually was. It became obvious that during their initial courtship Marilyn had stepped outside of her comfort zone. Whether she had done this in an effort to woo Ben or simply out of college experimentation was irrelevant to Ben he knew very early in his marriage that the chances he did not take in college would come back to haunt him, thoughts that just killed him to think. Ben hated to think about anyone other than his wife or that he had made a bad decision because no matter how bad his sex life was he never felt that he had made the wrong decision.

As the first few years of their marriage drug on not only did the lack of experimentation cause strains in their marriage, but eventually the overall frequency of sex came to cause major issues. For a long time Ben was masturbating more than he was making love to his wife, a fact that not only brought great discomfort to him, but also to Marilyn. Ben had gotten to the point that he was tired of being rejected when asking for sex, so he found it easier to just masturbate before Marilyn got home from work, as Ben usually beat her home. This was generally not a big deal as Marilyn really did not have the need or desire to have sex on a regular basis and was only an issue on the few occasions that Marilyn was actually horny.

During the rare occasions that Marilyn wanted to have sex it was always the same, it was predictable to the point that it really was not exciting for Ben anymore. It would start with Marilyn on top riding him. While Ben would play with her ample breasts, Marilyn would grab the one toy (out of seven or eight that Ben had gotten her) that she actually liked and would use that on her clit until she got off. Once she got off she would want Ben to finish her off while in the doggie style position. While this may not sound all that boring, in fact to many people that would probably be an exciting night of sex, the fact that it was the same thing that they did each and every time, with very little exception, made it routine and ultimately boring to Ben.

After five years, Ben was at a loss as to his options, rather which option to take. The way Ben figured he had three options: he could sit and hope that Marilyn will eventually change and become more adventurous and open minded, he could leave Marilyn and find someone who was more in line with his beliefs when it comes to sexual relationships or he could just ignore the sexual problems and focus on all of the positives of the marriage. Obviously Ben would prefer the first option, although that he the least likely chances of actually occurring, finally Ben decided that the latter option would be the best as he truly did love Marilyn and decided that nothing was more important than his love for her.

Chapter two -- Marilyn

At twenty-six Marilyn's life could not be better; she had a loving husband, a great job, a beautiful house, everything that she could ask for. For some reason though she felt something was wrong, that something was missing and she never really could figure it out. She had known that her husband, Ben, had not been happy with their sex life, but she figured that was because there was something wrong with him, and that he was too overly sexual because his parents never really put controls on him when he was an impressionable youth as her parents had. 

Marilyn had grown up in a very strict, religious household. She had been taught starting at an early age that sex was only for marriage and was nothing that she be thought of or experimented with otherwise, not only by her parents but by the church where she spent countless hours as a youth. Not only was she taught this, but all of her friends were as well, so sex was not something that she could discuss with her peers as, even if Marilyn had wanted to, it would have been inappropriate in her particular social setting. 

Finally when Marilyn was ready to go off to high school she was able to convince her parents to send her to the local public high school. They did so reluctantly; however given that the nearest Christian high school that agreed enough with their beliefs was 40 minutes away they were left with little choice. High school was a whole new world to Marilyn, one where people dressed differently, talked differently and overall acted differently. She had never before seen her peers dressing in such provocative outfits and openly discussing their dates from the previous weekend. 

High school was also where Marilyn met her best friend Chloe, whom like Marilyn had a religious upbringing. Fortunately for Chloe she had been able to break out at an earlier age than Marilyn had and realized that not only was she feeling like something might be missing, but that something actually was missing from her life. Marilyn found this fascinating and immediately become good friends with Chloe, which worked out nicely for Marilyn as with Chloe's religious upbringing she was the perfect kind of friend for Marilyn in her parent's minds. Marilyn used to chuckle to herself every time her parents would say something nice about Chloe such as "she's such a great girl", thinking to herself "if they only knew." 

In Chloe Marilyn had finally had someone that she could confine in and talk to about her sexual desires; but never having talked about them before and not being comfortable in talking about them, Marilyn mostly listened to Chloe's exploits and wondered what it would be like if she could be that free herself. Listening to Chloe talk about the guy she was dating or what they were doing always gave Marilyn what she considered a very weird feeling, looking back on it now it is obvious to her that it was basic arousal, but back then it seemed weird and foreign. 

When Chloe was not around to tell her sordid tales, Marilyn found herself longing for excitement. Finally she was able to obtain a few trashy romance novels through Chloe and other friends and found herself staying up to all hours of the night reading those. She was doing the best she could to hide them from her mother and as far as Marilyn knows her mother never found them. While she was reading these, just as when she was listening to Chloe's stories, Marilyn had a strange sensation between her legs, but she did not know what, if anything to do about it. Never had the thought of masturbating ever even crossed her mind, despite talking about sex with Chloe and reading the trashy romance novels, the thought of masturbation was foreign to Marilyn and she wouldn't have even known what to do if she had thought about taking on the task of loving herself.

Marilyn went through all of her high school life as described, it was not until college when she finally had someone, including herself, touch her in a sexual way. Unfortunately for Marilyn, this was her first college boyfriend and he was more religious than her parents and every time he would do anything with her he would feel guilty and their relationship would take several steps back. After a year and a half together they had gotten as far as to give each other oral sex, but that was the extent of their relationship and Marilyn was desperate to experience more. Finally one day when walking on campus together Marilyn came across a tent giving away free condoms, when she went to stop her boyfriend told her matter of factly that they would not be needing them, ever (he didn't believe in birth control). The encounter brought out great rage in Marilyn, she was only 19 and was not looking to get married at that time and was definitely not interested in having children, ever. Seeing as she already had doubts about their relationship, the incident with the condom tent was the preverbal straw that broke the camel's back and she soon thereafter dumped him.

Having never had sex, Marilyn was extremely curious and wanted to find someone that would sleep with her; but she didn't want it to be some random encounter either, she wanted it to mean something. Shortly after dumping her first boyfriend she started dating Robert who was not overly experienced but who was not a virgin either, perfect for what Marilyn was looking for. She dated Robert for about three months and during that time tried to have sex with him on a few occasions, but for some reason Robert was not able to get excited enough to finish the deal and they never actually were able to go all of the way. Between the way she was treated by her first boyfriend and the failures of Robert, Marilyn was beginning to wonder if she would ever have sex and know what the big deal was.

Marilyn had met Ben while dating her first boyfriend and it very quickly became clear to Marilyn that Ben was interested in her; however she had always stayed away from him after being told that he was only looking for sex. Also, Ben was a little more experienced than Marilyn had been hoping for, by no means was he a man whore, but he had gotten around more than Marilyn was comfortable with. Finally though, after the fiasco with Robert, Marilyn thought it would be worth the chance to be with Ben.

Three weeks after starting to date Ben, Marilyn knew he was the person she wanted to get lost in, her body grew warm and moist with each thought of him and she knew he had the answer to what her body needed; Ben on the other hand was not so sure and made her wait an additional three weeks. When the night she had been waiting for had finally arrived, Marilyn laid on her bed in anticipation, she could hear the shallowness of her breath as she saw Ben slowly make his way toward her from the end of the bed. Her body arched unconsciously as he dipped down to take her into the most passionate kiss of her life. She threw her arms around him and tried to pull him as close to her as possible, her body yearning to become one with his.

Marilyn was not in any mood to be teased this evening and she wanted nothing more than to feel Ben enter her, reached for his hips and tried to move him closer to her as fast as she could. She was not concerned with savoring the moment or being overly romantic, she just wanted to know what it was like to be filled with Ben, when finally Ben began entering her. The initial pain was intense but just as quickly as it came it was replaced by the most intense pleasure that Marilyn had ever experienced, far more intense than she even believed to be possible. She threw her arms around him and held on as his cock drilled her again and again, she screamed out in pleasure and begged him not to stop, and her body continued to jar out of control as her pussy accommodated each thrust. She bucked her hips, trying to take in as much of his cock as she could letting her desire fall out of her in gasp and moans with each thrust of his body into hers, she closed her eyes and wrapped her legs tighter.

Her heart was screaming in her ears as the pleasure rose to the point of no return. She came and came over and over again, orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body. It was at that moment that she had not only experienced sex for the first time, but that she had found her soul mate, the man that she wanted to be with for the rest of her life. Marilyn felt that any man that could make her feel this good was a man that she would not let get away.

Marilyn and Ben went on to fuck like rabbits for the next year, doing each other any chance they could get, anywhere they could find. They did it in the staircases at school, the beach, hot tubs, and friend's houses during parties, anywhere and anytime possible. They could not keep their hands off of each other, Marilyn was obsessed with the pleasure that she experienced every time she touched Ben's cock or he touched her pussy. It was not long after that first night that both of them began to think of marriage and after the best year, both psychically and emotionally, Marilyn finally got to say yes to Ben when he asked her to marry him.

The nine months between the engagement flew by before Marilyn knew anything. During that time both she and Ben had graduated college, gotten their first professional jobs and bought their first house together. It all seemed to run together for Marilyn, and by their wedding night she had noticed that their sex life had fallen by the wayside in all of the excitement. Marilyn assumed that once the hoopla from the wedding died down that things would return to normal; but for some reason the next five years of her marriage were similar to the nine month long engagement rather than the original year long courtship.

She never really has understood why, but once she was engaged she did not really feel the need to have sex and when she felt the need Ben had already masturbated or was not in the mood. For a long time Marilyn thought that something was wrong with her, she felt unattractive and scared about what would happen to her marriage. She and Ben were obviously in love and had a great relationship outside of the bedroom, fortunately the arguments over the bedroom were few and far between; but when they did happen they tended to be very heated and would cause great strain on their relationship for several days. Marilyn was sick and tired of this cycle and felt the need to do something about it and try to get their marriage back on track.

Chapter three - Disappointment

Looking to do something to liven up their sex life Marilyn had designed plans for her Friday evening with her loving husband. Unfortunately for Marilyn her plans did not work out as it had been a long day at work for Ben; the twenty-seven year old IT manager had to get in at 5am for a database conversion. One of the major problems with Ben's early success was that he was expected to be on site for any major work that was done to his companies systems. Once the conversion was successfully completed, Ben still had his regular work to do which would keep him to work until five o'clock that afternoon. To make matters worse, the power went out halfway through the day and it wasn't until almost 7pm that he got the systems back up and running, after that he began his sixty minute commute home.

Marilyn had taken a vacation day at work, a day that Ben had originally planned on spending with her until the aforementioned database conversion was scheduled. Once he had to go into work in the first place Ben decided that it did not make sense to waste vacation day when he would have to drive all of the way there and all of the way back home. It was an especially easy decision for Ben since he did not know Marilyn had anything special planned, and in reality he had no reason to believe that she would, given the previous five years they had been married.

Marilyn was greatly disappointed to be alone during the day, but she figured that she would have as much fun with it as she possible could and spent the entire day texting and teasing him telling him what a great time she was having without her husband. She didn't tell him everything, after all she wanted to keep some surprises for that evening; but she made sure to know how much fun she was having at the spa when she was getting her massage and pedicure, oh how she just loved having her feet massaged!

After a day about town Marilyn went home to prepare for her night with Ben. Around 5pm, she sent him a text asking, "When will you be home?"

Ben grudgingly replied, "Probably pretty late, have a few more hours to go...big issues." He knew that she wasn't going to like that response almost as much as he hated sending to her, especially after hearing about what a great day she had been having without him. He was just looking forward to getting out of work, having a drink and hanging out with his love watching a movie. He had no idea what Marilyn was preparing for him, and really had no reason to expect it either. Ben was right, Marilyn did not like his response and she was immediately saddened as she had been more bored most of the day, despite what she had been telling Ben, and was lonely.

Ben and Marilyn live in a suburb of a middle sized metropolitan city in a house that they have owned since they were married five years prior, right after college. They were college sweethearts and had what many would consider a normal marriage; both had excelled in their professional careers to the point that they lived a very comfortable life and allowed for improvements to their modest house as well as twice yearly cruise vacations.

While not in the shape they had been in college, they were both what many would consider attractive. Ben has blond hair and blue eyes and stands six feet tall while weighing in at 195 pounds, about ten more than he like, but all in all given his desk job he did not complain. Marilyn still looked amazing, especially in the eyes of Ben, she was five feet seven inches and weighed 125 pounds dripping wet. Her short, straight red hair perfectly framed her attractive face, and her 34D chest along with her tight ass gave her the perfect figure.




Marilyn and Ben



While on the surface things seemed rosy, one aspect of their relationship that was not working for either Ben or Marilyn was their sex life. While in college they had a pretty active sex life, doing it four to five times every week and willing to try many different things...sex on the beach, sex in front of friends, watching others have sex, etc... Since they had married things had slowly died down, mainly because of their ever blossoming careers, and it had put the strain on their relationship. One of the reasons that they both had taken the same random vacation day was to spend it relighting the fire in their relationship, however Ben's work emergency ruined that and left Marilyn with a day all by herself and nothing to do while waiting for Ben to get home.

Not wanting to make her day a complete waste, Marilyn had planned to have a night of love, sex and fucking. She had rented a dirty movie, even though it really was not her thing, because she knew that Ben would really get a kick out of it and that it would definitely lead to some great sex. Marilyn also had made a special trip to Fredericks during the day to get a sexy red corset complete with the matching garter belt, stockings and thong all things that Marilyn loves to wear and that Ben loves to take off of her, or at least fuck around while she is wearing! Finally, Marilyn made one more stop while out today, she stopped at the adult toy shop to replace her magic bullets, the ones that she had previously had been around for quite some time and lost a little of their power, and Marilyn wanted to make sure that she had a brand new set for the night she had planned with Ben.

But alas, with Ben's work, it appeared that Marilyn would be disappointed yet again. When she received the text from Ben at 5pm that he was going to be home extra late Marilyn had had enough. She decided to start without Ben and she went to the kitchen, opened one of the bottles of wine that she bought and poured herself a glass. The disappointment that she felt left her with an empty feeling, something that even the Dido CD she used when depressed did not help get her mood up.

After the first glass of wine Marilyn went to get another when she decided that wasn't how she wanted to spend her Friday night, instead she wanted to have some fun tonight, even if it wasn't going to be sex, so she sent out a blanket text message to a group of her girl friends, looking for someone to enjoy the evening with until Ben got home. Finally, Chloe responded and said that she just finished up a really long week and that she was looking to just get her mind off of things. Marilyn suggested that Chloe pick up another bottle of wine and a movie. Chloe said that she would and that she would arrive within the hour.

Chapter four - Chloe

Chloe and Marilyn had been the best of friends since their freshman year of high school. Both had been brought up in what many would consider overly religious households and both yearned to break free. Unlike Marilyn, Chloe was more daring and able to break out of the shackles her parents placed on her at a much younger age. While Marilyn felt stifled while living with her parents Chloe used her living arrangements as a form of excitement, routinely making out with boys in her room when her parents were not home and sneaking out for a few hours on the weekends when they were sleeping. 

Chloe had lost her virginity at a young age, sixteen, while at one of her friend's parties after lying to her parents and telling them that they were staying over at one of her friend's homes. She always made the most of her friends whose parents were more lenient as the parents would always lie for her, not that they were actually lies as she always did end up spending the night at that friend's house! Her first time was disappointing as is the case for many people as she did it in the bathroom at the party while drunk with someone that she had been dating for only a few months. Predictably the relationship within which she lost her virginity did not last that long, but that did not stop Chloe from pursuing other relationships and enjoying life as much as possible. 

She was able to convince her mom when she was seventeen to allow her to get on birth control, claiming that her menstrual cramps were too much for her to bear and that the pill would help resolve that. Looking back she always laughs at this and ponders what would have happened if her mother had not been so naïve and blinded by religion to think the best of everyone. Getting on the pill was a very liberating experience for Chloe, no longer did she have to worry about getting pregnant and while she was still responsible enough to use condoms with the guys she was not overly familiar with, the lack of them on her serious boyfriends made Chloe very happy. 

By the time she was twenty and a junior in college Chloe had slept with seventeen different men, and had given head to an additional ten guys. While many people would have considered her a slut, Chloe never felt that way no matter how brief her encounters with some of the men might have been. She always just felt that she was someone who wanted to live her life as much as she possibly could and didn't want to focus on the negative connotations that might follow her because of that philosophy, as far as she was concerned those who judged others were useless in her mind and she didn't need to be involved with them in anyway.

During her junior year of college Chloe started dating Nathan whom she immediately became infatuated with. She couldn't do anything but think about being with him and did everything in her power to make sure that they spent little, if any, time apart. Rapidly they went from simply dating to a very serious relationship with an intense sex life. Chloe and Nathan would do it anywhere at any time as long as they knew they would be able to avoid getting caught and sometimes they didn't know, but still went at it anyway! 

The one time they were at the library on campus and it was late during finals week and both had major tests and needed a quiet, controlled environment to study and prepare. While the library was pretty empty they still wanted some more privacy so they rented a "study room" for a few hours and embarked in there to get their studying done, however after only a few minutes within the room they found themselves fondling each other under the table and one thing led to another and Nathan had Chloe bent over the table and was giving it to her from behind. Neither of them cared at that time that anyone who would walk by the window would be able to clearly see Chloe's tits hanging out and Nathan ramming her from behind, they just cared that they satisfied their primal urges at that point. 

By the time they graduated Nathan had proposed to Chloe and they were certain that they were going to be married within the following year, just as their good friends Ben and Marilyn. Chloe was in heaven, not only was she having a fantastic sex life but she was with the man she loved, things could not have been going better until September 21, 2003, a date that Chloe will never forget. 

The day before, she and Nathan had spent the day hiking in the woods about an hour away down the interstate from their apartment. During the day they had made love in this little secluded lake they had found, had a nice lunch and then made love again on the side of the lake. This was the exact spot that Nathan just two months prior had asked her to marry him. After several hours of loving, hanging out, talking about their upcoming wedding and all of the other things that you do on a relaxing hike they got back to their car and proceeded to head back home. 

Ever the opportunist, Chloe decided that with it being late and dark, the heavily tinted windows and the mostly empty highway that she would go ahead and had a little more fun. Slowly she first unbuttoned Nathan's jeans and the slowly unzipped them as his cock grew larger and larger in anticipation. Not only was Nathan obviously becoming greatly aroused but Chloe's pussy started flowing, she was so turned on she wanted to fuck him right there, but she knew she could not while he was driving, or could she? Once Chloe freed Nathan's 7 inch cock she immediately went at it, engulfing the whole thing in her throat which made Nathan moan, there was nothing he liked more than being deep throated and Chloe was a deep throat expert.

After a few minutes of this Chloe got really daring and backed off Nathan, much to his dismay and quickly ripped off her pants and her thong and before Nathan knew what was going on Chloe had thrown her right leg over him and impaled herself on his cock. Nathan immediately lost control of the car, just momentarily before regaining control. Chloe was not making things easy and Nathan was doing his best to enjoy having Chloe ride him while not killing them both while driving seventy miles an hour down the interstate, at least Chloe was moving slowly and allowing him to watch where he was driving.

In her highly aroused state it did not take Chloe long to orgasm while riding Nathan's cock. As usual she was not very quiet and given their close proximity her initial screams not only scared Nathan but also rendered him death for a few seconds, once he got past the initial shock he let himself go as nothing turned him on more than hearing, seeing and feeling Chloe orgasm. Within moments Nathan was dumping the rest of the cum that he had stored in his tired body into Chloe's hot pussy, somehow keeping his eyes on the road and not crashing. Chloe quickly dismounted and the rest of the ride home was uneventful as both were spent from the long day of hiking and love making.

When they finally got home, Nathan and Chloe decided that the long day in the sun had left them ready to take a shower and given the dirt they had accumulated they felt it would be best to clean each other. After a nice and relaxing shower together they got dressed in their pajamas, Nathan wearing flannel pants and his favorite University t-shirt Chloe in a similar pair of flannels and one of Nathan's big t-shirts that she loved so much. Both were exhausted and it did not take long for them to fall asleep with Nathan holding Chloe tightly in his arms, that night Chloe slept better than she ever had her entire life and was happier than she had ever been.

The next morning Chloe woke up to find that Nathan had already left, he had a flying lesson every Sunday morning as he was working his way towards his pilot's license. He had only been flying for about six months; but he had gotten quite good and developed a real love for it, hoping that one day he would be able to go ahead and fly Chloe and himself anywhere they wanted to go for vacations. Chloe hated these Sundays, she liked to spend the morning with Nathan and to make him breakfast in bed, but she knew how much he liked to fly and as long as he was happy she was happy.

As she rolled out of bed she found a note that he had left for her on her desk, it was short and sweet and said "going flying now, see you in a few hours, love you baby." It was not much, but she cherished these little notes, she felt like such a girl but she did not care, she was in love and that is all that mattered to her. It was a relatively slow morning for Chloe, she made herself breakfast, logged on to the internet to check her email and generally just putzed around, that is until her mom frantically called her, a call that would change her life forever, asking if she had seen the news, she hadn't yet but she quickly turned on the local stations. At first she was not sure what she was seeing; however very quickly she realized what had happened, a small private plane had crashed just west of the executive airport, the same time of plane that Nathan was training to learn.

Immediately Chloe was speechless, she did not know what to say as her mom was screaming at her in the phone. Falling to her knees she did not need the confirmation, she knew that it was Nathan's plane, she just felt it. Instinctively she just hung up the phone and started crying, her life was going to change forever and she did not want to talk to anyone at that moment, she just wanted her Nathan back. Chloe was in shock and she did not know what to do, her phone was ringing off the hook and she just kept ignoring it, only checking to see if Nathan was calling her, holding out some hope.

Finally, Chloe's worst fears were realized when the local Sheriff's department showed up to inform her, as his emergencies contact that Nathan was dead in a plane accident. She did not know what to do, she had been crying all day long and was out of tears, she just felt numb. The Deputy Sherriff took sat with her sometime and called a grief counselor to come and talk to Chloe, which helped her only slightly, she was in too much pain to talk to anyone.

Over the next few days Chloe was a wreck, all that she could do was cry and sleep, and she was constantly wearing those big t-shirts of his that she loved so much. She missed him so much and his shirts smelled like him, giving her a reminder of her love, of what she was missing. Finally Chloe had a very tough day the day of the funeral, but being able to grieve in such a public manner, with Nathan's family, friends as well as her friends helped Chloe get through. Chloe and Nathan's mother, Sarah spent basically the entire time crying on each other's shoulders, not knowing what else to do, it was easily the hardest thing that either of them ever had to do and it was comforting in an odd way that they had each other to get through it.

Once she got past the first initial week without Nathan, Chloe's life slowly got back to normal. She got back to work, she gave away most of Nathan's possessions to friends, family and eventually charity, keeping a few choice items for herself, most notably her engagement ring which she placed into a safe deposit box and planned on never looking at ever again, she just liked to know it was safe. Over the next few years Chloe rarely dated and never had sex, she just wasn't comfortable getting close to anyone in that manner, but slowly she started coming out of that funk that she had been in and was looking to get back out into the world and fully live her life, five years of mourning had been enough for her.

Chapter five - Awakening

Like Marilyn, Chloe was twenty-six and very easy on the eyes. While Marilyn was five foot seven, Chloe was only five foot two and weighed in at 120 pounds with luscious 32D's and a great figure to go with them. If it were not for their height and the difference between their hair (Marilyn had straight auburn red hair while Chloe has short curly blond hair) many would consider them to be twins. They had known each other since they were freshmen in high school and have been best friends ever since.

Getting tired of waiting, Marilyn opened her own bottle of wine before Chloe got there and poured herself a glass, but not before she laid out the outfit she had just bought and took a picture with her camera phone to send to Ben. She sent it saying, "See what you are missing out on? Too late now, your loss!" At this point Marilyn was showing her displeasure with Ben having to work late in a fun way, but in reality she was extremely annoyed with the whole situation. Marilyn knew that it was not Ben's fault, but that still did not help the situation any and only led to her frustration, which led to that first glass of wine!

By the time Chloe arrived at six Marilyn had already finished off the first glass of wine and was just pouring her second, she poured one for Chloe as well and they put the bottle Chloe brought on ice for later. Chloe and Marilyn had known each other since high school and had become very close throughout the years, so it did not take much for Chloe to realize that something was wrong. Knowing that something was wrong, Chloe decided to take the direct approach asking her friend, "Ok, what's up?"

Marilyn decided to play dumb, responding "What are you talking about; we're just sitting here drinking wine?"

"Bull shit," Chloe responded, going straight for the kill. "You send out a text saying that you needed someone to hang out, you asked me to bring a bottle of wine and when I got here you already are starting your second glass. Never mind the fact that you are a light weight and really cannot hold your alcohol as is, but I know that you never drink this much! So I ask you again, what's up?"

Chloe was a five foot two inch buxom beauty with short blond curly hair and beautiful 32D's that looked great on her. She had what many referred to as "curves in all of the right places" and she and Marilyn had been friends since the first day they met. Since they both had different body types, one shorter one taller, one of the joys of their friendship was that they rarely, if ever, attracted the same man and never had to deal with the jealousy that came from that. This allowed Chloe and Marilyn to become so close that when Chloe realize just how much Marilyn had drunk that night she knew something was going on and she was determined to find out.

Marilyn was not going to make Chloe's fishing trip easy though, stated "nothing is wrong... everything is great."

Chloe, not buying her friend's statements continued to press for information and finally, after a few minutes of convincing, and another glass of wine she was able to get Marilyn to open up. Marilyn spent the next twenty minutes telling Chloe about the troubles she was having with Ben, everything from the lack of spontaneity and creativity to the lack of sex itself. The fact was that Marilyn and Ben had gotten into a rut, and even when they had sex, it was anything but exciting, and rather it almost felt obligatory. With that Marilyn, had lost her overall desire for having sex, which only further led to more time between their encounters, which subsequently added more strain on their relationship.

Marilyn proceeded to tell Chloe just what she had done that Friday afternoon to try to spice things up that night, only to have Ben's work take priority, once again, and ruin her plans. At this point Chloe felt horrible and asked if there was anything that she could do, to which Marilyn replied, "Yeah, pour me another glass of wine!" They both laughed and Chloe proceeded to the kitchen to pour the wine.

When Chloe was in the kitchen pouring the wine, she could not help but notice the bag from the local adult store that Marilyn had left on the table, her curiosity getting the better of her she opened it and saw the movie that Marilyn had mentioned earlier. Knowing the Marilyn had already had several glasses of wine, Chloe thinking that her friend needed this and that it was really time for her to open up again, especially with such a good friend, thought she would have a little fun with her friend and decided to pop it in.

As Chloe walked over to the DVD player Marilyn had an idea of what she was up to, and found herself oddly excited at the idea. While Marilyn was by no means a fan of pornography she had drank just enough wine to start to really loosen up and figured what the hell and let herself enjoy the idea, especially knowing Chloe's recent history with all things sex and the fact that not only did she need to loosen up this evening but it was time for her old friend Chloe to come out of her shell. Chloe started the movie and sat back down on the couch, this time a little closer to Marilyn than she had before, but not too close to be uncomfortable.

The movie started with a beautiful blonde girl with curly hair and great tits lying on the bed beckoning her man to come and join her. The two made out just long enough to give the impression that they were truly passionate lovers and then proceeded to give each other oral sex. By this point, both Chloe and Marilyn were adequately turned on and Chloe was inching closer and closer to Marilyn, to the point that they were practically snuggling. Just as they were about to touch and go into a full snuggle, Marilyn's cell phone started buzzing, it was a text message from Ben. He let her know that he finally had completed all that he needed to and was on his way home. Also, he apologized for being so late on a Friday night. While Ben had no idea what Marilyn was planning for him had he got home on time, Marilyn wanted to make sure that he knew what he was missing out on by having to work so late. She felt that this was a perfect chance to tease Ben, deep down Marilyn was a major tease and sent him the following text message:




Marilyn and Ben



"Don't apologize to me, you are the one that is missing out, Chloe is here and we are a bottle and a half in."

While, that did not fully let Ben know what was going on, he had some hope for the night as he knew both Chloe and Marilyn well, and knew that they were both interested in experimenting with the other. Ben figured that a bottle and a half of wine, along with Marilyn's disappointment in his working on what was supposed to be a vacation day, might just be enough for them to act on their desires. Of course he also knew what a crazy tease his wife was and that Chloe had not had any form of sex in almost five years, so he took that in stride and decided to play along. Ben thought for a moment as he drove before responding to Marilyn's text. "Don't do anything without me," he sent to her.

By the time she got that message, the scene on the TV had heated up to the point that the guy was taking the blonde from behind as she was on all fours on the bed. This heated up the living room to the point that now not only where Chloe and Marilyn fully snuggling, with Chloe having her arm around Marilyn; but Chloe was lightly (and perhaps unknowingly) massaging Marilyn's breast. Marilyn, trying to be as un-distracted as possible, but this was such a comfortable setting for both she and Chloe, responded to Ben's text saying, "You better hurry then, it's starting to get hot and heavy in here."

This immediately sent Ben into heat and he knew that he had to get home as fast as he could, keeping in the back of his mind what a tease she can be and wondering if he was not just going to end up disappointed again that evening as he had been so many times. He sped the rest of the way home, ignoring the speed limits. Luckily for him he and Marilyn lived in a rather remote part of town as he faced no traffic issues along the way and was able to speed without too much concern of being caught. As he was stopped at a light on the way home he took a moment to respond back at Marilyn, saying "Just hang on, I'll be there shortly." While he was thinking of what was happening at his home his seven inch cock was pressed hard against the fabric of his khaki work pants and he seriously thought about unzipping and freeing himself, but thought better of it was he was only ten minutes away by this point.

Meanwhile, as Ben was speeding as fast as he could get make it home in time, Marilyn was trying to not let things escalate too quickly, after all it was clear that she wanted to do what she was doing at this point; but this night was about her and Ben and she wanted to share this experience with him. Finally, as she got his last message letting her know that he would be home quickly she did not see the harm in getting a little head start on him. By now, the movie that she had rented had moved on to another situation, this time a red head with a brunette with no man in sight, which Marilyn felt was just the perfect thing to see on the screen given the state of affairs currently going on in her living room. At this point, Marilyn had begun to massage Chloe's D sized breasts under her top, rubbing her erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Tentatively Chloe moved her hands down towards Marilyn's lap and began to rub Marilyn's warm pussy through her jeans, she hadn't touched anyone but herself in this intimate of a way since that last time in the car with Nathan some five years before and while she knew she wanted what was happening to happen she was still worried whether it was the right thing to do or whether she should stop herself and leave.  

Marilyn was not quite ready for that just yet and before Chloe's hand was able to unzip Marilyn's jeans, Marilyn grabbed her hand to stop her, which was at the same time a disappointment but a welcome relief to the hesitant Chloe. Her disappointment was lifted moments later though when instead of letting her hands continue; Marilyn turned to face her friend of years and moved in slowly. They shared a soft first kiss, one filled with passion, despite their closed mouths. As she moved back from the kiss, Marilyn smiled at Chloe and surprisingly did not feel as bad as she had expected, after all she had just kissed someone other than her husband. Chloe meanwhile felt much better about the direction the evening was going and her decision to press forward that while Marilyn was thinking about what she had just done, Chloe suddenly moved forward and placed a much more forceful, yet no less passionate, kiss on Marilyn is waiting lips. This time Chloe opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against Marilyn's lips, pushing through the closed barrier they had made and into her mouth. Chloe had officially thrown all caution to the wind and was ready for anything this evening.

They kissed, tongues entwined, for what seemed like hours, but in reality were just a few minutes. Finally, as Chloe started to let her hands roam around her friend, Marilyn broke the kiss and said that she had to stop. Taken back, Chloe asked, "What's wrong, this feels so right, I am so ready for this?!?!?"

Marilyn responded, "Nothing, I just can't do this without Ben around, he'll be home in a few minutes, don't worry!" With that, Marilyn and Chloe returned the cuddling state they had been in before the passion of the video they were watching had taken over. Feeling really daring, Chloe then grabbed Marilyn's phone and sent Ben a text, saying "you better hurry your ass home, things are getting hot in here and I want to fuck your wife."

When Ben received that text message he was only five minutes from his house, but those five minutes felt like an eternity to him, it did not help matters that Ben had a very long and grueling day and that he really needed a shower before anything could happen. Also all doubts that Ben had been having regarding having whether his wife was teasing him had gone out of his mind. He knew something was going on at his house and he had high hopes that he would be involved with some fun at some point in the evening, but he also knew that he did not smell good and that he did not want to turn off either of the girls. So just a few minutes before pulling into his driveway Ben sent this reply to Chloe, on Marilyn's phone, "I need to shower once I get home, so looks like you will have to wait a little longer." Ben was hoping that this would not completely upset the girls, while letting them know that he was up for whatever they had planned.

As he pulled into the garage and walked into the house Ben was shocked to see the two girls, closely cuddling on the couch while watching a man get serviced by two beautiful women. Instantly, the hard on that he already had thinking about this moment got harder as he was not expecting it to be quite this sexual as an ever small part of him was expecting that his wife and friend were just messing around with him. Finally, after staring for a few moments with his mouth open Ben remembered that he needed to take that shower and proceeded as fast as he could into the master bed and bathroom to get cleaned up.

By now Chloe was at the point that five years was enough and she could not wait anymore and decided that if Marilyn was not going to get things started that maybe Ben would be up for some fun. Chloe went into Ben and Marilyn's bedroom right after Ben had gotten into the shower and took a moment to enjoy the view. One of the best things about the setup was that there were sliding glass doors and mirrors setup so that from almost anywhere in the bedroom someone could see into the shower, which had glass doors. Ben lovingly called it his "porn shower" because of this fact as well as the fact that there was room enough for at least 3 if not more, not that he had the opportunity to prove his assumptions to be true given his first several years of marriage with Marilyn. Just the thought of this had him absent mindedly stroking his already very hard penis. Chloe seeing this decided that she finally had enough and she was going to join Ben in the shower.

She proceeded to take off all of her clothes without him noticing and then joined him in the shower, causing Ben to jump at the surprise visitor. Ben asked her, "What are you doing in here?"

"Well, I couldn't wait to get going," Chloe responded, with a sexy mischievous smile "besides we all know that you aren't going to last long that first time so I figured we might as well get that out of the way!"

The first thing that Chloe did was to wash Ben, after all he had a long day filled with hard work and needed to be cleaned before he was ready for any action. She spent particular attention to his intimate areas; particularly his large cock which she wanted to make sure was extra clean and ready for any action that she might be interested in having with it that evening. Once she was happy that it was sufficiently clean, Chloe then got onto her knees in the shower and for the first time reached out and grabbed, in a sexual way, Ben's rock hard seven inch cock, positioning it just inches from her mouth. She hesitated for a second, taking in the sexy manhood that sat right in front of her, she paused during that second, thinking to herself "it's been far too long since I've done this". Finally she moved it to her mouth and gave the tip just a slight kiss. Even this little contact had him jump and Chloe knew that she would not have to work much to get him off as Ben was more than excited.

She then slowly licked the bottom of his cock while massaging his balls. When she got to the top there was a little bit of pre-cum which she licked off to get her first taste of his sweet juice. Wanting more, she slowly inserted his penis into her mouth. At first she only took a few inches while using her tongue to massage it, finally she took the entire thing into her mouth, it had been a long time since Chloe had deep throated someone and not only was she good at it, she enjoyed it. It was obvious that Ben was enjoying it as well, standing there watching this lovely girl sucking on his cock.

Ben was in heaven, he loved having his cock deep throated; however it was not something that Marilyn did often so this was a great treat. While Chloe had the entire length in her mouth she used her tongue to do wonders to his cock. Ben had never experienced something like this before and knew that he was not going to last too long. Trying to be considerate of his longtime friend Ben made it very clear that he was about to cum. Chloe assured him that it was fine, she motioned for him to let go and release all of his build up.

Secretly, Chloe was extremely turned on by giving head and loved to taste a man's sweet nectar, it had been far too long for her and she wanted to taste as much of Ben as she possible could. Although it was something that when she was more sexual she was always careful about the men that she swallowed for obvious disease issues, she felt comfortable enough with Ben to want to take his in as well. Ben felt a surge of pleasure coming on and then an amazing release. He began to squirt warm, salty sweet cum into Chloe's warm, wet mouth. Chloe held his penis with her right hand, stroking the base, while her mouth literally sucked the cum out of Ben, intensifying his already amazing orgasm. Chloe, mouth full of cum took three large gulps and swallowed all that Ben had to offer her. She dabbed her chin with her finger, got the little bit of cum that she had previously missed and put that in her mouth to swallow it down with the rest.

Chloe wanted Ben to know how much she was turned on by his orgasm. She grabbed his hand and guided it towards her warm, extremely wet and engorged pussy. She pushed his fingers inside, so that he could experience the full extent to which she had been aroused. Chloe had a major orgasm right there and then, it had been far too long since anyone other than a doctor had touched her there and the force with which she pushed Ben's fingers into her pussy only further added to her arousal as she came all over Ben's fingers, dripping onto his hand.

Chloe eyes found Ben, locking with his, her lustful gaze directed his mouth directly to her erect nipples. Ben moved away from her pussy at this point and focused his attention on the second most beautiful chest he had ever seen in his life. His tongue drawing lovely circles around each tight bud, he did not even have to look up to know what effect he was having as he heard Chloe moan with each suckle from his lips. He felt her hands press his head tighter to her huge breasts and he increased the force of his mouth as he grabbed at her other breast, squeezing, kneading and pinching it, making Chloe's screams of yes grow higher. In one swift motion Ben moved one of his hands back to her drenched pussy and quickly fingered at her engorged clit, eyes closed Chloe began riding Bens fingers as if her life depended on it, orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body and she continue to shout out his name, "BEN!! BEN!!" She just kept screaming at the top of her lungs.

Ben held on for the ride as Chloe continued to bounce up and down on his fingers while his mouth continued to alternate between her breasts, licking, sucking and biting them which only led to a further intense round of orgasms for Chloe. Finally, after several minutes of riding and soaking Ben's fingers Chloe's orgasm began to subside as she slowed down and ultimately dismounted him. Not wanting to forget this moment Chloe took Ben's hand and sucked on his fingers, savoring the taste of her orgasmic juices as she never had before. Finally, she reached up to Ben and gave him a passionate kiss, sharing the taste that she had just gotten of her dripping pussy with him. As they stood there kissing Chloe reached behind Ben and turned off the shower, they were by no means done but she knew it was time to proceed to the next level.

Not wanting to neglect Marilyn, she guided Ben out of the shower and headed over to the bedroom where Marilyn had been watching, very aroused, all of the action. When coming in through the doors Chloe found Marilyn on the bed, with her hand in her pants obvious masturbating to the scene that she just witnessed. Chloe moved closer to Marilyn, pressing her warm wet lips to Marilyn's, thrusting her tongue inside, sharing the taste of Ben which was still left in her mouth.

Chloe broke the kiss and said "Well, looks like I got all of your clothes all wet." With a wink, she started to remove Marilyn's shirt, revealing her large breasts straining to be maintained in her all too small bra. Chloe went on, kissing her way down her lover to just above the bra line, when she reached in front, unhooked the bra and ripped it out of her way as she assaulted Marilyn's nipples with her tongue. Marilyn had officially at this point thrown all inhibitions aside and was ready to bed to the will of both Chloe and Ben.

With Chloe switching between her two hard nipples, licking and nibbling, Marilyn was in heaven. Never before had she experienced the feeling of a woman's tongue on her breasts and she loved it as Chloe knew exactly how to derive the pleasure from something so simple as her nipples that Marilyn had never experienced before, a touch only a woman would know. She always enjoyed having Ben play with her nipples, but he couldn't come close to pleasing her the same way that Chloe was doing, he just didn't know what women liked.

Sensing that Marilyn couldn't take anymore, Chloe started moving her hands down to her hips, searching for the button on her jeans. When she finally found this Chloe began working on getting the jeans off, while moving her mouth down Marilyn's stomach, licking and kissing the whole way down. When she reached her panty line Chloe found the sexy black crotch less panties that Marilyn had planned wearing later for Ben. Chloe had never seen a pair of crotch less panties before and was intrigued and decided to leave them on as she licked and kissed Marilyn's thighs, driving her to the edge.

Finally Chloe placed her mouth slightly above Marilyn's clit and softly blew a little warm air on it, sending shivers through Marilyn. As Marilyn kept pushing her pelvis up towards Chloe's mouth, Chloe finally gave in and licked her clit, ever so lightly at first but following with more force until she was sucking on the clit and rubbing it lightly between her teeth. It didn't take long for Marilyn to have her first orgasm, but she did catch Chloe off guard as she bucked her hips up so hard and so fast that they hit Chloe in the face, something that she obviously wasn't expecting.

Chloe quickly rebounded from the shock of Marilyn's orgasm and continued working on giving Marilyn her second and hopefully more orgasms. She stopped working on her clit and started focusing on fucking her with her tongue, something that Marilyn had never experienced as Ben's tongue was not enough to perform this action. Marilyn was really enjoying the action that she was feeling and was quickly working on her second orgasm, she never knew that a woman would be able to please her so much, but she should have expected it given that Chloe obviously knew what would work as the orgasms kept cumming and cumming, faster and faster. She was in a state of bliss that she had never experienced before, one that she was hoping would never end.

After what felt like hours to Marilyn, but in reality was only a few moments, she started to come down from the highest high she had ever experienced in her life. Ben just chuckled at his wife; she had the largest smile that he had ever seen on her from the obvious bliss that she was experiencing. Marilyn quickly noticed her husband's mocking but she did not care, she just wanted to keep experiencing the feelings that Chloe had given her. Meanwhile, Chloe collapsed onto the bed next to her new lover while Ben watched the two of them from his bedside chair, contemplating the situation that he had found himself in and the sheer sexiness of the two friends lying fully euphoric while still very vulnerable next to each other. The three of them just relaxed there for about twenty minutes, enjoying their pleasure without talking, words weren't needed at that point they all knew that the night had just begun.

Chapter six -- Round Two

Finally the sexy smell in the air as well as the view of his two sexy lovers got the best of Ben and his cock began to grow once again as he was ready to continue the evening. He got out of the chair and made his way over to the bed as he slowly crawled in between Chloe and Marilyn, kissing Marilyn all of the way up her body paying special attention to her upper thighs and lower stomach regions, deftly and teasingly skipping over her still warm and soaking wet pussy. The teasing had Marilyn all hot and bothered and she was ready for more action and protested to Ben as he skipped over her hot pussy and to please he Ben made sure to pay attention to her already erect nipples as he got to her breasts. As he teased, licked and nibbled on her hard nibbles Chloe started her own teasing on Ben, kissing his back and rubbing his ass. Ben was not generally one who was comfortable with ass play, but he did enjoy having it grabbed and massaged by a beautiful woman.

