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CHAPTER ONEMarilyn Carter stared out the window of the modest two-story house she and Jim had moved into only three weeks ago. It was a beautiful autumn evening, and the trees that lined the street were just beginning to change color; they reflected the setting sun, casting the street in an eerie twilight. She thought of their marriage, and wondered if that wasn't in twilight too.As she turned from the window, Marilyn could hear her husband whistling upstairs as he got ready to go play cards with his friends. A nice way to spend Friday evening, she thought. But, that was the way she had spent the last dozen Friday evenings. She couldn't understand how Jim could lose interest in her so fast. They had been married only fifteen months, and already he had asked her if she was ready to start swinging with some of his friends.She became mad just thinking of it as she heard her husband coming down the stairs."See you later, hon," he called as he went out the front door.Not even as much as a kiss anymore, Marilyn thought. He used to yell if I ever forgot to kiss him goodnight when we were dating. She sighed and thought about the first time he took her out. It was almost a blind date, except that both of them were in the same class together at college once. Then a friend of hers who knew Jim too suggested that they get together. They did, and they went to a campus nightclub that neither of them had been to before. They didn't know what to expect, but they were shocked when the first act was a stripper who peeled everything off.Marilyn leaned back on the couch and began rubbing her breast as she thought of that first night. Jim was such a gentleman that he asked her if she wanted to leave the nightclub as soon as the act was over. At first she wanted to say yes, but he had asked her just as the girl on stage was lifting her leg so the audience could get a good look at her pussy. When Marilyn saw that the girl was shaved between her legs, she became fascinated. Her cunt looked so much fuller and sexier that way, and as she watched the girl walk off the stage with her hips swinging sensuously, she began to feel the first lust she had ever experienced for another woman. Her own cunt was starting to ache with desire, and it was impossible for her to say she wanted to leave now.Instead, she took Jim's hand in her own. "Let's wait for the next act." She smiled at him and rubbed her leg against his under the table. He smiled back and ran his other hand up and down her leg. She was beginning to slouch down in her chair so that he could reach the crotch of her hot pants under the table when the music started again.Reluctantly, Marilyn looked toward the stage while Jim still let his hand caress her smooth thighs. What she saw made her sit upright in her chair. There were two girls on stage now, and they were both nude! If they were naked at the beginning of the act, she could imagine what the act would be like. She didn't have to imagine long, though. The taller girl had long blonde hair that hung around her shoulders and partially hid two large, pointed breasts. The nipples seemed to point directly at Marilyn as the blonde cupped her hands under those breasts and tilted her head back. Then she ran her tongue sensuously over her lips, and spread her legs.When she was in this position, the shorter, dark-haired girl on stage came up from behind and, grabbing the blonde by her long, beautiful hair, pulled her head back even further and kissed her open mouth. Her hand came around the blonde's waist and she slid her middle finger into the other girl's slit, being careful not to cover too much of the thick, blonde pubic hair. They stood like that for several seconds with the blonde's hips jerking forward and back in response to the masturbating finger, then the other girl pulled the blond's hair down hard, and it looked to Marilyn like she would fall.She didn't though. Instead, she demonstrated some good muscle control and caught herself with her hands, so that she was now in a back-arch position with her legs spread wide open toward the audience. Marilyn looked at the pink flesh between the girl's legs, and her hand inadvertently slipped down to her own cunt. Jim was still stroking her thigh, but he couldn't reach her cunt under the table, so she began rubbing it herself.The dark-haired girl, meanwhile, had knelt down and straddled the other girl's face. Marilyn was fascinated as she watched the blonde girl's tongue lick out and disappear into the dark bush between the other girl's legs. At the same time, the dark-haired girl slid a hand over the blonde's breast, down across her smooth stomach, and finally began spreading the thick lips of the girl's cunt. As she exposed the glistening dark hole and the tiny clitoris, she lowered her head over the blonde's left breast and flicked her tongue across the nipple, making it stand up straight and hard. She then switched to the other breast and did the same. She kept her tongue alternating between the two breasts until the blonde began moaning with pleasure. She then began flocking her finger across the girl's clit, and the blonde started to writhe her hips.While Marilyn was focused on the dark-haired girl's actions, she had almost forgotten that the blonde was eating the other girl's cunt. She looked at the girl's pussy, but all she could see was the blonde's chin. It was moving furiously, so she knew that her tongue must be imitating the other girl's finger on her clit.Marilyn wasn't sure