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.