After Ben was done suckling the breasts of his wife Marilyn he moved up and shared with her a passionate open mouthed kiss that was the hottest kiss they had shared in many years, probably since before they had been married. Neither of them wanted to break the kiss, they were enjoying the newly found passion that they hadn't experience in such a long time; but they both knew that they wanted more than just a passionate kiss, so as they were slowly breaking the kiss and backing away Ben reached around his back and brought Chloe closer to their faces. The three of them, tentatively at first, moved in for their first triple kiss a brand new experience for each of them and they all explored the others' mouths with their tongues. The only way Ben knew whose tongue was exploring his mouth was by feeling Marilyn's metal tongue ring hitting his teeth, not that he cared, he was enjoying the moment too much and was not worried about the slight pain she was inflicting on his mouth with her forceful kisses.




Marilyn & Kat



Well, here’s another installment of my wonderful Marilyn’s adventures. I thought I was tapped out of this story for now, but fan support (and a needed break from writing) have brought the fire back. Enjoy this one. Oh and by the way…too young, too offended, too illegal in your neck of the woods? Bounce!

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“So sis, I’ll see ya when you get back in from your date?”

“Sure, babe, no prob…catch you later!”

The two sisters stopped in the middle of the high school hallway, bent their heads towards each other and gave each other a peck on the cheek. As they raised their heads back up, Marilyn though to herself, “damn, that boy is gonna be lucky to feel those lips on him.”

“See ya Marilyn!”

“See ya Shari!”

Marilyn then coolly raised her Ice Blue Yankees baseball cap off her head, smoothed down her hair, then replaced the cap as she stepped out the door. As she stepped into the windy cold to wait for the bus, she had one thing on her mind…her significant other and baby’s mother Kat. “Damn, I’m so glad to have the day off work today. I haven’t seen her in a while,” she thought as she walked the couple blocks to the bus. When it hit her as to what Kat’s presence might bring, she stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes and allowed herself to shiver in lust, her dick stirring in its confines. “Lemme get going. I’ll die of exposure if all I do is stand around and think about fucking some girl senseless, even if it is Kat.” She let a smile creep across her face, then continued her walk on this blustery day, a spring evident in her step.

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“…18…uh…19…uh…20! Whew!”

Marilyn let herself drop to the floor after that last push-up, a slight sheen coating her body from the physical exertion. She rolled over on her back, then glanced up and behind her at her alarm clock. Noting the time, she said out loud to herself, “that’s good. Kat should be here soon.” She then pulled herself off her floor, then pulled her light blue t-shirt off, exposing a torso highlighted her large tits with nipples hardening with exposure to the air. She lifted one arm up to her chest and cast her gaze down on it, her free hand caressing the muscle. “Mmm…I see the guns are developing nicely,” she thought to herself. Flexing her arm under her own touch, she muttered to herself, “I like, I like!” Switching her other arm to her other hand for a comparison, she got an interesting idea in her head. Quickly, she shucked off her shorts and kicked the to the side, leaving her nude. Then, she walked over to her dresser to admirer herself in the mirror.

The visage reflected in the mirror would shock the life out of most people, and those who partook of her hermaphroditic charms, even Marilyn herself, were somewhat amazed by it. She quickly moved her gaze from her androgynous face to the long, flowing mane surrounding it, now tinted a warm shade of brown. From there, she looked at her surprising wide, strong shoulders and long, cord-like arms. Besides what was between her legs, they were the strongest reminder of the gender she once lived as. The rest of her body, however, was a different story, seemingly plucked out of one of her wet dreams. Her breasts, rising and falling along with her breath, were huge, to put it simply, topped out by large, almost black areolas and nipples that made on think of a Hershey’s kiss when hard. She let her eyes trail down to her rock-hard, yet smooth and soft to the touch stomach and a waist that while not incredibly small turned waspy when viewed in comparison to the rest of her body. Her hips curved out gracefully, completing the hourglass shape of her body, with her round bottom only hinted at from the front and big, strong yet soft-looking athletic thighs connected to her hips. 

“Damn, this is hot,” Marilyn breathed out. She reached up her right hand to palm her right breast, then slowly let the rest of her forearm trail up against it. “If I met someone who looked just like me and was 100% female, I’d fuck them in a heartbeat.” Her body seconded that idea, with her nipples hardening and her cock slowly filling with blood as it extended away from her body. Reaching down with her left hand to grab her hot chocolate flesh, she gently caressed her left hand up and down her shaft, letting the sensation register in her mind. “Maybe if I have enough time…”

“KNOCK! KNOCK!”

“What?” Marilyn shouted in response to the knocking on the door, somewhat annoyed she was drawn out of her reverie.

“It’s Kat,” Marilyn’s father shouted out.

“Let her in!”

The door opened up to let Kat’s tiny frame slide through. Still dressed in her school uniform, the clothes revealed a young teenage girl in the early stages of pregnancy. Her waist wasn’t as impossibly tiny, and her hormone-enlarged breasts couldn’t help but be noticed in her now somewhat too small shirt. When Kat and Marilyn’s eyes met, it seemed as if the two were magnetically drawn together. Marilyn reached down, brushed a few hairs from Kat’s face, then pulled Kat up a bit as she kneeled down. Their lips met suddenly, and the two melted into each other, hugging each other tightly and pressing into each other’s body while their tongue’s wrestled against each other.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone,” Marilyn’s dad mentioned futilely as he stepped away from the door. He closed it, leaving the couple to indulge in each other. “My crazy son. First, he decides to live as a woman, THEN he decides to father a child?” he thought to himself. He looked up, rolled his eyes as he drew a deep breath, then quietly walked back to the living room.

Meanwhile, back in Marilyn’s bedroom, Kat and Marilyn finally separated from each other long enough to greet each other. 

“Hi Mari!”

“HI KAT!!! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” belted out Marilyn, not particularly caring if she was heard by Mayor Giuliani, let alone her father. She pulled Kat into another deep kiss, then pulled away from Kat to show some restraint. She felt Kat’s eyes glanced downward to her semi-hard cock, then saw Kat look back up into her eyes with a lecherous grin.

‘Well, I was kinda playing with myself just before you got here,’ Marilyn mouthed to lover. ‘Got a bit hot looking at myself naked.’

“You know I do the same too…” Kat replied in her lisp. She then trailed a hand gently up her thigh, then rubbed it firmly against her panties. “…after looking at your hot body.”

‘Here’s an idea, boo. How about you get me fully hard, then you can sit on my dick and tell me about your day on the computer,’ Marilyn mouthed to her friend. She thought that for once, maybe they could have a nice conversation without having to IM all the time or decipher her lisp. As she was thinking that, she felt a pair of moist lips brushing against her tip, causing her to shudder and her tip to flare.

“Oh, God,” Marilyn gasped out unconsciously as she simply closed her eyes and tried to maintain her balance as she felt Kat’s lips and tongue make glancing blows up and down her shaft. She bit her lip and pawed at her suddenly enlarged nipples as she felt Kat’s treatment cause her blood to rush to her crotch. As her felt the butterfly touch of Kat play along the rough textured skin on her spongy, blood filled tip, Marilyn managed to open her eyes and gently stroked Kat’s hair in appreciation. When Kat pursed her lips on the ridge on Marilyn’s tip, she stiffened up, then firmly pushed her head away. She bent down, placed a soft, lingering kiss on Kat’s forehead, then grabbed Kat’s hand as she pulled them both towards her computer. 

After Marilyn sat down and pulled Kat on her lap, letting her dick poke up between her legs and bounce gently on Kat’s womb, she started up her copy of Microsoft Word.

“Ready Kat?” Marilyn typed on the screen.

Kat replied with a gentle nod. She then felt herself being lifted up by her hips until her small ass was even with her lover’s bountiful bosom. She was taken a bit by surprise when she felt Marilyn rake her nipples along her butt, and more surprised that she felt a slight quiver in her love’s flesh, an obvious sign that Marilyn was turned on by such actions. The thought was chased from her head as she felt the spit-slick head of Marilyn’s dick press up against her back passage, easing its way to familiar territory. As her asshole stretched open to welcome the familiar intruder, she felt this incredible flicking sensation against her clit. Kat looked down to see Marilyn’s dark fingers flick her fingernail quickly against her love button, the sensation strong enough to buckle her legs and let 3 inches of Marilyn suddenly jab inside of her. As she gasped from the sudden force, she was glad to feel Marilyn’s strong hands steady her descent. Soon, she felt her massive member stop its penetration about a little less than halfway down it’s length. Kat saw Marilyn’s hand reach down against to caress her sparsely-haired pussy and let her hand gently caress her hand over Marilyn’s, guiding the hand to reach all those delicious spots. After Marilyn’s hand release its gentle rubbing pressure from her inner lips, she felt her butt being penetrated deeper and deeper by the thick, long dick. As she let herself settle towards the base of Marilyn’s dick, she noticed that Marilyn’s hand was back between her legs again, gently rubbing her lips until her pussy tingled from the sensation of the hairs on Marilyn’s balls.

“Like that babe”, Marilyn typed out quickly before giving Kat a playful headbutt.

“Yeah, I did. That felt kinda nice Mari. Where did ya learn that?”

“Oh, I just got it from some Asia Carrera porno I snagged for the Net. While some guy was sticking it up her ass, she had this other girls rubbing your lips like I was doing. Anyway…how was your day?”

“OK, I guess. Just loving the delicious hormone rush pregnancy gives me. It feels so nice! Kinda like a nice lil up front payment for the pain of childbirth. I feel nice!”

“Hmm, you feel nice, eh? Maybe I should take a blood sample from ya, give it to me, let the peeps in her lab figure out exactly what’s in there, and next thing you know, 3 years from now, they’ll be blaming us for the next drug epidemic. ;-)”

“Hey! I just wanna have a kid, not be the source of the next crack!?” Kat typed back in reply before reaching back and playfully pinching her lover’s nipple hard, making Marilyn crying out a bit in pain.

“Hey there babe! That hurt! ;-) But anyway, how have you been holding up?”

“OK, just dealing with classes and my parents while holding our kid. My parents weren’t exactly popping champagne bottles when I told them, but at they’re being supportive and whatnot, letting me see you my honey =P”

“Speaking of honeys, did you see any on your way up to the Boogie Down?”

Kat paused for a bit, her fingers tickling Marilyn’s balls before typing back, “Well, there was this one girl on the D. She looked so delicious! Made me almost wish I wasn’t wish you right now. ;-)

“Mmm…really? Tell me about her, silly! Remember, I changed myself into this…” Marilyn ground her entire body against Kat, then continued typing “..and as long as I can keep my dick, I’ll change some more too. Hehehe. Seriously, describe her to me…”

“Hmm, well I saw her standing on the train apparently talking to some friends of hers. She was about 5’10” and brown skinned with these incredible curves…I think she might have been bigger than your sis. Anyway, it seemed as if she had curves popping everywhere with those tight jeans she had on showing off her huge ass and that t-shirt. Plus, the shirt was short enough to gimme a peek of that belly. She did have a bit of a gut, not enough to call her fat, but just big enough to notice and soft enough for me to wanna lay my face in there and suck on that juicy flesh. Her face was kinda pretty with a cute nose piercing, not really model like, but sexy in a kinda normal way, you know?”

“Hmm..so I guess doing these push-ups and sit-ups are a bad idea, eh?” Marilyn then bent her head down to start tonguing Kat’s ear. “So, tell me, what would you do with her?” she typed as her tongue worked Kat’s ear, and she felt Kat slowly start dripping down along her dick.

“What?!”

“Tell me what you would do with her…that is, if you ever had the chance.”

“Hmmm…that’s interesting…well, first, I’d hug her tight around her hips, squeezing her ass and laying my head into that soft belly of hers. Then I’d lay her down and let that soft flesh play across my lips, tasting her skin. Next, I’d kiss my way up her bodies, making sure to pay attention to that sensitive area under her breasts…” Kat then paused her typing to gently caress her shaven, glistening lips, rubbing against the wetness.

“Mmm…good start hun,” Marilyn typed as she nibbled on the nape of Kat’s neck. “Mind if I let my fingers take over for yours down below?” Marilyn reached between her lover’s legs, pushed Kat’s hand to the side and took over for her. She then reached up with her free hand to peck out “…continue…”

“…Well as I move up to suck her breasts, she takes one hand and presses my head to her nipple. I start nursing on the hardening nub, flicking my tongue all around it, and caressing the spit-slickened areola with my small fingers. With my other hand, I started a milking motion on her free breast, pulling on the teat as her abundant flesh spilled through my fingers. Suddenly, I feel her hand caressing my back in response, her body responding to me…her hand is slipping up under my panties, cupping my ass in her hand. I feel a finger sliding up and down my crack, brushing my asshole, and I suck her nipple harder in response. Without any warning, I feel a finger forcing itself hard up my ass, pumping me deep. I buck in pain initially, but when I feel her thumb rubbing against the bottom of my lips, I relax and let her work her finger into me…Oh I feel you doing that right now, Mari? Did I give you any ideas babe?”

“yes…” Marilyn hurriedly replied with one hand as the other was flicking along the base of Kat’s lips and her hips were gently pumping into Kat. “…tell me more…”

“To repay her, I start turning my ass towards her as I keep playing with her big titties, letting her play more with my body. I feel my jeans, then my panties, being pulled off me as I start licking my way from her breasts to a twat so juicy I can smell it. When my lips are halfway between her tits and her pussy, I feel two sets of fingers moving along my nether regions…two fingers pumping my pussy with a thumb strumming my clit and another finger gently rubbing against my asshole…oooh THANKS…play with me like that…and then she raises up her hips as I keep licking down, closing the gap between my lips and her pussy…YESSS…and now I’m licking around her clit, tasting all the juices that have dripped between her lips, and I’m sucking her clit now…OOOOOOOOOO GOD…she’s pulling my clit tight between her fingers, pumpin three fingers in and out, ooh yeah, she’s hitting my spot…gonna cum…sucking her clit bracing for MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…CUMMMINN NNNNNNN…”

Kat’s hands dropped off the keyboard as she felt her orgasm wash over her. She fell back against her lover, bucking her body against Marilyn’s breasts. Marilyn kept working her hands against Kat’s pussy, slowly pumping her fingers in and out the clasping sugar walls and gently rubbing her fingers on Kat’s clit. As she felt Kat slowly riding out her wave, she brought her dew covered fingers to her lips, tasting the citrus-like sweetness on them. Then, she brushed the off onto her lips, turned Kat’s head up towards her and kissed her hard while gently starting to pump her dick inside Kat’s ass. 

Marilyn pulled her lips away from Kat, then typed out, “did you like that?”

“Yeah, I LOVED it! You know I like to know how sweet I am ;-)” Kat raised her hips up, then started pumping on the dick inside of her. “How about you start playing along with me…I don’t want you to miss out on the fun...”

“ Please do continue!”

“Anyway as I’m coming down from my peak, I noticed that she’s cumming too! Apparently, my bucking on her body along with my sucking on my clit set her off. I’m crawling down her body more, licking all between her lips, trying to suck up her sweetness. Suddenly, I feel my ass spreading and two fingers rubbing their way inside of me, slipping inside my ass. I flick my tongue up and down her pussy in response, showing my approval. As I continue my oral ministrations, I feel her start to pump her fingers inside of me, starting off nice and slow. Then just as I slip my clit between my lips, she starts pumping me hard…OOOH…I exhale hard onto her clit, making her shake a bit as she pumps away hard in me…ooh yes, work it…then she takes my clit betweeh her thumb and fingersssssss..YESSS…work it…fuck me!!! Oh yeah…mmmhmmm…ahhhhhh…”

Marilyn wrapped one arm around Kat’s chest and pumped hard into Kat, feeling her dick being squeezed by her ass as Kat dripped profusely over her balls. As the nectar cooled down below, tickling her balls gently, she rubbed her nipples hard against Kat’s back, feeling her huge tits caress Kat’s soft skin. She slowed down her fucking soon enough to type on the screen “Mmm…are you gonna cum for me?”

“Oh yes…mmmhmmm…fuck that dick into me…split me…tear me up hun…pump me harder…yess…ahh yeah!!! Shove that cock deep up my ass while you play with mEEE AAAAAH YEAH YEAH CUMMMING CUMMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

Marilyn held Kat to her tight, keeping her lover from bucking out of her as she kept fucking her. She felt Kat’s ass contract around her cock as she felt her cum, caressing her hard dick. She bent her head down to kiss Kat, to which Kat responded with a scream in her mouth. As she felt Kat continue to cum, she kept pumping harder into her, pulling on Kat’s tiny nipple, hoping to stretch out her orgasm just a little bit. Just then, she felt a delicious sensation in her cock, making her jump suddenly. Without warning, she pulled Kat down to the floor on all fours without slipping out of her. She bent over Kat’s prone form, her hair spilling over her eyes. She raked her nipples along Kat’s soft skin on her back, then mauled one of her boobs hard with her hand, feeling the tension on her nipple as the flesh bulged one. She then pressed her face into the nape of Kat’s neck, sucking on her skin gently, and started to jack off in Kat’s ass, using her for nothing more than a cum recepticle. She felt Kat’s body buck in response as she fucked harder into her, feeling the itch build up along her shaft and in her nipples. She was glistening with sweat by now, her nostrils flaring and her body perfect in its sheen. She started fucking in short powerful strokes, exhaling hard onto Kat as she felt her orgasm start to approach. When she felt herself hit the point of no return, she wrapped her lips around Kat’s skin and hummed into her. Soon, she felt herself shooting into her lover, keeping perfectly still as she felt as her seed was shooting into Kat’s mouth. As the shots started to die down, she started pumping a bit more, letting a bit of her cum drip out of Kat’s asshole and down to her balls. She arched her back as she felt her juices mix with Kat’s on her balls, then started easing her way out of Kat. When her softening dick was fully disengaged, she collapsed onto all fours next to Kat, trying to catch her breath and still her heart. 

After a moment, Marilyn brushed the hair from in front of her eyes and took a deep breath. She turned Kat to face her and kisses her gently while Kat toyed with one of her breasts. She disengaged from Kat’s lips, then mouthed to her “thank you. I missed you so much. Thank you for everything.”

Kat then kissed Marilyn on the cheek, then smiled broadly. She responded, “no…thank you.”

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Marilyn & Robert:  The Beginning



(As Marilyn lay there, thinking of the events of Tuesday past, she couldn't help but become aroused. She suddenly became aware of the weight of the thin sheet on her nipples. Her pubic area became a fraction warmer than it had been a moment ago. The cool air coming in from the open window touched upon a fresh sheen of sweat just beginning to appear on her collar bone. She knew she would never meet anyone like him again, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted too.)

The man had arrived in town just that day, or at least that's what he told her. He didn't know his way around the city and was running late for an appointment. Marilyn didn't usually speak to strangers, but she knew exactly where he said he was going, so she stopped for a brief second to give him directions. All he had to do was take a left at the end of the block and a right two streets down. After relaying this information, Marilyn proceeded along her way.

She was shocked to see this same man at the market that night on her way home. He approached her to thank her for the help earlier in the day. Immediately, Marilyn was uncomfortable. When he asked her name, she lied. She slipped away as quickly as she could and completed her shopping for the evening. As she waited in line, the same man was behind her. Finally, she turned and asked if he was following her. She was half kidding and half serious, but it was a good way to bring a possibly dangerous situation to everyone's attention without acting like a school girl.

At first Robert looked a bit taken aback, almost emotionally hurt. He told her he was not following her and that it was just a coincidence. He gave her his name and apologized for making her uncomfortable. After her transaction, Marilyn felt compelled to explain herself to this stranger. She told him she felt silly for being so paranoid. Robert said she could make it up to him by buying him a drink sometime and started to walk away. Before he got too far, Marilyn was surprised to hear herself say "Now is as good a time as any!"

After four White Russians and some pretty manipulative conversation, Marilyn found herself inviting Robert into her home. He quickly had her blouse unbuttoned and his tongue in her mouth. Marilyn became afraid for her life. Robert pushed her down on the couch onto her back. She looked at him and pleaded for him to leave now. He knelt in front of her with his hands on her upper arms. He looked directly into her eyes and explained to her that he had gone a long time without a woman. As he leaned in to devour her neck, he whispered "You are so very beautiful, I will have a hard time controlling myself."

Somehow, Marilyn let the fear take over. She rationalized the idea of having sex with this stranger. She thought if she complied, he would leave and this horrible event would be over. But was it really all that horrible? His mouth on her neck felt wonderful. He was biting and sucking and ravaging her neck as he held her firmly in his grasp. Robert wasn't actually hurting her that much, he was just not letting her move. She decided this might be an adventure after all; no matter how afraid she was.

(As Marilyn tried to remember every detail of that first night, her hands started to linger about her belly. She traced her left index finger up and over her erect nipple. Circling the areola, pinching the pink stiffness, her memories continued. A chill ran up her spine and she shivered at the mental image of Robert's face, directly in front of hers, telling her what she was about to do for him.)

The things Robert explained to her at that moment were things Marilyn had never fantasized about before. After he told them to her in that way however, it felt as though all her fantasies were about to come true. Robert kissed her deeply and moved his hands from her arms to her waist. While never removing his stare from hers, Robert lifted Marilyn up off the couch. They kissed again as his hands moved to her buttocks. He gripped them tight and lifted Marilyn up. Her legs naturally wrapped around Robert as he walked toward the back of the apartment, heading for the bathroom.

Robert removed Marilyn's blouse, her skirt, stockings and bra. Now, she stood there in front of him clad in only her white lace panties. The length of time he took ogling her near naked body started to make Marilyn nervous. He stood, completely still, staring at her. When he finally moved to walk around her, she felt herself jump, her skin break out in goose bumps. Robert moved silently around Marilyn, not touching any part of her body. Suddenly, he grasped the back of her string bikini panties and pulled hard. The strings on the side ripped in half. The panties pulled away from Marilyn's body violently, causing her to lose her balance momentarily. She stumbled, grasping the counter top to compose herself. "I won't let you fall" Robert stated, very matter of factly from behind her. She felt somehow comforted by that fact.

Robert guided Marilyn into the shower. He told her to stand still. He closed the curtain and left the room. As Marilyn stood there in the shower, with no water running, she started to think of ways to force him to leave. This waiting was driving her insane. What was he doing? Where had he gone? Did he leave the apartment? Just then, Robert returned. He reached one hand into the shower, behind the curtain and turned the shower on, full blast, freezing cold.

Marilyn shrieked and moved toward the back of the shower to try to avoid the water. Robert stepped in behind her and held her close to him in a very comforting embrace. He had taken his clothes off to expose a very well endowed, very capable looking body. He then pushed her away from him, hands on her hips, forcing her to stand under the cold water. He explained he wanted her clean and fresh. With Marilyn facing him, he told her to bend over. She complied, exposing very sensitive areas of her body to the coldness. Robert spread her ass cheeks apart as far as he could and began rubbing his hand along the middle of them, teasing her asshole with an index finger every now and then. He reached for the soap and lathered his hands. He then began washing the cleft of her ass.

Marilyn was very uncomfortable and not very stable in this bent over position. But as Robert's hands began running slippery soap between her cheeks, each time getting closer to her pussy, she felt somewhat aroused. Robert then slid his hand all the way down to lather the soap into Marilyn's lower lips. He teased her clit and then ran the length back to her asshole which he also teased. To Marilyn's surprise he didn't make her stand like that for long. He rinsed her off and allowed her to stand erect once more. She stole a glance at his large penis as her head lifted past and felt a shiver at the thought of what he intended to do with it.

After Robert toweled Marilyn dry, he led her into her own bedroom. He had already pulled the covers back and fluffed the pillows. He told her to climb into the bed and cover up so he could tuck her in. She looked at him, confused and he simply stared back at her. So, she climbed in. He leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, looked directly into her eyes and said. "You can trust me." A shiver of fear ran up Marilyn's spine and she wondered whether or not she would live through this experience.

(Marilyn thanked all that was good then for not allowing her to go completely insane with fear that night. Thinking back now, she remembered how very frightened she had been. If it weren't for the fear however, she may not have remembered every detail quite so well. It was those details that were causing the wetness between her thighs right now. While her left hand began exploring her breasts with more interest, her right hand began a path south. She wanted to touch herself, to make herself orgasm, but she took things slowly. She let the memories continue to play out in her head, unhurried and very detailed.)

After lying in bed for what seemed like an eternity with her ears peeled, Marilyn decided to get up and investigate. Robert had left the room and hadn't made a sound since. She pulled the covers back, let her legs fall over the side of the bed and began to rise. The door flew open, Robert leapt on top of her, his hand over her mouth, pushing her on to her back once again. Marilyn's heart was racing from both the still, silent wondering and then the unexpected attack. Not being able to breathe fully, due to Robert's hand over her mouth and partially blocking her nose, she felt she might pass out. Panic took over then and Marilyn began to squirm and tried to fight Robert off. His maniacal laughing was the last thing she heard as she slipped down the dark tunnel of faintness.

As Marilyn came too, she could feel a soft hand stroking her cheek. As she remembered why she had passed out, she realized she could not move her arms or legs. Just then the soft hand smacked her cheek, causing her to open her eyes quick. Not hard, just loud. Robert was kneeling over her, once again stroking the same cheek. Her hands and feet were bound to the bed somehow. She was confused and not completely alert. Robert stated that it was time to start the fun. He told her to lay quietly or he would gag her as well. She desperately wanted to scream, wanted to run away. She could not.

Robert laid on top of her full length. His weight felt somehow comforting to Marilyn. He slid his hands beneath her back and held her firm. It was just a simple hug, but it seemed to excite Marilyn more than she was willing to admit. He began gently kissing her neck with small, grade school pecks. He released one arm from below her and lightly explored her breast with it while he continued to softly kiss her neck and earlobe. Marilyn's nipple responded at once. She felt the shiver spread throughout her chest. She felt the tightening of the skin ending in the hard tip of her left breast. Robert paused and looked down to view this erect nipple as if it was the first he had ever seen. He caressed it, pinched it, watched goose bumps spread over the breast. In a whisper, barely audible to Marilyn, Robert breathed "This is going to be more fun than I thought."

Robert raised up on to his knees, his hard prick pointing to the ceiling. Marilyn jumped and tried to recoil. Robert grinned an evil grin of the likes Marilyn had never seen before. He then dove in. It seemed as if he were trying to smother himself with her crotch. His tongue delved inside Marilyn's already moist cunt as his nose ground into her clit. She could feel him straining, trying to taste her as deeply as he could. His grinding hurt Marilyn and excited her at the same time. He pulled his tongue out and began lapping at her pussy as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted. Long ravenous laps, starting at the skin between Marilyn's asshole and cunt and ending at the top of her cleft. He was lapping at her as if he were a dog who hadn't eaten in days. Marilyn's clit was standing as erect as it ever had. No one had ever devoured her this way before, so close to pain, but so intensely uninhibited. She could control herself no longer. She felt her ass cheeks tighten to press her pelvis into his face. Just as she began to feel this extremely quick orgasm begin to rock her body, Robert slammed his tongue into her pussy once again, nose grinding on her swollen clit. Marilyn could feel her muscles clenching against his tongue as the waves of orgasm took over. She was sure to keep quiet however, not wanting to be gagged. She had to stifle what she thought might've been very loud yelps of pleasure.

Marilyn had never cum that quickly before and was shocked she had at all, given her current situation. After her body stopped bucking, Robert pulled away from her. He was standing at the end of the bed, looking very upset. Marilyn realized she may have just done something wrong. "I didn't give you permission to cum yet." Robert stated, sounding very perturbed. He frightened her. She wanted to be let go, set free. She wanted to have some form of control over this situation. Something told her she would never have control again.

(Marilyn's fingers found the folds of her womanhood. They played along the outer lips slowly, meticulously, not wanting to rush things. Her left hand was now caressing her belly, moving down to help her right as her breath started to deepen. Her eyelids closed half-way when she allowed one finger to spread her lips apart and feel the wetness now oozing out of her. She pressed this finger against her clit and shivered. The memories continued to flood in.)

Robert told Marilyn he would let that slide once. The next time she experienced orgasm without his permission, he intended to make her pay for it. Marilyn believed him. She opened her mouth to apologize and closed it quickly when Robert said, "Don't say a fucking word for the rest of the night." She nodded that she understood and Robert smiled at her. He had a beautiful smile. He seemed very innocent and charming when he smiled. This frightened Marilyn even more.

Robert mounted Marilyn and held her face in his hands. He stared into her eyes and told her she was beautiful. He continued to stare at her as his cock began pressing against her vagina. Marilyn was still very wet from her orgasm and Robert slid the head of his prick inside her outer lips. With almost precision pressure he entered her, very slowly. Inch after inch, Marilyn could feel his cock slide against the inner walls of her pussy. His length seemed to never end. His girth was amazing, filling her completely. Robert's hips finally met hers and he pressed in hard. When he could push no further, he pulled out just as slowly as he had entered. Robert ran the length of his cock in and out of Marilyn's cunt this way eight or nine times, just as slowly as the first. He filled her completely, then left her empty over and over again. Just as Marilyn allowed her eyes to close part way and feel without seeing, Robert slammed his cock deep inside of her, hard, wrapping his hands around her neck. Marilyn's eyes shot open in surprise, her mouth formed an "o" and she almost let out a shocked sound. The look on Robert's face had changed to one of complete determination. He was strangling her and slamming his cock to the hilt over and over again. His eyes were open wide, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. His hands were so tight around Marilyn's neck, she feared she would lose consciousness again. Robert threw his head back and screamed out in release, his cock as deep inside Marilyn as her body would allow, his hands clenched on to her neck. He remained in that position for what seemed like a full minute, Marilyn's sight fading with each passing second, when suddenly he collapsed, releasing his grip on her neck. He fell onto her, dripping with sweat and heaving for every breath just as Marilyn was fighting for her own.

As their breathing slowed together, Robert reached up to release the Velcro strap holding one of Marilyn's arms. He held her arm in place for a moment, then brought it down to her side. He lifted away from her and brought her hand to his mouth. He gently kissed each of her fingers and then the back of her hand. He turned her hand over and placed it over his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers and looked at her for a moment. With that, he dropped her hand on to her belly and got off of the bed. He told her to wait five minutes before releasing the rest of her limbs. He explained to her he was going to leave then and would be back... Someday soon. As he walked out the bedroom door, he smiled and said "Thank you."

(Marilyn was now feverishly rubbing her clit, legs spread open on the bed. Her body was aching to unleash in a frenzy of orgasm. Sweat poured from her neck, natural lubricant poured from her pussy, and tears poured from her eyes. She grabbed and groped at her breasts, belly and hips with her free hand. Her ass cheeks were tight, pushing her mound into the rubbing of her hand. She felt the first wave of intense heat rush through her belly, her whole body seemed to relax for a moment as she inhaled deeply. Marilyn had reached that moment at the beginning of orgasm which she loved so much and wished could go on for hours or days. But before she could revel in it, her entire body tightened up, her back arched, her hips started to buck in motion with her hand as she was rocked with each wave of ecstasy.)

As Marilyn unbound herself from the bed, she didn't know which was stranger, him not warning her not to call the police, or her not rushing to do so. With a mild sense of amusement and an overwhelming sense of confusion, she chuckled under her breath. In no way did she find these events at all humorous, but bewildering and surreal. Marilyn did not hurry to the phone. She sat on the bed until her legs regained their feeling. She stood and tested their strength. As she stepped into the shower, she decided not to call the authorities at all. They would just make her feel naïve and stupid for inviting a perfect stranger into her home. Especially one who she originally thought had been following her. She would chalk it up to a lesson learned. After all, she wasn't hurt, and she actually enjoyed parts of it.

(Marilyn wondered when she would see Robert again…)



Marilyn & the Gym Teacher



OK, here we go again. So far the feedback from my first story is good. Orgasms are plentiful, my style is apparently distinguishable from the poorly written estrus that runs occasionally through the newsgroup sex story scene, and it's familiar enough to people that people are comfortable soaking their hands reading me. My debut is a smash. So here's the deal: in my little series, there are gonna be a couple more stroke stories. Then, I'm going to write a bit of an epic trying to explain how my Marilyn came to be. Even though I'll take care to write some hot sex scenes, it'll have elements like plot and background to help you through the recovery time between cums. But that's a good distance into the future. For now, let's enjoy the present. 

Now perverts, what time is it? It's legal disclaimer time! This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers. Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18. It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta try. So without further ado, on with the story.

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Mandy and Marilyn scrambled into class just as the class was breaking into basketball games. They both collected themselves, caught their breath and hoped to fake their way out of what could be a bit of a jam.

"By the way," Marilyn whispered to Mandy, "you didn't see what you saw between my legs if you want to see it again."

"OK, Marilyn, thanks for the 'help'!"

"WALKER! CORRIGAN! What is the meaning behind what's going on here?"

Their jam had appeared. Coach Mary Bailey strutted her way in front of the two girls. Though she was only 5'3" and small-boned, she had a tough reputation that made her gym class the scourge of the school. More importantly that tough rep helped her to massive success coaching the girl's hoops team to a couple of state championships and tons of league titles. Her really short, curly hair and soft, pretty face was toughened enough by age and attitude to garner her more than enough respect.

"Uh, Coach Bailey, I was just helping Mandy out with a problem, right Mandy?" Marilyn said with a wink.

"Yeah, Coach, Marilyn was just helping me out with something in the locker room. No biggie."

"Alright Mandy. Go on and shoot some hoops with those girls over there," ordered Coach. Mandy quickly slid her way over to a bunch of uncoordinated girls struggling to dribble the ball with one hand. Then Coach walked up to Marilyn's ear and asked, "what the hell were you doing with Mandy in the locker room?"

"I fucked her, Coach Bailey."

"Why? Do you want to put your whole, er, situation on blast?"

"Trust me, Coach Bailey. She'll keep her mouth shut."

"OK. I don't know why you can't keep your panties up. That's the third time you've 'helped' someone like this all year! I can't help you like this if you keep 'helping' others. Look at Mandy," Coach demandingly asked.

"Why do you think half the school thinks I'm a lesbian? Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine."

Coach shrugged and stepped off to the side as Marilyn jumped in to a pick-up game with a bunch of boys in the class. She didn't have much trouble getting into the game after nailing a fallaway jumper over the boys basketball team's star forward. "If she'd ever choose a gender," Coach thought, "she could very well be all-city." That got Coach thinking back to the first time Coach found out about Marilyn's condition...

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Coach stood around, taking attendance the first day of class. Finally, she got to the new name in class.

"Marilyn Walker? Marilyn Walker?"

Coach thought that was a bit strange for someone not to show up on the first day. Besides, even shitty students don't cut the first day. "Hmm," Coach said to herself. "I'm going in the girl's locker room. Stay right here, or you'll spend the period running!"

With that, Coach sprinted off the gym floor and into the locker room. Immediately she heard something unusual. First, she heard a steady slapping sound again flesh, accompanied by the moans of a female voice, apparently out of pleasure. "What the heck is going on here? Is some girl having sex with a boy in the locker room? Here we go again," Coach thought to herself. With that, Coach peeped around each bank of lockers, with no sight of the people making the sound. However, after moving down from one set of lockers to another, she noticed the sound getting louder and louder and sounding closer and closer. With that, Coach quickly stepped down to the end of the last bank of lockers and put her back to them. Not wanting to scare off the guy and girl too quickly, she slowly turned around and looked down the small hallway by the bank of lockers. What she saw had her mouth dropping wide open and her eyes bugging out.

What she saw required her to do a double take. She saw a girl with long, wavy black hair with a slightly downcast head and a face in apparent deep concentration and lust, her eyes slitted reflecting how lost in her own world she was. Her new gym shirt was pulled up, exposing her torso up to her shoulders. The lifted shirt allowed Coach to see what would appear to be the product of breast implants on an older woman. But on this girl, they looked as natural as they were, huge dark pillows topped by huge areolas covering about half her breasts and nipple that were thick and stood out nearly an inch. One of the girl's hands roughly massaged against one of her breasts and pinched on the erect nipple. However, it as how the girl was slightly hunched over and, more importantly, what hunching allowed the girl's breasts to push gently against that shocked Coach the most. A large penis, appearing to be at least a foot long and abnormally thick, was not only brushing against her breast, it appeared to be attached to the girl. She was steadily stroking her huge dick, her left hand pumping up and down and her left arm flexing as she moved. Her shorts and panties were pushed down to just above her knees as she sat on the bench pleasuring herself. After a few brief seconds, Coach finally shook out her reverie and finally was able to make a statement...

"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Shocked out of her pleasure-induced trances, Marilyn looked up at Coach and liked what she saw. Her small face, refined look and soft caramel skin would look good next to mine she thought.

"Start talking, missy."

"Well, uh, let me explain. I'm Marilyn Walker, a new student around here. I know you have two questions come to mind." "This," she said while gently grabbing and shaking her still-rampant dick, "well, it's a long story, but let me give you the short version. Even though I look very female and live as a female, I have this big dick. That leads to the second question you're probably answered. Like many guys that having dicks, they have certain, shall we say, needs that need to be taken care of. Being that I rushed out the house this morning without a bra, combined with the soft feel of my new gym shirt, well, I had to do what I had to do before I could go to class."

Still shocked, Coach replied, "Yeah? And?"

Marilyn's mind churned, looking for a way to get out of the impossible jam she was in. She thought about how attractive Coach was to her. Then in a few seconds, she replied coquettishly, "well, since I am pretty close to cumming, could you come here and suck me off to finish me? That way, I could be relieved and we could both get on to class."

In a response borne equal parts out of necessity, curiosity and horniness, Coach closed the distance between herself and her quite unusual student. She got down on her knees in front of Marilyn and pulled her shorts down all the way to her feet. Then, she just stared and marveled at the raw power of the dick in front of her, all smooth and shiny and big and thick and veiny, and the soft round femininity of the huge breasts just above it. Marilyn let go of her cock, letting it drop to almost parallel to the ground, and Coach was free to explore the surface of it with her hand. Try to touch every inch of her cock with her hands. As she did this, Marilyn softly cooed and brought a nipple up to her mouth for her to lick and suck.

Realizing that time was of the essence, Coach went right to work on the dick after a brief period of exploration. She grabbed it with both hands and pumped a nice, fast rhythm on her dick, helped onto by how soft and smooth it was. Then, she quickly leaned towards the tip and started licking all over it, coating it with saliva. A dollop of pre-cum oozes out the head, and Marilyn cooed softly, rubbing her nipples, after that effort. Then Coach thought of a way she used to get her husband off to get her out of this situation. She continued jacking off the cock, but turning her hands from side to side as she moved up and down. At the same time, she started licking in circles around the tip of the dick as her mouth closed in to suck on it. Once her mouth accustomed to the size of the swollen tip, she quickly eased her head down, twisting her head from side to side and licking around the shaft as she went down. When she got halfway down, she stopped and continued back up the same way she went down. After a few go-rounds, Marilyn started to realize how good this felt.

"Oh yeah! Do it some more! I'm close to cumming..."

With that, Coach decided to step up the pace some more in her oral and manual ministrations. After all, she had a class to attend to, and neither she nor Marilyn was gonna make it to class anytime soon if she dawdled about and enjoyed this too much. So she decided to add a little flicker to her tongue as she licked around the dick while she was sucking on it. As it turned out, that was the added little spice that she needed to push Marilyn over the edge.

"Oh yeah...I'm about t-to c-cum...pull it out 'til the tip is in your mouth...please?"

Willing to do anything to expedite things, Coach pulled her head up the cock until just the tip was in her mouth. Just as she finished that, the dick started to shoot off massive jets of cum into her mouth. Not wanting to leave any stains on her polo shirt, nor on her face, she took care of swallow as fast as possible. In a hurry, it seemed like she was drinking water from a fountain instead of cum, she was swallowing so much. Pulling away from the dick, she stood up and dusted off her knees.

"Come on, Marilyn," Coach said, checking off her name on the attendance sheet. "Let's get on to class now! And be careful with yourself. I'll give you permission to change by yourself, but please keep episodes like this to a minimum, OK? I'll try to discreet about, your...er...," she said, giving the slowly shrinking cock a glance, "condition. Now move it!" Then Coach went on back to the gym, trying to keep as calm about everything as possible.

With that, Marilyn pulled her shirt over her boobs, and stood up. Without any kind of a bra, her nipples stood out embarrassingly, but she needed to get on to class. Then she stood up, spread her legs slightly, grabbed the base of her dick with one hand and pulled the tip back with the other, pulling back until the tip was nestled in the crack of her ass, just past her asshole. She then quickly pulled up her panties and shorts and sprinted off to class.

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"That girl is nuts," Coach thought to herself, staring out at the busy class. This was the third time she helped herself to the female student body. Granted that the first two girls Marilyn 'helped' were such major sluts, they were known to sleep with anything human, and reportedly one of them didn't even accept that species limit. But with Mandy, she thought, she might have pushed it a bit too far. While Mandy wasn't a perfect angel, she wasn't a megaslut either, and she definitely didn't do girls. Once word got out about them two together, shit might really hit the fan. Oh well.

"BRIIIIIIIING!"

The sound of the bell brought Coach out of her reverie. "OK! Class dismissed! Get changed!," she barked out just before blowing her whistle. The class streamed out of the gym, with Marilyn being the last to leave. She turned back to wink at Coach, then went on into the locker room, thinking about get changed and getting through the rest of the day just so she could get home and spend some quality time...

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Marilyn at the Movies



So, after about a bit of a hiatus, the shemale that you love is back. Well, at least I love her. After all she is an alter ego for me. Now if I could parlay that into some cash, I’d be good to go. Anyway, it’s good to be back in the saddle, especially the way college has been getting to me. This story, and the next few I plan on writing, will be stroke stories, meant for some happy action fun time with yourself.? I might do another series, but it depends on buzz for the next few stories. So, if you like them, WRITE ME! Comments are my only motivation for this right now, so please show your love by writing me at the address in my profile. That being said, I must show you the disclaimers before some mother in Iowa writes me about corrupting her precious innocent child…

This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers. Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted. All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author. Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18. It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta try.

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“Man, am I glad to get off that bus! It’s apparent that bus driver confused the concepts of cold and fucking antarctic! Plus, now I’m nipped out too.”

Marilyn stepped off the bus into the quiet, cool Queens afternoon. She was on her way to see a movie. Any movie. Just anything to escape civilization for a couple of hours. She had a tendency to do that whenever she had a bad week. This one sure qualified as one. First, she had a whole pile of tests thrown onto her at once. Plus, she had to write a 6 page paper for her least favorite subject, English, on some Shakespeare play. And, of course, it seemed that as fall descended, the sex drives of the fine men of the Bronx seemed to rise. It seemed as if someone had slipped something into the water or something. So, with Kat busy with a school project, she decided to head into her native borough to relax for a bit and return to the Bronx with her batteries recharged. As she was thinking this, she nearly walked right into the glass at the box office.

“What movie is starting the soonest?”

“Um, well, we have ‘Autumn in New York’ starting at 1:40…”

“One ticket please?”

“That’ll be $8.25 ma’am.”

Fishing a $10 bill out of her pocket, she slipped the money through the opening in the box office. “Here you go.”