she liked the spectacle in front of her-that is, she wasn't sure whether she could morally accept it. Physically, though, there was no question that she had accepted it. Her hand was now inside the tight hot-pants and she had her middle finger buried in her wet hole while her forefinger flicked and rubbed over her clitoris. She was going to cum soon, and she couldn't help it. She had never watched two people of any sex make love together, and the effect of the two pretty girls on stage only twenty feet away, masturbating and sucking each other, was too much for her to stand. She needed release from the fire building in her loins, and in a few seconds she would have it.The two girls on stage were now jerking all over, their bodies straining for fulfillment. Finally, the blonde girl could no longer support her lust-wracked body on her trembling arms, and she lowered herself to the floor. The dark-haired girl must have expected it though, because she followed the blonde's head to the stage, and the other girl's face never once appeared from between her legs. When the blonde was fully extended on the stage, the dark-haired girl slid down her body, grinding her huge breasts into the flesh beneath her. She then grabbed the blonde's legs and spread them as wide as she could, exposing completely the lovely folds of thick, sensitive flesh between them. Then, with her hands still around her legs, the dark-haired girl gently parted the blonde's pussy once again. This time, though, her finger wouldn't do. She lowered her mouth to the top of the girl's mound, and, as groans began to drift from the audience, she ran her tongue down into the wet slit and began laving the girl's clit.Marilyn couldn't stand it any longer. She closed her eyes and stretched her legs wide apart."Oh God, oh God, now, let it come nowwww ... " Marilyn whispered. She strained her ass hard against the chair as her pussy seemed to squeeze like a sponge, flooding her panties with its thick juice. She kept her eyes clamped shut as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body. She was completely oblivious to anything except the continuing contractions of her cunt. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and when the pleasure had finally subsided, she was as limp as a rag. Her muscles felt like they were stretched to their furthest extent and then suddenly released, leaving them totally spent and useless.As her mind began to clear, Marilyn remembered where she was. Did anyone see her? Wait a minute, how about Jim? She was afraid to open her eyes. What would he think of her?When she did open her eyes, she saw that no one could care less what she was doing. As she looked away from the bright stage into the darkness around her, she could see naked bodies all over the floor, twisting together. One couple was fucking right behind her chair. Just beyond them, an oriental girl had her lips around one of the largest cocks Marilyn had ever seen. At the next table she could see a girl stretched across the top while one man was pumping furiously between her spread legs and another was sucking her breasts while she was tonguing his cock.Marilyn closed her eyes and turned her head back toward the stage. When she opened them again and they had adjusted to the light, she could see the two girls still lying in their erotic position. They were obviously well spent, though, because neither of them moved a muscle, and she could see that the blonde girl's pussy was soaked with thick juice. But the sight did nothing to turn her on. In fact, she began to be disgusted. Now that her own needs were satisfied, she didn't want to look at anyone else.Then she thought about Jim again. Quickly she looked across the table. He was slouched down in his chair with his pants around his ankles. His limp cock was drooped across his balls. Her first thought was that he had followed her example and had masturbated, but that was quickly dispelled. She could see no cum anywhere on his stomach or in his hair, and when she leaned over the table to look, she saw that there was none on the floor, either. That was why he hadn't tried to fuck her. He probably didn't even know what she was doing, while all the time some bitch she couldn't see was sucking him off. Of all the sneaky tricks for a girl to play!But why should she complain? She knew what to do when she wanted a cock inside her. This time she hadn't really wanted one: her orgasm was better than a dozen lays she could think of, and she was satisfied. Anyway, there was little she could do about it now. All she wanted to do at that moment was get out of that place before someone she knew recognized her and tried to screw her.She pulled Jim's pants up, but not before she had inspected his cock and balls thoroughly. He was well built, and she was sure he would be a good fuck. She bent her head down and kissed the head of his still-deflating prick, then quickly dressed him. As she was trying to pull him up, he came to."Jim, I want to leave now," she said softly. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up more, then put his arm around her shoulder."Let's go, then," he said, and led her through the writhing and resting bodies that covered the floor.As she was recalling that great nightclub where they went two more times after that first night, Marilyn had unbuttoned the top of the dress she was wearing and pulled out a creamy white breast. She inspected it now as she titillated the nipple with her forefinger, sending shocks of delight through her. There would be plenty of men who would love to suck her tits, and yet Jim hadn't sucked her breasts for months. When they made love lately, and it wasn't often, he would simply mount her and shove his cock into her dry hole, often hurting and humiliating her. The last five or six times they screwed she hadn't even had an orgasm, and it was now over a month since she came.As she was thinking of the last time she made it, Marilyn began to grow increasingly excited. She started to rub her breast hard, dreaming of having a nice hard cock in her; her other hand slid underneath the material of her dress and panties and began squeezing the thick folds of her pussy. She thought of the two girls on the stage at the club and wondered how it would feel right now to have one of their mouths clamped tightly over her pussy, exploring and teasing her while it licked and sucked on her clit till she came again and again. It would be good, she thought, just as it was good now with her own finger bringing her close to the climax she needed so badly.Faster and harder she squeezed her breast and flicked her finger over her clit. She forgot everything that was around her. There was nothing else that mattered except the growing pressure within her loins, pressure that would soon burst out into an orgasm that would be better than anything she ever had before. It was coming soon, very soon, and Marilyn could hear herself moaning far off in space somewhere, reveling in the self-pleasure she was causing.Then, just as the dam was about to burst and flood her pussy with her juices, Marilyn sat up. It shouldn't be like this, she thought. It was different when you had a choice between a prick and your own finger and you chose to masturbate, but she had no choice. She was doing this out of sheer frustration with Jim, and she realized that she couldn't make up for their lack of a good sex life by herself. She needed a cock inside her."What am I thinking?" she asked out loud. "I need Jim, and only Jim." She shook her head in wonder. It wasn't that she didn't like sex-in fact, she loved it. But she swore that after she was married no one except her husband was going to jam his prick into her. So far she had been good to her word."Maybe that's why I'm so upset tonight," she muttered as she looked out at the now dark sky. It was only last week that Jim had asked her to go to a swinging party with him at the end of the month, and she had refused. He dismissed the matter and told her to think about it some more. Now, with the party only a week off, that was all she had been thinking about. She didn't like the idea of switching partners, but it was so long now since she had a good screw, and she didn't want to masturbate, so maybe she should go to the party and see what it would be like. If Jim didn't satisfy her the way she needed, maybe someone else could.Again, Marilyn was disturbed by her thoughts. Even though Jim had become rather cold sexually, he was still a good husband in most other respects.Who am I kidding, she said to herself. "What would I be doing home alone tonight if he was a good husband?"Marilyn got off the couch and went upstairs. Maybe a bath would help her calm down. She took her clothes off and paused to admire herself for a moment in the full-length bedroom mirror. She was still as firm and shapely as when she was first married. Her long brown hair was soft and slightly curled where it hung down on her shoulders. Her breasts were large and full, and the nipples were perfect small red buds surrounded by large, dark circles. She looked at her flat stomach and the thick patch of pubic hair that formed a wedge leading down between her legs. That was what Jim had liked most about her body at first-the large, dark thatch of hair that ran halfway up to her navel. It excited him, he told her, because it made her look wild and uninhibited.Marilyn could see what he meant. The hair was exciting, even to her. She reached down and grabbed a handful and fluffed it up."Oh well," she sighed. "I'm the only one who appreciates it anymore." She turned away from the mirror and walked nude into the bathroom.Just as she was going in, though, the doorbell rang."Who the hell could that be?" she said peevishly. Now that she was ready to get in the tub, someone had to come.She went back into the bedroom, got a robe, then put it on as she hurried down the stairs."Just a minute," she called as the bell sounded again. She opened the door just as she was pulling the robe closed in front of her."Hi, is Jim home?" It was Frank Martin, one of Jim's fellow office workers. Marilyn had seen him several times when she went down to the office, and he had been over to dinner once. He was a little shorter than Jim, but he was much heavier built, and Marilyn always thought he was very handsome. His eyes attracted her most: they seemed mysterious to her. They were deep set and piercing. Marilyn-felt a chill now as her eyes met his and she felt the strange sensation she always did when she looked at him."Hi Frank, come on in," she said as she opened the door further. She closed it behind him and tied the belt on the robe."Jim went to play cards tonight," she said as she led him into the small living room."You're home alone?""Yeah, I'm alone again. What did you want to see Jim about?" Marilyn sat down on the couch and motioned for him to do the same."Nothing important," Frank said as he sat down next to her. "I just thought he might want to work on this one land contract over the weekend. I'd do it myself, but I have to fly to Chicago