“OK, your change will be $1.75. Here’s your ticket and enjoy the show!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marilyn thought to herself. “I just need to relax. Forget this fake friendly crap.” Her dress belied her attitude. Underneath her thin Tommy Hilfiger jacket, she wore a ratty little t-shirt with enough of the bottom cut off to show off her belly. She dug up some track pants, wore some green lace panties she just happened to find clean this morning, and finished it off with some old basketball shoes. As she handed off her ticket to the ticket taker, she barely paid enough attention to him to figure out where the theater where the movie she was supposed to see is playing.

She quickly bounded up the stairs, then half ran into the small movie theater, as if the doors could somehow keep me safe. She decided to take a seat in a back row, the better to stretch her legs. “Ah, the sweet joys of American escapism. What would I do without them!” she sighed to no one particular. “Oh shit, there’s some time before the movie. Let me get a soda right quick…”

Marilyn returned to her seat just after the previews started rolling. She put her large soda down on the floor, shucked off her jacket, then plopped down in the padded seat. She reclined slightly, then picked up her soda and placed in against her partially exposed belly. “Mmm, that feels good,” she thought to herself. “If this wasn’t in public, I’d be tempted to whip it out right now and stroke myself off.” Then she took a glance around the movie theater. Save for a few girls her age, a middle-age couple and an older couple, the theater was vacant. “What would I do for a place to think without Hollywood churning worthless crap? Got to a library?” she thought. Then, she chuckled out loud, nearly spraying the soda she was sipping on.

As expected, the movie was crap. However, it gave Marilyn a chance to clear her head. After all, when you had a week like she had, you just need to just let your mind free associate for a bit, take it out for a jog if you will. So, Marilyn stared blankly at the glowing screen, sipping on her soda, idly scratching and squeezing on her braless breasts. After not too long, her soda was finished, and her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. “If I didn’t have to pee, I’d be able to get a nice long nap out of this movie,” she thought to herself. Her legs stiff from sitting, she stretched her long, built body up, then stepped out of the movie theater towards the bathroom.

The women’s room was fairly quiet when Marilyn stepped in there. It seemed too large for it’s own good, especially considering the ‘prodigious’ crowds that filtered through the movie theater this time of day. However, along the long wall of sinks, she did notice someone interesting. First off was the woman’s hair, dyed a bronze hue, shoulder length, and despite a bit of a curl towards the bottom, in need of a fresh perm. However, the face that she spotted in the mirror seemed permanently fresh. A cross between the cute chubbiness of a baby and the subtle intensity of sensuality, the woman’s caramel-hued face was staring intently into the mirror, placing mascara on her eyelashes. Now situated directly behind the woman, Marilyn looked at the rest of her body. The stranger’s body appeared the epitome of ‘ghetto fabulous’, with her thick body, huge round butt and large, slightly sagging breasts encased in a simple black tube dress that barely covered her big, soft thighs as she bent over the sink. 

“Not bad, not at all,” Marilyn though to herself as she tried to slip in backwards into a stall, trying to keep a glimpse of that body as long as possible. When she slipped down her pants, she noticed that she has developed a bit of a hard-on. “Cute. Now I’m gonna have to angle myself as I sit down not to get my tip in the water,” she thought to herself, carefully not to say anything out loud to give her away. She then took care not to think any more of the beautiful woman outside of her stall as she relieved herself, not wanting to have to entangled her manhood from the toilet. Finished, she tucked herself back up between her legs, pulled up her pants and panties, then opened the door to her stall. She caught herself staring at the beautiful stranger in front of her, watching her as she put her wine red lipstick on her soft lips.

“Like something you see?”

“What?!”

“I saw you staring at me ever since you came in here,” the stranger said as she looked at Marilyn through the mirror. She then turned her head around to look behind her and said, “I’m kinda flattered.”

“I’m saying though, um, well, I just thought you were…”

“Fine? Sexy? If you were a man, you fuck me this second? What difference do the words make? I know you want me,” the stranger responded as she turned to face Marilyn and stood up. Marilyn took this time to check out the whole package, from her cute face and cherubic lips, to her huge tits, to her slight belly that looked so cute on her, to the thick thighs all the way down to her 3 inch platform heels. She felt the stranger eye her from top to bottom and said, “you ain’t half bad yourself. I wish I had a body like yours. Then again, I have had bodies like yours in that special way.”

“S-so I take it you like women?”

“And men. What difference does it make?”

“M-my name is M-marilyn? What’s yours?”

“Just call me…Love, and we’ll leave it at that. Besides, I like looking at you better than that damn movie I was watching.”

At that, Love reached up, looked into Marilyn’s eyes and lightly squeezed at Marilyn’s breasts. She repeated the squeezing motion again, this time lightly pulling on Marilyn’s nipples through her shirt. Her hands kept slowly moving as they cupped and massaged her breasts, then moved her hands down to caress her soft belly. When her hands brushed against the ebony midriff, Love gave the stomach a playful squeeze, looked up at Marilyn with big eyes, smiled innocently and said “mmm…this looks yummy!” Her lips moved down to where her hands were and gave Marilyn’s stomach a few light pecks. She then sucked on the exposed belly button, kissing it and flicking at it with her tongue.

“O-ooh, that feels good,” Marilyn managed to gave out between shivers of pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, very much.”

“I might do some more of that later. Meanwhile, I have something else to attend to,” Love remarked with a wink and a mischevious smile.

She then reached between Marilyn’s legs to grope at her crotch. As she ran her hand back and forth against the smooth crotch, her eyes bulged out in surprise. “Hmm…looks like I’ll get to find out whether the ‘If you were a man’ situation really is true.” She reached her hands inside Marilyn’s waistband and pulled her pants down to midway up her thighs. She then pulled aside the green lace panties, letting Marilyn’s dick pop out and hang slightly outward and down.

“It looks like someone’s getting excited.”

“Yeah,” Marilyn nervously chuckled, “y-you could say that.”

“Well I got something more exciting for you.…”

With that, Love pulled the dick out until it was parallel to the floor, then bent over and gave the tip. She then slobbered Marilyn’s tip a bit and licked all around the head to the little ridge at the base of the tip. Her lips caressed the sensitive skin as she dragged her lips from the tip down to the shaft, her tongue flicking out as she did this. Her free hand was stroking the piece of dark meat in her hands, part out of admiration, part out of lust, part out of caring as one would a pet. She nuzzled her nose against it, then started kissing wetly against the dick in her hands. She felt it twitch and harden as she continued her attentions, and felt its owner shuddering, felt her hands in her hair stroking it, heard her moaning. By the time she reached the base, she stopped, blew all over the wet skin on the shaft, then starting kissing and sucking the skin on the balls.

“Oh yes…please, don’t stop…”

Love gave Marilyn a series of short, soft butterfly kisses on her balls. She gave them with the patience and caring one only gets with a connection between human beings. She used her mouth to show how much she liked doing this, covering the balls in front of her with kisses. Just as she was about to bring her lips back up to the cock, she a shudder from her partner and felt a hard tug on her hair.

“Are you OK?” Love asked.

“Uh..uh…yeah…just need to catch my breath. My knees just went jelly there. Damn, you’re incredible!”

“Thank you,” Love replied with a smile.

“C-can I lean against the sink? So I don’t slip and fall and hurt both of us?”

“Sure. Just let me do a few other things first.”

Love walked over to the end of the bathroom by the door. She quickly placed the wet floor sign outside the door, then took the time to lock the door from the outside and propped the garbage can up against the door.

“There we go. We should have plenty of private time now,” Love said with that infectious, almost innocent smile of hers. “Now lean up against that sink miss,” she said with a mock harshness, “we have some business to finish.”

Marilyn waddled over to the bank of sinks and leaned against the counter, bracing herself with her hands. Love kneeled on the floor, grabbed the half-hard cock with her hand, brought the tip to her mouth and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue all around it. As it started to harden to completeness, she took more into her mouth, working her tongue all around the thick shaft she was struggling to fit into your mouth.

“Wow, you’re a *big* girl down there, if you know what I mean,” Love remarked as she took the dick out of her mouth.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, I think I can handle you though. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me, and everything will be OK, alright?” Love posed with a smile and a gentle giggle.

“OK. Just lemme know if I’m hurting you.”

Love then quickly took 4 inches of cock back into her mouth, slobbering and moaning contentedly. She took the time to work her tongue around the huge dick and change the pressure she was sucking at as she worked her mouth up and down.

“Yeah…that feels so g-good…please don’t stop…don’t hurt me like that,” said Marilyn, nearly brought to tears by the sensations she felt. She leaned heavily against the counter as she laid her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to cope with the sensations shooting from her cock. She reached under her shirt and started to paw at her breasts as she felt that warm, wet, tight mouth bring her to a full erection and slip another two inches inside, caressing every inch with care. She felt hands stroking the rest of her cock outside of the mouth, and she opened her eyes and looked down to see Love working her mouth with lust-filled eyes and a smiling mouth. Marilyn stroked her hair in loving appreciation with one hand as she felt the strokes on her cock get longer and longer and deeper and deeper. When she felt a pair of hands grab onto the base of her cock as another two inches were sunk down Love’s throat, her hands went limp, not thinking that someone could make her feel this good. Too lost in her sensations to cum, she reached up her hands and brushed them by a pair of huge tits attached to the woman sucking her off. While one hand continue up to grab and maul at her own breast, the other lingered down there, reached in the tube dress and started rubbing on a breasts, feeling the hard nipple and bumpy areola. Just then, her hand went limp as she felt one very powerful suck that would have made her cum if she didn’t lose herself in the feeling in the first place. 

Love then grabbed on tight to the three inches of the massive member not exposed, then slipped the rest out of her throat. She took a deep breath, now being able to breathe clearly without a dick in her mouth, and said coquettishly, “so, you wanna play some more, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Why don’t we switch places? I’d like to just lay back and have my nipples bit and my pussy eaten. Besides, if you do a good job, I have some fun for us,” she said breathlessly with a wink and an incandescent smile.

Marilyn practically jumped off the counter and made room for her new friend, who immediately jumped up and sat on the counter. She then turned and faced her to hug her tight and kiss her hard, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouth. She grinded her chest against her friends, then disengaged so that her hands could fully explore the large mammaries in front of her. As she roughly mauled them through the dress, she felt Love press her chest against her hands, her tits oozing out between the fingers. Marilyn then grabbed the part of the dress over her breasts and pulled it down to her waist, exposing what she was checking out before. The boobs were very large, as expected, with a slight sag to them, topped with milk chocolate areola, bumpy all around, and erect half-inch nipples.

“Mmm…looks like someone stuck chocolate kisses on your chest,” Marilyn said to her new lover.

“Well, chocolate kisses just begged to be sucked and bit, right?”

“Yeah”

“Well suck on them for me, baby,” she said with a smile. “Bite my nipples.”

Marilyn then took Love’s left breast in her hand and tentatively kissed at a nipple. She then kept kissing it with more and more passion until she was sucking on it hard, trying to pull it away from her breasts and lifting the breast up in the process. She then took the nipple between her teeth and lightly gnawed on it while her tongue was allowed to trace the rough terrain of her areola. She took her right hand from the left breast and used the fingernails on that hand to pinch at the other nipple.

“Mmm…yeah…that feels so good,” Love moaned out to no one as she grabbed Marilyn’s head tightly, weaving her hair through her long wavy hair and squeezing as hard as possible. “Oh, yeah, move your hands all over me…work me baby…”

Suddenly, Marilyn had an idea pop into her head, and she pushed her head against Love’s hand in order to get her to release it.

“Wanna play a game?”

“But aren’t we playing one now?”

“Well, you’ll like this one,” Marilyn said with a confident wink. She dropped to her knees, grabbed one of Love’s legs at the knees and stretched it all the way out from her body. She then slobbered her lips against the skin under the knee, looked up at Love and said “Are…”

She moved her lips to Love’s calf, pressing her skin against the resilient muscle and the sweet skin. “You…”

Finally, she tried to suck the skin off Love’s ankles, flicking her tongue fast against the skin. “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah…I wanna see what else you have to tease me with!” Love replied with a smile.

Marilyn slipped the high-heeled sandal off of her lover’s foot, allowing her access to the small, cute feet, capped with tiny toes painted in polish the same color as her lipstick.

“OK, here’s the game,” Marilyn said softly. “We’re gonna play a game of ‘This little piggy’ with a slight twist. Got me?”

“Yeah”

Moving so that her mouth was by the big toe, she looked up at Love’s soft face and said softly “this little piggy went to market…” After she said that, she took the toe between her lips, swirled her tongue all around it, then sucked it into her mouth. She felt Love shudder all the way through her toes as she pumped her lips up and down the toe a few times, then pulled it out. “Are you ready for the next one?”

“Oh, yes, baby,” she replied as she reached up to palm her breasts. “I can wait until the last part,” she said with a lustful smile.

“Ooh, you’ll see,” Marilyn replied with a wink. “You’ll see. Now this little piggy went home…” She finished that line in a similar way she finished the first one, with a nice long suck of the next-biggest toe. She did this two more times, each time driving Love crazy, bucking her hips up off the counter and pulling her nipples hard. Panting, she looked down at Marilyn as said, “Mmmm…yeah baby…now how are you going to get the last piggy…” She then pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing her g-string, pawed at her pussy at then said “…home?”

Marilyn arrogantly smiled, then said “…and this little piggy went wee…” She followed that up with a quick suck of Love’s little toe. 

“…wee…” 

She then sucked and licked at the skin on the side of the foot, running her tongue down a bit to the bottom.

“…wee…”

She then took the thick ankle, grabbed onto it with her hands, sucking and licking at the soft skin attached to the hard bone.

“…wee…”

She then moved around to between Love’s legs and licked all over the soft calf.

“…all the way home!”

She then attached the legs with avengence, sucking and licking and kissing her way up the leg. She lapped away at her skin like a dog laps away at water. When her lips reached midway up the inner thigh, she felt Love shiver hard.

“Oh God, baby, make me cum, oh please make me cum!!!” Love moaned out in desperation.

So turned on by this display of lust was Marilyn that she raised her shirt over her braless tits, pinched at her nipples, then rubbed them lewdly against each thigh.

“Well, maybe, if you ask nicely,” Marilyn cooed in reply, then kissed closer to Love’s pussy, close enough to smell how much wetness she’d dripped onto the countertop.

“Please…make me cum…don’t do this to me!”

Marilyn kept playing with her tits in her hands as she nuzzled along closer to the pussy that so begged to be kissed. Just as she was about to touch it with her lips, she moved her lips over to the other side of her pussy to nuzzle against the juncture of the other thigh to her hip. 




Marilyn at the Movies



Along in tears, Love screamed out “PLEASE…I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!!!!” Then she grabbed Marilyn’s head and aimed her lips straight at her g-string covered pussy. Wanting to tease her lover just a bit more before eating her out, she tentatively stuck out her tongue against the soaked fabric and tongued out a ‘Y’ against it. No sooner that she did that, Love grabbed her head tighter, wrapping her fingers in her hair, trying to get off against her tongue. Still mauling and palming her breasts in her hands, she kept moving her tongue against the panty-covered pussy, slowing spelling out the rest of “You need me!” By the time she reached the exclamation point, Love was bucking around like a bronco, sobbing in tears, desperate for release.

“PLEASE…(sob!)MAKE ME CUM!!!…DON’T MAKE ME SUFFER LIKE THIS…”

Finally, Marilyn spread Love’s legs with one hand and pulled her g-string aside with the other. She took one gentle lick on one of the labia on the twitching, shaved pussy, then said, “mmm…this caramel sure is sweet.” That one lick took Love past the realm of language and left her laying against the mirror a sobbing mess. She did a matching lick on the other labia, then went pressed her lips to her clit, taking it inside and touching her tongue to the tip of it.

Love came so hard, she thought she was going to die. All the pulsing sensations she felt coursing through her body were magnified. She felt every muscle in her body tighten up as her pussy began to twitch in orgasm. She felt her heart pumping harder and harden and faster and faster. She felt like her brain start to swim in endorphins. Then it happened. Her heart pumped so hard and fast, she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. Her muscles felt as if they were going to explode. Finally, she felt her pussy clamp down against itself harder that she ever felt before. As the final contractions happened, she slumped down against the mirror, lost in a world where all was piece and she felt love. She felt like she was floating through space and that she was going to be there forever. When she finally came to a minute later, she felt her foot rubbing against some sort of pole. As she opened her eyes, she saw that Marilyn was rubbing her foot against her dick, using the soft flesh to get her hard. As she felt the dick twitching, she tried to move her foot in a way to get him harder. Soon, she was giving Marilyn a foot job, and as she felt him twitch, she noticed that she was close to exploding that cock.

“L-love…remember that reward you owe me for a job well done?” queried Marilyn as she held onto Love’s ankle to stop from collapsing on the floor.

“Sure. Tell you what…I want you to pump my pussy a couple of times…to get you lubed up…then I want you to stick that dick up my ass so I can give you the cum I *know* you need.”

She jumped off the counter, then turn around and bent over the counter. She pulled up the hem of her dress, finally showing off the massive globes of her ass split by the thin band of the g-string. Marilyn, tantalized by the sight in front of her, walked up to the fat ass, stuck her dick in the crack, grabbed Love’s hips and started grinding against her.

“Yeah, this is so nice…I gotta fuck this…”

Marilyn then stepped back just enough to pull the g-string to one side, exposing Love’s pussy. She then bent her dick out, bent her knees some, then slowly slipped each inch of her cock inside the wet pussy, pumping it inside of her. 

“Ooh…this is so good…you’re getting me so hot!” Love moaned out raspily.

“Thank you.” With that, Marilyn bent over Love, turned Love’s head to the side and kissed her deeply, their lips hungrily caressing each other, their mouths trying to swallow each others. After making out like this, the two realized that Marilyn was balls deep inside of Love.

“OK…I think I’m ready to fuck your ass now.”

“Do it…I want your huge cock back inside of me…”

With that, Marilyn stood up straight again, pulled out of Love’s pussy, lined up her dick with Love’s asshole and rammed half of it in.

“OOOOH!!!! YOU’RE GONNA SPLIT ME IN TWO!” 

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that…er, I mean…I just got so excited…I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Marilyn then bent over to Love’s head and kissed her forehead in apology.

“Don’t apologize…that feels so good….now fuck my ass hard and pump some cum up my ass!”

With one hand, Marilyn grabbed onto one of Love’s breasts, and she reached down to her clit with the other. She locked lips with Love again and began to pump deep inside of Love’s ass, playing with her clit as she did it. Love moaned deeply into her mouth as their lips remained locked. 

“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

“Oh shit…I think someone’s figured out what we’re doing in here”

“Just fuck my ass hard and cum….Oh, I wish I could do this longer though,” Love remarked.

Just as she said that, Marilyn stepped up the pace in her fucking, fucking in long, powerful, quick strokes. She felt Love tighten her ass to stroke her cock just right, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh G-god, yeah, I’m about to cum…”

“Yeah, nut in my ass…gimme all your cum!”

With those words, Marilyn lost control, pumping out of control. She pumped three more times before pulling Love up tight to her, kissing her hard and moaning into her mouth as she squirted her load inside of her lover. After she finally stopped coming, she let Love down gently to the counter and slowly pulled out of her ass.

“HEY! IS EVERYTHING OK IN THERE?”

“Oh shit! Let’s get dressed quick!” Marilyn whispered to Love. With that, the two scrambled to get dressed. “One moment!” screamed out Marilyn. Love pulled her dress back into position, put her shoe back on, then scrambled to the door. Marilyn meanwhile pulled her shirt back down, tucked herself back up and pulled up her pants just as the door was opening, revealing a theater employee standing at the door.

“Hey, what was wrong?” the guy asked. “I heard a bunch of moaning in here. Are you guys OK?”

“Um…yeah! It’s just that I think we both had some bad hot dogs. Yeah. Um, can you give us a minute? I wanna talk to her for a bit,” Marilyn nervously spoke out.

“OK, I’ll be outside when you’re finished.” With that, the theater employee stepped out the bathroom.

“Man, that was incredible. If they say God is love, then you Love must be as close to God as anyone I’ve ever seen,” Marilyn said.

“Thanks. That was kinda weird fucking some complete stranger. Do you have any diseases?”

“Nah. Plus I doubt I can get you pregnant unless some of that cum seems down into your pussy.”

“Well, the way it’s dripping right now, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“So what brought you here.”

“Oh, nothing much. Hubby is out of town on a tour of duty with the Army. I had went clubbing last night, then climbed out of bed this afternoon to hit a movie. I was just getting ready to see it, fixing my make-up and such, when you stepped in.”

“Alright. Hey, what’s your number? Maybe we could hook up again sometime. That was unreal!”

“No thanks…remember, I’m married!” Love then looked for her purse, kicked a few sinks down in the midst of passion, then pulled out of her purse a pen and some paper. “Here…write my number down, so I can get in touch with you whenever the needs strike me,” she said with a wink.

“Thanks,” Marilyn said. Then she jotted down her name and number. 

“Well, let’s get out of here…see ya around!” Love said with a smile, then strolled out of the bathroom. Marilyn followed not to far behind her. Just as she got out the door, the theater guy showed up in there.

“I know what you two were doing in there.”

“Is there a way for me to get out of trouble?”

“Well, you could show me your t…”

Just as he said that, Marilyn quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt, flashed the guy, then said to him “See ya!” Marilyn then ran on back up the stair to the theater. She had missed most of the movie she had came to see, but who cares? She enjoyed herself that afternoon.

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Please write me some comments! And please, don’t try the above at home. ;-)



Marilyn Brought Me a Surprise



 [There is sex in this story.  Vanilla sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, strap-on sex and sex between a man and two women.  The basis for the story is betrayal and cheating.  The main character is not a wimp.  If you find legal problems with the story recognize that this is fiction, so the laws fit the world I'm writing about and I've never wanted to be a lawyer.]


My office had the desk and chairs arranged so I could watch people as they approached.  Over the years I had become quite good and figuring out why they were coming to me before they actually got inside my office.  They each came with body language and clues about why they were there.

The sign on my door was the only external sign that this wasn't a home.  It was a home once.  Two bedrooms and two baths with an attached garage.  When the city changed zonings for the area I bought the house and put the sign on the door:  Mark Kona & Associates, Private Investigations.  There weren't any associates.

Even as a kid I loved solving mysteries.  I read hundreds of books and did my best to solve the mysteries before the author did.  I still read some when I wasn't on a case.  My experience as a member of the city police department for sixteen years helped me get work after I was medically retired.  I was medically retired by a 9mm round that damaged some nerves in my right leg.  I could walk Ok and even run but the feelings were gone between mid thigh and my foot.

I watched as a nicely dressed woman looked at a slip of paper and the address on the house, then she stepped up the sidewalk towards my door.  She left a two-year-old Caddy parked in front.  A freshly cleaned and polished Caddy.  The woman appeared to be about forty, five foot seven or so and about one-forty.  Blond hair that was actually her natural color, cut short and easy to care for.  Her clothes were probably from Nordies or somewhere like it.  A suit, skirt and jacket in Navy blue with a white silk blouse showing.  A Coach purse.  Expensive shoes that begged for attention.  My windows and door were closed and I could easily hear the clack of her heels on the concrete.

'Her husband is cheating.' I thought.

The door opened and I stood up.  She stepped inside and when our eyes met she asked, "Mister Kona?"  We went through the quick formalities and both sat down.  She introduced herself as Marilyn Templeton.  

"So, what brings you to me today?"  I asked.

"Suspicions."

"About the status of your marriage.  Maybe even a look into the future to answer some questions like will you still be married at the end of the year?"

"It's that obvious?"

"I get paid to notice things.  Your friends and your husband probably don't suspect anything at this point."

"Ok.  I think Brian is cheating.  What do we do next?"

I pulled a tape recorder out of my desk drawer and started it.  I put it on the desk between us.  "First thing you do is tell me about you and Brian.  All the biographical things you think might be important."

She talked for almost an hour.  She opened that Coach purse and gave me copies of bills, receipts and statements.  I asked questions and she answered.  At the end she said, "So, what will it cost me to find out for sure?"

"There are options.  I can take the case and call you in three days and say, "Brian did a woman at the Hilton.  I can take the case and get pictures of the happy couple in bed together doing each other.  I can get pictures and audio of them together having sex and get the names, addresses and data on every partner he has.  The final option is strange.  It's the one where I follow him for days or even weeks and he never goes near another woman. Each of those options comes with a different price."

She nodded and said, "I want the one he cannot fight in court!  When we go to court I want to win, to take him apart and leave him broke and naked in the courthouse."

I added, "If he's guilty.  There is a possibility he isn't cheating, isn't there?"

"Last time we went dancing and drinking we had sex when we got home.  As he was falling asleep he said, "Thanks, Amanda."

"Your name is Marilyn."  She nodded.  She had a strong suspicion.

"Ok.  Is there a way you can pay me five thousand dollars without leaving a trail that he could follow back to me?"

"Do you have a way in mind?"

"Yes."  I gave her a business card for Mahalo Plumbing, a company owned by my cousin.  "Call them.  Have them come out to your house and estimate the cost to repair and upgrade the fixtures in one of your bathrooms.  Tell them I referred you.  He'll set it up so you actually have a plumbing problem you can show your husband and the bill will come to five thousand dollars.  That will cover my expenses for the month.  If your husband is doing someone during the month we will get the evidence."

She took my cousin's card and stood up.  "If you need to talk to me..."

"I won't leave a trail.  You gave me lots of places I can find you without leaving a trail."  We shook hands and she was gone.

My first order of business was a phone call.  I called my cousin at the police department.  She sits at a computer all day.  I gave her the man's information and she ran a background on him.  I'd have it that night.  Then I drove to his business.  He had an office on the third floor of an office building on Santa Monica Place, in Santa Monica.  Like a fair percentage of the people with offices in that building he was a CPA.  As the background would show most of his clients were in the entertainment business.  I drove into the underground parking and saw three parking spaces with his name on them.  One space was open, one had a new Lexus in it and one had a four-year-old Audi.  As I drove past them I saw a man in a gray suit come out of the elevator and head toward those parking spots.  I made the turn and went around again.  As he got out his keys and beeped the Lexus I stopped near him.  I rolled down my window and asked, "When you leave, can I use your space?  I only need to go up to the sixth floor and deliver this envelope."  I showed him a 9 by 11 inch envelope.

"I'll be gone about two hours.  Go ahead."  He said.  I backed up and watched him leave.  He turned right onto Santa Monica.  I waited a few seconds and followed him.

Following someone can be difficult or it can be really easy.  Following him was easy.  On the antenna for his car radio he had one of those orange clown heads from Jack-in-the-Box.  Not many black Lexus two doors had those.  I stayed about ten cars back and followed him all the way to Ocean Avenue where he made a right turn.  When I made the same right I was just in time to see him turn and enter the parking for one of the small hotels along Ocean Avenue.

I recorded the address and parked pointed south on Ocean Avenue about two hundred yards away from the hotel.  Two hours later his Lexus left the hotel and headed back towards his office.  I put more money in the meter and walked to the hotel.  I identified myself and asked to speak to their security person.

He was an ex-cop.  One I'd known when we both were walking a beat in South Central years before.  He took me to his office, a small room filled with monitors and video equipment.  I told him what I was doing and he helped me watch the right video.  We watched the Lexus drive in.

Josh said, "Oh, that's Mr. Templeton.  His company rents a room here all the time.  He almost never spends the night, but he comes two or three days a week for a couple hours."

"Can we follow him to his room?" I asked.  Josh pushed buttons and things and we watched Mr. Templeton walk to his room, number 326.  He unlocked it with a key card from his wallet and went inside.

Josh asked, "Is that all you wanted?"

"Can we watch and see if he has a visitor?"

"Sure.  Looking for someone in particular?"

"Nope.  Just someone."  

Josh sped up the tape until we saw someone come to the door.  He backed the tape up and then ran it so we watched in real time.  I made notes.  Josh said, "Don't bother.  If you want, I'll copy the tape for you."  We watched.

The person who came to the door was female.  Auburn hair in a pony tail under a base ball cap.  A sweatshirt two or three sizes too big for her covered her chest and her butt.  Threadbare jeans and worn athletic shoes, Nike's.  She knocked once.  The door opened and she went inside.

Josh said, "She's a pro.  She dresses to make identification almost impossible.  She knows where the camera is."

He fast forwarded the tape and ninety-three minutes after she went inside, the door opened and he walked out.  

Josh fast forwarded ten minutes and the door opened again.  The same woman dressed the same way except her hair was wet came out.  She made sure the door closed completely and then she walked away.

I said, "He always uses the same room?"

"It's his.  Rents it by the month.  Did you get the proof you need?"

"Nope.  She wants proof he's fucking her."

"Not a problem.  328 is empty.  I can install a camera in 328 and a mic for sound too.  No one needs to go in his room."

"Mount a camera outside his room, so it looks in through his window.  Then the issue of the expectation of privacy is covered."

"I'll trigger the set up so whenever he's here it records."

"Josh, I'll get you some cash for your help."

"Nah.  Just invite me to the divorces."  We both laughed and I quit work for the day.

When I got home I knew what the routine would be like.  My wife, Tina, would ask me how my day was.  As soon as she asked she'd stop listening.  If I mentioned money or violence she was interested.  Anything else hit her forehead and fell to the floor unheard.  She would have dinner ready at six-thirty and we would eat.  She would tell me about her day, where she went, who she saw and what the latest news was in her circle.  She did volunteer work at the town library and at the newborn nursery at the hospital.  Our own kids were grown and gone, living lives far from us.  Ben graduated from Penn state and got a good job in Pittsburg.  He and his wife Jackie had a two-year-old boy named James.  Our daughter, Melissa, graduated from Brown and got a job in Washington state, doing something with managing the forests.  She wasn't married or dating anyone seriously, according to Tina.  She lived in a four-bedroom house with three other women.  Somehow Tina seemed to believe I'd be upset if I knew the four of them had no interest in men.  She didn't know Melissa had told me.

When dinner and the news from channel Tina were over we would go to our living room and watch TV, read or do crossword puzzles.  Every other Friday night we would go to a country-western bar and dance.  Tina stayed in great shape and she said it was from dancing.  It's hard to argue with success.  She looked great!  She kept herself fit enough that she still wore the same size clothes as she wore at high school graduation.  Both times she had been pregnant her bra size went from "B" to "D", but when the babies were a year old she was back in her "B" bras.  It made me feel proud when younger guys would ask her to dance and hit on her.  She would laugh and tell them she was a grandmother.  The older guys who asked her to dance were more careful.  They were interested, but cooled it when they found out she was wearing my ring.

That Friday night we had a salad for dinner with salmon in it and then we dressed for dancing.  We had been dancing long enough to build a thirst when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Templeton come in.  He was wearing hundred dollar jeans, ostrich boots, a belt with a big buckle and he carried a Stetson hat.  His walk was more of a strut.  Mrs. Templeton was in a western dress, made for turns and for showing off great legs.  She had them.  They wandered around for a while, settling at a table on the other side of the dance floor.

The next dance was a two-step and almost everyone was out on the floor.  Suddenly the music stopped and the band's singer said, "We've had a request for everyone to change partners for the rest of this song.  You can have your regular partner back at the end of the song."  People laughed, looked around and traded partners.  We traded with Mr. & Mrs. Templeton.  The music started back up and we danced.  

She asked, "Anything to report?"

"Nothing I can take to court, but yes, he's seeing someone."

She started to fume.  I said, "Cut that out!  You're supposed to be having fun.  If he thinks you and I know each other he'll stop everything for months.  Now, laugh."  We did.  When the song ended I walked her back to her husband and resumed dancing with Tina as the music started again.  She said, "Did you have fun with another woman?"

"I sure did!  She's a good dancer, she only stepped on my boots twice.  If we're gonna be friends, I need to get some steel toed boots!"  We laughed.

Twice more during the evening the singer asked people to trade partners.  Neither time were we back with the Templeton's.

It was after midnight when we parked in the garage and went into the house.  Our clothes went into the hamper and we went directly into the shower.  We were tired and sweaty but not so tired and sweaty that sex wasn't on our minds.  After we were clean I rubbed lotion all over her body and paid special attention to all the places I knew she loved having extra attention given.

She put herself on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed and aimed my cock into her mouth.  My hands held her breasts and I watched as my cock fucked into her mouth.  I'm big enough that it takes a little while for her to work up to being able to deep throat me.  When she finally gets all of me inside she moans and uses her hands to squeeze my nuts.  I unload and she swallows everything I give her.

When we first discovered how much we both enjoyed her deep throating me I could quickly recover and move pretty quickly to a good old-fashioned screwing.  In the last few years she deep throats me and we nap, waking in the middle of the night for a good healthy fucking.  That night was that way.  When I woke at about three she was already awake.  We kissed and played for a while and then she climbed on and rode me hard.  I concentrated on everything I could to delay cumming.  I played with her tits and fingered her clit as well.

Suddenly she shuddered and clamped her pussy muscles down on me!  She panted and moaned for a while and then collapsed on my chest.  "God, Mark you're good to me!  Thank you, Honey."

Five minutes later we were cleaned up, back in bed and I was asleep.  In the morning we had a good breakfast and Tina went off to spend some time with a couple of the nurses she worked with at the hospital.  I did my weekend tasks at home, the yard, cleaning our cars and changing the oil when needed, and whatever repairs needed to be done.  Tina had left me her car to work on and had gone with Nurse Kathy for the day.  I scrubbed the outside of her car and then attacked the inside.  I was surprised to find a fifty-dollar bill under the front seat.  I stuffed it in my pocket thinking I'd ask Tina about it later.  I installed an audio monitor in Tina's car.  It had been a promotional gift from a vendor I used, telling me it would broadcast anything said in the car to my car radio.  I figured the only way to test the thing was to test it on Tina.  Installing it in my car wouldn't test it at all.  While I was installing the audio monitor I installed a GPS monitor as well.  The guy I buy them from recommends they be installed against a metal bumper if possible, it becomes part of the antenna and makes the car easier to track.  

Tina came home and Nurse Kathy didn't come in.  She waved and smiled as she backed out of the driveway.  "Doesn't nurse Kathy like me?" I asked.

"She likes you just fine.  She needs to get home and cook.  Her parents are coming for dinner."

"Oh.  Speaking of dinner, are you cooking or am I?"

"I am.  You want Italian?"

"Sure."

"Ok.  I feel like having garlic bread too, so I'll go to the store and get garlic butter and fresh French bread.  Anything else you want?"

"No, that all sounds great.  Thanks."  I watched as she backed out of our driveway and I saw her pick up her cell phone.  I went to my car and dialed to the proper setting to hear inside Tina's car.

She said, "I'm going to the store to get stuff to make garlic bread."

Nurse Kathy said, "You want to cover the taste and smell of my pussy, don't you?"  My mind screamed, 'WHAT?'

"No!  I'd rather taste you in my mouth all night long, but I think Mark might get upset."

My mind screamed again, 'You think I might get upset?'

"I'm not eating garlic bread tonight.  I'm tasting you all evening."

"God!  We are sooo bad!"  Tina said, with no remorse in her voice.

"No!  Bad is when you hurt someone.  Did we hurt someone spending three hours in bed together today?"

"No.  We've never hurt anyone when we've been together."

"And the only one who could get hurt is Mark.  He won't get hurt, because neither of us is ever going to tell him you have a lesbian lover.  My parents won't get hurt because they came to grips with me being a lesbian years ago."

"Does that make me a lesbian, too?"  Tina asked.

"Hell, no.  I'm thirty-eight years old and no cock has ever been in me.  I am a lesbian.  You're just horny!"  They both laughed.  I shut off the radio.  I'd already heard more than I wanted to hear.

I complained of a headache when Tina came home.  We ate dinner.  I told her how great it was and I ate extra garlic bread.  I went to bed early.  I went to sleep late.

Sunday we went to Griffith Park and watched a half marathon that four friends were running.  Three of the four were nurses and the forth was an aerobics instructor at a fitness center.  Tina met three at the hospital and met the forth when she had attended a training session for marathon runners.  I was all smiles and supportive for all the runners.  We all went to dinner together after the run.  They ate salads and I had shrimp and pasta.

On the way home I asked, "Do you find it strange that none of them has a supportive man in her life?"

"Just because no men show up at the runs doesn't mean they don't exist."  Tina said.

"I also noticed that they never mention men.  Men on TV, yes.  Men in their lives, never.  Maybe your friends are lesbians and would prefer I stayed home."

"I don't think they're lesbians.  Maybe you missed their mentioning men in our conversations."

"Don't think so."  I was quiet for about five miles and then I said, "Next time you talk to any of them, ask if they'd be more comfortable if I stayed home.  If the answer's yes it won't hurt my feelings."

"I can't come right out and ask someone of they're a lesbian!"

"You can ask if they'd be more comfortable if I wasn't there.  I know it sometimes feels strange when I'm the lone ranger with five women."

"Ok.  I'll ask."

That night I gave Tina a foot massage before we went to bed.  For as long as I've known her she has loved having her feet massaged.  I'm not fond of foot massages and Tina used her hands and mouth to massage the muscle I enjoy having massaged the most.

At seven our alarm woke us.  We showered and played together for a while and I got ready for work while Tina dressed for a morning at the hospital.  We kissed as the garage door opened and as she got in her car I said, "Please don't forget to ask about them being more comfortable without me."

"Ok. Ok.  I'll ask."  Her car started and she backed out.  I got in my car, started up and heard Tina's voice.  The audio monitor was on.

"He's suspicious.  He wants me to ask all of you if you'd be more comfortable if he wasn't part of the group.  You never mention men in your lives.  No men except Mark ever are at these runs for you guys.  He's a smart man."

"Then tell him.  We're all lesbians and we're uncomfortable around him.  If you weren't married to him I would ask him to go away."




Marilyn Brought Me a Surprise



"If I say that he'll want to know why I want to hang out with you."

"Because we eat your cunt better than he can!  Because you're still afraid to say you're a lesbian!"

"That's not true!  I love getting fucked!  I do!  I also love being with all of you!"

"Ok.  Tell Mark you're bi."

"God!  He'd shit!"

"Think he'd ever kiss that mouth again after he finds out you eat pussy with it three days a week?"

"Oh Shit!  I can't ever tell him!  I'm in deep and here comes a tsunami!  What'll I do?  If Mark ever finds out I like pussies, I'm dead." She paused, "I'll be at the library in ten minutes."  She hung up and all I heard were driving noises.  

My mind was reeling!  I wondered how long she'd been volunteering at the hospital before their sexual games started.  She eats pussy three days a week?  Does that mean she gets eaten three days a week too?  Was that Ok with me?  She wasn't fucking other men.  I wondered if I'd ever tasted other women's pussies when I kissed Tina.  I wondered if she was eating the librarians, too.

I got to Brian Templeton's building in time to watch him drive out.  I followed and watched him go into the same hotel as the week before.  I parked and waited.  Two hours passed without a single car going in or coming out of the hotel garage.  Then the black Lexus with the Jack-in-the-Box antenna ball drove out.  I walked into the hotel and headed for Josh's office.  As I turned the corner into the hallway I noticed the elevator doors open.  I thought maybe I'd get a look at the mystery woman of the week before.  I almost stumbled.

Tina strolled out of the elevator!  Her three-inch heels clacking on the marble floor drew attention to her.  She had on a maroon dress, tight from the collar to half way down her thighs.  A keyhole opening between her breasts showed plenty of her "B" cupped breasts.  I'd watched her buy that dress for a party we went to about six months before.  I had fond memories of how easily it came off of her after that party. She walked as comfortably and secure as if she owned the hotel.  As she walked out the front doors she waved at the young man at the registration desk.  He smiled and waved back.

I backed up against the wall and stood there for a while.  Had she just come from room 326?  Was I about to watch my wife fucking Mr. Brian Templeton on tape?  I pushed myself off the wall and forced myself into Josh's office.

He greeted me by saying, "I haven't watched what happened inside but he did have a visitor."

"You saw her go in?" I asked.

"Yup.  Cute too."

"Just tell me what she was wearing."

"Well, Ok.  A maroon sheath dress and great high heels."

I collapsed into a chair.  Josh said, "You know her?"

"She wears a wedding ring I put on her finger!  That's Tina, my wife!"

"God!  Man, I'm sorry.  I know you don't want to watch the tape!  What do you want me to do with it?"

After giving my mind time to stop thinking about killing both of them I said, "I do need to watch.  His wife is my client!  Show me how to fast forward and to hit play, then, please let me do this alone.  Ok?"

He showed me how to run the machines and gave me headsets so I was the only one who could listen.  He left, telling me how sorry he was that my wife was cheating on me.

I hit play and held the volume knob.  On screen Brian walked to the door and opened it.  Tina walked in and didn't look around.  She'd been there before.  They embraced and while they kissed he unzipped her dress.  The kiss ended and she went to the closet and hung the dress on a hanger.  She undressed completely, folding her clothes carefully.  Brian also undressed and put his clothes on a chair.  They went out of camera view and I heard the shower running.  Fast forward and they came out of the bathroom still drying off.

Brian said, "I almost shit when they said change partners and you were standing right in front of me!"

"Mark didn't suspect a thing.  He says your wife is a good dancer except she stepped on his feet twice!"  They laughed and Tina dropped to her knees in front of Brian.  She stroked him about five times and he was hard.  She then took him completely in on the first stroke.

"How can you do that?  Damn!"

She pulled back and said, "I have a flashlight in my car and before I get out I practice taking eight inches in my mouth."  She stopped talking and took him back inside her mouth.  I remembered seeing her Maglite flashlight in her car. He held her head and I hit fast forward.  Even in fast forward her blowjob lasted ten minutes.  She sucked him deep and then paused, played with his ass and his balls and then sucked him close to cumming again and again.  When he finally helped her stand, I hit play.

He said, "I want your ass."

"You know the rules.  My mouth and pussy you get for eight-hundred.  My ass is fifteen-hundred, cash."  Brian pointed to a stack of bills on the coffee table.  Tina stuffed them in her purse, draped a towel over the arm of the sofa and bent herself over the towel.  Brian produced a tube of lube and squirted a large dollop on her ass.  He used fingers to prepare her for his cock.  She told him how to do her and he followed her instructions.  When he had three fingers in her ass twisting and pushing in as deep as they could reach she said,  "Ok, Honey.  Give me all you have!  I want it all."  She rolled a condom on him with a practiced hand and seconds later he was completely inside her ass!

It was like watching a machine.  He held her hips and pistoned in and out of her as fast as his hips would go.  I hit fast forward and watched ninety seconds of speed fucking.  Then he suddenly froze.  I hit play and heard him grunt.  He held Tina's hips and said, "Don't let your husband in your ass tonight.  My money paid for the rest of today for my jizz to live in your ass."

"Don't worry.  I never let him in my ass.  You're the only one."  She not only was a whore she was also a liar.  She loved having me fill her ass!