tomorrow to see another client.""You're going to Chicago for the weekend?" Marilyn asked."Yeah. You want to come?" Frank laughed."I'd love to, but I think Jim might miss me tomorrow at breakfast." She laughed, although she didn't really think it was funny at all. The sad thing was, it was true."What about tonight?" Frank asked. "I'd think he'd miss you a little." He looked at her and smiled. If he had a woman that looked like that, he was sure he would miss her at night.Marilyn tried to smile, but she couldn't. She didn't want to discuss her private life with Frank, but he had come when she needed to say something to somebody. It didn't do any good to talk about it with Jim anymore. All he ever did was slap her on the ass and promise her it would be better the next time, and it never was.Marilyn looked up at Frank. Those dark green eyes of his were staring right into her own, searing them with imagined heat. She wanted to look away, but there was that feeling of lewd excitement stirring within her again. The more she looked, the more excited she became."Marilyn, is there anything you want to tell me?" Frank asked as he took one of her hands. She felt a shock shoot through her body at the touch of his flesh. It was the first time he had ever touched her, and she liked the feel of him, even though it was only his hand."I don't know, Frank," she said softly, looking away at last. His hand felt so good stroking hers that she knew she should take it away, but she didn't want to."Is there anything wrong between you and Jim?" He slid closer to her on the couch and placed his other hand over hers."Yes, you must know there is. You're Jim's best friend-he must have told you something at the office.""As a matter of fact, Jim did mention something to me the other day."Marilyn looked at him. She had thought that Jim might say something to someone, but she never really believed it. At least, she never suspected she would be facing someone to whom Jim had spoken about their private life. It caught her off guard, and at the same time made her furious with her husband."What did he say?" she demanded.Frank remained calm. He certainly couldn't tell her that her husband said she had become a lousy lay, and that he'd rather have someone else go through the routine of fucking her once or twice a week. And he couldn't tell her that Jim had an affair going with the receptionist in the office. He decided to be as gentle as possible with her, because it was beginning to look like she might be willing to screw him if he worked it right."Well," he said, looking down at her leg. The robe had slipped open a little, and he could see a streak of creamy white thigh. She had nice legs, at least. "Frank told me that you two were having some trouble with your-sex life." He looked at her eyes again. They were a pretty shade of blue, but they were dark now."Are you sure that's all he told you?" Marilyn asked. She doubted that Jim would have been so discreet."That's all, except that he asked you to go to a party with him next week and you said you didn't want to go." Frank thought about the party, which he would be sure to attend."He told you about that too?" Marilyn asked angrily. "What did he say about the party? I mean, did he tell you what kind of party it was going to be?"Frank smiled. "You mean did he tell me that it was going to be a sex party? Yes, he told me. What I can't understand is, why would anyone as beautiful as you not want to go?" He hoped the timing was right for the compliment and the invitation to talk some more about sex. She showed him it was."I just don't like the idea," Marilyn said. "Making love with a lot of other people doing it around you just doesn't appeal to me.""Oh," Frank said, trying to sound aloof, "I thought it might be because you didn't want to screw anyone except Jim."Marilyn started at his use of the vulgar word. He was right, though, but how could he have guessed? But then, that was just about the only valid objection anyone could have for objecting to a sex party. She supposed you could always find some privacy if you really wanted it.But what could she tell him now? She didn't want to sound too conservative. After all, just about every girl she knew that was married had screwed someone else besides her husband, and they were never ashamed to tell her about it. Besides, she had fucked at least fifteen different guys before she was married, and everyone considered her quite a swinger- then. What the hell, she could lie a little now."It isn't that. I wouldn't object to having sex with someone else besides Jim. It's just that the whole idea of a party where sex is the only reason you go just doesn't appeal to me." She hoped she sounded convincing, but she didn't think she had."You mean you'd consider having sex with another man if he appealed to you?" Frank asked.Marilyn looked into his eyes again. She felt a strong thrill run through her body. He began caressing her hand as he held it tightly between his."Yes, I think so," she said.Frank needed no other urging. Jim had told him once that Marilyn thought he was attractive, and she had just said she would like to have sex with someone who appealed to her, so why not him? He pulled her to him slowly, staring into her eyes all the time. She offered no resistance as his lips closed over hers. They kissed lightly for several seconds, then he grabbed her head with his hand and crushed his mouth down on hers, spearing his tongue deep within her throat. Her flesh was soft against him, even through her robe, and as