Ten seconds passed and I thought, 'Maybe she lies to me, too.  Wait!  There's no maybe.  She lies to everyone.'

She got off the arm of the couch and went into the bathroom.  When she came back out she was using a towel to wipe the lube off her ass.  She brought a wet soapy washcloth and another towel with her and she cleaned Brian up with them.  She helped him dress and kissed him good-bye.  When he left she was still nude.

She went back in the bathroom and I heard water running again.  When she came out she dressed and opened her purse.  She took out a fifty dollar bill and left it on the bed.  Considering the mess she was leaving fifty was a decent tip.

She walked out, smiling.

I opened the door and let Josh back inside his office.  He looked at me and said, "That bad?"

"Worse.  Can I take the tapes?"  He nodded and gave me two cases for them as well as a bag to carry them in.

He said, "I'll call you when there's another tape."  I shook his hand and left.

As I went back to my office I considered some of my options.  I crossed murder off the list.  I'd visited men in prison and by the time the door closed behind me I knew I never wanted to be in there.  I could divorce her.  Hell, she'd already divorced me, she just overlooked telling me.  I wondered what she was doing with the money.  I wondered how many men she was doing and if she was charging women for her "services" as well.  My brain shifted from pissed off mode to investigation mode.

I drove towards the library.  Then I remembered the GPS monitor I'd put on her car.  I flipped open my laptop and at a traffic light I checked her location.  She was four miles from the library and her car was parked.  'Is she doing someone else?' I wondered.  I went to the address where he car was and found it in the parking lot for a fairly large apartment complex.  I followed another car through the gate and saw her car parked in a space number 211.  I drove out of the garage and parked where when she left I'd see her go.  She was inside fifteen minutes and came out wearing a blue sweater.  I followed her and she went to the library.  From the library parking lot I called the apartment complex where I'd seen her car.  I identified myself as a brother PI, James Lucas, and asked if an apartment was leased by either Tina Kona or Tina Christiansen.  They verified that Tina Christiansen had leased a one bedroom apartment six months ago.  They asked if there was a problem with her and I said, "No.  We're just verifying some loan information.

The young sounding woman on the phone said, "Her form says she is a business owner.  Christiansen Consulting."  I said, "We verify information before we sign loan contracts with any firm.  Thank you.  You've been helpful."  Christiansen was Tina's maiden name.

I broke the throw-away phone and tossed pieces in the library trash.  On my way home I stopped and got a beverage at McD's and tossed the rest of the phone in their trash.  I listened to the monitor in Tina's car after she left the library.  She took a call from Brian Templeton.  It was a business call that sounded like phone sex.

He asked her to play with herself as she drove.  He told her what he wanted for Friday.  He wanted her at "his place" by ten, he only had two and a half hours to play.   He wanted her to tie him up, spank his ass and then use a strap-on on him.  She asked if he was going to fuck her at all.  He answered, "No, just tease the shit out of me but don't let me inside any part of you."  

She was quiet a few seconds and said, "Two hours?  Fifteen hundred, but only because I love fucking your hairy ass.  Oh, and be naked and have given yourself an enema before I get there."

"Yes, Tina. Twenties and fifties.  Not a problem."

"Doesn't your wife ever fuck you?"  Tina asked.

"Not like you do.  She's like those blow up dolls.  She just lays there waiting for it to be over."

"Maybe if you offered her fifteen hundred she'd let you have her ass and squeal in pleasure."

"Have you seen the weather report for Hell?  Has it frozen over yet?"  They both laughed.  The call ended.  I watched and Tina stopped at the Fidelity Savings and Trust on Washington Place.  I had a clue where she was putting the money.  She was there for fifteen minutes.  On her way home she stopped at the market.

We had dinner and I spent some time in the garage, seeing if I could find a small noise in my car and fix it.  I looked in Tina's car and found her trash bag over half full.  I didn't empty it.  I did look and found a receipt from Fidelity Savings and Trust.  I used my cell and took a picture of the receipt.  I returned it and all her trash to the bag and closed up her car.

At nine we turned on Gray's Anatomy and watched.  About half-way through Tina went to our bedroom and changed into her idea of pajamas, one of my t-shirts and a pair of running shorts.  For the last half of the show I played with her pussy through the wide open leg holes.  I treated her much like I'd seen her treat Brian.  I teased her opening and her clit until she was close and then I stopped.  A minute later I touched her again and each time the commercials came on, I stopped or slowed down.  Before the show ended she shuddered and loaded my hand with her juices.

When we were in bed I said, "I may need to go out of town for three or four days.  You want to go?"

"I did that a couple times.  Stake out in a strange town?  I don't know why you don't go crazy."

"I just spend the time thinking about teasing you to orgasm after orgasm."

"Then maybe we should drive up to Santa Barbara for a couple days when you get back and see how big a tease you can be.  What do you think?"

"You're on!"

At ten on Friday I was at her apartment.  The lock was easy.  They probably got five hundred of them for twenty dollars each.  I found receipts and other papers telling me everything I needed to know about her new life.  She was just beginning the seventh month of a two-year lease.  She had a new laptop sitting in the desk drawer.  I fired it up and found personal information on eight regular clients.  She recorded where she met them, what she charged them, what they liked and what her expenses were.  I copied the files to a memory stick.  Then I noticed files labeled with the name of a month and the year.  Without opening them I copied all of them to the memory stick.  As I put everything back where I found it, erasing any evidence I'd been there, I noticed a metal ring with six keys on it, all the same.  The ring had a metal tag attached with her apartment number stamped on it.  I took one of the keys.

I was gone before even one hour of her appointment with Brian was done.  I drove back to my office.  I was looking at some of the client information on the memory stick when my phone rang.

It was Josh.  "Our man has been busy.  He was here almost all day yesterday and here until just after noon today."

"Can I hand you some untraceable cash for the tapes?"

"Sure! If your offering more than a hundred I'll even deliver."

"I've got a cold one waiting for you."  The phone clicked.

After we watched the tapes of his other women I made them certified and admissible by attaching a report to them and signing it.  All the other steps to make the case as airtight and damaging as possible were done I gave Josh five hundred in cash.  He took the empty bottle to the trash in the alley and left a happy man.  I found Mrs. Templeton at her salon getting her hair done.  When she came out and walked to her car she saw me drive by her and turn left.  Tucked under her windshield wiper was an ad for a restaurant called Mogan's.  She got the hint and ten minutes later we were inside talking.  I gave her the envelope.  It gave her tons of evidence, in fact everything I had, except what I had on Tina.

She asked if I recommended a lawyer.  I gave her my brother's card.  He doesn't have the same last name as I do.  Copies of all the evidence she had just been given had been delivered to his office.  He would be ready to help her divorce and skin Mr. Brian Templeton.  I had to be ready for my part of what was about to happen.

Brian Templeton was going to find out who the PI was who gathered the damning evidence against him.  When he found out Tina would find out too.  I needed to be ready.  I stayed late and prepared a packet of evidence for Tina.  I had names, addresses, amounts paid and acts performed.  I had bank statements so I knew exactly how much money Tina had squirreled away.  She had two-hundred-seventy-four thousand and change.

My brother called my cell as I was leaving the office.  "She's having him served on Monday.  By the evidence you gathered he's worth four-point-two and she'll get most of it.  You did a great job.  This should be easy."

"I'm going out of town until he's served and maybe a couple days after I confront Tina.  Can I have the divorce papers we talked about ready for me sometime this weekend?"

"They've been ready since we talked before, except for monetary amounts."  

I went back inside and gave him the numbers.  He whistled.  "That's more than I anticipated.  You're sure about the division of things?"

"I keep the house.  I paid for it.  She keeps her personal items that are in my house.  I get sixty percent of her bank accounts, in cash.  She keeps her debts."

"You honestly believe she'll sign?"

"You're an officer of the court.  Just believe I can be very persuasive.  She'll sign and she'll sign when I give her the papers.  No fight at all.  No yelling, screaming or tantrums."

"Don't forget, you need witness signatures."

"I won't forget."   I drove home and packed a suitcase.  I watched Tina's GPS as I drove away from home.  She left the hospital and headed away from our house.  My cell rang.  I shut off the audio monitor and answered.

"Mark, are you at home?"  

"Nope.  I'm on my way to San Diego to spy on two wayward killer whales."

"Well, don't get eaten!"

"What will you do while I'm gone for two days?"  I asked.

"There's a half-marathon on Sunday.  I thought I'd go."

"You never asked them, did you?"

"Yes!  I asked.  They are a little uncomfortable with you being with us.  I didn't want to hurt your feelings, so I hadn't said anything to you."

"Maybe when I get back you can get up the nerve to tell me you like both boys and girls."  I hung up the phone.  I shut the phone all the way off.  Then I turned on the monitor.  Tina tried calling me back.  When the call went to voice mail she left me a message, "Mark, I don't think I even know what bi means, but I'm not a lesbian.  I love it when you fill me up.  They're my friends, that's all.  I love you!"  I heard the phone click.  Then I heard dialing sounds and the voice of nurse Kathy asked, "Hi.  Where are you?"

"I'm almost to your house!  I just talked with Mark.  He asked if I'd asked you all about him being welcome at the runs.  I told him you said you were uncomfortable."

"And, what did he say?"

"Maybe when I get back you can get up the nerve to tell me you like both boys and girls."  

"No!  He said that?"

"Yes, and then he hung up!  I called right back and it went to voice mail."

"You were right, Mark is a smart man.  It also sounds like he's Ok with you being one of us girls.  He probably thinks that as long as you aren't fucking men he can live with you playing with us."

"God, I hope so."  There was a pause and Tina asked, "You don't think he's leaving me this weekend do you?"

"When you get home, look and see if his treasures are still there.  If he left you, they're gone."

"His Hank Aaron baseball!  His picture with Sandy Kofax!  You're right, he wouldn't leave them."

I heard the brakes and the engine shut off.  I shut off the monitor.  I drove north to Santa Barbara and spent the weekend hanging out.  I ate when I was hungry, slept when I wanted to, wandered through the art-for-sale at the beach and went to a movie.  All that got me to eight o'clock Saturday night.  After eight I went into a couple of pubs and watched the young people dancing and having a good time.  In between the first and second pubs I removed my wedding ring and left it in the ashtray of my car.

The second place was a country bar and the music was country.  I was almost dressed appropriately.  Jeans and a long sleeved shirt, no boots.  I sat at the bar for over an hour nursing a brew and watching jean clad asses dancing.  When I finished the long neck I had nursed until it was warm the bottle came down from in front of my face and almost hit a woman standing in front of me.

"Oh!  I'm sorry.  I just about popped you with the bottle."  I said.

"If you had popped me would you have offered to buy me a beer or to dance with me?"

"I'd offer even if I don't need to hit you first.  Which would you like, a dance or a beer?"

"How about the dance and then the thirst quencher?"  She took my hand.  As she led us onto the floor I prayed for a two-step.  We got one.  I realized it was the first two-step I'd danced with someone other than Tina in over a decade.

It was fun.  I could tell because my smile almost hurt.  The song ended and we made our way back toward the bar.  We didn't make it.  She took my hand and led me through two door openings into a pool room.  It had two pool tables and four tables.  We sat at an empty table and ten seconds later two long necks appeared.  I put a ten on the table.  It disappeared and I said, "Keep it" to the waitress.  My cheek got kissed and she said, "Thanks."

"It's not as loud back here."  My dance partner said.  I got a good look at her.  Dancing I had figured out she was about five-eight and well muscled.  Not fat and not thin.  She was used to working for a living, not sitting at a desk.  She filled but didn't overfill her shirt.  Her almost blond hair was cut short and looked wind-blown.  Attractive and about my age.




Marilyn Brought Me a Surprise



"I'm Donna," she said.

"Mark.  What's a nice country girl doing in a place like this?"

"What do you mean a place like this?"

"I grew up a hundred yards from a place just like this in Idaho.  It was and this is my second favorite kind of place to unwind."

She smiled and said, "That's the nicest thing I've heard about my place in ten years.  Thanks."

"Does that explain the great service?"

"I don't think so.  I think Carol would like to take a run at you."

"You know her better than I do.  That's nice."

"I got you first.  This is me taking a run at you."

"Another thing I like about places like this, the folk are about a subtle as a bomb.  I miss innuendos, hints and winks.  I like people who say things straight out."

"You lie.  I watched you sitting at the bar.  You picked out six or seven women on the dance floor who are fishing for a catch for the evening, before they go home to hubby.  You saw three of them cast, catch and leave for the evening.  You also noticed Betty who is our Friday nigh catch-and-release queen.  She dances with a guy up to three times.  He can touch anything he can reach but after the third dance she tosses him back.  What is it you do outside places like this?"

"I'm a licensed private investigator, off duty."

"Then why the my-dog-died face?"

"My wife of sixteen years isn't who I thought she was.  She is a hooker and a bisexual hooker at that.  She's being served divorce papers on Monday.  She doesn't know it's coming."

"She's hooking and barebacking you?"

"We've not had sex in weeks.  We've played a lot and I've been inside her ass, but I've been checked and I'm clean.  I can't guarantee she always uses condoms, but I don't have anything."

"Thank God!  Otherwise I wouldn't let you in me!"

"After what I just told you I'm amazed you'd even keep talking to me."

"Sure.  I'll even take you upstairs and show you a few dance steps we don't allow down here."

"I'm not so sure I'd be very good company tonight."

"What is her name?"

"Tina."

"Do you think Tina is alone right now?"

"No.  She's at a party eating at least four women's pussies."

"I can offer only two.  Mine and Carol's.  But either or both will cost you."  My face changed.  The word Hooker went through my mind.  She saw it.

"You have to be able to fix a hot water heater.  I'd never ask you to pay for my pleasure."

"Ok, where's the hot water heater?"  She pointed upstairs.  I stood up and offered her my hand.  She took us to a door, unlocked it, ushered me inside and locked it again when she was inside with me.  We climbed that stairs and turned left at the top.  I saw the hot water heater.

"Tell me what's wrong."  I asked.

"It heats, makes a hell of a racket and you get ten minutes of almost hot water."

"Do you have a garden hose?"  I asked.

"Yeah, out back."

"If I can get it up here I can fix this heater in about forty minutes, easy."

Donna used her cell to call someone and said, "That garden hose in the storage room needs to come up to my apartment.  Have Carol bring it up.  Thanks."

We found something to do with our mouths and hands while we waited.  I didn't care how long it took Carol to bring the hose.  After about ten minutes we heard the door downstairs open and Carol delivered the hose.  About half-way up the stairs there was a window.  I opened it and tossed one end of the hose out the window.

Carol said, "If you were just gonna toss it out the window why have me tote it up here?"

I showed her that I still had one end.  At the hot water heater I screwed the hose onto the bib near the bottom of the heater.  I opened the valve and water flowed down the hose and out of the window.  We heard things beside water flowing out as well.  The heater came on and Donna was right it was noisy.  I explained that what they heard was calcium carbonate residue breaking up and flowing out.  It took a while but eventually it stopped making noise.  I shut the valve and waited.  Donna asked, "Is it fixed?"

"Well know soon.  When the water stopped filling the water heater we waited fifteen more minutes and I took both women into Donna's bathroom.  I said, "How long has it been since you had a good, hot shower here?"

"A couple of weeks.  Worse, everyone downstairs hears the damn heater every time I shower."

I leaned in and turned on the shower.  Fifteen seconds later steam was rising.  The only sound was the sound of water running and splashing in the shower.  I leaned in again and shut it off."

Donna said, "Carol, if you're staying it's to have this gentleman eat your cunt.  He's going to eat me to and if I have a rubber maybe I can get him to fuck me senseless."

"After he does all that, if I can inspire him, can he fuck me too?"

"Yup."  They led me into the bedroom, striped me and each other and led me back into the shower.  They enjoyed getting enough hot water and very clean by making sure I got to enjoy the hot water, the cleanliness and their naked bodies.

Donna didn't look far to find a condom.  The drawer beside the bad had about six in it.  She didn't put it on me, she offered me the lunch menu and I dove right in.  Carol played as well, feasting on Donna's breasts and stroking me with her hands.  When Donna tensed and came Carol stifled her scream by pushing as much of one of her tits into Donna's mouth as she could take.  I hadn't cum.  I hadn't penetrated Donna with anything except a tongue and a few fingers.  I moved over to Carol and ate her.  The feel was very different but the taste was almost identical.  She approached her orgasm much like Donna had, quivering lower belly, full body twitches and then her back arched, her legs straightened out and she screamed.  I lifted myself and pushed my cock into Carol.  She moaned into Donna's mouth and held onto Donna's breasts.

I gave Carol ten hard strokes and moved to Donna.  Ten harder strokes and Carol had moved.  She was belly to belly with Donna.  Her pussy was mere inches above Donna's.  I switched back between them every ten strokes.  They kissed each other and stroked their clits to more orgasms that I could count.  When I was ready I filled the condom and sounded like a wounded moose.

All three of us laughed.  We cleaned up and fell asleep to the soft sounds of Clint Black singing downstairs.  In the morning I was glad I hadn't rented a motel room.  I was invited to stay another night and to enjoy a couple more showers.  They made sure I got good and sweaty.

We set an alarm for five Monday morning.  I was invited back anytime.  At our breakfast Donna said to Carol, "He knows.  He knew before the hot water heater got fixed."

Carol looked at me and said, "Knew what?"

"Donna's your Mom."

"How did you know?"

"There's an intimacy between you that goes beyond being friends or employee-employer.  In a pinch you'd use the same toothbrush.  The clincher was when I ate both of you.  You taste almost exactly the same.  You cum almost identically."

"He's good.  I was proud of myself.  I didn't call you Momma once."

Before six I was on the road south.  I was smiling.  At seven I turned on the radio and tuned to the monitor.  At almost seven-thirty I heard Tina's car start and a couple minutes later I heard Nurse Kathy's voice, "You just left!"

"I already miss you all.  My pussy's sore and it feels so good."

"Think Mark will want a good fuck as soon as he gets home?"

"Probably.  Maybe I can just blow him and have him eat me."

"Sounds terrible to me, but I've never been there."  Kathy said.

"I've made up my mind.  I'm leaving Mark at the end of the month.  I'd rather live with you guys in my life everyday than to worry every day about Mark being upset."

"What will you do for money?"  Kathy asked.

"The library offered me a job in the children's library.  It pays a thousand a month and I have some money saved.  I'll be Ok."

"Have you priced apartments?"

"I have one.  It's tiny, but I like it."

"Do they allow pussy eaters?"

"They didn't ask if I ate pussy."

"Well if they don't ask, don't tell!"

I opened my laptop and watched her GPS track.  At five till eight her phone rang in the car.  She answered, "Janet."

"Bob.  You available?"

"When?"

"Eight-thirty until ten.  The Marriot on Century, room 804."

"I'm not dressed up."

"I'm not renting your clothes.  Bring you pussy and your ass.  I have everything else."

"Do you have pictures for me?"

"Lots of them."

"I'm on my way."

"It's Ok to be early."

She ended the call and I watched as her GPS marker turned toward the airport.  I smiled.  I had two hours where I knew she was busy and I could get things out of the house.  Not everything, but enough.  I called a locksmith and got him to come over and rekey the locks on the house.  

When I got home I checked the house.  It appeared she'd been gone as long as I had.  I took the baseball and the picture of Sandy Kofax and put them in the trunk of my car.  I packed another suitcase and put it in the trunk too.  The three friends I'd asked to arrive at eleven called to verify they would be there at exactly eleven.

I gathered all the things I needed to have her sign and the papers I wanted her to sign. Right next to that envelope on the table I put the other envelope, full of copies of all the evidence I had on her and her "friends".  I was ready.

At ten-fifteen I called her cell.  She answered on the first ring.  "Mark, are you home?"

"Yes.  Where are you?"  

"I'm on my way home.  I dropped something off at the library.  Give me ten minutes and I'll be home."

"Could you stop at the market and get me a box of those English Toffee Ice Cream bars?  I have a craving."

"Sure.  I'll get you a box."

It delayed her until ten-forty.  She came in, kissed me and handed me the ice cream bars.  I opened the box, offered her one that she didn't take and then I asked her to sit down at the table.  She saw the two big envelopes on the table and she started to cry.

"Tina, why are you crying?" I asked as I sat next to her.

"The last thing you said to me on Friday scared me to death.  Now there are two big official looking envelopes on the table.  I'm afraid."

"Of what?  Afraid that I know you like eating pussy with your lesbian friends?"

She nodded and said, "Afraid of what you're going to do to me."

"Think I'll beat you?"

"No.  You're not a violent man."

"Then what?"

"I'm afraid you'll leave me."

"No!  I won't.  Here's what we will do.  You'll need to listen carefully.  I'm not leaving.  Every dollar that bought this house I earned.  Every dollar that paid for everything in this house I earned.  I'm not leaving.  You are."  I opened the first envelope and handed her the divorce papers.  

She screamed, "No!" and wouldn't touch them.  She started to get up and I grabbed the sleeve of her blouse.  She sobbed and said she wouldn't go.

I said, "I know about Nurse Kathy and the other five women you have sex with.  If you won't sign the papers I will go public with pictures and data on all five and you.  Want to see pictures of you wearing a strap-on fucking Nurse Kathy?"

I reached into the other envelope and pulled out one picture.  A high definition shot of Tina shoving a strap on into Nurse Kathy.

I went on.  "I know about Brian Templeton.  Twenty minutes ago he was served divorce papers by his wife.  He was served in room 326.  I have video of him with you in that room, more than once.  His wife has video of him with other women, but not of you.  Mr. Templeton is about to be broke and perhaps in jail.  That's over a thousand a week you won't be getting any more."

She was staring at me and she had stopped crying.

I pulled a list I had made on my computer of names, addresses, wives names and phone numbers.  I put it in front of her.  In five seconds she had torn the list to shreds.  I didn't move to stop her.  I said, "If these papers are not signed by eleven fifteen evidence admissible in court will be delivered to all the wives on the list.  The evidence includes DVD's of you being fucked by each of those men.  You know I'm good at what I do."

"What do I sign?"

I showed her the agreements.  She read them and knew I knew everything.  She said, "Give me a pen."

I put the evidence envelope away in my bedroom and opened the front door.  Three men I had hired as witnesses came in.  Two were court clerks.  They watched her sign and then they signed, after one of them asked Tina, "Has anyone coerced you or threatened you in any way to get you to sign these agreements?"  Tina looked him in the eyes and said, "No.  This is what I want."

By eleven-forty all the papers were signed and the witnesses gone.  I handed Tina a deposit slip to my checking account, newly opened.  I said, "Right now there is two hundred dollars in that account.  It's Monday.  If the balance on that account isn't one-hundred-sixty-four thousand dollars by Thursday at noon the evidence goes public and ruins all of you.  If the money is there you can have all the evidence I have damning you and your friends and clients."

"It will be there."  She sat there.  Broken.  I let her sit while I ate one of the ice cream bars and then I said, "Get you suitcases.  Fill them and get out.  You can go to your apartment or over to one of your lesbian lover's homes.  I don't care."

By one in the afternoon she was gone.  On her way out I got her house keys and her garage door opener.

The six o'clock news didn't say anything about Brian Templeton getting a divorce.  At seven my phone rang and Josh said, "You got Mr. T in deep Bandini didn't you?"

"What happened?"

"At ten-thirty this morning I was asked to escort a process server and two police officers to room 326.  I was afraid your wife was going to be caught inside.  At the door I knocked and said, "Hotel security, pleas open the door."  It took them a minute to open the door.  Mr. T was in a robe and the woman was in her dress, but her panties, stockings and bra were on the floor.  Pictures were taken, the woman was served and so was Mr. T.  His wife didn't say anything until he was served the second set of court papers.  Then she screamed at him that he was restrained from going anywhere within five hundred feet of his office until the federal audit was complete.  It was classic.  He turned white as a sheet and collapsed on the floor.

The woman got dressed right in front of us and walked out.  She was nice looking except for two or three bruises on her tits.  One of the officers call the paramedics and after they carted Mr. T away his wife emptied his wallet and she left."

"I think he screwed up."

"I think so, too.  How did Tina take the news?"

"She signed the divorce papers today."

"My sister's single and nice looking."

"No thanks.  I'm thinking about relocating."

"Going to sell your place?"

"I don't think so.  Maybe I'll rent it out if I can find someone I trust to rent it."

"Right now my sister's living with us.  Rent it to her.  If she messes it up I'll kick her ass!"

"Figure out how much she can afford and bring her over on Thursday afternoon.  We'll work it out."

I locked up the house and drove north to Santa Barbara eating an English Toffee Ice Cream bar for the first few miles.  In Ventura I stopped just off the freeway at a western clothing and boot store.  I bought two pair of boots.  Nothing fancy, just good boots.  I bought three western shirts as well.  Button front, not snaps.  Where I was raised only city men wore snap front shirts.

I changed into my new clothes in their changing room and forty minutes later I was the only one parked in the lot next to the country bar.  I opened the back door and walked into the darkness.  I got almost to the bar when I heard a squeal and saw a blur headed my way.

I caught Donna in my arms and we kissed.  We kissed a few more times and I set her back on the floor.  I said, "Excuse me ma'am.  I just dropped in to see if your hot water heater's still working."

I left Thursday morning with an invitation to come back.  A solid invitation.  A key to the back door was on my key chain.  When I got home I found a note on the back door.  It said, "Call me.  I transferred money to you and I'd like to come by and get the rest of my things.  I'm sorry. Tina"

I called and she answered on the first ring.  "I'm sorry." She said.

"Don't be sorry to me.  You knew what you were doing and who you were doing.  What's the old saying?  You made your bed, now you can sleep in it.  You can come by anytime for the rest of today.  Tomorrow new tenants are moving in.  Don't come by and bother them.  Gather all your lady-friends and come get everything."

"You're renting the house out?"

"Yes.  The market's too soft to sell it now, so I'll rent it for a year or two."

"Where will you live?"

"I'm thinking about relocating.  I'll keep my email address so if you need to find me, you can."

She came with three women who loaded boxes of her stuff and loaded three cars with everything.  I uninstalled the GPS and audio monitors from Tina's car.  I ate two more ice cream bars and answered their questions about where I was moving (I'm not sure), and what I was going to do (help people get divorced if that's the right thing to do).  One of the nurses asked, "How long did you know Tina was having sex with us?"

"Know or have a suspicion?"

"Know."

"When I heard Kathy ask her if I'd ever kiss her again if I knew she was eating Kathy three days a week.  I had a suspicion before that, but that sealed it."

She smiled weakly and started to walk away.  I said, "I kissed her that night.  I kissed her even after I knew she spent a weekend with your coven.  I love the taste of pussy and I've tasted some of her lesbian friends who didn't think they'd ever be tasted by a man."

She colored and left the room.  A few minutes later they were all leaving and I stopped Tina in the doorway.  I held her and kissed her on the mouth.  She was shocked at first and then started to respond.  I tongued her and broke off the kiss.  I looked at the nurse who had asked the question and said, "Would you like a good-bye kiss too?"

She didn't even say "No."

They were gone less than half an hour when Josh brought his sister over to see the house.  I rented it to her.  Hell, I owed Josh for helping me solve a big case and get paid a hundred-sixty-four thousand dollars.  I gave her the keys and garage opener and asked if I could have her wait until Saturday to move in.  I wanted a cleaning service to come in.  She gave me her business card, for her cleaning service.  I hired her and said I'd have all my crap out by Saturday morning.

I was busy.  I rented a storage place and a truck.  Three friends helped be move my stuff into storage.  I stayed in a small hotel on Ocean Avenue Friday night.  I stayed alone.  Saturday morning I called my brother, gave him Donna's address and phone number and then I drove north.

It has been two years since I left L.A..  I'm very busy.  My PI business is good.  There are people who shouldn't have gotten married in Santa Barbara County too.  From my position behind the bar I see candidates every night.  My fake handlebar moustache and black ball cap help.  I haven't touched a dime of the money Tina deposited.  Mrs. Templeton sent me a bonus check for a hundred grand.  We used some of that to remodel a little of the apartment above the bar and to expand the kitchen downstairs.

Oh, Brian was indicted for embezzlement and got ten years.  His ex-wife owns his company and is quite successful.  On the one-year anniversary of the divorce Donna and I were in New Orleans.  I mailed an envelope to Nurse Kathy.  Inside it was a four by five color picture of the two of them having sex with a strap on.  It is the only picture I had of Tina having lesbian sex.  I'll wait a few years and send them another copy.




Marilyn Brought Me a Surprise



Carol moved out and quit working for us this year.  She lives on a ranch about thirty miles outside Santa Barbara.  Her man is the foreman on the ranch.  I like him and I think he likes me.  We don't share.  She's going have a baby in a couple months.  The baby won't look like me.

After the baby's born Donna and I are going to three different cities so I can learn to make BBQ in three different styles.  Come by next year and have some ribs.



I encourage votes and comments; especially comments intended to assist me in improving as an author.  Attacks on my morality, belief systems or sexual orientation won't work.  I've had many years of that from a professionally hostile ex-wife.  Thank you for reading.



No More Room in the Basement



Author's note: I am reposting this story with a different title and description, as the originals were...well, just plain awful. So, if you have already read Marilyn Chambers Comes to Roanoke, please feel free to hit the back button (unless you'd like to read it again.)

This story is a tribute to two classic movies: one mainstream, and one X-rated. It is also a tribute to the Loving Wives authors and readers.

*

"Goddamn, it's good to see you out of the house!" Frank exclaimed as he raised his pint. Harry smashed his own mug against it with a loud clank, spilling some of its contents on the bar.

"Well, it's a special night," Harry explained with a grimace. "Today is the third anniversary of my divorce."

"Well, okay, then," Frank responded with a shrug. "Glad I could be here to help you celebrate."

They spent the next several minutes in silence, huddled over their beers, transfixed on the ballgame displayed on the flat screen behind the bar. It was indeed a rare occasion for Harry to venture outside of his home. Since his divorce, he had drifted further and further away from his friends and family. Most of them had been friendly with his ex-wife, Melinda, and he felt as though they had clearly chosen her side.

Frank was the only person whose loyalty Harry never questioned. They had been friends since grade school. They grew up together in the same neighborhood, attended the same schools, and more than forty years after they first met, they still lived only a block away from each other in the same hometown where they were raised.

"Have you heard from her lately?" Frank asked, breaking the silence.

Harry took an extended swig of beer. "No," he responded. "Not in a long time. She's moved on. I heard she's seeing someone. Younger guy. I saw him driving around town in his old Mustang. Guy must have a prick the size of a Tootsie Roll to be driving that piece of shit."

"Man," Frank said, "I really thought you two would be together forever. You were so in love with each other. Quite frankly, it was sickening."

"Yeah, well, it was all a lie," Harry said, taking another swig of beer. "In the end, she proved to be just another cheating whore."

He emptied his beer, and then signaled to the bartender for two more.

"Yeah, well, at least she told you right away," Frank offered. "She got drunk, and did something stupid. We all do stupid shit that we later regret."

"Yeah, well, you know what I always say," Harry spat. "Once a cheating cunt, always a cheating cunt."

Harry's gaze fell to the flyer posted on the bulletin board below the TV. It showed an arrogant-looking asshole, wearing an expensive suit, pointing at the camera. Below the photo it read: "Do U Need Assistance?" The asshole looked a lot like Melinda's divorce lawyer, but it wasn't the same guy. Same beady eyes, same arrogant smirk, but the guy in the photo had more hair.

"I just think maybe she just made one stupid mistake, that's all," Frank said after a long pause. "Humans make mistakes."

"What, are you on her side, then?"

Frank raised both hands in defense. "Harry...man, I've always been on your side. You know that. It's just that you two were so happy together, and you've been miserable since the day you threw her out of the house. Just listen to yourself. You weren't like this before."

"That's because my eyes are wide open now ," Harry responded with a self-satisfied smirk. He slurped the rim of the fresh beer placed in front of him. "One strike, and you're out. We made a promise: 'til death do us part.' And she broke that promise. You break that vow, you don't deserve a second chance. Period. I was betrayed by love, and I can't abide by it."

Frank turned his attention back to the game and slowly shook his head.

***

The clock radio blared at a volume that was intentionally irritating. Harry flipped over with a loud groan and smacked the snooze button, temporarily ending the incessant chatter of the radio hosts. Through bleary, bloodshot eyes, he managed to discern the time on the clock. He groaned in response, and turned to his side in an effort to relieve the pressure he felt on his bladder. But it was pointless. He had to take a piss. Which meant it was time to start the day.

There was no reason for him to be awake at that hour. In fact, he could have slept through the entire day if he chose. But from the day he first became unemployed, he vowed to begin his day at seven o'clock each morning, regardless of whether or not he had anything scheduled. He felt that it was important to maintain some semblance of discipline.

Eight months prior, he sat in his office at the machine shop when the owner made an unexpected visit. When he entered Harry's office and shut the door behind him, it was a harbinger of bad news. Usually, the closed door meant that downsizing was coming, and Harry would be tasked with selecting the unlucky bastards who would be let go. But on this day, that unlucky bastard was Harry -- along with every other worker in the building. The machine shop was closing, and Harry found himself out of work for the first time since high school.

He trudged into the kitchen, followed closely by his loyal dog, Colin. Melinda was devastated when she found out she couldn't have any children. They were practically newlyweds at the time. Harry brought Colin home from the kennel one day, hoping that he would cheer her up, and the little mutt wormed his way into their hearts. At the divorce proceedings, Harry was shocked when Melinda gave him not only the house, but the dog as well. All she had asked for was half of their joint savings account.

Harry thought he was getting a bargain at the time, but as he peered around at the dilapidated state of the house, and the aging dog with the expensive medical conditions at his feet, he couldn't help but feel that he had been screwed yet again. Despite the fact that the house was falling apart, he still owed more on the mortgage than it was worth on the open market. And with his unemployment check as his only source of income for the past eight months, paying that mortgage bill had become a monthly struggle.

He opened the back door, and Colin scampered out into the yard. Both he and the dog seemed to be moving in slow motion on this lazy morning. As Harry poured himself a cup of coffee, he glanced at the calendar. It took him a moment to remember what day of the week it was, as all of his days seemed to blend together. Not that it mattered. The calendar was all but empty.

He raised the coffee mug to his lips and couldn't help but notice the tattoo on his forearm. He had it permanently etched into his skin on the day of his divorce. It displayed a naked woman with a devil's horns and red eyes, holding a ripped-apart half of a bloody heart in each hand. Blood dripped from its mouth. Subtlety, he felt, was highly overrated.

Harry sat at his kitchen table and listened to the sound of the ticking clock mounted on the wall. He mentally reviewed the list of household chores in his mind as he sipped his coffee. The dishes had already been cleaned, the rugs were vacuumed, and all of the furniture had been dusted. He looked at the clock. It read 7:14.

***

Harry watched the sunset from his seat at the kitchen table. A single-serving frozen dinner sat before him, half-eaten, and Colin lay dutifully at his feet as Harry emptied his glass. He arose on wobbly legs and stumbled to the counter to pour another round, only to discover that there was barely enough whiskey left for half a glass. He emptied the remainder of the bottle and tossed it into the garbage can.

He turned to the opened laptop and clicked through to another story. In recent months, he had grown tired of watching porn, and instead found erotic stories to be more interesting. He especially enjoyed the stories of men who exacted revenge on their cheating wives in one form or another, and he chuckled as he read another story from one of his favorite authors.

The lightbulb above the table flickered and died with an audible pop, and Harry cursed under his breath. Just another part of the house falling apart, he grumbled to himself. He grunted as he rose from his chair and opened the door to the basement. As he descended the stairs, a cold chill crept up his spine.

The basement was littered with cardboard boxes, which were filled with various holiday ornaments he no longer needed and knick-knacks left behind by Melinda. He rummaged through one of the boxes in search of a replacement bulb, and came upon several souvenirs that had been purchased during their many vacations together. Melinda loved to travel. With two incomes and no children, they had the opportunity and the means to explore the world.

Although those souvenirs once evoked happy memories, they now only brought pain. He couldn't stand to look at them any longer, so he boxed them up, leaving empty shelves and tables throughout the house. Anything that reminded him of Melinda was boxed up and shoved into the basement. Hell, if he could box up the house itself, he would.

He swallowed hard and pushed the box aside, nearly falling over in the process. He made a mental note to load up his truck in the morning and haul all of that garbage to the dump. At last, in the third box he opened, he found what he was looking for. When the government decided to ban the good, old-fashioned lightbulbs, he had stocked up on them. He figured he had enough to last a decade, and he smiled as he came across his stash.

"If you build it, she will cum."

Harry leapt backward, and nearly dropped the lightbulb he was holding. He spun around wildly, searching for the voice. It was a woman's voice, and it was barely audible, but he was absolutely certain that he heard it.

"Who's there?" he called out with wide eyes.

No response came, and after standing, frozen on the spot, and scanning the dark corners of the cellar, he surmised that he must have imagined the voice. As he walked toward the stairs, he continued to peer behind the boxes and scan the room. He ascended the steps, and reached the top when he heard the voice again.

"If you build it, she will cum."

"Okay, that's it," he yelled, and stomped back down the stairs. He looked around and grabbed the nearest blunt object he could find: a two-by-four. "I have a weapon!" he yelled.

The room before him grew darker and became pitch-black. A frigid breeze made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Suddenly, the basement light flickered. Harry's jaw dropped, and his hands shook as he gripped the wooden plank.

In the blink of an eye, the room revealed before him had been completely transformed. Several plush, velvet chairs and couches surrounded a large stage area that extended to the opposite end of the basement. In the center of the stage was a thin, white mattress decorated with several throw pillows. Suspended above this mattress were a series of ropes that resembled a trapeze. Curtains lined the perimeter of the room, and were broken only by the framing of the door at the opposite end of the stage, which was painted a deep lime green.

He blinked his eyes and stood frozen in place. He could feel the pounding of his heart, and his heavy breathing caused his throat to dry. A wave of dizziness and nausea overcame him, and his knees buckled beneath him. In an instant, the room went black.

***

The alarm clock beside his bed blared at an obnoxiously high volume, and Harry jolted awake, startled and disoriented. He leapt out of bed and nearly tripped over Colin as he made his way through the kitchen to the basement door. He flicked on the light switch and descended a few steps.

The room was filled with boxes, just as it had appeared for months. Harry stood for a moment and attempted to reconstruct the events of the previous evening, but his memory was a cloudy and scattered mess.

He slowly crept back up the steps and re-entered the kitchen. He noticed his laptop resting on the table. It had been closed and shut down. He then spied a lightbulb lying beside the laptop. He picked it up and shook it, and heard the telltale rattle of the broken filament inside. He looked at the light above the table and saw a new lightbulb had been screwed into place. He flicked the light switch, just to verify that the bulb had been changed, and the bulb illuminated.

Colin stood at Harry's feet and looked up at his owner in anticipation.

"This is fucked up," Harry told his pet.

As he sat at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, he desperately tried to recall what had happened. Ultimately, he concluded that he must have blacked out at some point. It was not an unfamiliar feeling to wake up in the morning with no memory of how he made it to bed. But the memory of that voice and that vision in the basement was so vivid, and seemed so real, he couldn't shake it.

The room he saw in his vision was instantly familiar to him, and had been permanently etched into his memory. Behind the Green Door was the first X-rated movie he had ever seen. It was his introduction to women and sex. The climactic scene in that movie took place in a room that looked exactly like the one he had envisioned -- or, more than likely, imagined -- the night before.

He fired up his laptop and performed a search. Within moments, he found a site that allowed him to watch the entire movie from beginning to end. When the action moved beyond the green door and into the main room, Harry nodded his head. That was definitely the same room he had seen the night before. The question he could not answer was why. He hadn't seen that movie in over thirty years. There was no explanation as to why his mind had returned to that particular film.

On the screen, Marilyn Chambers, starring in her very first X-rated film at the tender age of nineteen, was stripped of her robe by six women wearing black robes. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, Harry developed the biggest crush on Marilyn Chambers. With her gorgeous face, bright blue eyes, luscious lips, and long, wavy, golden hair, she had that unique look of a Greek goddess while also appearing "approachable."

She had small, but amazingly firm and perky breasts, and a slim and athletic body. As the women in the movie simultaneously kissed, rubbed, licked and fondled Marilyn, Harry felt himself stiffen. He unzipped his fly, produced his hardening cock, and stroked himself as he watched.

The resemblance between Marilyn Chambers and his ex-wife was not lost on him. They both had the same blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair, and the same athletic figure. They even had the same initials -- at least, after Melinda married Harry. Of course, Melinda wasn't nearly as beautiful as Marilyn, but she certainly turned more than a few heads -- especially in her younger days. At times, he wondered whether he was attracted to Melinda because she reminded him of his first crush, Marilyn.

The alarm on his cellphone sounded, and Harry picked it up and saw the reminder he had left for himself. Colin had been limping around the house for weeks, and when Harry finally took him to the vet, a follow-up appointment had been scheduled in an hour. Harry shut down the laptop. The rest of the movie would have to wait.

***

That night, and every night thereafter for the next two weeks, Harry experienced the same dream over and over. Marilyn Chambers visited him at his home and performed a slow striptease for him. She wouldn't allow him to touch her. And the only words she spoke, and repeated over and over, were: "Do it for me."

He awoke each morning stiff as a board and on the precipice of orgasm. The dream haunted him throughout the day, no matter what he did to keep himself occupied and distracted. He visited his basement each day, and passed hours simply standing there, feeling like a fool, waiting to hear the voice again, or to see the vision of the room. But neither the voice nor the vision came to him again.

He needed to get away from that house, and decided to give his friend, Frank, a call. He invited himself over, and arrived at his door with a six pack of beer. They grilled a couple of steaks and shared some laughs over dinner. For a while, the distraction worked, but eventually thoughts of Marilyn crept back into Harry's mind once again.

"Frank, let me ask you something," Harry said with some hesitance. "Do you remember back in the day when we'd go to your place after school? Your folks were working, and we'd break into your old man's video collection?"

Frank shook his head and laughed. "Yeah, we were quite the little perverts."

"Do you remember the first video we ever saw?"

"Behind the Green Door," Frank responded immediately. "I'll never forget it. But, man, what a fucked up movie that was! I mean, all those weird people in the audience, and the masks, and the psychedelic camera work...and that cumshot that lasted, like, ten minutes!"

"Yeah, it was pretty bizarre," Harry agreed. "But Marilyn Chambers..."

"Oh, hell yeah!" Frank shouted. "She was fucking amazing. I had the hots for her so bad. You know she died a few years ago, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Harry said. He took a long sip of his beer.

"You know, it's funny you mentioned her, actually," Frank said. "I had a dream about her last night."

Harry's eyes widened. "You're kidding me," he said.

"No, seriously," Frank responded. "She mentioned you, actually."

Harry set his beer on the table with a thud and stared at his friend.

"She told me to give you a message: do it for me. She said if I gave you that message, she'd have sex with me!"

Harry sat, motionless, with his mouth open.

"So I guess since I filled my end of the bargain, I'll have sweet dreams tonight!" Frank said with a laugh.

"Did she say what I need to do?" Harry said.

Frank gave him a strange look. "She just said you know what to do," he said. "Cryptic, huh?"

***

The project had taken months to complete, but Harry was proud of what he had accomplished. The basement had been fully transformed into a near replica of the room he had envisioned. All of the old boxes had been either tossed away or moved into storage, the walls were draped with curtains, carpeting now covered the floor, a stage had been erected in the center of the room, and couches and chairs lined the perimeter.

Harry cracked open a beer and reclined in one of the chairs. "Okay, Marilyn!" he shouted to the empty room. "You can come out now!"

He smiled and shook his head. He knew it was crazy. He knew that Marilyn Chambers wouldn't really come back from the dead and make an appearance in his basement. He hadn't told anyone about this project because he knew just how crazy it was. But it had been a relaxing distraction to build this replica, and it had given him a sense of purpose and a way to pass the time. He actually felt depressed that the project had ended.

He awoke in the middle of the night, still seated in the chair. He gathered the empty beer cans surrounding him and shuffled up the stairs. He spent the following evening seated in the same chair, overlooking the same empty stage. He focused on the green door at the rear of the stage, and chided himself for expecting it to open. He knew there was nothing behind that door but a concrete wall; nevertheless he couldn't deny that somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind he expected something to happen in that room.

As the weeks turned into months, Harry visited his basement shrine less and less often. After a while, instead of feeling pride over what he had built, the room only made him feel foolish. His unemployment checks ran out long ago, and the money he spent building that room could have been spent much more prudently. If he didn't find work soon, it was inevitable that he would lose the house.

***

He sat at his kitchen table, picking at yet another re-heated meal. Winter had arrived, and it was already dark outside. The shortness of daylight only seemed to add to the weight of the depression he felt. He misjudged how deeply the loneliness would penetrate his life. Years ago, he savored the rare opportunities when he could simply be alone with his thoughts. Now, it was all he knew.




No More Room in the Basement



Colin stirred at his feet and stood with his ears raised. He scampered to the cellar door and growled.

"Settle down, boy," Harry admonished, and the dog responded with a bark.

Harry rose from the table and moved toward the door. He pushed Colin aside and opened the door. He flicked on the light switch, which illuminated a spotlight pointed toward the center of the stage. And there, standing under the spotlight, was a woman. Harry recognized her immediately.

"Hello," she called out to him.

Harry could barely breathe, let alone speak. He cautiously approached her, expecting her to disappear at any moment. What he was seeing was, quite literally, impossible. Marilyn Chambers stood before him, looking exactly as she had appeared in her first adult movie. She couldn't have been more than nineteen years old. She wore a nearly transparent white robe, and he could clearly see the silhouette of her naked body through the thin material.

"I'm Marilyn," she said with the most beautiful smile. Her blue eyes sparkled.

"I know," Harry croaked. "How...how did you get here?"

"I'm not exactly sure," she responded. "What is this place? Where am I? Is this Hollywood?"

"No," he answered. "It's Roanoke."

"Viginia?" she said with a perplexed look. "What on earth am I doing in Virginia?"

They stood awkwardly for a moment as she scanned the room and he scanned her body.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," she said at last.

"Harry," he said, and held out his hand. "Harry Carvohi." She shook his hand, and he was relieved that he actually felt it. She wasn't simply a mirage or a hallucination.

She strolled around the stage, and Harry stepped up to join her.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"I built this," he said, proudly. "For you."

"For me?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Are you married, Harry?"

"Happily divorced," he said with a grin.

"Are you?" she asked with a concerned expression. "Happy, I mean."

"I am now," he said.

"Well, now that I'm here, what will you do with me?"

"I...I don't know," Harry responded. "I never really thought you'd be here."

"Well," she replied with a sexy smile, "I have an idea."

As she moved toward him, she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him, completely naked. Her well-toned body looked as incredible as the first time he had seen it.

"I feel like I haven't had sex in years," she said. "There is something about this place that makes me so horny."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Will you help me out with that, Harry?"

She leaned in and kissed him softly, and he met her lips with a starving passion. It had been years since he last kissed a woman, and he felt a rush of adrenaline as her soft lips met with his. He ran his hands along her firm body, and gently squeezed her smooth buttocks.

"You're shaking, Harry," she said softly. "Relax."

She kissed his neck, and he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. He felt one of her hands move over his arm, and then drift down his torso. She ran her hand along the front of his pants and he gasped in response. She squeezed his hardening cock through the fabric of his jeans, and he responded with a low groan.

"Mmm," she purred, and lowered herself to her knees. "Is this for me?"

She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and shimmied his pants to the floor. She rubbed her hand along his tighty-whitey briefs and gave him another squeeze before lowering his underwear to the floor as well.

His cock sprang forth, and she wrapped her fingers around it and flicked her tongue over it before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along his shaft as she took his length into her throat inch by inch. She moaned in delight, and he responded with a sustained moan and ran his fingers through her long, soft hair.

He couldn't recall the last time he felt a set of lips around his dick. Melinda was an enthusiastic oral expert when he first met her, but her enthusiasm waned shortly after they were married. Although they shared a loving marriage, their sex life had become almost nonexistent by the end of it, and oral sex had been abandoned long before then.

Marilyn's head moved swiftly back and forth over his shaft while her fingers gripped the base of his cock. He wanted to prolong the experience, but his cock pulsated and throbbed inside her mouth.

"Wait-wait-wait!" he cried. But it was too late. He spurted into the back of her throat. She removed him from her mouth and stroked him as cum continued to gush from his cock. She looked up at him with a startled expression.

"Wow," she exclaimed. "I guess it's been a while for you, too, huh?"

"Yeah," he responded, breathing heavily. "You could say that."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said as she squeezed out the last remaining drops. She stood, wiping her face with the back of her hand, and there was an awkward pause as the two of them remained standing in the center of the stage.

"That really was great," he said. "Thank you."

"Okay," she said, lying on her back on the mattress. "Now it's my turn."

He looked at her with a curious expression. She looked so delicious lying there, wearing only a dirty grin.

"I'm going to need a few minutes...to recover," he stammered, fondling his softening dick. "I'm not a young man anymore."

"You can please me in other ways," she stated, and squeezed her breasts.

"You mean..."

"Yeah," she said. "Get over here and lick my pussy."

"I...I don't do that," he responded.

"You don't lick pussy?" He nodded. "You're kidding me." He shook his head.

"You've never licked pussy before?" she asked incredulously. Another shake of his head. "And you were married for how long?"

"Almost twenty years," he replied, his cheeks flushing.

"Did your ex-wife ever have an orgasm?"

"Of course," he responded. "I'm pretty sure of it."

"Pretty sure?" she repeated. "I'm beginning to understand why you're divorced."

"It's not like that!" he shouted. "That has nothing to do with it! Marriage isn't all about sex, you know!"

"Of course not," Marilyn responded, rising to a sitting position and gathering her knees to her chest. "But if you were so unconcerned with pleasing your wife in that way, I imagine there were other ways that she was neglected as well."

"Melinda wasn't neglected!" he shouted, causing Marilyn to flinch. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice."

Marilyn rose to her feet, gathered her robe, and wrapped it around her.

"I'm going to leave now," she stated.

"No, please. Don't go. I'm sorry I yelled."

"It's okay," she said, calmly, and moved toward the green door. Harry watched her with curiosity.

As she opened it, he called out. "Wait. Will you come back again? Please?"

She turned and smiled. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll consider it."

The door closed behind her, and Harry stood, fixed on the spot. He ran to the door and opened it, revealing a concrete wall. He ran his hands along the wall and felt only the cold, rough texture of the concrete.

***

Harry passed the majority of the next two days sitting in the basement, staring at the green door, and waiting for it to open. Marilyn's words continued to eat away at him. So what if Melinda didn't have orgasms every time they had sex? Their relationship was still good, and he had been a good husband. He provided her with a nice house and a decent living. To him, that was the greatest way of displaying his affection for her.

Sure, they had some issues, just like any other married couple. And maybe he could have shown more affection, or more concern for her needs. But it didn't excuse what she did. They had made a vow, in front of their friends and God, and she broke that vow. Once that trust is broken, there is no way to ever repair it.

He focused on the door and took a sip of whiskey. He set his glass on the table, rested his head against the back of the chair, and slowly drifted into unconsciousness. He was awoken by the sound of giggling and moaning. Marilyn was lying in the center of the stage, bathed in the soft light from above, and there was a woman with her. Both women were completely naked. The other woman in the room had her head between Marilyn's legs, and was causing her to wriggle and moan with delight.

Marilyn's eyes opened, and she smiled as she noticed that Harry had awoken.

"Harry," she called. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought a friend with me this time."

The woman between her legs turned around and gave Harry a playful wave. He instantly recognized her as porn star Ginger Lynn. Like Marilyn, Ginger appeared to be very young. Her light blonde, feathered hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her blue eyes practically illuminated when she smiled.

"You're Ginger Lynn," Harry noted.

"Mmm-hmm," she said with a giggle. "And you're Harry. I've heard all about you."

"But how can you be here? You're not..." He looked at Marilyn, who gave him a confused look. Why did he believe that this green door was a portal to the afterlife?

"Never mind," he said. "It's not important."

"Harry, come over here," Marilyn said. "I want you to pay close attention to what Ginger is doing."

As Harry climbed onto the stage, Ginger went back to work. He took a position where he could get a good view of the action. He always enjoyed watching girl-on-girl porn, and he was thrilled to get an up-close and live demonstration. Ginger used her dainty fingers to lift and stretch Marilyn's clitoral hood. She ran her tongue over Marilyn's outer labia and teased her clitoris with gentle flicks of her tongue.

Harry shifted his position to accommodate the growth in his pants, and Marilyn seemed to notice.

"Maybe you'd be more comfortable without all those clothes," she suggested.

"Yeah," Ginger said, lifting her head to give Harry a seductive glance. "I'm suddenly feeling really underdressed."

As Ginger resumed her activity, Harry complied by removing his clothes.

"Okay," Marilyn announced. "Now it's your turn, Harry."

"I told you," he responded, "I don't do that."

"You do now," she commanded. "It's time you learned how to please a woman."

Ginger gently seized his arm and pulled him toward her former position. Harry resisted at first, but reluctantly complied. He lay on his belly and propped himself up on his elbows with Marilyn's pussy inches away from his face. The aroma, which he often found revolting, seemed oddly intoxicating.

He leaned in and kissed her pussy, and Marilyn responded with a supportive coo. He pressed his tongue directly on her clit and swirled it around aggressively.

"Whoa, whoa, cowboy!" Ginger said with amusement. "Calm down. Don't just dive right at the clit. You have to work your way up to it. Tease her a bit."

Harry spent the next several minutes running his tongue and mouth all along the length of Marilyn's pussy, receiving criticism and praise along the way from both women. After a while, he began to enjoy the response he was getting from Marilyn, and he felt proud of his newfound sexual talent.

"I'm feeling a little left out," Ginger pouted. She knelt over Marilyn's head, and lowered herself over her mouth. Harry couldn't help but stare at her luscious ass as she wriggled and gyrated over Marilyn's face.

"Insert a couple of fingers in me, Harry," Marilyn ordered.

Harry thrust a couple of his fat fingers inside her and fucked her with them.

"No, no," Marilyn said in a muffled groan. "Put them inside, and then sort of twist them around and curl your fingers upward as you take them out. Then do it again. And again."

Harry did as he was instructed, and Marilyn thrust her hips upward in response. It was difficult to coordinate his fingers and mouth, but he eventually settled into a rhythm.

"Yes! That's it!" Marilyn said in encouragement. "Right there! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

Harry could hardly breathe as Marilyn pushed her hips into his face. Although his tongue ached, he continued his swirling motion over her clit. Marilyn gave a loud and extended moan, and her muscles seized tightly. He could feel her pussy expand and contract around his fingers, and she bucked up and down so violently that he had trouble maintaining contact. At last, her muscles relaxed, and she seemed so sensitive to his touch that he withdrew completely.

"Now that," Marilyn said, "was an orgasm, Harry."

Harry beamed with pride, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

"I think that deserves a reward," said Ginger. "What do you think, Marilyn?"

"Hmm," Marilyn said with a playful grin. "I guess so. Which one of us would you like to fuck, Harry?"

Harry looked from one gorgeous blonde woman to the other. He was kneeling on the floor, and his cock was stiff and pointed toward the ceiling.

"I'm thinking both of you," he said with a smile.

"Ooh," Ginger cooed. "What a dirty boy we have here! I like it!"

Once again, she knelt over Marilyn's head, but facing Harry this time. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth as she lowered her pussy onto Marilyn's face. She took his length all the way into her mouth and back again. She removed him from her mouth completely and his glistening cock throbbed in the air.

"I'd better stop," she said, playfully. "I heard you can be a quick shooter."

She grabbed his cock and guided it into Marilyn's wet cunt. He held Marilyn's legs and pushed himself all the way in while Ginger lightly rubbed Marilyn's clit. Harry thrust himself inside Marilyn again and again, faster and faster. Marilyn responded by meeting each of his thrusts with her hips, and she moaned loudly and shook beneath him.

When he felt that unmistakable surge building, he stopped. He had fantasized about being with two women his entire life, and he didn't want this experience to end just yet. He rose from his knees and moved to the other end of the women's "69" position.

Ginger's flawless round ass swayed teasingly before him, and he inserted his cock into her pussy as Marilyn continued to run her tongue over Ginger's clit. He could still feel himself on the verge of orgasm, and he fucked Ginger as slowly as he could in order to prolong the ecstasy. Then he felt Marilyn's tongue flicking his balls and the base of his shaft, and he couldn't hold out any longer.

With a few hard thrusts, he unloaded inside of her, and both women moaned with delight. He kept thrusting until he was completely drained, and then removed himself from her pussy. A rivulet of cum seeped from Ginger's pussy, and Marilyn eagerly lapped it up. She licked and sucked until Ginger had been completely cleaned.

"Well," Ginger said at last, as she dismounted and collapsed on the mattress. "That was fun!"

***

The following night, Harry returned from the grocery store to find Colin barking at the cellar door. Harry could hear a loud commotion emanating from the basement, and when he bounded down the stairs to investigate, he saw that the stage was filled with people, both men and women. Most of them were completely naked. Some were half-dressed, and some wore costumes that exposed only their genitals.

Groups of people were having sex in various arrangements of two, three and four. Harry recognized several of them as famous porn stars, but some of the other faces were unfamiliar. He didn't spot Marilyn right away, but eventually found her toward the back end of the stage. She was on all fours, with one man fucking her from behind and another man kneeling in front of her with his dick in her mouth. That man seemed to recognize Harry and called out to him. Harry waved back awkwardly.

Marilyn stopped what she was doing and spoke to both men before excusing herself. She approached Harry, and sat at the edge of the stage in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind," she said sheepishly. "I know you built this place for me, but once the word got out, a lot of people wanted to come."

"It's okay," Harry said. "You're all welcome. I recognize a lot of these people. That's Kay Parker. And isn't that Bambi Woods?"

"Yep," Marilyn responded. "And there's Peter North and Annie Sprinkle and Annette Haven. Linda Lovelace wanted to come, too, but we told her to go fuck herself!"

They both burst into laughter. In the months since he first heard the voice, Harry had done a lot of research into Marilyn's life, and he knew of the rivalry that existed between her and Linda Lovelace. He suspected that Marilyn married Linda's ex-husband for the sole purpose of getting under Linda's skin.

"You wanna join us?" Marilyn asked.

"No, I think I'll just sit this one out and watch," Harry responded. The thought of sharing a stage with so many guys -- especially guys with cocks the size of a donkey's -- held little appeal to him.

"Suit yourself," Marilyn said with a smile. "Enjoy the show!"

Harry selected a seat as far away from the stage as possible, and in the darkest corner. He wanted to blend into the background and simply soak in the spectacle. He couldn't help but imagine how much Frank would enjoy seeing this himself. Since Marilyn's arrival, he had considered asking his friend to visit him a number of times. But he couldn't help but wonder: what if Frank couldn't see these people on stage? What if it were only an illusion? What if Harry really was crazy? Real or not, crazy or not, Harry decided he would rather not know the truth.

The orgy on stage continued for more than an hour. Gradually, as people were fully satisfied, they exited the stage -- each one politely waving to Harry as they departed through the green door. Finally, the last threesome remained: Peter North and two women who looked familiar to Harry, but whose names escaped him. Both women were taking turns sucking Peter's dick, handing it back and forth as they grew tired.

Finally, Peter erupted in one of his classic, impossibly-voluminous cumshots. His first spurt gushed at least a foot in the air, and by the time he was done he had covered the faces of both women. Harry stood and gave the trio a good-natured round of applause, and all three stood and bowed dramatically. They gave him a wave, and bid him good-night as they exited through the green door, with Peter giving one of the ladies a slap on the ass on her way past him.

Harry chuckled and gathered his glass and an empty bowl he had been using for popcorn. As he walked out of the room, he noticed a flyer lying on one of the end tables. He stopped in his tracks and picked up the piece of paper. It was an advertisement for a lecture from a guest speaker named Adam Phillips, who would be giving a speech on monogamy that weekend at the University of Virginia.

"Go all the way."

Harry leapt at the sound of the voice. It was the same, unmistakable voice he had heard months ago -- the same voice that told him to build the room in the basement. He twirled around in a desperate attempt to find the source of the voice, but it was pointless.

"What does that mean?" he shouted to the empty room.

***

After three hours on the road and endless mistaken turns around the vast campus, Harry finally found the lecture hall. It was the last place he wanted to be, listening to some pompous psychoanalyst ramble on about monogamy, but the voice was so persistent, and the stage in his basement had remained empty since the last performance. He had the distinct impression that if he didn't attend this lecture, Marilyn and her friends would never return.

He sneaked into the lecture hall and found an empty seat in the rear. The speaker, Adam Phillips, had already begun to speak. He appeared as Harry expected from the research he had done online: a man in his early 60's, with a British accent, long and messy gray hair, and dark eyes that seemed to look in two different directions. He wore a tweed jacket with the requisite elbow patches over a black tee-shirt with some sort of artwork on it.




No More Room in the Basement



"Hippy turned hipster," Harry muttered under his breath, and smiled to himself.

"Let there be no doubt about it," the hipster intoned, "monogamy has many social and psychological advantages. However, in a recent study of the Personality and Social Psychology Review, it was reported that there is no empirical evidence whatsoever that people in a monogamous relationship fare any better than people in nonmonogamous relationships in terms of happiness, health, sexual satisfaction, emotional intimacy or relationship longevity."

"Bullshit," Harry said, loud enough for the people a couple of rows ahead of him to turn around and glare at him.

"Not everyone believes in monogamy," Phillips continued, "but everyone lives as though they do. Because we have been conditioned to believe that sexual desire is meant for one person, and one person only, we all think of ourselves as either betraying or betrayed. We all feel either jealous or guilty. Infidelity is such a problem because we take monogamy for granted, as if it is the norm. Perhaps we should take infidelity for granted, instead.

"Let me ask you all: if monogamy is natural, then why do we have to fight ourselves to remain monogamous? Why are 95% of mammalian species nonmonogamous? Why must we deny our instincts and desires if monogamy is the natural default? The answer is simple: monogamy is not natural. It is man-made."

Harry shifted in his seat and peered around the room, looking for someone with whom to identify.

"Now, there is no doubt that monogamy is a better choice for some people. I would argue, however, that monogamy is not a beneficial choice for most people. Looking around at all of you, it is likely that you are far too young to have been involved in a long-term relationship. For the older people in the room, you have probably noticed that sex is a lot more exciting, intense and mutually satisfactory at the beginning of a long relationship than it is after twenty, ten or even five years into a relationship."

Harry sat in silence with his arms folded.

"Why is that? For men, generally, they enjoy having sex with their long-term partner for years -- decades -- into their relationship. In many, if not most, long-term relationships, the men never seem to grow tired of having sex with the same partner. Women, however, often display a much lower libido years into a new relationship. Studies validate this premise.

"There was a study conducted in 2012 by the University of Guelph in Ontario. Researchers asked both men and women how satisfied they were with their relationship, their sexual satisfaction and their sexual desire. For men, there was virtually no change whatsoever in all three of these ratings. Women were also fairly consistent over time in regard to their satisfaction with their relationships and sex lives. However, for each additional month of their relationship, women showed a dramatic decrease in sexual desire. Now, this has nothing to do with the women's age. Older women in the first year of their relationships submitted higher ratings for sexual desire than younger women in the second year of theirs. Regardless of age, the longer the relationship, the lower the score."

He paused a moment to let his last statement sink in, and he took a swig of water from a bottle while he surveyed the room.

"Moreover," he continued, "further studies indicate that when a woman strays outside of her relationship for sexual excitement, she experiences a peak in libido not only with her new partner, but with her established partner as well. We all acknowledge that hormones play an important role in libido; however, we should not downplay the importance of a woman who simply feels sexy. For many women, feeling attractive is the male equivalent of the little blue pill."

Harry suddenly stood and shouted, "So are you telling us that cheating is okay? Maybe we should all just run around and fuck whoever we want. Is that it?"

The room filled with gasps, murmurs and laughter, and heads spun to the back of the room. Phillips wore an amused expression while he waited for the din to subside.

"Of course not, sir," he responded at last. "Cheating is a violation of trust, which is one of the keys to a socially monogamous relationship. I can see there are some confused expressions in the room, so allow me to explain the difference between a socially monogamous and a sexually monogamous relationship. Social monogamy simply means that two people make a commitment to love each other exclusively. Such an arrangement requires love, trust, respect, communication, honesty, and so forth. But none of that has anything whatsoever to do with sex. Sex is merely a physical act. All too often, people make the mistake of equating sex with love, and that relationship is not always present. One can have sex without love, and love without sex.

"A couple can have a relationship where there is social monogamy, but not sexual monogamy -- so long as the those elements I just mentioned remain intact. In fact, there is ample evidence to suggest that nonmonogamy is actually a much healthier form of relationship, with greater benefits in terms of the reported levels of happiness, sexual satisfaction, sexual desire, and health.

"Couples who employ an open marriage concept communicate better than monogamous couples. They rate themselves as more secure in their relationships, and are happier and healthier. They also tend to be better educated, less concerned with wealth, and more likely to practice safe sex.

"I'm not suggesting that nonmonogamy or polyamory is for everyone, and it certainly would not fix a damaged relationship. There are many factors involved in having a successful relationship -- none of which involve sex. But for a couple with a healthy relationship and wildly divergent libidos, nonmonogamy can solve many of the issues that couples have."

"Bullshit!" Harry shouted. He abruptly rose from his chair, stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

***

It took so long for his burger to arrive that Harry had forgotten what he had ordered. He had spotted a little dive bar on the return home, and decided to settle his grumbling belly with some greasy food and a few cold beers. His mind was still reeling from that ridiculous speech he had witnessed, and he couldn't understand why the voice had directed him to attend that lecture. It had been a colossal waste of time.

He had just taken the first bite of his burger when he heard a familiar voice with an irritating British accent.

"Well, fancy meeting you here," Phillips said with a wry tone. He sat on the stool next to Harry and ordered a scotch.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry grumbled.

"Well, given that my hotel is just next door, this would seem to be the logical place for me to be at this hour," Phillips said in his arrogant manner. "The question is: what are you doing here?"

"I was hungry," Harry replied.

"That's all well and good, but what I meant was: what compelled you to attend my lecture today?"

Harry took another large bite of his burger, which gave him an excuse to pause before he answered. Answering truthfully wasn't an option, so he decided to redirect the conversation.

"Do you really believe all that bullshit?" Harry asked, staring straight ahead. "Don't you understand the value in two people being faithful to each other?"

"Of course I do," Phillips responded. He seemed amused by the conversation. "Perhaps you misunderstood me. Social monogamy is extremely valuable in many ways. What I don't find advantageous in any way is sexual monogamy."

Harry turned to face him now. "So you think people should just run around and fuck whoever they want." It was a statement more than a question.

"Why not? Where is the nobility in sexual monogamy?"

Harry shook his head and returned to his burger. He took another large bite and washed it down with a gulp of beer.

"One man, one woman," he said. "That's the way it should be. That's the way it has always been."

"Actually," Phillips corrected him, "historically speaking, sexual monogamy isn't the norm. Anthropologists say that only one in six societies enforces monogamy as a rule. Many nonmonogamous cultures exist today in the Middle East, Africa and parts of Asia. Monogamy is a relatively new, and mostly Western/Judeo-Christian, concept."

"Bullshit," Harry spat. "All you Brits are alike, you know that? I read stories all the time, written by wimpy pussies just like you. You're all a bunch of weak and pathetic cucks."

"Well, aren't you a delightful ray of sunshine," Phillips said with a laugh that irritated Harry to his core. They sat in silence for a moment. Harry stared straight ahead at the ballgame on the television, and he could see Phillips watching him out of the corner of his eye. He didn't enjoy being examined as if he were an animal in a zoo.

"I'm guessing that you're not married," Phillips said. Harry refused to respond, and continued staring straight ahead, pretending to be engrossed in the ballgame. "And I'm guessing that your ex-wife cheated on you."

Harry spun toward Phillips and glared at him. "You're a goddamned genius," he said.

"Did she love you?" Phillips asked in a calm tone.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Harry said, his voice rising in both pitch and volume. "Of course she did. We were married for almost twenty years. She loved me to death. Right up to the point when she fucked some other guy."

"Interesting," Phillips said. "And how did that make you feel when you discovered that she had slept with another man?"

Harry's face reddened and his fists clenched. "How the fuck do you think I felt?" he snapped. "Angry. A burning, white-hot anger."

"Did you love her?" Phillips said in the same annoyingly calm tone.

"You're asking a lot of stupid fucking questions. Of course I loved her."

"And when you found out she slept with another man, you must have felt hurt, betrayed. You believed she didn't love you anymore. Maybe you thought you weren't good enough for her. Maybe you worried that the other guy was better than you, and that she loved him more."

"You're really starting to piss me off."

"And what would you say if I told you that what you felt wasn't anger, but fear and insecurity?"

"I'd say you're a fucking asshole, and you don't know what you're talking about."

Phillips laughed, and took another sip of his drink. "I like you, mate," he said. "I don't know why, but I do."

"Well, I'm glad you find me entertaining," Harry said.

"The thing is, in order to overcome such fear and insecurity, it takes tremendous courage. It's easy to just walk away, isn't it? There is no way to avoid feeling jealous. It's a natural reaction. It takes a great deal of strength to deal with that jealousy in a productive manner and acknowledge that the one you love is an individual person with independent desires. So all of this talk about wimpy, weak and pathetic -- what did you call them -- cucks? Well, that's just pure rubbish, isn't it?"

"Go fuck yourself," Harry snarled.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the room grew dark. The noise from the music and the patrons in the bar became silent, and the image on the television flickered. A message appeared on the screen. It read:

DONALD F. FUPRILS GOLDEN AGE ASSISTED LIVING CENTER 35 IRON DRAGON RD. CHARLOTTESVILLE, VA

Harry heard the voice once again.

"Set him free."

The mysterious, and now familiar, whispered voice spoke to him once more, piercing the silence. Harry sat, motionless on the bar stool and stared at the message on the screen. What did it mean? Was he being sent on yet another wild goose chase? Would that voice ever leave him alone?

Harry blinked, and the lights illuminated. The sounds of music and chattering returned to normal. He looked at Phillips, who was calmly sipping his scotch, and then looked at the television. The Redskins were still trailing the Giants by a score of 14-3.

"I don't suppose you heard that?" Harry said to Phillips.

"Heard what?" Phillips asked.

"And I'm betting you didn't see it either," Harry said, motioning to the television.

"Oh, I haven't been paying attention to the game, if that's what you mean. I don't care much for American football."

"Of course you don't," Harry grumbled. He gathered his belongings and paid his tab.

"Leaving already?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah," Harry said. "I guess I have somewhere I need to be."

***

The woman behind the desk appeared startled.

"I said, is there a man here by the name of Donald Fuprils?" Harry repeated, clearly agitated.

"Yes," the woman said, hesitantly, "there is."

"Well?" Harry said, impatiently. "Can I see him?"

"Umm...well, sir, visiting hours are over in just twenty minutes. Perhaps you can come back tomorrow."

"Perhaps," Harry said, "I can see him for twenty minutes right now."

The woman emitted a loud sigh and picked up her phone. After hanging up, she asked Harry to take a seat in the waiting room. Within moments, a large black man wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants appeared. He wore some sort of badge affixed upon a lanyard around his neck.

"Sir, I'm here to escort you to Mr. Fuprils' room," he stated with a serious expression.

Harry wanted to ask why he needed an escort to visit an old man, but he just wanted to end the experience as quickly as possible. In the back of his mind, he knew that if he didn't follow the voice's directions, Marilyn would likely never return.

He trudged down the hallway, a few paces behind the security guard, and was eventually led into a small room. A frail old man sat in a wheelchair by the window, peering out into the settling darkness. Harry approached him with some hesitance, and pulled up a chair beside him. He looked back toward the door and noticed the security guard was standing just outside the door in the hallway.

"Donald?" Harry said. For the first time, the old man appeared to notice Harry's presence in the room, and his eyes widened as he smiled a toothless grin. His skin looked like a crumpled-up paper bag. He must be 100 years old, Harry thought.

"A visitor!" Donald said with a weak voice. "Why, I haven't had a visitor since..."

He seemed to trail off in thought. Harry looked at his watch and realized that he needed to get right to the point.

"Donald, my name is Harry," he said. "I was told to come here to visit you. Do you know why?"

Donald looked at him with a confused expression.

"Does the name Marilyn Chambers mean anything to you?" Harry asked, grasping for straws. The old man shook his head. "Behind the Green Door? Ginger Lynn? Linda Lovelace? Do any of these names ring a bell?"

More head-shaking.

"Do you know who I am? Harry Carvohi? Does that name mean anything to you?" Another head shake. Frustrated, Harry searched for more names. There had to be some reason the voice had brought him to this place.

"Adam Phillips!" he said. No reaction. "Melinda? Melinda Carvohi?"

Donald's eyes lit up once more. "I had a wife named Melinda once," he said.

"Maybe that's it," Harry stated.

"I killed her," Donald said, flatly, and Harry's expression fell. "I came home one day, and found her in bed with another man," Donald continued, calmly, as if he had told the story a hundred times. "I kept a handgun in my sock drawer. Pulled it out of there, and shot her. Shot him, too. Killed them both."

"I think you did what any normal man would do in that circumstance," Harry responded after a pause. "Men step up. They take action. I admire that."

"I got life in prison," Donald continued, as if Harry hadn't spoken. "No parole."

"So what are you doing here, then?" Harry asked.

"Overcrowding in the prison," Donald explained. "So they put me in this place. I guess they figure at 93 years old, I'm not gonna break out of here. Still, they make me wear this goddamned thing." He patted a bracelet on his ankle.

"Well," Harry said, "I'm sorry to hear that. I think you did what any normal man would've done. You made sure that justice was served."

"Justice," the old man said with a smirk. "Yeah, I thought so, too. I felt pretty good about what I'd done. I even got anonymous fan mail sent to me in prison. Can you believe it?"

Harry chuckled softly. The old man's smile faded, and he returned to gazing out the window.

"I'm 93 years old," he repeated, "and I haven't experienced freedom in nearly seventy years. There is a whole world out there that I never got a chance to see. I think of all the experiences I could have had: having children, travelling, birthday parties, weddings and family gatherings. One bad decision and it cost me the rest of my life."

Harry leaned forward in his chair and rubbed his forehead.

"I'm going to die soon," Donald continued, "and when I do, it'll be like I never existed. There isn't one person on this planet who will even remember that I ever lived. My whole life has been just...wasted."

***

Harry sat in his favorite recliner in the basement, overlooking the stage. He had driven home in silence and reflected upon the words of the two men he had been encountered that day. It made little sense to him why the voice had insisted he travel all that distance to meet two complete strangers. Nothing about his entire experience, from the first time he heard that voice in his basement, made any sense.

When he had arrived home, he announced to the empty room that he had done everything that had been asked of him. He called out Marilyn's name again and again, waiting for the green door to open, before he finally gave up and slumped into his recliner. Hours passed, and he continued to stare at the door as he slowly sipped a glass of whiskey.

At last, the door opened. Three attractive women wearing black robes slowly marched into the room, followed by three more. In the center of the six was Marilyn. She wore a white robe, and was blindfolded. The six women in black led Marilyn to the center of the stage and disrobed her. They then gently lowered her to the mattress on the floor.

Something about this scene was familiar to Harry, and he smiled at the realization that they were reenacting the climactic scene from Behind the Green Door. He recalled the scene in vivid detail, as it had been permanently burnt into his brain as an adolescent. He unzipped his fly and took his cock out.

The black-robed women remained clothed, and they tended to Marilyn from all angles. Two of the women gently rubbed Marilyn's perky tits and squeezed her nipples. Two others stroked her thighs, massaged her feet, and lightly brushed their fingers over her pussy. The last two kissed her lips and neck.

Marilyn writhed on the mattress in ecstasy as the six women continued to cover every inch of her body with light touches, kisses and licks. One of the women moved between Marilyn's legs and lovingly stroked her tongue over Marilyn's labia, and she moaned softly in response. Harry's cock hardened, and he stroked it slowly as he remained fixated on the action on stage.

All six women had their mouths on Marilyn now, sucking her tits, kissing her lips and neck, licking her pussy, and sucking her toes. The green door opened, and a tall black man slowly sauntered across the stage. He was bare-chested, and wore a necklace of lion teeth around his neck. His face was streaked with white paint, and he wore white tights with a large hole cut around the crotch. His long black cock stood half-erect and bobbed up and down as he walked.

Marilyn tensed and shook with what appeared to be an orgasm as the woman between her legs continued to lick and suck her clit. The woman then moved aside, allowing the black man to take her position. He knelt in front of Marilyn and positioned his now fully-erect dick at her entrance. She writhed and bucked in pleasure, and gave a low moan as he entered her.




No More Room in the Basement



Harry watched intently as the black man slowly slid his cock in and out of Marilyn's pussy. The black man withdrew completely, revealing his glistening wet cock, and then slowly filled her once again. Harry's dick was fully-engorged, and he stroked it with greater enthusiasm.

The black man began fucking Marilyn harder and faster, and her moaning grew louder and more persistent. It had a strange, yet familiar, tone, and Harry was mesmerized by the sound of it. He felt himself reaching an orgasm, and slowed his stroking to prolong the pleasure.

Marilyn practically screamed as she reached another orgasm. Her body tensed and shook beneath the weight of the black man, who was now holding her legs and thrusting hard and fast inside her. His head tilted back, his mouth gaped open, and he groaned loudly as he gave one final hard thrust. He held himself deep inside her and ground his hips into her before he practically collapsed on top of her. He then withdrew himself completely, and Harry could see a stream of milky-white fluid flow down the crease of Marilyn's ass and form a pool on the mattress underneath her.

The black man rose and exited the stage, and the green door opened once more. Four men, all dressed in identical white tights with the crotch area exposed, approached the center of the stage. A three-seated trapeze structure lowered from the ceiling, and three of the men positioned themselves into seated positions upon it. The fourth man gently raised Marilyn to her knees. He lay on his back, and then guided her to straddle him while the other three men surrounded her. The man seated directly in front fed his cock into her mouth, and she hungrily devoured it. The men to her left and right took her hands and guided them to their cocks, so that she was now servicing all four men simultaneously.

This was Harry's favorite scene from the movie. He found it incredibly arousing that one woman could please four men at the same time. He watched intently as Marilyn eagerly swallowed the cock in front of her while gyrating on the cock below her and stroking two more with each of her hands.

He was surprised when the green door opened once again, as it was out of sync with this scene from the movie. He was even more surprised when Marilyn emerged through the door and casually strolled to the center of the stage.

Harry stood to his feet, his cock standing straight and rigid from the front of his pants. His mouth was agape, and he looked at Marilyn with a bewildered expression. When Marilyn glanced toward him, she giggled at the sight.

"Hi, Harry!" she chirped with a smile.

"Marilyn...what...how...?"

"The question you mean to ask," Marilyn said, still wearing a bright smile, "is who."

She walked over toward the woman in the center of the stage and stood behind her. She then looked over at Harry.

"If you build it," she said, "she will cum."

With that, she removed the blindfold from the woman. Harry's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his hands reflexively covered his face. Marilyn stepped off the stage and stood beside him.

"It's okay," she said. "She has no idea who you are."

Of course she didn't. The woman on the stage appeared to be younger than she was when Harry first met her. The mere vision of his ex-wife, in her youth, evoked a flood of fond memories from their early days together.

"Our friends set us up on a blind date," he told Marilyn. He was shaking, and she reached over to comfort him. "I had forgotten how beautiful she was. She was way out of my league, but I could tell from the moment she first looked at me, there was a connection, you know?"

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her raw and uninhibited sexuality was on full display. She seemed blissfully unaware of her surroundings, completely engaged in the act of giving and receiving pure pleasure. All five people on stage shared the same expression of ecstasy.

He seemed to snap out of his trance. "This isn't right," he stated. "She was my wife. I shouldn't be watching this. It's perverted. There's nothing remotely arousing about this."

Marilyn chuckled and diverted her gaze downward. She reached over and grabbed his hard cock.

"Oh, really?" she said. "You seem to be enjoying the show, Harry. Your dick doesn't lie."

"I thought it was you," he replied. His dick throbbed in her hand, and she gave it a few soft strokes.

"Did you? You mean to tell me you didn't recognize her? You didn't recognize the sound of her moaning? Be straight with me, Harry."

"I swear, I didn't know."

Marilyn released her grip and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Fine, whatever," he said, taking her hand and placing it back on his dick. "Just don't stop what you're doing. Please."

Marilyn laughed. "Have a seat, Harry."

He returned to his recliner, and Marilyn positioned herself at his feet while checking to ensure that he was getting a clear view of the action. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth sent ripples of pleasure through his entire body. Harry let out a loud moan as she took his entire length into her throat.

Melinda's loud moans were muffled by the hard cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster, while bouncing on the cock below her and stroking the other two to each side of her. Harry was mesmerized by the sight of her. He had never witnessed Melinda enjoying herself, sexually, from this particular vantage point, and there was something oddly arousing about it. The man beneath her began thrusting upward to meet her downward strokes, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the room.

"I'm gonna cum," Harry moaned as Marilyn expertly massaged his cock with her mouth and tongue. His warning only served to quicken her pace. The man beneath Melinda gave several quick upward thrusts and then withdrew himself. A burst of cum erupted from his cock, followed by several more that coated his chest and belly.

The man seated in front of Melinda removed his cock from her mouth and quickly stroked himself. A stream of cum splashed against Melinda's cheek, and she opened her mouth to receive the second spurt, which cascaded across her tongue. Harry groaned loudly, and he filled Marilyn's mouth with a powerful wave of cum. The men seated beside Melinda ejaculated simultaneously, each sending several streams of cum into the air and coating Melinda's hands.

"Holy fuck!" Harry shouted, startling the performers on stage. He leaned in toward Marilyn and lowered his voice. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life!"

"Mmmm," Marilyn responded with a dirty grin. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was fun for me, too."

One by one, the men on stage exited through the green door. Melinda lagged behind, cleaning herself with a white towel and collecting her robe. She looked up at Harry and Marilyn and smiled.

"I think I'll leave you two alone," Marilyn said. She climbed up onto the stage and smiled at Melinda as she brushed past her.

"If you build it, she will cum," Harry muttered to himself, nodding in recognition.

"Go all the way," Marilyn said. "Set him free." She turned toward him as she opened the door. She smiled at him once more, and then disappeared behind the door.

"You must be Harry," Melinda said.

"Must be," Harry said. It was strange to speak to her again. It was even stranger that she had no recognition of him whatsoever.

"I'm Melinda," she stated. "I want to thank you for building this place."

"You're welcome," he said. "You're welcome here any time."

They shared a moment of awkward silence. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he realized it would be pointless. The woman standing before him didn't even know him. All of the animosity he felt toward her -- the resentment, the hurt, the destruction she caused -- she was completely unaware of it. None of it seemed to matter anymore. It simply felt good to be with her in the same room again.

"I should get going," she stated. "Thanks again."

"No problem," he responded. She hesitated for a moment, and then walked toward the door. As she opened it, Harry spoke again.

"Will you come back?"

Melinda paused for a moment, and seemed to turn the question over in her mind.

"Why don't you come with me?" she asked.

"I...I can't," Harry said. "At least, I don't think I can."

"Why not?"

"That door...it doesn't really work for me."

"Don't be silly," she said with a sweet smile. "Come on." She held out her hand.

As he walked toward the door, he was startled to discover that there was no longer a cement wall behind it. Instead, he saw nothing but pure darkness -- an empty void. Melinda took him by the hand and pulled him through the door.

When the door closed, Harry was surrounded by darkness. The touch of Melinda's hand faded, as did the sensation of the floor beneath him. He lost all feeling in his extremities, and he could no longer feel his heartbeat nor the breath escape from his lips. He had become nothing but a consciousness floating through empty space.

Gradually, the sensation of his body returned to him. He felt the weight of his torso resting on a hard surface beneath his buttocks. He felt the weight of his upper body on his elbows, which were propped up on another hard surface. His heartbeat and breathing returned, and he could suddenly smell a hint of fresh, spring air. He heard the faint sound of a ticking clock, and it grew louder as light began to seep into the darkness.

He realized that his eyes were closed, and that his hands were covering his face. Slowly and deliberately, he removed his hands and opened his eyes. He was sitting at his kitchen table. Seated across from him was Melinda. She was much older now. She was looking downward at the table, and he could see streaks of wetness on her cheeks.

He looked around the house and noticed that all of the knick-knacks had reappeared, filling the shelves and surfaces of the home. The vase that they had purchased during their trip to Florence -- the one he had smashed against the wall on that fateful day -- sat on a half wall, fully intact. He looked down at his forearm. The tattoo was gone.

"Please believe me," she said.

Her voice startled him.

"It was a mistake," she continued. "An awful, unforgivable mistake. I love you so much, Harry. Please...say something."

For the first time, she raised her head and looked straight into Harry's eyes. For several moments, he simply looked at her without moving a muscle or saying a word.

"You were so in love with each other. Quite frankly, it was sickening."

"Monogamy is not natural; it is man-made."

"Sex is merely a physical act. All too often, people make the mistake of equating sex with love, and that is not always true. One can have sex without love, and love without sex."

"It takes a great deal of strength to deal with that jealousy in a productive manner and acknowledge that the one you love is an individual being with independent desires."

"One bad decision and it cost me the rest of my life."

Harry looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that she loved him.

"Okay," he said. "Let's talk."