their bodies pressed together he could feel his prick stiffen. He was lucky it was pointing up from his stomach, or it might have poked right through his pants.Frank's sudden move had caught Marilyn by surprise, but if she had any objection to kissing him she forgot about it when she felt his thick tongue jab through her teeth and immediately begin flicking against hers. It felt so different, so good to have a man's tongue in her mouth again, playing over her teeth and gums. She began to respond warmly to it; she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth and chewed on it with her teeth. It was heavenly, so thick and wet and alive. She could feel the fire begin in her loins as Frank continued to thrill her with his probing, licking tongue.But his tongue wasn't the only thing Frank had in motion. While they were locked in their deep, wet kiss, Frank managed to push his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies, feeling the firmness of Marilyn's hard young stomach as he did. Finally he reached what he was feeling for. He slid his hand through the loose top of her robe and closed it over a large, smooth breast.Marilyn moaned, her tongue still stabbing at Frank's, and even venturing outside her mouth occasionally to lick at his teeth. His hand felt so good, so ... manly. It wasn't like Jim's feeble squeezes when he condescended to touch her there. Frank's hand was strong, mildly rough, and obviously well practiced at what it was doing. Marilyn writhed her body against his as his hand expertly worked over her breast, massaging it softly, then squeezing hard to send shivers of pleasure racing through her body. His fingers worked the same way on her nipple, rubbing and pinching it until it stood hard and erect, begging for more.Marilyn began to lose all control as Frank's hand left the tit it had been working on and moved under her robe to give the other one the same treatment. Jim can go to hell, Marilyn thought. I've got a real man here, someone who knows how to make a woman feel good. She crushed her mouth even harder against his as she tried to force the thought of her husband out of her mind. She concentrated on those big, beautiful hands on her body, the hands that would soon make her forget that she was married, and remember that she was still a sensuous woman.But Marilyn couldn't forget. Even as she crushed her hips and legs against Frank; she thought about her pledge to herself. She knew he would want to screw her, and it wouldn't be too long if the hardness of his cock pressing into her stomach through her robe was any indication of how ready he was. As much as she wanted his prick between her legs, she still wanted to remain true to Jim.Frank had managed to pull one luscious tit out from Marilyn's robe, and was beginning to break their long kiss so that he could suck on that perfect globe. Marilyn beat him to it though, and as she pulled her mouth from his and sat back on the couch, Frank got his first view of that creamy mound that he was dying to suck into his mouth. It was large and smooth, one of the best tits he had ever seen on a woman, and he had seen enough to be an expert on the subject."Frank, wait," Marilyn said finally when she had caught her breath. She paid no attention to the exposed breast. "I just can't do this. I'm married, and ___""And Jim hasn't fucked you properly in a long time."Marilyn looked at him. "That's right, but, I ... " She couldn't think; she couldn't give him any good arguments why she wouldn't let him screw her because the only one she had was that she was married and wanted to stay true to Jim. But Frank would never take that reason, and neither would a lot of people she knew. What could she say?Frank sensed her confusion. He would have to talk her into it fast, because the longer their bodies were apart, the less aroused she would become, and if he didn't keep her desire at a peak while he was trying to persuade her, he knew she would never willingly let him stick his cock-which was still straining at his zipper-in her pussy.He moved closer to her on the couch, so that his thigh was pressed hard into hers. Sally made no move to resist, because she was still uncertain whether she really wanted to."Look," Frank said soothingly, "you and Jim haven't been making it too good together, if you'll forgive the pun. I'm sure he wouldn't really mind if you took the edge off by screwing me. After all, you're only human, too, you know. You can't go without a good lay any longer than anyone else can." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, and at the same time cupped her breast gently in his hand."Why don't you try it just once? I swear I'll never tell anyone about anything we do here tonight." He began to stroke her breast, passing the palm of his hand over her nipple as he did. He could notice her jump ever so slightly as his hand brushed the little bud. In her eyes there was little to be learned. She seemed to be totally noncommittal at the moment- she was simply staring at the floor in front of her. If he was going to push her over the edge, he would have to do it now while her body was beginning to respond.Frank kissed Marilyn lightly on the neck, pausing for a second to lick his tongue wetly over the soft flesh there. He then lowered his head quickly and closed his mouth over the nipple on that perfect breast. He pulled it gently inside, then began nibbling and sucking on it until it was as hard as it had been before. Again and again he ran his teeth over the stiff tip, and each time he could