Marilyn Cole and Cyndi Wood



The Pump Room in Chicago was a popular spot for men to eat because, being so close to the Playboy Mansion, it was a popular place for Playmates to eat; even better, when the mansion was full girls were often put up in rooms in the hotel that held this restaurant. Today two beautiful women were sitting at a table for an early dinner and every eye in the place was glued on them. One was Miss January 1972; the other was about to debut as Miss February of 1973, and even though the men gawking at them didn't always recognize them as playmates, each man was imagining what these luscious girls looked like naked. They didn't have to try hard. 

Both girls were staying at the Ambassador Hotel, where the Pump Room was, so they didn't need coats for the bitter Chicago winter; instead they were dressed in tight low cut dresses with high, very very high, hemlines. Marilyn Cole, Miss January 1972, wore golden brown silk which matched her sparkling eyes. Her brown wavy hair streamed down her back and bare shoulders. She was tall and stately with a regal very proper British attitude, yet underneath she exuded raw sensuality. In a couple of months she would be named Playmate of the Year. Cyndi Wood, Miss February 1973 was dressed in a soft pink that complimented her light playful spirit. Her light blonde hair was cut stylishly and her hands were in constant motion. She was much shorter than Marilyn but both had full busty figures that strained the delicate fabric of their dresses.

Everybody knew the girls were important; they'd been seated in Booth One which was reserved for celebrities like Frank Sinatra. Right now the two girls had their heads together in a quiet but animated conversation.

"I'm telling you Cyndi, you could be, you should be, Playmate of the Year. All you have to do is play the game. Loosen up, get in the swing of things."

"I don't know, I'm just not the party girl type."

"Look, I've seen you giving that bloke over there the once over. Go over and talk to him." Marilyn gestured with her eyes towards a well dressed young man sitting with two elderly gentlemen at a table about ten feet away.

Cyndi blushed, "Oh, he doesn't want to talk to me!" She etched little circles in the white tablecloth.

"Here now," Marilyn said firmly as she smiled at the men at the other table. "If I bring him over you have to promise to give him a proper shagging."

"Shagging, what's that?" But Cyndi's words were ignored as Marilyn got up and elegantly strutted to the other table.

All eyes in the room were on Marilyn as she moved, the way her hair shimmered and eyes sparkled, the way her breasts quivered slightly as she walked, the way her round bottom rolled in the tight dress. She sat down next to the man. "Excuse me," she said to the two elderly gentlemen, then she rested both her hands on the younger man's shoulder and spoke directly into his ear. "Your bed or mine? Only I do so hope it is mine so that you know where I'm staying and can find me again whenever you feel the urge; besides that's where my toys are."

As she spoke she moved one hand down to his leg and gave it a good solid squeeze.

The man glanced at his dinner companions, then studied Marilyn quietly. His gaze was steady and commanding. He nodded more to himself than to her, "Well, in that case, it's yours," he said softly. Without taking his eyes off of her he spoke to the others. "Gentlemen, I trust you'll understand if we continue this discussion later. In fact, if you call my lawyer in the morning I'm sure all the details can be arranged. He stood up and offered his arm to Marilyn.

She stood up and gave the two seated men a radiant smile. "Thank you for your indulgence. I assure you that this is most pressing business." She put her arm under the young man's and guided him back to Booth One. "We just have to meet my darling friend Cyndi; I do hope you enjoy wild sex, because the poor girl is desperately in need of a good shagging."

The couple joined Cyndi who was blushing profusely and giggling nervously. "Hello there," she managed to gasp out as he took her hand.

"I'm Thomas," he said as he held her hand a little longer that propriety allows. 

"Oh, yes, Tom, yes. Well, this is Marilyn."

"And you are?" Now he was sitting in the booth between the two beauties. Marilyn snuggled up close and her hands were under the table. After a beat he gave her a glance with eyebrows arched in surprise. Marilyn smiled like the Mona Lisa.

"Oh, me? I'm, um, I'm..." The pretty blonde was too flustered to speak.

"Tom, this is my friend, Cyndi, who is a very silly girl, who now has to keep her promise to me," Marilyn said with a laugh.

"And what promise is that?" Tom asked, looking at Cyndi kindly. Marilyn was now leaning against his shoulders and kept her hands busy under the table.

"Oh, I don't know," Cyndi tittered nervously, "Marilyn is always getting strange ideas."

"Now really, silly girl. You must have noticed her, Tom, admiring you? I must say I find you quite attractive myself." She glanced down at her hands in his lap. "Quite attractive, indeed. Well, she promised that if I could persuade you to join us that the three of us could spend a delightful evening enjoying each other up in our suite. It has a rather large lovely bed and we don't want to squander it." 

As Marilyn spoke Cyndi looked down and saw what the British beauty was doing with her hands. She had opened the fly and her hand was inside his slacks and wrapped around his cock. Her hand was running up and down the shaft. 

Marilyn caught Cyndi's startled look. "Well, it is the Pump Room after all," she cooed. With that she pulled the cock all the way out and waved it at Cyndi. Although the tablecloth hid their laps from view it was obvious to all in the room from the satisfied look on Tom that something was going on. 

"He seems about ready to burst. Are you ready, Tom darling? There's a good boy. Cyndi, be a dear and finish him off. It will be the first step towards the new you." 

Cyndi looked in wonder at the huge red tip that seemed to urge her on; her lips were pressed tightly together but the tip of her tongue darted out in yearning. Without thinking she found herself leaning down and opening wide. 

As soon as her lips covered his shaft he let loose a long stream of his seed into her mouth. She had to gulp quickly to take it all in. Marilyn was stroking her hair, "Dear, dear girl," she murmured.

Cyndi finally swallowed all of him and sat up, keeping her eyes demurely on the table; she was afraid to look at anybody after what she did. But she gave a satisfied gulp as the last of him oozed down to her belly.

"Well," Marilyn purred, "That's good for starters but I imagine the main course is best served upstairs. Shall we?"

By now the waiters were anxious to give them the check. Tom wanted to pay but Marilyn insisted on charging everything to Playboy. "It's good promotion after all." Getting up and crossing the room was embarrassing for Tom and Cyndi; he had redone his pants but he felt eyes burning into him as he left the Pump Room with a playmate on each arm.

The elevator was crowded and Marilyn teased Tom some more as she kept a tight grip on his rear. "Tom dear, do you happen to have a set of handcuffs?" she said loud enough for everybody on the elevator to hear. "No, oh well, we'll just have to make do won't we?" She had her inscrutable smile again.

Marilyn gave Tom the key to open the door, "Perhaps you'd best keep it. We can get an extra at the desk." The suite was large and decorated with fine furniture. In deed, there was a huge bed in the center of the bedroom. 

"Too bad about the handcuffs, but we'll see." Marilyn practically pushed Tom into a chair. "Now, I want you to sit here and don't move." She spun around and retrieved some wine from the minibar. "Be a dear and open this."

As he was turning the corkscrew Marilyn stood the lovely but shy Cyndi in front of him. She made a fuss of getting her to stand straight with her shoulders back and her chest out and chin up. Cyndi did look beautiful as she smiled bashfully; her nipples stood out under the soft fabric of her tight dress and announced her excitement.

"Now Tom, you are about to get a preview of the magnificent Miss February." Marilyn slowly slid the thin straps of the dress off of Cyndi's shoulders. The silk fell away but clung precariously to the nipples as if reluctant to separate from those delicious morsels. 

With a soft sigh that matched Cyndi's shallow breathing the silk tumbled off her mounds and revealed their mouth-watering glory. "Now don't these look stunning?" Marilyn was stroking Cyndi's milky white mounds lovingly. "I could just eat them up." She bent down over the blonde and kissed both breasts. Cyndi bit her lower lip and looked seductively at Tom. When Marilyn picked up her head Cyndi's nipples were glistening from the brunette's wet mouth. 

Marilyn stood behind Cyndi and pushed the dress off the blonde's hips. It landed at her feet as Marilyn's hands caressed her body. "She has such a nice belly button." Marilyn stretched around and twirled her tongue in it.

Cyndi cocked her head to one side and absorbed the loving and sensual touch of Miss January. She started to sway slightly as she watched Tom's excitement grow.

With her hand's on the tiny girl's hips she turned her around and knelt down and really dug into Cyndi's navel; Cyndi writhed with pleasure even as Marilyn's hands tugged her panties down and they dropped to the floor. Cyndi rested her hands on Marilyn's shoulders and daintily stepped out of the garments on the floor.

Marilyn peeked around and smiled at Tom. "I know you are looking at the most splendid bum you've ever seen, but I have the most gorgeous little pussy right here in front of me. Oh, I just have to have a taste." Her face disappeared into Cyndi's bush and the pretty young blonde had to grasp Marilyn's hair to stay up as she twisted on to the kneeling girl's eager tongue.

Cyndi's bottom was magnificent, round and pink and plush, and it swayed and rocked in rhythm with Marilyn's thrusting and twirling tongue. The blonde dropped her head in ecstasy.

"Oh, oohhh, that feels so good." She turned around and looked at the man with her large doe eyes. "Tom..." It was barely a whisper.

But Marilyn was up in a flash. "Tut, tut, all in good time." She bounded over to Tom's chair and took the wine bottle from him. Then she rested one leg on his lap and slowly peeled off her silk stocking. Her legs were long and firm and smooth; as she pulled the silk off her toes she brushed it along his face teasingly. Then she stripped the other leg in the same way.

Using the silk stockings she tied his wrists to the chair; he gave no resistance and even smiled at her prim glances. "We have no cuffs so we'll improvise. I imagine this is Yankee ingenuity. Now, you will certainly, in due course, be in full possession of our luscious Cyndi, (isn't she such a delectable treat?) I want her to be fully, you know, fully fucked, but after I've tenderized her a bit. Meanwhile..." Marilyn stood straight up and with two quick gestures pushed her dress off her shoulders and onto the floor.

Her bronze skin gleamed and her body looked like a statue of Venus. Her massive breasts stood firm and full and her dark bush already seemed moist. She chuckled at the look of amazement on Tom's face and the way his tongue was hanging out. "You're being so good. Would you like some wine?" She poured a few drops on her fleshy hard nipple and let him lick it off, then did it again. Soon she was cramming her creamy mounds into his wolfish mouth.

Cyndi sat on the edge of the bed watching Marilyn but in a few moments the tall brunette turned her attentions back to her. "Ah, Miss February is ready for the next course." On her way to the bed the stately beauty picked up something from a night table. Cyndi groaned when she saw it. "Now, now, you know how much you love it." She firmly pushed the tiny girl back down on the bed.

Cyndi's legs dangled down off the end of the large bed giving Tom a view the golden curls of her bush and even a peek at her pussy lips. Marilyn sat next to her and lightly stroked her inner thigh. Suddenly she brought her hand to Cyndi's mouth and had her suck on the fingers. The whole time she was murmuring softly, "So pretty, such a pretty thing, so sweet..." She drew her wet fingers down over Cyndi's chest, circling the bright red nipples and then down the belly until she abruptly plunged two fingers into Cyndi's pussy. "... So fuckable," she said with glee.

Cyndi moaned as Marilyn wet her pussy and spread the lips apart but coming in harmony with the tender girl's moaning was the hum of the vibrator Marilyn had picked up. 

The brunette put one hand under Cyndi's thigh and with this hand she guided in the humming tool. She slid her other hand under Cyndi's back and lifted her up so the pretty girl could watch herself get fucked by Miss January.

Cyndi was supporting herself on her elbows and biting hard on her lip as she stared at the hard vibrator pushing into her body. Tom could see the anguish on her face as she writhed into the machine. Marilyn twisted and probed and taunted every inch of her sex.

"Oh, oh god, Marilyn, you feel so good, oh baby, you're so good, fuck me baby." Marilyn was touching herself now and soon both girls were moaning in unison with the vibrator. Each time Marilyn shoved the vibrator in deeper into Cyndi she dug in deeper into her own pussy with her fingers. 

But even as she felt almost overwhelmed by bliss Marilyn was still sensitive to Cyndi's passion. She sensed her own orgasm coming so she thrust hard to finish the young girl off. 

Cyndi suddenly burst forward with an open mouth and then snapped back flat on the bed. Marilyn fell back with her and their tongues met as wave after wave of pleasure poured over them.

The ecstasy did not diminish Marilyn's energy. As Cyndi caught her breath the brunette sat up and looked at Tom. "Poor baby," she said huskily, "We'll take good care of you."

Cyndi was too weak to resist as Marilyn pushed her off the bed then onto her knees in front of Tom. She even helped Marilyn undo his pants and pull them down. The blonde took the cock in her mouth almost like a pacifier. Marilyn stood behind her and was kissing him wildly as Cyndi sucked him. At the same time she was kneading Cyndi's rear, then with a firm grip on her victim's hip, Marilyn shoved the vibrator into the young girl's ass. 

Cyndi screamed even with the cock in her mouth but in moments she was rocking back and forth in rhythm with the vibrator. Marilyn reached under and hunted for Cyndi's clit. At the same time she rested her own pussy against the hand holding the vibrator. 

Tom shot into her mouth and Cyndi swallowed greedily. She sank back as the frantic taunting of Marilyn's hand on her clit met the thrusting of the vibrator in her ass. She gasped and rattled before collapsing at their feet.

"Poor girl, all worn out. But I certainly hope you're not." Marilyn straddled his lap and took hold of his shaft and stroked it until it was hard enough to stab into her pussy. 

She took her time, undulating like a wave over his body, rocking her body over his cock and letting it twist and probe inside her. She lifted her round breasts and rubbed them in his face and let him feast on her moist flesh. She covered his face and neck and ears with kisses as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

She was dancing to a music only she could hear and she sang along with her groans. 'Mmmmmm, so good, mmmmmm, oh yessss..."

Tom's cock swelled and pulsated as she tightened and loosened, pumping his cannon up to maximum velocity. She felt him start to come and let herself go, flowing over him with the hot juices of her climax, as she came she dropped back until she was hanging upside down with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head was next to Cyndi's and she pried open the pretty blonde's mouth and devoured her sweet tongue as the last of her orgasm pulsed from her clit to her skull.

She slithered all the way to the floor and hugged Cyndi, "I hope you don't mind but after all you sucked him off, twice by my reckoning, and now, when he's in you he'll take a long long time to fill that sweet little box of yours up." 

The girls sat on the floor and sipped wine until everybody had recovered. Finally Marilyn sprang up and clapped her hands like a school master. "Now it's time for the coup de gras!" She waved Cyndi towards the bed and the blonde got caught up in her Marilyn's enthusiasm and eagerly pulled the bed cover off to reveal the satin sheets. She climbed in and piled up some pillows and leaned against them and waited for what she knew was coming. Her feet were flat on the bed and she was slowly, and dreamily opening and closing her legs.

Marilyn untied Tom and quickly stripped off the last of his clothes, then led him to the bed. Cyndi looked up at him with one finger hooked into her mouth. Her eyes were flashing with light and she spread her arms wide to great him. He climbed between her legs and covered her body with his. He braced himself on his arms and let Marilyn kneel behind him and stroke his cock until it was hard enough to rub against Cyndi's pussy lips.

With Marilyn pressing against his back the head of his cock slid into Cyndi's hot flooding sheath. He had to pause because she was so deliciously tight. She looked at him with her doe eyes in gratitude. "Oh Tom," she moaned.

Marilyn was enthralled by the look of bliss on Cyndi's face. She spoke to her with encouragement, "I love the feeling of the first stroke of a new lover's cock. It says so much more than the first kiss; in fact,..."

"Shut up and let me fuck him," Cyndi gasped and she thrust her hips up into Tom and hugged him tightly with her arms. The feel of his rock hard shaft ramming into her shot a rocket to her skull and she had a brief spasm of thrashing. He closed his eyes for a moment just letting the sweet grip of her pussy pulsate through his entire body. He started pumping in and out and Cyndi joined him, swaying to his gentle rhythm.

She covered his face with kisses and murmured in his ear. 

"Oh that feels so good. So sweet. Oh yeah, I loved when you came in my mouth, did you like it baby, it felt so good, burning down my throat, will you come in me again, but not now baby, no, not now, now I want this, in and out, so nice, so good, ooooh, that was nice, do that again, yeah, right there, oh, oh, OOOHH YEAH, baby, I love it, I love your cock, give me your cock, oooohhhh yeah."

In and out he pumped slowly and deeply as she writhed and moaned with pleasure. "Yeah, baby, I love you baby, I love you Tom, do you love me, love me, love me, oh, oh, oh god, oh fuck, oooooh." 

The pace gradually got faster and soon she was thrashing and bucking wildly. Rockets kept shooting up her spine as small orgasms gripped her and joined together to create a tsunami of bliss. Marilyn pushed him down and his cock reached further into her than anything had ever reached before. Her body seemed to explode as her climax burst over him, forcing his seed to flood her sheath. She swooned as the heat of him filled her up. 

"Ohhhh, ooohh, come in me baby, come on baby, I'm coming for you, I'm commiiing!!"

The two lovers kept rolling into each other slowing down but not stopping; they fucked themselves into a dream and curled around each other in bliss.

Marilyn watched the two sleeping lovers for awhile then went to the chair and had a glass of wine.

She sat thoughtfully for a moment then picked up the phone. "Hello Room Service? What would be the quickest thing to order? Good, I'll have that. And please, could Juan deliver it?"

About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Room service." 




Marilyn Cole and Cyndi Wood



"Come in; it's open." The bellboy stepped into the room and Marilyn, who was standing behind the door. pounced on him. His tray fell down and the coffee and toast spilled to the floor but she was already straddling him and ripping off his clothes. "What the ...!" was all Juan could get out.

"Don't you remember me Juan? You brought up my bags. I meant to give you a better tip."

Juan looked up at the Amazon above him. Her eyes were wild with lust and her hair disheveled. Her breasts were heaving and swelling and her pussy was already wet with desire. He realized that he wandered into heaven. With all his strength he pushed himself up and wrestled her onto her back. She squeezed her lush breasts around his cock and he began to pump. He put a finger in her mouth and another in her pussy.

It was the best tip he'd ever had.



Marilyn: Going Your Way



Welcome to the latest installment of my tales of pure, unadulterated lust. Wait a sec, I’ve just adulterated it. Oh well. I’ll keep it short and sweet. After all, I have enough problems with people bashing my work. No disclaimers. If you don’t have the good sense to realize that this my work, and that if you’re gonna make money off of it, it is my legal right to ask for a cut or shut you down, you’re hopeless. Oh, and send comments to the address in my profile. Enjoy!

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"Oh yes…eat me…ooh yeah…"

Marilyn was laying on one side, watching her sister Sharilynn get gently eaten by Kat. Marilyn herself was bottomless, letting her limp dick hang down to recover from soreness. Yes, it was one of those weekend afternoons that stretched into the night that was completely filled with lust. It was a nice way to kick ass a relax, to recreate after the tensions of a high school day. Laying back, she half closed her eyes, then decided to look on the clock on her sister’s bed out of curiosity.

"OH SHIT!"

Sharilynn gently pushed Kat’s head from between her legs, then turned her head towards her sister.

"What’s going on, man?" Shari asked. "I was enjoying myself there, sis."

"It’s fucking one in the morning!"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, you do know that she," referring to Kat, "should have been gone by now, right?"

"So?"

"Uh, it is exactly safe out there for tiny women out there. This isn’t Iowa or something."

"Alright, point well taken. Get dressed and take Kat on back home. Just toss me my vibrator on the way out, OK?"

"Done and done, sis."

Marilyn sat all the way up, grabbed Kat’s head, turned her to face her lips and mouthed to her ‘I’m gonna take you home. Go get dressed.’ With Kat now scrambling for her clothes, she stood up, opened the nightstand drawer and tossed her sister her vibe.

"Hope you enjoy that, sis!" Marilyn said as she drifted out of the room.

"Will do!"

Marilyn strolled across the hallway to her room. When she got there, she took off her shirt off to put on a lacy half-cup bra. She replaced her plain yellow t-shirt, then the bulkiest panties and baggiest jeans she could grab. She slipped on a bulky hoody to keep out the cold, threw on some shoes, then walked back across the hall to get Kat.

"Mmm…she looks so yummy. I wish I could eat her up. Then again I have," Marilyn said to herself enjoying a private giggle. She saw her very good friend dressed in a light blue t-shirt with a light jacket, wearing one of her old uniform skirts, with her hair up in pigtails. Kat’s nipples were poking up through her shirt, and her face was filled with a combination of love and lust for Marilyn, with such a warm smile and such lustful eyes.

‘Come to me, come to my arms,’ Marilyn mouthed to her friend, spreading her arms in welcoming. Kat smiled wider at Marilyn, then bounced over to her relative massive friend and lover. "Damn, I wish she could hear better, so I wouldn’t have to lip sync everything I saw to her" she thought to herself. "However, it’s either that or screaming, and I don’t want the whole world to know how much I need her," she thought to herself as she held Kat tight to her hips and began to walk towards the door.

As they walked out into the chilly autumn night, Marilyn began to think about how all this started. Feeling Kat’s head held up against her hip, she looked down and smiled gently at her, realizing how such an innocent smile could trigger such memories of pure lust. Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of her walk, overcome by lust, and ground her hips against Kat’s head and the air. Realizing what was going on, Kat reached up between Marilyn’s legs and squeezed on her tucked-up cock. Closing her eyes and gasping, Marilyn suddenly came to, then continued walking down the street, stroking her lover’s hair as she came to the barren bus stop on the sidewalk. She got down on one knee, then kissed Kat while lightly caressing her inner thigh. She would like continue with more, but the lights of the bus appeared in the distance, and she didn’t want to look bad. Marilyn then calmly got up, dusted off her jeans and got her MetroCard out just in time for the bus to pull up to the stop.

On the ride to the subway station on the virtually empty bus, Marilyn looked down at Kat’s head laying down on her lap, stroking her hair, reflecting a gentle smile back down. "Man, to think all this happened because of a chance walk-in," she thought to herself. "I know the sex is fun, but there’s something about her. Maybe it’s the male protector gene in me that didn’t get wiped out in the hormones. I dunno. It’s just that she’s so innocent, and makes me feel so strong and needed and loving. Whodathunkit that casual sex could actually lead to something…"

Marilyn’s train of thought was broken when she felt something warm and soft moving between her legs. When she looked down, she saw Kat nuzzling her head against her tucked-up dick through her jeans with her face and cheeks. Apparently noticing the stirring in her loins, Kat looked up at her with those big eyes smiling widely. Marilyn took Kat’s head in her hands, looked at her and mouthed to her ‘thank you. Thank you very much.’ She then brought Kat’s forehead to her lips and gave a soft, lingering kiss to it. Slumping down on her seat a bit, she brought Kat’s head to lie on her huge, pillowy breasts and held her tight to them, calmly stroking her hair.

The short ride through practically empty streets on the bus brought them to the Subway station faster than expected. Marilyn and Kat stepped off the bus, walked side by side down to through the turnstiles, then descended down the stairs for the next train. At the base of the stairs, Kat nudged Marilyn and got her to focus on an interesting sight. On the platform stood a girl crying, apparently lost. Her long, lean, chocolate-colored heavily made-up face was streaked with tears, and her hands were entangled in her soft, perfectly coiffed hair. Her face was in line with her long lean dancers body, with curves in the right places, and dressed in the tourist uniform of running sneakers, track pants and screen-printed "New York" shirt. Marilyn walked over to the girl quickly and asked her "What’s up?"

"I-I’m lost…and I don’t know what to do…I’m so alone…," the girl sobbed out.

Marilyn grabbed both of the girl’s arms gently, pulled them down to her sides and asked calmly as possible, "Tell me what happened."

"Well…I was walking around Rockefeller Center, with my folks you know, and I went with them to get on the Subway back to the hotel, and I got caught in the crowd, and I got lost, and, and, I end up on this Subway train in the middle of nowhere," she yammered out. "Where am I, Brooklyn?"

"No, The Bronx. Don’t worry, Everything’ll be fine," Marilyn calmly answered as she instinctively drew the girl’s head to her chest and hugged it tight. "Say, what’s your name? Where are you from?"

"My name’s Sara. I’m from Alabama," she responded, calming down some as she rested on Marilyn’s bosom, and Kat reached up to hug the two of them standing there.

"So, how long have you been waiting for a train, Sara?"

"I dunno, like about 20 or so minutes."

"That’s good. That means the next train won’t be long." Marilyn stepped over to a pillar on the platform, Sara in tow, leaned against it and sat down, patiently waiting for the train. She calmly stroked her hair, giving her a peck on the cheek, while Kat returned over to the two and held them tight. The security lulled the three into a trance just as Marilyn felt the rumble of the incoming D train.

"Come on guys, get off me," Marilyn commanded. "The train’s coming!" She then pulled up Kat with her as Sara got to her feet and rushed over to the platform just in time for the train to pull in. "C’mon Sara…you need to get on this train. Don’t worry…we’re going your way," Marilyn called out.

"OK" meekly replied Sara.

The three strode into the empty subway car, with Marilyn and Kat finding their seats on a bench with Sara standing opposite the couple, still wary of such strangers willing to help in a strange city. Kat went on to nuzzle against Marilyn’s neck when Marilyn pushed her away, holding up a finger, then calling out to Sara.

"Are you OK there?"

"I-I-I don’t know…It’s just so scary here in this big city. I’m just a small town girl, you know."

Marilyn then smoothly got up and made the stride over to Sara. She got behind her, wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist, kissed on her cheek and cooed softly in her ear, "everything’s gonna be fine. Just relax into my arms." Sara did just that, laying her head back on Marilyn’s shoulder and letting her body limp in Marilyn’s arms. Seeing the girl in her arms disarmed, Marilyn bend her head down to kiss Sara’s cheek again, only to have her mind register the feel of a soft ass against her crotch. She reached up with one hand to support herself against the overhead bar, and pulled Sara to her tighter with the other hand. Not realizing that she forgot to tuck herself up, she slowly felt her cock unfurl in her panties, slowly sticking out and poking against Sara. When Marilyn let the sensation get the best of her, grinding her hard dick against Sara, Sara jumped forward and turned to Marilyn.

"Hey, what’s that you got in your pants?"

Marilyn stood and though, hesitant to answer, then came bluntly forward. "I have a dick."

"Wha?"

"I said it plain and clear. I…have…a…dick!"

"You mean to tell me you’re like one of those men on Jerry Springer?"

Marilyn responded in a somewhat annoyed tone, "well, yeah, though I’m not like one those clowns."

"Well, good point. You don’t seem a complete sissy like them. Besides, if what I felt when you were grinding against me is a clue, you’re hung like a pornstar." Sara then continued nervously "c-can I see?"

"Well, sit down where I was and you can see for yourself."

Sara walked gingerly over to the bench where Marilyn was just seating and sat down just as the train was pulling into a station.

"Let’s wait till the train pulls out of here. I wanna make sure no one else walks into this car."

"OK, Marilyn."

Just then, Kat flashed a baleful look at Marilyn, apparently sensing something was up.

‘Don’t worry Kat. I got a surprise for you later,’ Marilyn mouthed with a wink. ‘Now let’s show this girl some New York hospitality.’

As the train was pulling out of the station, Marilyn lifted her hoody and t-shirt up over her boobs to show her new found friend her feminine charms. "Just to prove I am what I appear there," Marilyn said with a smile at a bugged-eyed, gapped-mouth Sara. Pulling her shirt and hoody back down, she finished, "now for what you’ve been waiting for…"

She unzipped and unbuckled her jeans, then pulled them and her panties just enough to reach into her pants and pull out her semi-erect penis. "See?" Marilyn asked matter-of- factly.

"Wow, looks like you have a big one there hun. Bigger than one of those pornstars you see on video!"

"Do you like it?"

"Mmm…it looks delicious! I’ve always wanted to touch one of these in the flesh. Can I suck on it some? I’ve always wanted to try."

"Sure, go on ahead."

Sara took charge, grabbing the phallus held by Marilyn and bringing the tip of it to her lips. She tentatively kissed it, then opened her mouth bit by bit as she pressed the cock harder and harder against her lips. Soon, her mouth struggled to open up enough to accommodate the flaring tip entering her mouth. She gazed up lustily at the owner of that dick, watching her smile as she shuddered in pure lust. She jumped suddenly, letting the dick slip another inch into her mouth, as she felt Kat reach under her shirt and tweak a nipple through her bra. Sara felt herself drool from both sets of lips as she felt Kat's fingers gently graze up and down her torso and truly began to realize how large Marilyn’s member really was. "Damn, that’s a big girl down there!" Sara though to herself. "How could she ever hide that?" As she let Kat pull her breasts out of her bra cups, she held onto Marilyn’s dick with both hands, slowly jerking it off as she worked her magic with her tongue against the tip.

"Yeah, suck on that tip…that’s it…that feels great," Marilyn half-groaned out as she saw her own southern belle try to handle her size. She gazed down on the erotic sight of herself getting sucked on while Kat was pulling on one of Sara’s nipples and sucking on the other. She left out a moan as she felt her fellatrix shudder from the treatment she was getting. Then suddenly, she felt the cool air against her tip as Sara pulled her mouth off.

"Could I ask you a favor hun?"

"What is it?" queried Marilyn.

"Well, I don’t wanna seem like a slut and all. After all, I do have my manners. However, I think this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I don’t know how to say this?"

"Come on, tell me. I won’t get upset."

"I want to fuck you."

"Huh?"

"I mean I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man so…well- endowed. I never expected to come across a woman so endowed, but they say you only live once. So what do you say?"

Marilyn stood there, cock dangling thinking about it. "I don’t know about this. However, she seems like she isn’t a slut carrying who knows what," she thought to herself. "Plus, I have that surprise for Kat. However, if I exhibit enough self-control, and if she is as hot for me as she looks, I can pull it off."

"Sure! Pull down those sweat pants down to your knees, put your feet up on the bench, and we can do this."

"OK."

As Sara did as asked, Marilyn got down on her knees, stroking herself to maintain an erection. As she lined herself up with Sara’s pussy, she noticed that the lips were glistening in the dull light.

"I see you shave there. Damn, those lips look juicy," Marilyn remarked.

"Yeah, yeah, I dance and where tight leotards, so I shave so my hair doesn’t show. NOW FUCK ME!"

"Your wish is my command M’lady."

Marilyn grabbed onto Sara’s hip with one hand, her dick with the other and slowly slipped herself inside the tight velvet vise of her pussy, her inflamed clit grazing the top of her cock. Marilyn took her other hand, placed it on her other hip and slowly slipped as much of herself as she could inside Sara while Kat sucked on Sara’s nipples through her T-shirt. She felt Sara shudder underneath her hands and heard her cry out in pure lust until Kat’s mouth muffled her in a kiss. When Kat finished kissing Sara, Marilyn asked simply, "are you ready to fuck?"

"WHAT? I JUST CAME THAT HARD AND YOU JUST STARTED?! FUCK ME MOTHERFUCKER!"

"I think that’s a yes."

Marilyn then took note of the fact that the train had just pulled out of 125th Street station. "Hmm…10 minutes of uninterrupted fucking. Perfect," she thought to herself. 

Sara concentrated through slitted eyes on the massive hardness that felt like it was in her chest. She felt it move in and out of her with a smooth and regular precision, grinding her pussy and touching spots she had never felt before. The sensation of her clit actually pressing against a huge, hard dick drove her wild with pleasure, sparking bursts of pleasure with each pump of it. In this midst of this halcyon of sex, she somehow managed to feel a mouth sucking on her breasts hard and a tongue flicking across the tip of the nipple. One well-timed touch of that tongue triggered a wave so powerful that it didn’t just run over her, it crashed her mind, drowning it into an abyss of pleasure.

Marilyn continued fucking Sara, looking dumbstruck that she had passed out during sex shaking like a twig. "Damn," Marilyn thought to herself. "Apparently, she wasn’t kidding about this being a lifetime experience." Knowing that the long express run of the train was about to close, she gave Sara a few more pumps before easing herself out the twitching, limp body and tucking her dick down one of her legs. She gently rubbed Sara’s clit between her fingers a bit before taking the waste of her pants down from her knees and pulling it back over her hips. She reached up to Sara, shaking her and saying "Hey, Wake up!"

"What happened?" Sara said in a haze.

"You came. Repeatedly and powerfully."

"Wow. That was the best feeling I’ve felt in my life."

"Thanks."

"By the way, did you cum? I don’t like to leave the gentle…er, lady unsatisfied."

"Don’t sweat it. It’s a pleasure. Just calm yourself down. Now, Rockefeller Center is the stop after this. Where are you headed off to?"

"42nd Street. I’m staying at the Marquis." "Ah, the Deuce. It’s just a stop past Rockefeller Center."

"Thanks for the directions, hun. Thanks for staying with me. And thank you for the fuck of my life. My friends won’t believe me, but who cares! It’s been a pleasure, doll."

"No prob," Marilyn said as she gave a kiss on Sara’s cheek. She replaced the wallet and keys that fell out of Sara’s pants and stood up to grip the railing for the rest of the short ride. Finally, she had a glance to take a good look at Sara’s glowing face and appreciate it for what it was.

"You know you have a pretty face, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for the compliment," Sara giggled out. "Kinda strange of you to say that after you just fucked me silly."

"True. Then again, fucking complete strangers isn’t an everyday thing of mine. Look, our stop’s coming up. Let’s get going."

Marilyn helped up Kat from the bench, then held her hand as the three stepped off the train. "I reckon you know where you’re going from here, right?" asked Marilyn.

"Sure, hun," replied Sara. "I remember this station. Thanks for everything. You’ve definitely made this a memorable trip!" she finished giggling as she walked down the platform to the stairs.

"It’s been a pleasure. Enjoy the rest of your stay!"

"I will…but not as much as that ride I just had," Sara replied with a wink.

Marilyn and Kat then walked the opposite direction of Sara, beginning the long walk down the corridor to the 7 train. The walk down the deserted way was ordinary until Marilyn grabbed Kat’s head, then turned Kat’s face to hers.

"Remember what we always IM each about," Marilyn screamed out to Kat. Kat replied with a look of confusion. "You know, about your fantasy," Marilyn lip-synched to Kat. "Well, think about it. You’re gonna get it when we get on this next train."

"I wonder what it is going to be," Kat thought to herself. "I know I’m always mentioning stuff to Marilyn, but I don’t know which one she’s thinking about." Then it hit Kat like a ton of bricks as she walked down the stairs to the 7 train platform. "No. It can’t be. Well, maybe. It would explain why she didn’t cum when she fucked that stranger. No way. But…"

Her train of thought was interrupted by the rumble of the incoming train under her feet and the flash of the bright red train in front of her face. Holding onto Marilyn’s hand, she stepped into the train car with the flickering lights and sat down next to Marilyn, her pussy lubricating in anticipation As she felt the train began to move, she felt Marilyn tugging up on her hand, pulling her to her feet. She turned her head back to Marilyn, then read Marilyn’s lips as saying "take off your panties." Kat looks back her lover with a sense of bewilderment, then reached under her skirt to pull off her plain baby-blue panties and placed them on the train bench next to Marilyn. "Damn, I’m wet," thought Kat. "Those panties feel as if I peed in them." She then saw Marilyn grab her hips and lift her onto the bench so that her legs straddled Marilyn’s. To keep her balance, she reached up to grab onto the handles arrayed above her head on the ceiling. She then looked down at Marilyn, anticipating what her lover had to say next.

"Remember when you told me…," Marilyn mouthed as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. 




Marilyn: Going Your Way



"…that your biggest fantasy…," she continued mouthing as she pulled her dick from out of her jeans’ leg and into her panties.

"…is to be pregnant with somebody’s baby, especially mine?" she finished as she pulled her hard dick and balls out of her panties, holding the dick up with both hands. "Well, here’s your surprise."

Kat moaned out loudly as her mind registered what was about to happen, and her pussy began to cream heavily, dripping juices down her thighs. When her right hand slipped off the handle, her hip was grabbed by Marilyn, and she was slowly lowered down towards Marilyn’s cock, the shaft disappearing inch by inch under her skirt. When she felt the tip brush against her clit, she nearly came right then. When her tip just started to slip inside of her, she shuddered against the electric sensation and began to cum just as the lights flickered out in the subway car.

Marilyn saw Kat’s other hand slip off the handle as Kat was shaking in orgasm. Lit by the low tunnel light permeating into the car, she saw Kat’s outline shaking wildly against her tip, generating delicious sensations on her tip. "Oh, this is so beautiful," she whispered out to no one in particular. "This feels incredible," she continued, blinking back tears as the subway car lights popped back on. She wanted to badly to reach up and kiss Kat like there was no tomorrow. However, Kat’s head was too high for her to reach. She bit gently on her lower lip as she started lightly humping up at Kat while pulling her down on her dick with her hands, slowly lowering Kat and inserting herself into her juicy, velvet vise. She bit her lips harder and bugged out her eyes, struggling to maintain that grip on self-control that prevented her from jackhammering herself into Kat until she was literally split in two. Inch by delicious inch, she lowered Kat until she was a little more than halfway down her cock, Kat’s face hovering deliciously close to hers and covered in pure lust. Marilyn reached up her lips and kissed her lover hard, forcing her tongue deep into her mouth as she humped up into Kat’s pussy in short, stabbing strokes. She wrapped her fingers through Kat’s hair, pulling her lips tighter to Kat’s, as she felt Kat maul her tits through her hoody. She let loose of Kat just enough so Kat could reach under her hoody and t-shirt and play with the unencumbered nipples as the moonlight streamed through the now-elevated train. She let her head fall back against the wall as the twin sensations of having her nipples played with and her cock slipping deeper into Kat made her smile wide with pleasure. Marilyn pulled up her hoody and t-shirt to give Kat free access to her boobs as she humped deep into Kat, trying to savor every single moment of this fuck. "Ooh, this feels so…oooh…incredible," she gasped out.

Just then, the 7 train rolled into another station, and an elderly man stepped onto the train to see a sight that utterly shocked him. He saw Marilyn, her face in utter rapture, laying her head back against the wall as Kat sucked on her titties. When Kat hit a sensitive spot, he saw Marilyn fuck harder into Kat’s tiny pussy. He fished in his coat pocket for his prescription medicine, blurting out, "no side effects MY ASS! Now where’s my cell phone so I can call the pharmacist" before moving on to change cars.

"Yeah, Kat, suck on my titties! You know how sensitive they are! You really want me to cum deep in your pussy, don’t you? Oooh…"

"You damn right," Kat thought to herself as she screamed out loud in pleasure. She knew from experience that nipple play was one sure way to get Marilyn off, and from she swelling and flexing she felt Marilyn’s penis doing in her honeypot, she was well on her way to getting her wish. As she raised up and placed her palms over Marilyn’s nips, she let her mind swim in the sensations Marilyn was creating in her pussy, her clit brushing against her cock. As she pressed her hands against Marilyn’s enflamed nipples, she felt Marilyn get another burst on energy in her hips, stimulating her clit even more. "Oh yeah…she’s really gonna cum inside of me…she’s gonna give me a baby…growing inside of me…," she thought to herself. The very thought of that, combined with Marilyn’s prolonged clit stimulation sent her headlong into another orgasm, with her screaming and falling back into an ocean of pleasure.

Marilyn held onto Kat as she fell back shaking in orgasm. She slowed down her fucking, letting Kat ride out her orgasm in her hands and place delicious sensations all over her dick. "Yeah, that feels so good," she groaned out. When she felt Kat’s orgasm subside, she pulled Kat upright and looked in her eye. "You know your surprise? It’s almost ready," she mouthed to Kat. "You gotta help me get it for you though, OK?" With that, she began pile driving her dick deep into Kat, forcing her hard onto it by pulling in her hips. 

"God, this is so tight….yeah…" 

She felt Kat’s pussy suddenly start squeezing all over her cock, driving her closer to her orgasm.

"Oh yeah, Kat, work it baby…I’m almost there, I’m almost there, I’MMAAAAHHH!!"

Marilyn pulled Kat hard on her dick and held her there as she felt herself release deep inside Kat’s fertile womb.

"AHHH YES!! HERE IT COMES KAT!! TAKE ALL YOU WANT BABY!!"

She hugged Kat tight to her as she continued to plant her seed deep inside Kat, triggering another orgasm from Kat. They lay there on the train as it chugged through the apartment buildings in the Queens night. Wedded in bliss, they let their twin orgasms release onto each other, with Marilyn’s cum all soaking Kat’s pussy and Kat’s juices soaking Marilyn’s jeans. When the couple finally came to, Marilyn opened her eyes with a start, realizing that they were just a few stops from Kat’s house. Still on an orgasmic high, she lifted Kat’s head, looked into her eyes and mouthed, "there’s your gift. I hope you like it. " She then smiled contently at Kat.

Kat smiled back, then mumbled back one simple phrase. "Thank you."



Marilyn Marilyn



Where to start? I know, they always say that you should start at the beginning, but I can't find it. Everything seems connected, and that makes beginnings and endings lost in time. Probably it's me. I'm having some trouble with what's really going on. Most of the time I'm sure, and then something happens to make me wonder. Here's a silly example; I know I paid the phone and cable bills, but I got a letter this morning saying they were cutting them off. I'll have to look into that.

I understand the thing with Marilyn much better now. Dr. Lowe says that I got carried away because of what she meant to me as a boy. I can see that. She was more than a sister to me and I remember all the little things she did for me. She hardly ever called me Richard. It was usually Baby Boy, Ike, or Ikes, mostly because I loved ice cream. Anytime I asked her for it, she would give it to me. So I would only have to say, 'Ikee' which was my kid language name for it, and she would get it for me. That was my Marilyn, my Mal. But that was long ago and it might as well have been in the storied galaxy that's far away, because my world has changed. Up to that point, everything in my universe had been because of Mal. 

The short story about my father is that he left us when I was two and Mal was almost ten, I think. I got different stories along the way, but it seems that he left to be with someone who used to work for him. We didn't talk about him in the house, and I'd only seen the few pictures of him that Mal and I had hidden from my mother. Mom had torn every other one up in the rage that followed his exit from our lives. I could see that he was handsome as he stood by my mother. She was all dressed up and made up. She looked beautiful. To me, Mal is a dirty blonde version of the busty dark haired woman in the photograph. Mal got the body too.

I guess I was angry with my mother when she was away so much for those years. I was such a momma's boy. I wanted to be with her all the time. When I complained to Marilyn, she always reminded me how hard mom worked and that she loved us. I knew that she worked two jobs to keep our family afloat, but as a kid I was beyond understanding why my mother wasn't there for me. My consolation was that I had Mal, who was more than a mother to me.

I never knew a time when she wasn't there, in my room, with her arm around me or walking with me to school, or listening to me when my little life was in turmoil. Dr. Lowe said that I needed Mal to get through a very difficult time. He was right about that. No matter how many kids I hung out with, I never had a better friend than Mal. So it isn't unexpected that I loved her. I don't even think it's unexpected that I had a crush on her. But as I got older, it became more. I was pretty confused. Dr. Lowe said it was okay to have feelings about Mal. 

I did go out a lot in high school and it was really because of Marilyn that I got so many dates. She had taught me what it is that women like and don't like, physically and emotionally. I learned how to act, how to talk, and how to listen. It was all matter of fact with her. She always said that people make too big a commotion about sex, "Just do it and have fun," she said. I remember when she first developed, and I told her how great she looked. She said, "They're just tits." But they weren't. 

Not satisfied with the girls I was seeing, at nineteen, I went out with a woman that was twenty five. I liked that better, and I learned even more. It didn't work out though because after a few months she said, "I have fun with you Richard, but you're just too strange. I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't argue with her. I never fell in love with any of those women and I never felt the excitement I felt when I thought about Marilyn.

Besides ice cream, my sister and I shared a love of the blues. We got it from listening to all of mom's records. I probably learned to play blues guitar to impress her and mom. When they listened to me, they acted as if Clapton was playing, but I was only good enough to fool people who don't know the difference between good and great.

When I started getting hung up on Mal, I often thought of the Al Jackson song called, "Drowning on Dry Land." It tells the story of a dog that was crossing a railroad track when a train came by and cut off part of his tail. He stopped to look back, and then lost his head over that tail. I wondered if that was what I was doing, or if there was more to my feelings than a 'Piece of tail.' 

I decided that it had to be deeper than that because I'd had other women, but they weren't enough. I didn't have to fake the blues, I had them. One song says that the blues are nothing but having your lover on your mind. And Mal was always on my mind. When I thought about her legs in a skirt, my imagination took over where my eyes had to stop. I could almost feel the tender skin of her thighs that would lead to her bare pussy. She would be wet and I would taste her and lick her, and ...oh fuck. That's how I got myself whacked out. One night at a bar, I actually ordered one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.

It seemed hopeless, that is, until I got this strange thought in the middle of the night, 'Maybe it wasn't hopeless.' It was more a revelation than a thought. I laughed at myself. Of course I loved Marilyn. It was her all along, and things like that happen in families. I'd read enough stories about guys getting hung up on their sisters and their mothers. I was sure it really happened to other people. So why couldn't it happen to me? Dr. Lowe said that it's okay to make up fantasies, so I imagined how it would happen. I wanted it to be right so I was very sweet to her and told her how beautiful she was. 

That's when it happened. I told Marilyn what I was feeling. When I finished she said, "Wow, I guess I sort of felt that something was going on with you, but I didn't think it was me. I'm not sure what to think about all this."

I said, "Do you think I'm terrible for feeling this way?"

She said, "Of course not baby; I guess I'm kind of flattered that you want me." 

I said, "Do I turn you off Marilyn?"

She said, "No Richie...it kind of makes me excited. That's probably not the best reaction I could have in this situation."

I said, "I can't imagine anything better." I moved slowly to kiss her, waiting to see her reaction. She closed her eyes as I approached and parted her lips...sweet soft lips that allowed mine to caress hers. She threaded her fingers through the hair and held the back of my head as our tongues met and gently played, as if they were well acquainted friends.

She stopped the kiss and said, "Wow..." She caught he breath and said, "Richie, give me some time to think about this...then maybe we can talk...okay baby?"

I wanted her so badly, right then, right there, but all I could say was, "Sure." I waited for the talk, but it never came. As each day passed I could see her looking at me differently. I wasn't sure what it all meant, but she smiled at me differently. The waiting and uncertainty got to me, so one night I went to her and said, "I need you Marilyn. You said, we would talk about it."

And she said, "Yes sweetheart, I know. I've been thinking about it so much, and I know I must be crazy, but I keep coming up with the same answer. I want you too Richie. Come to my bed love." I went with her and she took off her clothes while smiling into my eyes. I watched as each part of her that I'd never seen was bared. It was almost too much to take in at one. My eyes went from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, trying to see, appreciate, and remember at the same time. She laughed as I stared and she said, "Well, now you."

I kept looking at her smooth creamy skin that was punctuated by a rosy tint at her nipples and vagina and quickly took off my clothes. She said, "That's good baby...and that's even better," as she reached for my hardened cock. It jumped in her hand as if it were reaching for the ceiling. She pointed to her pussy and said, "Touch me here." We kissed as we stood and held each other. 

And then, after kissing her for a long time, we both couldn't wait any longer. She was on the bed spreading her legs and I didn't want to think too much about who was waiting for me to make love to her. Within seconds I was inside her pussy. I couldn't imagine a better place to be. I buried my shaft inside her as far as I could go and then stopped to hear her sweet sigh, and feel the sensations of relief and pleasure being inside her sex. 

I held her hips and moved the way lovers have done for eons, sliding in and out of her to increase our excitement. From the sounds she made, she was enjoying it as much as I was. I was taking her and she was glad. She said, "Yes, Richie, that's so good...so good inside me...don't stop baby boy, don't stop." Again and again I heard the words of lovers that only serve to say what can't be put into words. Nobody wants to stop. Nobody wants to ever stop. 

I pressed into her wet hole pausing at the end of the stroke to feel her hips gyrate and move me inside her as her excitement built, and so did mine. I said, "I love you Marilyn," and I bent to kiss her while continuing to push in and out of her.

She said, "Yes, love me Richie, be my love, yes...yes." I didn't think I should come inside her so I pulled out. I went down on her and took her clit between my lips and sucked on it. The effect of my tongue on her swollen nub was immediate. Before I really got started, she gave a long high pitched sigh and came. She must have come again because as she slowed down, I kept sucking and then she cried out, "OH, OH, OHHHhhhhh...."When she was done she said, "Oh love...that was good...oh sweetheart." When she caught her breath, she said, "Now you."

She started fisting my dick and bent over to suck on the knob. She stopped long enough to smile at me and say, "Mmm...I like the way you taste." Then she laughed and said, "I think I'm tasting me too." 

Meanwhile she was stroking the full length of my shaft and I stiffened when I realized I was about to come. I said, "MARILYN..." and the first stream flew."

She looked astounded, watching, with her mouth open as I came. She had never seen me come before and she said, "OH, MY, GOD." It sounded like three sentences. I have to say I was sort of shocked myself the first time I saw myself come. I was alone in the shower and had been building up to it all day. I shot all the way to the wall. I got a little concerned when the white streams didn't seem to stop. For a long time I thought that was how everyone came. 

When I got older and saw women's reactions, I knew it wasn't ordinary. Actually, for a while I used it, telling the girls that I slept with that it had never happened to me before, and that it must have been because they turned me on so much, and they were so hot. They liked that. 

I told Dr. Lowe what happened with me and Marilyn and he said that it couldn't have because my sister got married when I was fourteen and moved with her husband to England. He says I think my fantasies are real. How can you tell the difference? I didn't explain it to him. I didn't tell him that her sweet smell is still in my bed. 

We made love lots of times after that. I liked the way she came to me in the middle of the night. I was so sleepy and she was so warm when she came under the cover and put her body against mine. Her nipples were hard and she liked it when I sucked on them. I could touch all of her in the dark while we kissed. I put my fingers inside her and she held me in her fist while I did it. 

When we were young, Mal always liked to play games and we would always make believe that we were different people. I still like games now, but I didn't tell Dr. Lowe this because Marilyn said I shouldn't. She said he wouldn't understand our 'Family Game.' That's when she wants me to call her 'Mom.' That's when we do our special things.

I remember the first time we played and Marilyn said that she was going to make me feel so good that I would hardly be able to stand it. She was right. As soon as I said, "I love you mom," she started breathing hard. 

She said, "Yes baby boy, momma loves you too, and I'm going to show you how much." She made me lie back on the bed and took off my pants. And then my cock was in her mouth. It was slow. She wrapped her lips around the spongy head and then moved up the shaft. It was maddeningly slow. It was maddeningly good. 

I was hard, but everything about the way she was doing me was soft. Soft, wet, warm, mouth...soft lips gently gliding, almost kissing her way up and down my cock...soft tongue gently licking and lapping. I had the urge to piston my rod in and out of her mouth, but when I started to, she held my hips still to get me to stop. I let her do what she wanted. She took a lot of me into her mouth and deliberately drew back along each inch. When she reached the knob, she sucked hard three or four times before retuning her lips to the journey along my shaft. She knew how to kill me softly.

When she stopped, it was to open her mouth wide and take me into her throat. It was a new experience for me and what she was doing seemed impossible. Even that, she was able to do slowly. I was surprised at the feeling as my cock went down her throat. I watched as I disappeared into her mouth. When she had almost all of me, she closed her lips tight and pulled back, drawing her wet mouth along my full length. I watched as the rod emerged, slowly. My cock looked longer than it ever had when she finally reached the head and sucked on it. 

She never sped up, even when I started to come. She never jerked me. She just kept sucking, relentlessly. I grabbed her shoulder and all I could say was "MOM..." as my orgasm hit. The intensity took me by surprise and I flexed my hips back and some of my cum splashed on her mouth and chin. She took me back and continued sucking. It was fierce and powerful. I kept releasing into Marilyn's mouth calling out to her, "OH MOM, OH Mom, oh mom..." I was aware of what was happening to me and out of control at the same time.

I could hear Marilyn saying, "I'm here, mom's here..." between her sucking. I had the urgency to speed it up but she held my hips again and made the orgasm continue at an excruciating pace. I poured my juice into her mouth and she lovingly accepted it. It was as much a loving experience as sexual one. I was filled with pleasure, because as I came in Marilyn's mouth, I knew that she loved me.

Lately I've been thinking that maybe I shouldn't go to Dr Lowe any more. He say's that if I don't tell him what's going on, he can't help me. But when I tell him, he say's it didn't happen. I did tell him that last night, Marilyn and I made love all night long. I gave him all the details so he would know I wasn't making it up. I told him how excited I was because she said I could do whatever I wanted to make us feel good, and that I could come inside her whenever we played the Family Game. 

First I made her dress up like that picture. She wore the black dress and made up her eyes with mascara that makes her look so sexy. I knew what she had on under the dress so I could hardly wait to get it off her. She had put on the special panties and bra that I like. It's the black one with pattern of flowers in the nylon. I like that it's sheer enough to show her nipples and her pussy. Even the black stockings matched with those see-through flowers in a band around her creamy thighs. 

When we kissed, Marilyn said, "Do you love your momma baby boy?" 

I said, "I love you more than anything mom." 

After her dress came off she said, "Do you want your momma baby boy?"

I said, "Yes, I do mom." I took off my jeans and she could see how hard I was for her. 

She said, "Yes, come show me how much you love me." She took off her panties and opened her legs to receive me. My cock was almost bowed with excitement as I brought it to the entrance of her pussy. The first entry was sweet the way it always was and we both sighed with the first long strokes that penetrated in and out of her wet channel.

I felt that I knew how she felt, but it still excited me to hear her say, "You're so good for me Richie, so good inside me." With my cock inside her, I felt as if we completed a puzzle. We fit. None of the details mattered, because I filled her and she held me so perfectly that I could feel each inch as it penetrated her. I guess that most people would call my having sex with Marilyn an abnormal act. At that moment, being inside her pussy was the most natural thing I could imagine, and the purest pleasure I'd ever experienced. We're all waiting for that special person, and mine was in bed with me. 

As we moved together I could feel my orgasm building. She told me I didn't have to wear a condom because she wanted to feel me coming inside her. She said she wanted me to fill her with my seed. It made me even harder as I penetrated into her pussy. She arched up high and said, "I'm coming baby, mommy's coming, OHHhhhhh..." I stroked as hard and fast as I could and when I started to shoot into her she said, "Yes baby, I can feel you, yes, yes..." She was very quiet for a long time and held me tight. She was crying a little when she said, "You make me so happy baby."

In the morning, when I woke up she was smiling at me. She said, "You did so good last night baby, I can still feel you inside my pussy. She stroked me until I got hard. She kissed the head of my cock and said, "That's beautiful." She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and said, "God, you are thick." She kissed the head again before she straddled me. Her tits were warm in my hands. At first she moved up and down on my shaft and then she stopped, only using her hips to move me in and out of her. She smiled down on me and said, "I am so in love with you. Do you love me too Richie?'

I said, "Of course I love you, I've always loved you." She smiled and began raising and lowering herself on me. I said, "That feels so good." 

She started moving faster and said, "Call me mom honey; tell mommy how she makes you feel."

I pushed up into her to meet her descent and she moaned as I said, "Nobody ever made me feel like you do mom...I love this, nothing is better than being inside you mom." I took her tits in my hands and fondled them and then massaged them through my fingers as I got more excited. 

I pulled on her nipples and shoved myself as far up her as I could go and she said, "Ooohhh yes...fuck yes...that's good, that's my good boy...yes, yes, yes..." We continued until I felt she was about to come and then I turned her and stayed inside her, holding her, not letting her move. She said, "OH, do it honey."

I came out of her and turned her over. I knew she liked it doggy style because I went inside her the deepest that way. She raised her ass widening her stance by opening her knees. She was soaked as I entered her pussy. And she kept saying, "Do it baby boy, do it, do it to mommy." I drove into her pussy and she responded happily with a voice that smiled, "Yes, yes, yes..." she said, "This is what we do for each other, isn't it baby, isn't it?"

I said, "Yes Marilyn, yes love..." Harder and deeper with each stroke we both approached the brink. I crossed before her, and with the first cord of semen I called, "MARILYN..." 

She said, "Yes baby momma's here, come, come inside me, AAAhhhh...yes baby, come with me, Ohhh yes, Ohhh yes, ohhhhh..." Her voice had a whimper in it as we finished and my slippery coated shaft continued stroking her until we both collapsed on the bed.

She said, "Am I enough for you baby, do you need anybody else?"

I said, "No Marilyn, only you. You're the one I want; I've left everyone else behind...and talking about behind, you've got a great one. She laughed as I took one of the round globes in my hand and squeezed it hard enough to make her squeal and laugh even more." 




Marilyn Marilyn



She stopped laughing as I kissed her and massaged her ass and then put a finger on her pucker and began to tease it. I said, "You're mine now mom, aren't you? You belong to me." 

When she answered with, "Yes Richie, you can do anything you want to me," I took that to have a very specific meaning. I knew I was right when I turned her and she raised her ass in the air and she said, "Yes, yes, yes." I put my cock into her pussy to wet it. I pulled out and put the shiny swollen knob on her small hole and pushed. I heard her make a low and guttural moan of pleasure. 

And when I penetrated deep into the grasping tight channel, I knew what sex was about for me. It was about love. I was filled with it as much as she was filled with me. And the first thing that she said as I completed my entry into her was, "I love you Richie."

And with each stroke that stretched and took her, all she kept repeating was, "I love you." And I loved her in a way went beyond the sex, the words, and the act of lovers who had only a need for each other to be completed. She said, "I'm yours sweetheart. This is what I always wanted, to belong to someone like this. You're filling me so good baby, yes, yes, do it to me like that, like that." I penetrated her tight hole over and over as she squeezed the length of my cock with a firm massage. I knew she was the one I always wanted. 

I said, "You're my Marilyn and I'm always going to love you like this."

She said, "Yes baby, I've always been your Marilyn, and now that we have each other like this, I'm glad, and I'm so proud of my boy." And before I'm enveloped in her body and all the sensations it brings, I wonder if I should tell Dr. Lowe that my mother's name is also Marilyn."



Marilynn's Love



In a word, WOW! That pretty much describes my life over the past two weeks. It is very funny how life causes chaos out of the order that we accomplish for ourselves. I am thirty-eight in another month here, still young enough to enjoy life, and I have spent those thirty-plus years creating an organized, smooth-running life for myself, and my daughter, Marilynn. Marilynn is the center of my world, my only reason for living since her mother passed away over three years ago. Marilynn entered my life when I was only seventeen and her mother, Angie was 16. We were a couple of dumb kids, I can admit that. However, Marilynn was more than worth all of the stupidity.

Anyway, two weeks ago tomorrow, Marilynn was enjoying the overly warm weather that we have had this year in Michigan. She was decked out in a string bikini, a smile, and not much else. I was cleaning up the yard as she laid out to work on her tan. She just turned 20 in April, and her brown hair trails down to the center of her back in a very wavy manner that accents her very nice young body. 

As I was watching her, I couldn't help but notice how much she looks like her mother and I enjoyed letting my imagination run free for a little while. Something that I haven't done since Angie died from cancer. I allowed my eyes to travel along the curves of Marilynn's legs and across her sexy ass, noticing the small size of her waist and then taking the time to mentally cup her breasts in my hands and guess that they have grown into around a 34C. Suddenly I realized where I was, and that this wasn't my sweet Angie, but my very own daughter!!

I quickly started working on the lawn again, trying not to think the thoughts that I had been thinking, and trying not to notice that my imagination managed to get my 7 inch constant companion up and ready for action!! After about five or so minutes of trying to wait for the "swelling" to go down, I decided to take matters into my own hands and walked the long way around our three bedroom, light blue house in this very small town, and going into my bedroom. 

As soon as I was in my small, brown paneled room, I fell onto the king sized water bed. After a couple of minutes, my mind and my hand began to wander and I started fantasizing about Angie, running my hand down inside my Bermuda shorts to stroke my cock ever so slowly. Thinking of Angie and I making love, I pushed my shorts down under my balls so I could enjoy the full length strokes that I had moved up to. Suddenly, my bedroom door came open and Marilynn was standing there looking straight at my hard cock, which was softening because of the shock of being interrupted.

Marilynn quickly apologized and ran down the hall to her room, I heard her bedroom door slam shut and couldn't figure out exactly what I should or even could do! I decided to approach this like the adults that we are, I pulled my clothes back into place and started walking down the hall to her room when the phone rang in the living room. I turned around and went to answer the phone, regretting it and being thankful for being "saved by the bell", so to speak. After spending about 2 or 3 minutes on the phone with my brother and telling him I really didn't care if he borrowed some DVDs this weekend, I started out back down the hall to talk to my Marilynn. As I reached the door and got ready to knock, I heard Marilynn's heavy breathing and the unmistakable sounds of passion and a bed creaking. I know I shouldn't have listened in, but with all the other confusion going on that day over the timespan of less than an hour, I just couldn't help myself from eavesdropping a little.

"Oh Daddy. Yes, touch me there. Yes, I loved seeing your cock, I love you! I need your cock so bad! I don't want anyone else, just let me touch it, kiss it oh yes, right there." I could hear Marilynn's moans and cries of pleasure. I wasn't quite sure what to do, again! I started to turn back down the hall to finish my yard work and I didn't realize just how close I was to her door and my hand hit the doorknob. I quickly rushed down the hall so that I wouldn't look like some sick pervert listening in on my own daughter masturbating. "Daddy?! Can I talk to you for a minute please?? You always told me that I could talk to you about anything!"

Turning around, I could tell that she had been doing something because her hair was just a little messed, and her bikini bottoms were a little crooked. I walked back down the hall as she walked into her bedroom. I followed her into her room and she moved around me to close the door and I could hear her as she latched the lock. Looking around the room, I couldn't help but notice that her bedspread had some wrinkles in it where she must have been laying only moments before. Marilynn walked by me and sat on the edge of her bed. I started to explain that masturbation was a healthy, normal thing and that I was sorry for not locking my bedroom door, but that since her mother had died, I hadn't found anyone to share my bed with, and then she interrupted me by standing up and putting a finger to my lips. A thought ran across my mind wondering if that was the finger that she had been using to bring herself pleasure.

Marilynn pushed me until I was sitting on the edge of her bed and then smiled at me. Reaching back, she untied her bikini top and took it off, revealing those beautiful breasts that I had been admiring earlier. She then dropped her bottoms, licking her lips like a child that wasn't sure if their parent would be proud or disappointed. "Daddy, I want to make love to you. Before you start talking about it being wrong or sick, I want you to understand. I love you, I have always loved you. I am an adult now, twenty years old, not a child! I know what I want, and I do know what I feel. I am in my second year of collage, and you haven't been with anyone since mom died, except me, and now I think it is time to take this to the next logical level. O.K., Daddy, say whatever you have to say now, I just wanted to make sure I got the chance to say what I feel."

I looked at her, I mean really looked at her like a man looks at a naked woman. I noticed her small nipples atop her firm creamy breasts. I noticed that she keeps all of her hair shaved off of her pussy. I even noticed that she had a small birthmark on her hip, in the same spot as mine. I didn't know of this woman in front of me, I only knew of my daughter that was no longer here. I stood up and moved to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her on the cheek. She then turned her head and kissed me on the lips, her tongue sliding between my lips to dance gently with my tongue. I know that in my head my mind was screaming that this was wrong, that she was my daughter, but the only thing that those protests did was cause my cock to grow even harder then I could ever remember it being. I moved her to fall down on the bed and kissed my way down to her breasts, sucking each one for a little while, before I lowered my head to her sweet, bald pussy. As soon as my mouth made contact with her sex, Marilynn let loose with a loud moan and her pussy let loose with a gush of liquid.

"Daddy, I have to have your cock, I need it, let me have you inside me. In my pussy, or my mouth, I don't care, just let me have it!" Marilynn grabbed at my shoulders and pulled me, so I went in the direction that she wanted. She reached between us and guided my hardness into her wet, tight pussy. Almost as soon as I was fully inside her velvet softness, I couldn't hold back and I came. Years of pent up frustration shot out of me filling my beautiful daughter's pussy. Judging by the way that she was scratching my back, I knew that she was cumming with me.

After we both calmed down a bit, I pulled out of Marilynn's pussy and was quite confused to discover that my cock was still very hard and throbbing. Marilynn took full advantage of my surprise by moving herself on top of me, taking my cock into her mouth and shoving her pussy into my face. At first I was somewhat reluctant to lick my own cum from my daughter's sweet hole, but then I realized that I was breaking many of my former limits today, why stop now? I placed my mouth right over her smooth lips and began to suck my jism from her love canal, swallowing as I did so. Soon I had Marilynn cumming into my mouth and she doubled her efforts to get me to cum in her lovely mouth. I came almost as hard as the first time, only this time, Marilynn showed me her love for me by swallowing some of my cum, and then stroking my cock onto her face! She then turned around to face me and started kissing me passionately, letting me clean my cum off of her face and breasts before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Now, if you recall, I told you it had been a couple of interesting weeks. First comes the chaos of Marilynn and I becoming intimate, and from that point we started sleeping together in my bed, then a little over a week later, more chaos in the form of Steve.

Steve and Marilynn went to high school together, and then went into college together. They weren't a dating couple, just long time friends, or at least that was what I thought for the past few years, however, I found out differently and couldn't be happier. Just one week and one day after Marilynn and I consummated our love for one another, Steve came over for dinner with Marilynn and I. During dinner, Marilynn kept teasing me with little looks and quick feels under the table. I thought that she was out of her mind, because although we had accepted our love, we weren't about to advertise it to the entire community.

As I was cleaning up after dinner, Marilynn came into the kitchen and asked if she could help me clean up. I told her to go and entertain her guest, I could clean up. Then she asked me if she could have desert, I told her that I thought that we had some ice cream in the freezer, but instead she dropped to her knees in front of me and began rubbing my cock through my jeans. I told her to wait until later and I promised that she could be in complete control of our lovemaking that evening.

After I finished doing the dishes, I walked out into the living room and couldn't believe my eyes! There, right in the middle of the living room was my daughter naked and her friend Steve down to his white brief underwear! I stood there, making indistinguishing noises until Marilynn came over and kissed me deeply and explained that her and Steve have been an item for the last two years. Now she wanted her men to understand that she was deeply in love with both of us, even if it is in different ways!

I allowed myself to be led into the middle of the room, then was only half aware of the four hands removing my clothes. I turned to Marilynn, and she kissed me deeply telling me again that she loved me. After all three of us were naked, Marilynn took each of our cocks in her hand and started stroking both Steve and myself off. Telling Steve that she wanted his cock in her pussy, Marilynn took my manhood into her mouth.

After she allowed me to fuck her pretty mouth for a while, and I got used to sharing my loving daughter with another man, Marilynn slid my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at Steve's mouth. Steve didn't even blink as he slid his mouth over my hardness. During my first blowjob from another man, my sexy child moved between my legs to lick at my asshole while fucking Steve and having Steve suck my cock down his throat. I warned that I was about to loose control of my load and Marilynn slid two fingers into my ass and Steve began to suck even harder! I came so hard that I couldn't stay standing and slid to the floor, turning my head, I found myself in a deep kiss with lots of tongue and a familiar taste. 

As I broke from the kiss, I discovered that it had been Steve kissing me, not Marilynn. I watched the two of them fucking in a missionary style for a while, kissing first one, then the other, and sucking on any one of the four available nipples. Marilynn stopped Steve and moved onto her hands and knees, and let Steve enter her from the rear. I climbed under her and started sucking on her clit and watching his cock slide in and out. Meanwhile, Marilynn started sucking my cock back to life. 

As soon as my cock was fully hard again, Marilynn asked me if I meant what I said earlier about her having total control of our lovemaking. I laughed and said of course, and she pulled me into her pussy and Steve moved to where she could suck on his cock. Seeing My daughter smile at me around a hard cock pumping into her mouth was very exciting, but when she stopped sucking him and pushed his hard, large tool towards my mouth, I almost put a stop to all of the fun, instead I watched Marilynn licking his scrotum as he began fucking my mouth. I could feel and taste the salty juice that was coming from him, and just as I was really starting to enjoy sucking cock, Marilynn changed our positions again!

I was deep into my very own dear daughter's tight pussy and then I felt Steve sliding his cock between my ass cheeks. I looked at Marilynn and told her that I wasn't too sure about this when suddenly he was inside me! At first, it hurt like hell, but as Marilynn kept me busy kissing her it changed from painful to very pleasurable! I started rocking back to meet his thrusts and I couldn't wait to feel his cum deep in my ass! When I vocalized this need, Marilynn scratched my back and Steve slammed deep into me as we three came together. I found myself waking a short time later, the three of us still locked together. I began kissing my daughter and her lover, thanking them for taking me into their love and keeping an old man like me quite happy.

Marilynn and Steve announced their engagement yesterday, and, for the first time, I got to meet Steve's cousin, Kim. She is blonde like Steve, but very much more attractive, and Marilynn told me that she might even consider licking pussy with Kim, but that her and Steve get to have me first. They are moving in with me right after the wedding, so I can help out with the honeymoon. Maybe I will invite Kim to join us!



Marilyn's a Working Girl





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Marilyn was laying on her bed, relaxing after a rough day of orientation in her new dorm room. She was getting the lay of the land at her new home, the friendly confines of Jersey State U., supposed bastion of "higher learning", whatever that means. She let the warm summer breeze flow over her feet, doing little to assuage the heat of the humid night. To keep her cool, she had changed into nothing but a thin white wifebeater which showed off her dark areolas and nipples opaquely and a pair of baggy denim shorts. However, there was some other motivation for the scarce undergarments. Yhe visit of her sister. 

Not long after she got in touch with her sister after settling in, Sharilynn begged to come out and see her. Apparently, she was getting sick of messing with other guys that lacked Marilyn's endowment between their legs. So Shari decided to make the drive into the suburbs to visit her sibling for some special family bonding. "Damn, sis seemed to be feenin' for my dick," Marilyn thought to herself in the dead quiet room. "I wonder when she's gonna show up?"

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Speak of the devil," Marilyn muttered under her breath as she got out of bed. "Who is it?"

"It's your sexy sister, dammit! Open up!"

Marilyn pulled the door open to see her sister in all her curvy splendor. Sharilynn was wearing a thin silver lam‚ halter top, barely containing her huge breasts from jiggling around in time with her breathing. She was wearing a tiny pair of daisy dukes that was just barely legal, with her ass hanging out and her nether lips barely covered by the material in the crotch. She was wearing a pair of plain white sneakers, and her face was heavily made up from her stop before arriving at her sibling's doorstep.her job as a stripper.

"Hey there, college man!"

"Shari!" Marilyn screamed at a whisper before pulling her sister in her room and shutting the door behind them. "People in here don't know about my, um, secret. Gimme some time to let people know!"

"OK, OK. I get your point. But you are a college MAN, right?" Shari replied, emphasizing her point by grabbing her sister's crotch and squeezing her dick.

"Damn! I see someone's a bit randy. I mean, I know you called wanting to get a piece of me, but show some restraint."

"I know. I have been showing some restraint. I tried to diversify, do the healthy thing, you know? I haven't done as much as such you off in a month. But there is one thing is thing I have learned, especially in my time stripping," Shari cooed, tracing her finger along Marilyn's jawline, turning her around in the process.

"What's that?"

"In all the laps I've danced in, I've never, ever felt a dick as big as this one." "So," Shari continued as she went down on her knees in front of her sister, "shall I get a piece of the biggest dick I've ever seen?" Shari didn't give her a chance to response before she began to unzip Marilyn's baggy shorts.

"Whoa!" Marilyn said as she quickly pulled her sister's hand away from her crotch. "Easy now! It ain't that easy to keep standing on my feet when I'm getting my dick sucked. Can I at least lay down first?"

Marilyn moved away from her sister, made the two steps to her bed, then jumped on and laid on her back, letting her long hair fan out behind her. Her sister seductively got on her knees and crawled onto the bed, moving her body as if she were on a strip club runway. When her head made it over Marilyn's crotch, she reached at the zipper of the shorts and pulled them open the rest of the way. Shari then unbuttoned her sister's shorts, reached in and pulled out the long, thick shaft from by her sister's right hip, watching her big balls follow out behind it. She licked her lips in anticipation and slowly stroked her sister's long hard dick with both of her hands, letting the shaft overflow the space in between them. Marilyn herself was humming in her throat, palming at her DD tits and letting the mammary flesh overflow her fingers.

"I see you're hot for me sis, huh?" Sharilynn asked with more than a little lusty leer.

"Mmmhmmm," Marilyn weakly replied, her mind already lost in a fog of lust.

"Well, let's get right down to business," Sharilynn replied just as she stuck the tip of her tongue at the base of Marilyn's dick and began to lick wetly from base to tip, letting her tongue finish on her sister's belly, several inches above the navel. She then took the member in her hands and started to lick it like an ice cream cone, slowly coating ever inch of the twitching dick with her saliva. By the time she finished doing that, Shari even managed to lick up a small rivulet of pre-cum that had leaked out of Marilyn's flaring tip. She allowed herself to purr a bit at the taste, placed her lips at the swollen glans, and then opened her mouth slightly, letting the tip slip into her mouth.

Marilyn moaned out mindlessly when she felt her sister slip her dick into her mouth, bucking her hips and legs under her sister and grabbing at her nipples so roughly and aggressively that she nearly tore her shirt. She kept rubbing the rough material of her wifebeater against her nipples, trying to heighten the intense sensations she felt as her sister began to slowly slob and swallow her dick. When she felt her sister begin to put some suction on her dick, she shook in pleasure, feeling her slick dick being pulled into what felt like a velvet vise. From there, she just let the waves of pleasure wash over her while her dick was treated royally, from the sensitive tip to the thick shaft. When she felt Shari's lips kiss her shaven base, she instinctively grabbed her sister's hair, holding her there while she felt herself buck uncontrollably under her sister's body.

When she was able to mentally control herself and drag her body slowly back from nearly going over the edge, she reached under her shirt with both hands, milking her teats between her thumb and forefinger. As she pulled and pawed at her tits, she felt her sister's hands reach for hers and entwine her fingers with her sister's. She then let her hands be pulled off to her sides, felt her top be pushed over her breasts and felt her sister's hands strongly but gently caress her breasts and nipples as she was pumping her head along her cock. She grabbed the sheets beneath her tightly as her sister began to suck her dick harder and flick at her nipples with her thumb quickly. As she felt her sister suck harder and harder, she felt herself start to progress again to a climax.

RING!

"Uh, sis, chill for a minute. I think I hear the phone ringing."

RING!

"Hey, Shari, STOP! I wanna answer the phone, since I don't have an answering machine."

"Alright, alright."

RING!

Marilyn pulled her legs out from under her sister and swung them out to the side of the bed. She then picked up the phone before it could ring again.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. How did you get my number? Oh, OK. That makes sense. So what's up? Yeah? YES! What's her name? My Lynn? Oh.M-A-I Lynn. Thanks. Sounds like she was a big girl, huh? What else? Huh? WHAT! You gotta me kidding me. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh- huh?! NO! This can't be true! This can't be true!"

Marilyn broke down sobbing, letting a tear flow down her cheek. The emotion of the message she just received left her quaking, making ripples in her flesh.

"What's wrong, sis?" said a concerned Shari, now sitting next to her sister with an arm around her.

"Hold on, Shari, OK? So now what's up? I mean, what's going to happen to her. Of course I'll take of her! After all, she is my daughter. I dunno. I dunno, but I'll find a way to take care of her, OK? Could you call me back in the morning? Like around 11 or so. Alright, I'll talk to you then. Bye."

SLAM!

"What's wrong, sis? Is everything OK?"

"Well, Shari," Marilyn replied, steeling herself, "there's some good news, and there's some horrible news. Not bad news, horrible news!"

"OK, tell me the good news first."

"Well," Marilyn began slowly, "Kat did give birth to her child over there in Japan a couple weeks ago. It's a girl, named Mai, and she's a big one too. 20 « inches, 8 pounds, 3 ounces. Man, I wish I was there to hold her in my arms when she was born."

"Oh, congratulations, sis, on being a new dad! I'm now an aunt!" Shari beamed as she wrapped her arms around her sister and gave her a big bear hug.

"But there's the other news."

"What is it, Donnie, I mean, Marilyn?" Sharilynn asked, backing her face away from her sister, waiting to watch for her reaction.

"Well, a couple days ago, Kat was walking with her uncle and our daughter along the streets of her town when suddenly, some guys jumped out of a van, knocked her down and carried her away in the van."

"What?"

"The word from the police over there is that what happened isn't that uncommon, especially among young girls. They expect that they're putting her into prostitution. The good news at least is that Kat is an American citizen, meaning that whoever kidnapped her won't bother to kill her, fearing the wrath of America. That along means that the authorities out there will keep the heat on the cops on this one, fearing the PR disaster that would result if they didn't find her. They say that they usually find the people kidnapped on this kind of scheme, but it usually takes them a month or two. In the meanwhile, I gotta take care of little Mai."

Marilyn stopped her monologue, then broke down in her sister's arms. "I miss my Kat! Why me? Why did they have to do this to her? Why did she have to go over there? Why."

"Shhhh.it's OK sis," Shari reassured, squeezing her half-nude sister with a hug. "I'll be there for you. Don't worry. We'll figure out a way to take care of my little niece." Sharilynn then gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, then sat her up upright.

"You know what?"

"Yeah."

"I think I have just the thing to comfort you right now," Shari answered before grabbing her sister's head and moving in to give her a deep tongue kiss, practically swallowing her tongue. She pulled away from her, then gently pushed on her shoulders, lowering her back to the bed. 

"You need someone to make you feel." Shari continued as she pulled her sister's legs back onto the bed, "..special. I'm sorry that this had to happen to you. Now let me make you feel good, OK?"

A still-emotional Marilyn laid back and barely croaked out, "OK sis." She then laid her head back, staring at the ceiling as she felt her sister straddle her hips and saw her face come into view. Shari's long hair blocked out all the light from her eyes as she lowered her head and gave Marilyn a long, passionate kiss, caressing her lips and tongue as she let her hand drift up to play with a free nipple. Shari then reared up and let her long hair graze against her sister's breasts and shoulders, making goose bumps rise out of Marilyn's skin despite the heat. She let herself back down to nibble on her sister's ear, making it wet, then blew in it, making her sister shiver. Shari then kissed her way down to her sister's neck and went crazy, sucking and licking and nipping and biting at the soft pliant flesh. She felt her sister hold on to her head, desperate to keep her there. 

However, Shari pulled away from her sister's grasp and whispered in her ear, "so do you like how I'm taking away your pain?" Marilyn barely hummed out her assent. Shari continued, "well, there's plenty more where that came from." She then bent down to kiss the nape of her sister's neck, then began to trace out her sister's collar bone with the light brushing of her lips. She led her lips down Marilyn's breast bone down between Marilyn's tits, seemingly trying to hit every nerve in her skin. When her face was perfectly buried between her sister's tits, she stuck out her tongue and licked the skin while her fingertips lightly brushed along the massive mammaries, painting a sensation all over Marilyn's breasts. Sharilynn pushed her fingers harder into the firm flesh as she let her fingers play over her sister's breasts, then grasped the areolas and nipples between her forefinger and thumb and pulled at them. She looked up at her sister's face, which was twisted in pleasure, and smiled pleasantly, then licked her lips in pure lust. She was thinking about the pure magic she was about to suck up through Marilyn's breasts.

Sharilynn pulled up one teat up towards her body and began to suck hard on her sister's nipple. Pulling at it with her teeth and flicking it with her tongue. She continued to suck at the nipple hard while flicking the other nipple in with her thumb and grinding her body on top of her sister's, letting her sister's thick penis be caressed by her soft skin. As she nursed lovingly and passionately at Marilyn's breast, she let her hand drift off her sister's other breast and down her body, teasingly groping at Marilyn's soft yet firm belly. When her hand was close to her sister's dick, Sharilynn raised up and off to side of Marilyn's body slightly, grabbed the thickening and lengthening penis, and gently brushed the tip all over her soft skin and her navel. She stopped sucking on Marilyn's breasts just long enough to flick her sister's nipple with her tongue, making her sister's body and dick twitch.

She slid down Marilyn's body, letting her still- covered breasts gently rub against the pulsating member which she held by the tip. Sharilynn licked her lips while looking at her sister's penis, acting as if it were a delicious meal she just had to taste. 

"You want me to take care of this for you, sis?" Shari asked with a strain in her voice, desperate to throat the monster in her hands and to suck the cream out of her favorite chocolate pastry. 

"Yeah," Marilyn sobbed, barely able to stop the shaking in her body. "I wanna cum."

Shari responded by sucking just the tip into her mouth and letting her tongue hit every small bump along the surface. She cradled her impressive breasts in her hands and pulled them to caress Marilyn's shaft with their firmness and warmth. She pulled her mouth off the tip and let her breasts caress the twitching dick, making Marilyn crazy and making her bite her lip so hard that she faintly tasted blood on her tongue.

Shari pulled completely away from her sister's body, then looked into her sister's eyes and smiled. She then looked down and her sister's red-hot body, writhing in pleasure, then curtly leered, "Want me to make you feel better sis?"

"Oh...yeah."

With that response, she quickly got her lips back down to Marilyn's tip, then throated all of Marilyn's length in two tries. She swallowed some to make her throat caress her sister's tip. It was all it took. Shari has to hold down her sister's hips to keep from having her teeth knocked out. As she felt her belly filling up with cum, she slowly eased her way up for her safety. In the process, the thought of something so big and powerful under her control, pouring its needs and desires down her throat, got her hot. She reached into her shorts and tweaked her clit a little bit, forcing more lubrication into her hot pussy. As Marilyn began to calm down, she pulled out all but the tip from her mouth, letting her tongue work some more magic on her sister's fuck log. She pulled her sister's penis out of her mouth, then slid up her sister's body, stopping to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Did that make you feel better, sis?" Shari whispered in Marilyn's ear.

"Mmmmhmmm"

"Well, I was thinking about another surprise for you," Shari continued, emphasizing her statement by grinding her crotch on her sister's spent and semi-hard dick. "Remember the time Dad tried to get you into guys."

Marilyn searched her brain to go back to that time. All of a sudden, when it hit her what her sister was suggesting, she held onto her sister tight, with one hand squeezing her sister's butt through her shorts and the other holding onto her sister's head, pressing it to the side of her face. "Oh, Shari, you shouldn't have to." Marilyn whispered in her sister's ear just before giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek.

"But I will, because I care."

Shari got up on her knees, straddling her sister's body. She reached behind her and untied the knot holding her top up, then pulled it off. Her huge tits seemed to dominate her body, looking incredibly impressive even on her large frame. The DDD breasts were floating perfectly on her chest, very rare for someone so large who got that way naturally. Her huge nipples and areola seemed to top off the breasts like icing on a cake, and they glowed slate gray from the moonlight coming through the window. Sharilynn seductively slid her denim-covered crotch over her sister's dick, then let her legs dangle off the bed as she picked up the semi-hard spit-and-cum slick dick and pressed it between her breasts. 

She stroked the shaft a few times with her breasts, letting the tip poke at her chin, then licked seductively at Marilyn's tip. "Do you want me to show you a trick I picked up when you aren't around, sis?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Marilyn replied in a raspy voice, her orgasm racked body getting ready for another ride.

Sharilynn squeezed her breasts around her sister's dick, then slowly stroked it up and down, caressing it with her firm flesh. She licked at the tip as her sister's dick slowly began to lengthen and thicken again. Shari felt her sister's flesh harden between her smooth, firm globes as she saw her sister start moving her hands all over her body, playing with her wonderful female form. Soon, Shari hand to back her chin away to avoid being poked at by the full length of her sister's penis. Wanting to tease her sister just a bit before climbing onto her, she took the tip in her mouth and let her tongue wash it with spit as she kept pumping her breasts along Marilyn's shaft. Finally, Shari pulled her tits away from Marilyn's meaty pole and took one long taste of it from root to tip, making sure to play a bit with the small amount of pre-cum on the top.

"So I see you're ready to go again, huh?" Shari lustily bragged. "Get ready for the ride of your life!"

She took the time to slide off her shorts, then fingered herself quickly, as if to see if the temperature and moisture was just right between her sugar walls. The, Shari pressed her face to Marilyn's dick, her tits on her sister's thighs, then slowly slide her way up her sister's body until her breasts were even with her sister's face. As Marilyn idly played her lips along her nipple, she reached behind her, held the dick at a low angle from her sister's belly and aimed it at her inflamed pussy. She moved back on her knees to slowly ease the huge dick inside her walls, stretching her to the max. After getting most of the impossibly thick 13 inch member inside of her, she gritted her teeth, locked her hands in Marilyn's and forced the last few inches inside of her. While there was a dull sensation of pain at being stretched so much, it was made up for by the constant stimulation her clit received as she slid her way down her sister's pole, causing her to lube the way even more. She released her hand from Marilyn's grip and let the finger that was just inside her play across her sister's lips, letting her lick and suck her essence off of it. 

Marilyn then felt her sister start to move her hips slowly on her raging erection, letting the delightful tightness slowly coax her to another release. Suddenly, she saw her sister kiss down from the nape of her neck and over one of her luscious mounds to kiss her nipple. She saw her sister take it gently into her mouth and felt her saliva ooze onto it as she slowly established a rhythm on her dick. She took her hand and pressed it onto the back of Shari's head, forcing her to suck more insistently as she felt her sister's ass lightly brush against her balls as the result of her thrusting. 




Marilyn's a Working Girl



As she felt her sister's nectar drip onto the sensitive bare skin of her genitals, Marilyn kisses the top of her sister's head and fell back onto the bed, reveling in the sensation of the velvet vise pulling on her. As she felt her sister now enthusiastically switch from sucking one nipple to the other, she let herself get lost in the stimulation, the sucking at her skin and the cool wetness of her sister's spit. When she felt her sister stop sucking, Marilyn thought that all she had to do was wait until her sister worked her pussy enough to bring her to another release. Suddenly, she felt her sister's lips on hers, their nipples brushing against each other as she was kissed passionately by her sister. Marilyn wrapped her arms against her sister's neck as she continued to make out with her, while she felt her sister's hips thrust harder against her, stimulating her to writhe under her sister.