feel Marilyn jump just a little bit. She was responding, but she didn't want him to know it.She tried to sit still as Frank's tongue and teeth were working on her breast, but she couldn't keep from jerking when he rubbed his teeth roughly over her nipple. It felt so good, so strange, because it had been so long since Jim had done anything like that. Still, she was determined to remain passive as long as she could, letting him try to arouse her with his tongue and hands. In a way, she wanted him to succeed; but in another way she didn't want him to. She wanted to see if she had the strength she thought, she had in her convictions, or whether this man sucking on her breast could arouse her so much that she would beg him to stick his cock in her. He could do what he wanted to her body short of fucking her, but she wouldn't show him any emotion-at least, she would try not to.Frank sensed that Marilyn was going to let him do what he wanted, so he saw no reason in trying to avoid getting at her cunt any longer. As he continued sucking and chewing on her tit, which was becoming red now where he gently nipped her, he slid his hand down the front of her robe. It passed over her stomach, and the firm but pliant flesh he could feel through the material made his cock ache even more, as he wished it were buried right now up into that belly of hers. He paused to rub her stomach lightly, then he continued down her leg, where he parted the robe and began to caress her honey-smooth thighs. They were so hot and supple that he considered having his cock stuck between them, and coming off like that. But that wouldn't be anything like her pussy, and that's what he needed now.As Frank began slowly moving his hand up Marilyn's thigh, kneading and stroking her flesh all the way, he reached up with his other hand and pulled the robe down off her shoulders. It was loose, and it slid off easily, leaving the top part of her body completely exposed. Those two ball-shaped breasts pointed out straight and proud, inviting his mouth to tease and service them. Much as he would have liked to sit back and just groove on those beautiful tits for a while, Frank had more urgent plans. His hand was just now brushing up against the crisp hair lining Marilyn's cunt. He gently pulled her thigh open and clamped his hand tightly over her hairy mound.It was already hot, and as he slipped his middle finger into the slit of her pussy, he found that it was already wet, too. He quickly found Marilyn's clit with his finger and began rubbing it. If that didn't turn her on, he didn't know what would. He continued to rub and flick his middle finger over her swelling clit, while his other fingers were burrowing into the thick folds of pink flesh, separating and massaging them. Finally he shoved his middle finger as far as it would go up her wet, steaming hole.Marilyn grunted quietly. That was good, almost too good to take. Still, she wanted to hold on until the last possible minute before he shoved his cock into her. Then, and only then, would she know for sure whether she would do it because she was hungry for a man, any man, or whether she was strong enough to push Frank away and suffer. As Frank probed with his finger, though, Marilyn was becoming more and more certain which action she'd take.While Frank was enjoying sucking on Marilyn's tit and fingering her cunt, he knew he wasn't doing anything special yet. If he wanted to really arouse Marilyn he knew that he would have to think of something better. He did. He took his mouth off her tit, which was wet with his saliva, and dropped to his knees in front of her. He was struck immediately by the shapeliness of her calf's and thighs, and the large, dark patch of hair between her legs was more than he had ever seen on a woman. His straining prick seemed to stretch even more against the fly of his pants. He had to get it out of there before it burst.Frank looked up at Marilyn. She had her eyes closed, and was resting her head on the back of the couch. For the first time he saw both her huge tits together. They were beautiful, and he had to fight the urge to go back to sucking them. He wondered what Jim could find wrong with her body; it was one of the most perfect ones he had ever seen.Frank stared at those luscious breasts for a few seconds more, then turned his eyes down to the large V of Marilyn's crotch. Her pubic hair was thick, but as he continued to stare at it, he could see the crevice of her mound where it began just above the top of her thighs. He wanted to see more of that slit. First, though, there was another matter to be taken care of. Standing quickly, Frank stripped his clothes off and threw them on the couch. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. It stood out straight and long, a full eight inches of thick-veined meat. The head, too, was large, and the skin was stretched so tight across it that he could see it shine in the dim light of the lamp on the other side of the room. But Frank had no time now to admire his own body. He wanted to see what kind of fucking equipment the naked girl on the couch had.He knelt down again in front of Marilyn. She still had her eyes tightly shut. The sight of this beautiful, completely passive girl sitting there before him, allowing him to feel and taste her luscious body, was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to pull apart those satin thighs and shove his massive cock all the way up her. But he didn't, not yet. He wanted to have her pussy in his mouth first, and he was going to.