Marilyn squeezed Shari's plush rump hard, trying in vain to slow down her sister's humping on her dick. She let her sister dominate her mouth with her tongue as she felt her sister's honey pot pump her for her cream. Slowly, she felt the itch shoot up her entire shaft and through her nipples, and she moved to get that itch scratched, trying to rub her nipples against Shari's skin and thrusting towards a release. When her sister sensed what she was going to do, Marilyn saw Shari sit up on her hips and buck up and down as fast as she could. Marilyn braced herself by gripping the sheets hard on the bed while her sister held on by grabbing and pulling on her nipples. Marilyn could do nothing but hold on as she felt the wave of orgasm shoot through every nerve from head to toe, centering on her fuck pole.

Then, Marilyn came. Hard. 

She tore a hole in her sheets from holding on to the sensation, and her cum shot so hard deep inside her sister that the heat from her fluids caused Shari to suddenly jump. She screamed and moaned as she felt her life being sucked out from her dick, every nerve on fire. She felt some additional sensations from her nipples as her sister's slight thrust from her jumping coaxed out even more cum from her body. She then felt her muscles start to relax and her tension start to release as the last few drops of semen drip out of her and flow down between her and her sexy sibling. As she felt flat on her bed, exhausted from her orgasm, her sister fell down on top of her and gave her another passionate kiss on the lips before letting her head fall off to the side.

"Sorry you don't cum sis."

"Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself. You needed it."

"OK. Thanks."

"So are you feeling better now?"

"VERY much so," Marilyn whispered back. "Thank you for being there for me."

"I'll always be there for you. I've been with you through major changes before, and I'll be there now. In fact, I know I can help you out."

"How?"

"Well, you could strip in my club. Also, through hanging around at the club, I know some photographers for some modeling."

"Porn mags?"

"Yeah. You could do it every now and again, and still go to class and take care of.um."

"Little Mai."

"Thanks."

"Don't sweat it. Yo, call me tomorrow, and give me some names, OK?"

"Alright, I will."

"And Shari." Marilyn chimed in before giving her sister a light peck on the cheek. "Thanks." She then began to kiss, lick and nibble on her sister's ear. "Thank you for everything. I love you, sis."

"I'll always love you, sis. Blood is always thicker than water."

***

"Hey, sir! What time is it?"

"Oh, it's about 3."

"Thanks."

Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the PATH train station at Christopher Street, directions in hand. She thought she was going to be late for the photo shoot her sister had arranged for her in a hurry. When she reached the corner, she glanced down at her directions again and walked her way towards the photographer's apartment. As it turned out, Sharilynn was able to find her sister a modeling job showing off her particular charms. According to Shari, she was to be paid very well for this job.$3,000 well to be exact. "It's not exactly enough to put me in Bill Gates' tax bracket," Marilyn thought to herself. "At least it will get me on my feet short term. Who knows? Maybe I can make this a regular gig and help knock out my tuition bill."

Marilyn ran her hand through her hair as she saw the light change for her to cross the intersection. She was wearing a white baby tee which bared her midriff along with her standard-issue baggy jeans and Black boots. She didn't bother with panties, figuring they would get lost after changing into whatever costume was required of her. She was carrying with her a backpack with some make-up supplies. From what her sister implied, it was a small private studio she was going to, not hardly big enough to have a make-up person on staff. 

After reaching a brownstone on a narrow side street in the Village, Marilyn double checked her directions for the address. "This doesn't look like it. I somehow expected more," she thought to herself. She tried to calm herself down, then nervously walked up the steps and ran the required bell. After a bit of a wait, a slightly tall White woman of about 30 answered the door.

"Hello? Are you Marilyn? It's me, Stacey, the photographer."

Vaguely lost in thought, Marilyn quickly came to her senses and responded. "Uh, yes, um, it's me. My sister referred you to me." She then reached out and shook her hand gently. She took the time to check out Stacey. Her auburn hair was upswept in a wrap, with a few loose ringlets hanging down to her face. While her face was otherwise unremarkable, she did have an incredible pair of lips coated in dark red lipstick. What promised to be a curvy body with ample amounts of cleavage was hidden by a t-shirt and a dirty pair of overalls. 

"Hey, what are you waiting for stranger? Come on in!" Stacey called out. She then motioned for Marilyn to follow her in the door, then go up the stairs. As Marilyn stepped in the door, she took the chance to check out Marilyn's body. "Yum. Not a bad body there. Nice and curvy, even with the prerequisite ghetto booty. Maybe that is something genetic," she thought to herself. 

Stacey led the way up 3 flights of stairs to her apartment/studio, then opened the door to let Marilyn in. When Marilyn stepped into the apartment, she took a note of how cramped it was with the equipment and the racks of costumes.

"Oh.um, I take it you do this kind of thing often?" Marilyn asked, thinking of something to fill the silence.

"Yeah. It isn't glamorous, but it pays the bills."

"Speaking of which, I remember that I'm supposed to sign something before I get paid. Can we get to that first?

"Oh sure," Stacey replied coquettishly. "But first, let me check something." 

Stacey closed the two steps between her, then pulled Marilyn's jeans away from her body, reached in and grabbed her dick. She gave it a few strokes, feeling it harden under her ministrations. "Ooh, that's a nice one," Stacey complimented Marilyn as she pulled her hand out of her jeans. "Just making sure you're the `special' girl I'm supposed to photograph today.

"Aw.thanks. So what should I do now?"

"Go down to the bedroom. It's down the hall, second door on the right. Your costume's in there. Put it on, do your makeup, and we'll get to business. Oh, and the contract you gotta sign is in there too. Just sign it and bring it out when you come out. I'll set up, and we'll be ready to go when you get back, OK?"

"Thanks," Marilyn replied, already walking her way down the hall to the bedroom. In there, she saw a vanity for her to put on makeup and a pretty disheveled room with clothes all over the place. However, the bed was somewhat made, and what appeared to be the clothes that she would wear, and slowly discard, were laid out. Among them was a matching set of red lace demi-bra and panties, along with a red sheer peignoir with red fluffs on the hem and sleeves. "This will make me look like some cheap porno mag babe I've jerked off to before. Then again, that's what I am now," Marilyn chuckled to herself.

She quickly shucked off her clothes to put on her costume, taking time to marvel at her newly-painted toes. "Lucky guess on the color," she thought to herself. "At least I don't have to do these." She then picked up the demi-bra and wrapped the front closing bra around her large breasts. Marilyn took the time to squeeze as much of herself into the bra, then closed the clasp, encasing her endowment in the tiny bra, and took a glance down at the final product. Her breasts almost literally burst out the bra, pouring out of the cups and barely leaving her nipples covered. She steeled herself against any further arousal, tucked her male genitalia between her legs and stepped into the tiny lace panties. They were thong bikini cut, as Marilyn realized as she felt the air of the room on her ass. After she slipped on the peignoir, she took a glance at herself in the vanity mirror and saw that her look just oozed sex. Save for the very male piece of equipment between her legs, she looked like a very beautiful Amazon goddess, with her long hair flowing down her back, her skin looking soft in the light that flowed through the window and the curves bursting out of her body. She pulled her eyes away from the mirror, feeling herself stirring between her legs, then picked up her backpack and carried it over to the vanity, where she sat. 

The first thing she pulled out was some liquid foundation, colored chocolate brown, and wiped it all over her face with her fingers, leaving a smooth complexion. She then dumped out the rest of her makeup in a pile and sorted out what she needed to put on. After that, little by little, her face began to come together. Her black eyeliner was complemented by her light blue eye shadow. Her two coats of mascara gave her face a beauty queen look it never had before. Her lips seemed to bloom when she put on her glossy blood red lipstick, and she framed it perfectly with some black lip liner. When she stopped her labors, she took a glance at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was perfect, brought to life with the cosmetics. "Man, I look like a model right now," Marilyn thought to herself. "Face of an angel, body of a devil." She then hunted around for her fake nails, ready to crown her satanic body with the perfect claws.cheap press-on nails.

***

"Damn, that girl they got in is hot," Stacey thought to herself as she scrambled around to set up the lights. The setup for the pictures was nice, but nothing too spectacular. In front of a brilliant red backdrop, a burgundy velvet couch was laid out, and the light was placed just so, lighting the subject perfectly. "I wonder if she's interested in girls," Stacey continued as she set up her camera and got out the necessary film for the shoot. "I've always been curious about these `special' girls sexually, but they aren't usually interested in me. Either too knocked out from the hormones or dying for some closet case to bend over for them. She did respond to my touch, though. Hmmm."

Just as she was thinking that, Marilyn stepped into the room. She undressed the tall shemale with her eyes, checking out every curve of her body that bulged out of her scanty costume. "Damn, she has an incredible body!," Stacy thought to herself. "Plus, she's hung, and it's working? I need to have this!" Just then, she realized that her object of lust didn't have any shoes.

"Hey, Marilyn! You need shoes?"

"Um, yeah. I normally don't go all out like this."

"That's weird for someone like her," Stacey thought to herself. "What size are you?"

"13 in guys."

Stacey did a quick scan of the room with all its costumes, then spotted the shoes she had lined up against one wall. "OK, pick out a pair out of the ones on the left."

"Alright," Marilyn replied. "Oh, and here's the contract." She then walked over and looked for a pair of shoes that matched what she was wearing.

"By the way," Stacey asked out of curiosity. "What has you doing this? Most of the girls I do this for do it to help save for the operation."

"Well, I'm doing this to help feed my daughter," Marilyn replied as she picked out a pair of 4 inch platform heels. "You know, trying to be a responsible father, even if I have DDs."

Stacey thought to herself, intrigued by her response. "Oh really. So you aren't going for surgery, yet you're still interested in girls?"

"Yeah," Marilyn replied, slipping on her shoes and walking towards Stacey. "I know it's not common for people like me to be at least bi, but I am what I am."

"Really."

"It's a long story as to how I got how I am. But basically, I got hooked to the feel of girl's bodies young and wanted one of my own. I ended up taking hormones, getting all these curves, but somehow, my body had an unusual reaction, resulting in what you felt up earlier."

"Hey! Relax! I'm just trying to see what I'm working with. Men all over the planet are paying good money to see that with some big tits."

"Weird, ain't it."

"Yeah. Hey, stand over there right in front of the couch?" Stacey commanded. "Now stick that chest and butt out a bit? Hands on hips, please? Perfect!" She then ran behind the camera tripod and snapped Marilyn's picture.

So the photo shoot began in earnest. As Stacey began to move her camera off the tripod, she began to move her subject around in a myriad of glamorous and seductive poses. She ended up sprawled out on the couch on the set, limbs splayed everywhere to show off her womanly charms. The next thing that Marilyn knew, she was sitting on the couch with her chest about to burst through her tiny bra, her arms cradling her breasts and her face in a seductive pout.

"OK, Marilyn. So far so good," Stacey complemented as she took the camera away from her face.

"Um, thanks. I'm starting to get into this a bit."

"Now could you take off that bra for me?"

"Sure," Marilyn meekly responded as she moved to take off her bra.

"Come on! Be more seductive!" Stacey barked out from behind the camera. "Besides, it's just you and me in here," she continued in a calmer voice as she again moved the camera away from her face. "Relax. And don't forget to smile!" She flashed her pearly whites at her subject, which got Marilyn to smile back in return. In no time at all, Marilyn was hamming it up for the camera as she was flashing away. She pretended as is she was giving a show to an imaginary lover, enticing them with her body. However, the very real Stacy was taking it in as Marilyn writhed all over the couch, showing off her curves, feeling her nipples harden. "Damn, she has an incredible body," Stacey thought to herself. "She wasn't born a girl, but yet she has as good a body as any woman I've ever fucked." She let her mind go on auto-pilot for a bit, snapping photos unconsciously. Eventually, she regained enough control to tell Marilyn to stop where she was posing.

"OK, Marilyn. Sit down on the couch, move your butt to the end of seat and straighten those long legs all the way out."

Stacey then put her camera down and kneeled down next to Marilyn. She ordered Marilyn to keep her legs closed as she pulled her panties down, coping a feel of her big, round ass and her smooth thighs in the process. When the panties cleared Marilyn's high heels, Stacey went back to her camera and said, "now, just open your legs slowly. That's it." She kept shooting away as Marilyn's manhood was revealed.

"Oh my God," Stacey muttered under her breath. "That has to be one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.and it's not even hard!" She kept taking pictures, looking in awe of Marilyn's ebony member. Eventually, she saw her subject's legs splayed wide, her arms up on the back of the couch, her long legs, big breasts and perfectly toned belly perfectly framing a very masculine dick. 

Marilyn saw the way the photographer seemed to be moving unconsciously and felt Stacey's gaze on her dick through the lens. She was breathing nervously, her body quaking slightly under the attention brought onto her. She saw the photographer creep closer to her, the sound of the camera working seeming like a machine gun. She was then told to assume a few basic positions that seemed to give away the photographer's intent. First, she was up on all fours, looking back over her shoulder and seeing the lens focus between her legs. Then, she was laid out on her side, her huge breasts tugging down at her chest and the tip of her limp dick brushing against the velvet of the couch. Finally, she was told to raise up on her elbow and spread her legs slightly. She felt the photographer gaze lustily at her while the photos continued to snap away mere inches from her crotch. Her nipples were hardening at the scene presented between her breasts.a beautiful girl practically poised to suck her off.

"Uh, Marilyn.can I ask you something?"

"Yeah..go ahead."

Stacey thought for a bit to see if her little ruse was going to work, then continued. "You know, um, this magazine often requires shots of you erect. The best way for this to work is for me to suck you off a little. Besides, um, the saliva makes it look better. W-would you mind that?"

"OK!" Marilyn responded, getting more than a little bit excited at the prospect of an actual blow job. "I'll take it! This is getting like a real porno shoot!" As Stacey went off to the side to put her camera down, Marilyn ventured another request. "By the way, could you do me a favor before you do what you have to do?"

"Sure. Ask away."

"Could you give me one of those kisses like you see in porno movies? You know, when they just touch tongues?"

"OK! Just let me come on over," Stacey replied. She also thought to herself, "good.now I have an excuse to feel up her tits."

Stacey walked over to Marilyn, then braced herself on Marilyn's tits and stuck out her tongue. As she flicked the tip of her tongue against the tip of Marilyn's tongue, Stacy took the time of squeeze and maul Marilyn's firm, pillowy breasts. As Marilyn got more into the kiss, she let her tongue get wrestled around by her subject's as she let her palms feel all of the large areolas and the pebble hard nipples of Marilyn. Stacey pinched and pulled at Marilyn's nipples, making her jump some, then positioned herself on her knees to suck on Marilyn's dick.

Marilyn pulled her tits apart and pulled at her nipples as she saw Stacey take her tip in her mouth. Stacey just nursed on her for a bit and licked all around the tip, making her shake and getting her dick harder by the second. As she hardened, Stacey slowly stroked her shaft getting a feel for her size and making her fuck her hips into her hands. She left the feeling ride, pulling and pinching at her nipples as her dick became fully erect.

"Damn, you're a big girl! I'm gonna have to try to see if I can suck you right," Stacey mentioned to Marilyn.

"Heh. I know. It's rare that someone can throat me.not without practice anyway."

"How big are you?"

"Oh, about 13 inches."

"Oh my!" Stacey remarked as her body shook in lust, letting her breasts jiggle a bit. "Well, lemme see how much I can suck of this monster." She then opened her mouth as much as she could, held Marilyn's dick straight up, closed her eyes and dove right on to her object of lust. She stretched her lips around Marilyn's thick shaft and inhaled about 7 inches of the shaft before she choked. Recovering slightly, she managed to suck her way up the last few inches of the shaft and gave the tip a long French kiss. "Damn, you're huge! You know you could kill someone with this thing, right?"

"Mmmhmm. You aren't the first person to choke on it."

Stacey then held the shaft in one hand and looked at the spit slick upper half of her subject's dick. "You look good enough to eat.like a really large tootsie roll." She placed her tongue at the base of Marilyn's cock and took one long lick from root to tip, then continued, "mind if I try to find how many licks it takes to get to the center?"




Marilyn's a Working Girl



"Go ahead."

With that, Stacey began methodically covering every inch of Marilyn's huge cock with her tongue, snaking her tongue up one side, then doing a thorough tonguing of her large, spongy tip. She took her time in her task, making sure each side was as wet as possible, and the nerves on the tip were thoroughly teased, before going onto another side. Marilyn idly played with her long hair and a hard nipple as Stacey went about her task, sucking in air every time her glans was toyed with. 

She had just closed her eyes when she heard Stacey call out "Done!" Marilyn was just about to open her eyes when Stacey said, "Don't. don't do it. You look so hot this way. Now put your fingers around the base, like you're about to jerk it off. There you go."

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Just as Marilyn opened her eyes, she saw Stacey unpinning her auburn hair, letting it cascade to her shoulders. "You know," she continued while she was unbuckling her overalls, "I'm not gonna get too many chances to fuck a dick like yours. I mean, the guys I've been with have been OK, but none have been equipped like you." She pulled the top of her overalls away from her body, revealing the tight white t-shirt that was hiding her good sized, and apparently braless, breasts. "I mean, I hope you're a good fuck. However, with something that big, I think I can take care of any flaws you may have in technique." By this time, her sneakers were off, and her overalls were quickly coming down, revealing the puffy stiff of auburn hair shaved into her pubic hair. "Mind if I fuck you? It's not for money.but I'm just so curious about you."

Stacey walked over to Marilyn on the couch, straddled her waist on her knees and aimed the massive fuck weapon at her quiver. She rubbed the tip of the huge dick against her slick, bare pussy lips. "Can't you feel how wet I am," she purred. "I've been hot for you ever since I've first felt you up. Now I want all of you." She braced herself by squeezing Marilyn's breast with one hand and slowly let the huge black dick spread her lips. 

"OH MY GOD!" Stacey screamed after letting a couple inches ease in. "IT'S SO FUCKING.BIG!! UUHHHH!!!" She bit her lip to quiet herself some and to cut down on the massive amounts of stimulation her pussy received from the initial invasion and friction from Marilyn's cock. She pressed both of her hands into Marilyn's chest, her palms rubbing against the nipples unintentionally. 

"Grab onto my tits," begged Stacey. "Please.I need you to do that so I can ease you in. Damn, you stretch me so completely!!!" 

Marilyn grabbed onto Stacey's breasts, which felt almost as large as her own, and played with her nipples to torture her some more. The sensation got Stacey to suddenly lower herself 3 more inches instantly, and the resulting friction on her clit and g-spot had her squeezing onto Marilyn tight, shaking in orgasm.

"Hmm, maybe I should do some more of this. Besides, her pussy feels so nice and wet and tight," she thought to herself. Marilyn then lifted Stacey's shirt over her breasts, then wet her fingertips with her spit and toyed with her nipples some more, flicking and twisting and pulling on them. "Oh shit! You're pulling on me girl!" Marilyn cried out. She couldn't help but moan as another 4 inches of herself slid inside of Stacey, triggering another string of orgasms and a nice milking sensation on her dick.

"STOP! I can't take much more," Stacey gasped out. Her body was already exhausted, racked 3 quick orgasms. However, despite the fact that she still had a few inches outside of her, she was still hungry for the challenge of taming that dick. "Lemme work that dick, you teasing little minx," Stacey joked, tugging hard on Marilyn's nipples for emphasis. "Let me do the work." With that, she gently eased up an inch on Marilyn's shaft, then slowly eased back down. Little by little, she increased the length of the strokes, simply closing her eyes, smiling and enjoying the incredible experience. Eventually, she got herself stretched out enough that she was riding the huge penis with ease.

"Mmm, that feels so nice. Lemme get myself off with it."

"Go ahead. Ride me to your heart's content."

"Yeah, you feel so nice. Ooh.your dick has found nerves I didn't think were there. Yeah.lemme work that dick."

Marilyn held onto Stacey's boobs as she let herself delight in the experience, letting her set the pace of her fucking by not moving her hips. She saw that Stacey was almost overwhelmed by the sensation, shaking with each thrust and moaning uncontrollably. 

"Yeah, you feel so good.squeeze that dick for me."

"Mmmhmm.aaaahh."

"Yeah, you want me to do something to make you feel even better?"

"Mmmhmmm."

Then suddenly, Marilyn shot up, breaking free of the pressure of Stacey's arms, and started flicking her nipple with her tongue as fast as she could.

"Oh my God.no.noooo.TOO MUCH..AAAAAAA."

Stacey immediately pressed Marilyn's mouth flat to her breast, filling Marilyn's mouth with tit flesh, and came hard. She thrashed about wildly, holding onto Marilyn's head for security as much as stimulation. Eventually, she went silent, made mute by the stimulation. She let the force of the orgasm pull her in, letting her grip slip and having her fall braced only by the couch behind her.

When she came to, Stacey noticed that Marilyn was looking over her. Her breasts were dangling in her face, looking as delicious as ripe melons, and her make-up barely ran in all the action.

"Are you OK?"

"Oh yes! That dick of yours ought to be registered as a lethal weapon. You nearly killed me there with those orgasms."

"I know. You worked that dick pretty hard there. That felt pretty nice."

"Did you cum yet?"

"Nah. Besides, I haven't made you cum yet," Marilyn replied. She gently stroked Stacey's smooth lips and asked, "can I eat you out?"

"FUCK NO! I can't handle all that," Stacey exclaimed. "Besides, we have a photo shoot to finish." She pulled her shirt back over her breasts, then got up to walk towards the camera. "Let me load some more film in this camera. Why don't you relax on the couch there, Marilyn?"

As Marilyn sat back on the couch, her still-hard dick glistening with Stacey's secretions, Stacey thought about the set of shots that was going to appeal on the last roll. "Hmm.that dick is nice and slick. It looks ready to be jerked off," she thought to herself. "I wonder how much cum that monster produces."

"Hey, Marilyn!"

"Yeah."

"I got an idea that'll make you very popular with our perverted bosses," Stacey responded. "But it'll give me an excuse to taste your cum afterwards," she thought to herself.

"OK, why don't you masturbate yourself. Think about a good fuck from the past. You know, like your baby's mother? I know it must have taken a lot of work for her to take that monster dick of yours. Yeah, work it nice and slow like that."

"Mmm.that feels so nice and slick," Marilyn thought to herself as she stroked herself. As she stroked her long shaft with her left hand, her right rubbed and massaged her right breast, adding a nice bit of stimulation. "I wish Kat was here," she thought to herself as she kept masturbating, oblivious to the world around her. "I wish the way her cute little lips sucked on my tits.the way she flicked her tongue on my breasts.oooh.the way her tiny pussy milked my dick to perfection, how cure she used to look when she came.oh yeah.work it Kat.work that fucking cunt."

Stacey kept shooting, amazed at the pure lust she was watching. She got closer as she kept snapping the pictures and saw how close Marilyn was to cumming. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was seductively licking her lips to keep them wet. Her body was an incredible site for Stacey to behold, as she felt her nipples harden again and her pussy lubricate against its will. Marilyn's hands seemed to be transplanted from another body, with the blood red claws contrasting with the massive ebony shaft. The fingers on her other hand seemed to be playing an unknown, yet perfect melody on her breasts. As her hand pumped her dick faster and faster, lubed by the remaining pussy juices on her dick, she started moaning something unconsciously.

"Oh yeah, Kat.make me cum, honey.I wanna fill you up so bad.I gave you what you want the last time, right.yeah.ooh, I wanna pump that little pussy with cum.I know you love how that feels, huh.you love being coated huh.beg for my cum.you want me t cum, hmm.oh yeah.take it from me.I'm yours.ooooh.oooh.UHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!! AAAAH!!!! TAKE ALL YOUR GIFT HONEY!!!! I'M ALL YOURS!!! TAKE ME!!!"

Stacey kneeled in stunned disbelief as she saw the scene in front of her. Cum seemed to spurt out of her subject like a fountain, then land on her belly, which she dutifully photographed. Her body bucked and writhed like it was taken over by a demon, and her face seemed to be contorted in pain. "Damn, she looks so hot getting off like that," Stacey thought to herself as she moved around to get all the right shots. "And I wish I was that Kat girl she's screaming about. She must be one lucky girl."

As Marilyn was slowly recovering, Stacey was quick to move in and lick up a taste of Marilyn's juices. She let the slightly bitter and thick rest on her cum for a bit, then swallowed it. "Hey, Marilyn, do you know how tasty you are?"

"I never thought of myself as tasty, even after I tried to taste some of my own cum. But thanks."

"Anyway, that was an incredible shoot. I've done quite a few shoots of men, women, even girls like you. Allow me to say that you're the hottest subject I've ever shot."

"Thanks a lot."

Stacey walked over to her discarded overalls and pulled them back on. "By the way, you're an incredible fuck. Maybe sometime, I could slip you a few bucks and give you a ride on the side."

"Well, I do need the money."

"Don't sweat it. I know you care about your girlfriend very much."

"I know. My, er, our daughter was my gift to her."

Stacey stared at Marilyn in stunned silence. "Really?"

"Yeah. I miss her so much. I just wish those pricks didn't kidnap her and force her into prostitution and God knows what."

"Look. I know you'll do well with the big bosses. I'll make sure to help you out. Plus, if you need a shoulder to cry on and a pussy to fuck out, I'll be there."

"Thanks, Stacey."

Stacey ran over to her supply table, ripped off a piece of paper and hurriedly scribbled down her number. "Here's my number. Call me anytime about the contract or for some fun."

Marilyn got up off the couch, went to Stacey and got her number from her. "OK.um."

"Stacey!"

"OK, Stacey, I'm getting dressed and getting out of here. I gotta get back to Jersey State. I'll give you a buzz about where to send my check for this OK?"

"Alright."

"See ya!" said Marilyn, tugging on her nipples a bit to hold on to the sensation.



Marilyn's Adventures in School



PRELUDE

Marilyn had returned to class after using the restroom. She had had an unexpected encounter with Tommy and Paul, two 18 year old students who she had fucked several times before. The boys had kept her panties and she tried to hide her bare pussy by pulling her uniform skirt down as far as she could. She could still feel traces of cum leaking from her pussy and her ass. She crossed her legs to try and stem the flow and as she did she displayed her pussy again to her teacher Bob Edwards. The bell rang signaling the end of the period and Marilyn was relieved that she had made it through the remainder of class. 

"Marilyn, may I see you for a minute before you leave?" Bob Edwards requested of her.

Marilyn knew she was busted and she had to think quickly. She decided to tell Mr. Edwards that she soiled her panties and discarded them if he asked her. She still hoped that he hadn't noticed that she was panty less. 

"So Marilyn do you have anything to say for yourself?" Edwards asked.

"What do you mean Mr. Edwards?" Marilyn replied with a question.

"Well first of all you were gone for almost thirty minutes and then you returned to my class without your panties. Obviously there is a reason for that," Edwards pressed her.

"Mr. Edwards, I had an accident. I tired to wash out my panties the best I could but they were so soiled that I threw them away," Marilyn replied with her alibi.

"I see, well I guess that is a possible explanation but how do you explain what looks to be semen on your chair," Edwards countered catching her off guard.

"Okay Mr. Edwards I did have sex while I was in the bathroom but that is not why I asked to be excused from class. It just happened when I ran into my friends," Marilyn explained.

"Do you like to have sex Marilyn? Do you like doing it in school?" Edwards asked smiling now.

"Yes I guess I do," Marilyn replied.

"I see. Have you ever had sex with one of your teachers or would you like to?" Edwards continued.

"I never thought about it. I guess it would be okay. Do you want to have sex with me Mr. Edwards?" Marilyn said still feeling horny after her double penetration.

Bob Edwards smiled at the stacked shapely 18 year old and went over and locked his classroom door. He had a free period next and it was a perfect time to test the water with Marilyn. 

"Who is your next class with Marilyn?" Edwards asked.

"Mr. Thompson, it's with Mr. Thompson," Marilyn answered.

"Oh yes that's right. Gene will understand why you are late and I'll write you a late pass," Edwards explained.

Bob Edwards sat back in his chair and he told Marilyn to come over and stand by him. He ran his hands up and down her thighs sending chills through Marilyn's body. He lifted her plaid uniform skirt with one hand and stroked her pussy with the other. Then he fingered her pussy causing Marilyn to groan. Bob ran his hands over her shapely buttocks and let his fingers dip into the crack of her ass. He tested her nether hole and found it to be moist. Bob then stood up along side of Marilyn and instructed her to take out his cock.

Marilyn dropped to her knees and unbuckled Edwards's belt. Then she unfastened his trousers and pushed them down over his legs and let them puddle around his ankles. Edwards's erection was poking through his boxer shorts and Marilyn slowly peeled his shorts down his legs. His cock caught in the elastic of his shorts and sprung out when it cleared the waistband. Marilyn always loved that when it happened. Marilyn stroked Edwards's cock and then looked up at him.

"You have a nice cock Mr. Edwards. Would you like me to suck it?" Marilyn teased.

"Yes, you should do that," Edwards said with a raspy voice. 

Marilyn took her teacher's cock in her mouth and used all of her oral skills to bring him to the brink of ejaculation. Then Marilyn removed his cock from her mouth and looked up at Edwards as she stroked his cock.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth Mr. Edwards? Or would you like to fuck me?" Marilyn asked in a sultry voice.

"I'll fuck you now," Edwards whispered. 

Marilyn stood up and Edwards bent her over his desk, flipped her uniform skirt up over her back and exposed her lower body. Bob Edwards always loved the look of a student bent over his desk with her skirt flipped up in her knee high socks. He moved in behind Marilyn and buried his cock to the hilt in her pussy. Marilyn was already wet and his cock slid in easily. Edwards held onto to her hips and he fucked the shapely student from behind. He began to fondle her shapely ass and then he shoved a finger in her asshole. Edwards was surprised how easy his finger went into her ass.

"You can fuck my ass too?" Marilyn teased.

Edwards didn't answer; he just pulled his cock from her pussy and slipped it into her ass. His cock met little resistance as it entered Marilyn's ass and settled in her rectum. Edwards was so close to cumming before that he didn't last long at all. His body stiffened and he fired a barrage of cum deep into Marilyn's ass. He remained pressed against her ass cheeks as she used her sphincter to squeeze every drop of cum from his cock. Edwards remained in her ass as long as he could and then his cock softened and slipped from her nether hole. 

Bob Edwards wiped his cock off with paper towels that he kept in his desk and he handed the roll to Marilyn. Edwards pulled up his pants and straightened out his clothes as he dressed. As Marilyn was wiping the semen from her ass, Edwards wrote her a late pass.

"Here, this will get you to your next class," he said as he handed Marilyn the pass.

He also handed her a note to give to Gene Thompson when she got to his class. Marilyn took the note and the pass and then left Bob Edwards's classroom. Bob sat in his chair and relaxed as he contemplated what just happened. He had found a replacement for last year's student Becky and he couldn't wait to tell his colleague Karen Johnson. 

Marilyn walked the hallway to her next class and she decided to peak at the note that Mr. Edwards wrote to Mr. Thompson. It read, "We have a replacement for Becky and she loves it in the ass." Marilyn wondered who Becky was and she guessed it was a former student that the teachers used to fuck. As Marilyn approached Gene Thompson's classroom she wondered if she would be fucked again that day. Marilyn entered her classroom and handed the pass and the note to Mr. Thompson. He told her to be seated as he read the note. Then he looked at her and Marilyn smiled back and moved her legs apart so he could see her bare pussy.

After class it was a repeat performance with Marilyn sucking Thompson's cock. Then he fucked her pussy and her ass. He finished in her ass just as Edwards had earlier. After Marilyn cleaned herself up she then returned to her homeroom. After school, she recalled that it had been quite a day. First she was double fucked by Tommy and Paul and then she was fucked by the two teachers. All this happened on a Monday and her week was just beginning. 

BUSTED AT HOME

Marilyn loved attending the private school and she had settled in nicely. She already had several boyfriends with whom she was having sex. She also had learned that she liked more than one cock at a time. She also was having sex with three teachers ever since the day that she was discovered not wearing panties. Her parents had sent her off to private school right after they caught her at home having sex with three boys.

Marilyn had turned 18 years old before she had her first sex but since then she was insatiable. Word got around school that she was hot and put out but she was careful only to have sex with guys 18 or older. She was not a pretty girl but her body made up for it. She was 5'6" and weighed a fit 115 pounds. Her 36-24-36 figure turned everybody's head when she walked by. Her breasts were firm, her belly flat and she had a killer ass on top of her shapely legs. She loved to have the boys fondle her body and finger her holes. They would spend hours playing with her before she finally let them fuck her. 

It was a Saturday and on that day Marilyn was expecting a visit from three of her classmates. She had selected these three boys because of their reputation with girls and that they were all 18 years old. She knew that these boys often stared at girls in class and that they often got erections from having lustful thoughts. That day she dressed up as she wanted the boys to have a lot to remove. She wore a tight fitting brown tweed skirt that was cut just below her knees. She had elected to wear a green sweater that buttoned down the front and brought out the color in her eyes. Under her skirt and sweater she wore a bra, silk panties, stockings and a garter belt. The outfit she selected accentuated her figure and she knew that the boys would be excited when they saw her.

Buddy, Jay and Doug arrived at the house at 10:00 AM just as Marilyn had instructed. Buddy was one of the senior studs at the high school and the word was that he had had his share of girls. Buddy stood at 6'2" weighed 180 pounds and had dark hair. He was very fit and blessed with an 8" cock that was often a locker room topic. Jay was a handsome blonde haired boy at 6' tall and weighed 170 pounds. Jay was also very fit and he too had an impressive 7" cock. Doug was also a fit 6'2" and 175 pounds along with dark hair and an above average 7" cock. It was rumored that Jay and Doug knew their way around the high school girls as well.

Marilyn answered the door when she heard the doorbell ring and invited the three boys into her parent's home. They were surprised to see her dressed so formally. Marilyn led the three boys into the kitchen and told them to have a seat at the kitchen table. The boys looked around the house and they were impressed with the décor. Marilyn offered them something to drink but they passed as they were anxious to get started..

"Do you know why I asked you boys here today?" Marilyn asked them.

"I think I do but why don't you tell us," Buddy replied.

"I want to know is if you boys would like to see me naked?" 

"I know you boys think naughty thoughts about me and that sometimes you get erections in class. So I thought that you might like to do the things with me that you think about. Would you?

Buddy was the first to speak, "Marilyn, I would love to see you naked and make it with you and I'm sure Jay and Doug would too."

The boys again nodded in the affirmative and it was clear that they anxious to get started. However Marilyn had plans and she would control the action.

"Now before we begin I want to be clear about the rules. I will tell you what to do and when to do it. If you don't do as I say I will call a stop to everything. Do I make myself clear?"

More anxious head nodding from the boys and then Marilyn went on. "You must not get ahead of me no matter how excited you may become or I will stop where ever we are. Now I think that we are ready to get started so please follow me," Marilyn concluded the instructions.

The three teenage boys followed Marilyn into her bedroom and as they did they watched her ass sway under the tight tweed skirt. Her calves looked great encased in the nylon hose and the boys were anxious to see the rest of her legs. Marilyn had the three boys stand facing her in her bedroom and then the games began.

"Buddy you may remove my necklace and place in on my dresser and then you may unbutton my sweater."

Buddy carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it on her dresser as he was told. Then he moved back to Marilyn and with trembling hands he reached for her sweater and began to unbutton it starting with the top button. Buddy couldn't believe that he was so nervous and that his hands were shaking. He had undressed plenty of high school girls and he had even become adept at unhooking the bra clasp with one hand. However now he could hardly manage the buttons on her sweater. One by one Buddy did manage to unbutton Marilyn's sweater and it hung loosely on her. The boys stared at the first sign of bare flesh peeking through the open sweater. 

"Jay and Doug you may remove my sweater and place it on the chair," Marilyn said softly.

Jay stood on one side of her and Doug stood on the other side. They peeled the sweater down and off Marilyn's arms and placed it on the chair as they were told. The three boys stood there with their tongues hanging out as they gaped at Marilyn's upper body clad only in her bra. It was the first time they had ever seen cleavage on her and they knew that there were great tits under her bra. Her stomach was ironing board flat and her waist was narrow emphasizing her breasts even more.

"Buddy you may take off my skirt now."

As Buddy dropped to his knees his cock got caught in his trouser leg and he had to adjust his pants. Marilyn smiled as she watched Buddy move his erection around so that it stood straight up inside his pants. Buddy then located the zipper and buttons to Marilyn's skirt which were on her hip. Buddy unzipped the zipper and then unbuttoned the two buttons holding the skirt waist together. The skirt was so tight that it stayed on Marilyn's hips even in the unfastened state. Buddy tugged the skirt down Marilyn's hips as he had done so many times with other high school girls. Buddy stared at Marilyn's beautiful legs as he lowered her skirt. It was as if a masterpiece sculpture was being unveiled. Jay and Doug also stared as Marilyn's legs came into view and they both rubbed their cocks through their pants. Marilyn lifted one leg at a time so that Buddy could remove the skirt. Then he stood up and placed the skirt on the chair. The three boys stared at their classmate turned goddess before their eyes as she stood clad only in her bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. 

"Now Jay and Doug you may unhook my stockings and roll them down my legs. I want you to roll them down slowly and I want the three of you to stop rubbing your cocks in your pants. I don't want you to cum in your pants," Marilyn directed.

Jay knelt in front of one of Marilyn's legs and Doug knelt in front of the other. On Marilyn's order they unfastened the stockings from the garter belt and then they slowly rolled the nylons down her shapely legs. In doing so the boys touched her naked skin and they were so excited that they thought that they may actually cum in their pants. Once the stockings were rolled all the way down, Marilyn again lifted one leg at a time so that the boys could remove her stockings completely. They placed the stockings on the chair and then face Marilyn awaiting her next order. Marilyn noticed that all three boys had wet stains on the front of their pants and she was sure it was their pre-cum as they were excited beyond expectations. Marilyn then had Buddy remove her garter belt and place it on the chair along with her other clothes.

"Doug and Jay you may now remove my bra but I want you to slide it slowly down my arms and let the cups fall away from my breasts," Marilyn said softly barely concealing her own excitement at this point.

With nervous hands and trembling fingers the two boys unhooked the bra and slowly moved the bra straps down her arms. As the straps neared her wrists the bra cups pulled away from her breasts and Marilyn's marvelous tits were bared for the boys to admire. Marilyn's tits were firm and they stood out proudly from her chest. Her areoles were puffy and highlighted her nipples which at that moment were fully erect. 

"Oh my God look at those tits!" exclaimed Buddy.

Doug and Jay just stared at the incredible tits before them as they subconsciously continued to hold on to the bra. It was all the boys could do to keep from grabbing her incredible tits and begin sucking on them. 

"Put my bra on the chair boys. Now Buddy you may take my panties off but I want you to remove them very slowly," Marilyn once again directed.

It was all he could do to keep from ripping her panties off. His teenage hormones were running rampant and he was dying to fuck his sexy classmate. However he did not want to run the risk of having Marilyn call an end to their session so he did as he was told. Buddy hooked his fingers into the waistband of Marilyn's panties and slowly pulled them down. As the panties cleared her buttocks, Jay and Doug starred at her magnificent ass. It was perfectly shaped, curvy and round. Buddy fastened his eyes on Marilyn's pussy as he lowered her panties. When it was uncovered Buddy felt his cock throb in his pants. Her pussy was beautiful with neatly trimmed accenting her tantalizing prize.

"Oh man this pussy is beautiful!" Buddy exclaimed in a shaky voice. 

"Buddy, you have to check out her ass. It's amazing!" Doug said.

Marilyn was pleased with the boy's reaction to her stunning body. Although she had heard words like these before, she never tired of hearing them again and again. Buddy pulled her panties all the way down her legs and again Marilyn lifted one leg at a time so that they could be removed. The boys now anxiously awaited her next instructions.

"Buddy, I want you to kiss and lick my vagina. Doug and Jay I want you to fondle my breasts and buttocks," Marilyn told them using the proper words.

Buddy knelt down and buried his face in Marilyn's pussy and began to lick and probe her with his tongue. It was obvious that Buddy had eaten pussy before and Marilyn was glad that she had selected him to eat her. Doug and Jay stood on either side of Marilyn and they both had one of her tits and a cheek of her ass in each hand. Marilyn was amused at their inexperienced hands groping her breasts and buttocks but they excited her just the same. Then Doug took one of her tits in his mouth and sucked on it and gently nibbled on an erect nipple. Jay watched Doug and then Jay copied what his friend was doing. All the while Buddy was exploring Marilyn's pussy with his tongue and fingers. He nibbled on her clit and he probed her pussy with two fingers. Marilyn directed Buddy on how to locate her g-spot and when he did she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would cum.

Marilyn felt that familiar sensation in her loins and she placed her arms around Jay and Doug for support as she announced, "I'm going to cum." 

Buddy grabbed Marilyn by the cheeks of her ass and pulled her close to him. His tongue worked its magic on her clit and Marilyn groaned loudly as he body shook in her climax. Pussy juice flooded Buddy's mouth but he stayed glued to her cunt and drank every drop of her sweet nectar. Jay and Doug had one arm around Marilyn's waist and their other hand each held her breasts. Jay and Doug twirled her eraser hard nipples in between their fingers driving Marilyn wild as she orgasmed. Marilyn thought that she might faint from the intensity of her crescendo but she recovered quickly and stood on her own. The three boys still had their hands all over her body as it seemed they could not get enough of her shapely form.

"That was very good. Now it's time for you to take off your clothes but I want you to leave your undershorts on," Marilyn said in a calm voice now that she was composed again.

The three boys had their clothes off in record time and they stood in their underwear awaiting Marilyn's next command. She looked at the three well-endowed teenagers and smiled at the swelling in their undershorts. She called Jay over and then she knelt down in front of him. Marilyn slowly pulled Jay's underwear down his legs making sure that the waistband caught on his stiff cock. Marilyn loved to see the youthful erect cock spring forward as she pulled the underwear down. Jay's cock leaped out as his undershorts passed over it and it bobbed in front of Marilyn's face. Jay closed his eyes and looked to the heavens as if he was praying. Marilyn lifted one foot at a time as she removed the undershorts from Jay's body. 

Marilyn then lightly ran her hand over Jay's lower abdomen just above his stiff cock. Jay's cock twitched and pulsed as tingling sensations ran through his body. Marilyn knew exactly what she was doing as she teased him. Then she ran her fingertips along the length of the rock hard shaft and tickled the sensitive soft mushroom head of Jay's cock. Jay groaned as she toyed with him and he felt like he would cum just from her touches. Then Marilyn lowered her face toward the youthful cock and ran up tongue up and down the shaft and around the overly sensitive cock head.