Marilyn's Higher Learning

Welcome to what is (or at least probably is) the last installment in the life of the former Donnie Lynn Walker, or as you readers/masturbators know her as, Marilyn. She’s not going to be killed off, but I want to work on this other story line I have in my head. Who knows? Maybe she’ll make a comeback in the new story line. I thank all you loyal fans for following me since the beginning some months back, and I hope you will enjoy the next one. Oh, and this is my story. I retain all rights besides the right to distribute this in digital form over any digital medium for non-commercial purposes. You can’t read this if it ain’t legal in your jurisdiction. Got it. Good. Let’s get on with the show!

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"…Damn Jets, fucking blew the season with that game…WHAT THE FUCK!"

Marilyn fully came to from her semi-conscious rambling in her seat on a Coach bus riding along Interstate 91 to an interesting situation. She looked up to see her sister’s glowing face smiling goofily down on her. When she reached down in her pelvic region, her other suspicion was confirmed; yes, her semi-hard dick was buried balls deep in her sister’s ass.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head!" Sharilynn cooed down on her sister. "And be a bit more quiet. It isn’t exactly standard sibling practice what’s going on here. I see you’ll still pissed about your damned Jets."

"I know. If Vinny didn’t get Tampa Bay flashbacks and the special teams would have fucking showed up, I’d be celebrating a playoff victory. However, by the basis of the dried fluids down there and the fact that I’m waking up inside you, I did celebrate something," Marilyn replied. "That is a weird habit of mine," she thought to herself, "cumming that falling asleep. I need to stop doing that."

"Nah, not really. The ride was getting a bit boring so I decided to take you for a little ride under the blanket we were keeping warm under," shot back Shari.

"Did I make a lot of noise when I came?"

"Nah."

"Good."

"But after you fell asleep, I did ride you, and play with my clit, on my way to another orgasm," Shari giggled back.

"You know, Shari? You’re such the little slut."

"Like you’re any kind of candidate for a monastery."

"Maybe the one from Hot Shots Part Deux where the Buddhist monk took a vow of celibacy just like their fathers!" Marilyn paused to laugh and then said," besides, with boobies like these, not only would a monastery reject me, I’d get WWF moves put on me, like the People’s Elbow, the Stone Cold stunner, that Rikishi shit, what else…"

"The Crippler Crossface…," shot back Shari just before she was lightly bopped in the head with a pale yellow hand. "Hey!" Sharilynn shouted at the seat behind her and Marilyn.

"What the..there you are Kat!" Marilyn responsed to her love tap. She then looked up at the smiling Asian girl and waved at her. "I’m sure glad Ma was able to talk the school into letting her come along on this trip," she thought to herself. "I really do wanna go to college with her, plus I would have missed my little tiny love doll," she said to herself with a chuckle. It was then she noticed that her shirt was unbuttoned and her breasts were pulled out of the cups of her bra. She also felt the call of nature around that same time too.

"Hey, Shari! Could you, er, remove yourself from me? I need to go to the little boys, er, girls, er, you know what I’m fucking talking about room."

"Alright, will do," Shari replied as she eased her sister’s cock out of her asshole. "Remember to button up that shirt, Marilyn."

"True," replied Marilyn as she quickly buttoned up her shirt. As her sister sat back down next to her, she tucked herself up just enough so a noticeable bulge wouldn’t show up in her skirt. She then got up and walked to the seat behind her, where Kat was sitting. ‘You little bitch,’ she playfully mouthed to her, ‘I’m gonna get your ass later!!!’ She then walked on to the back of the bus for the bathroom and took care of business.

***

…Now I'm ready for sleep but first I want spaghetti to eat and it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat…

"Alright, guys! It’s time to get off the bus! Put on your coats and get your bags at the side of the van!"

"Damn," Marilyn swore to herself. "I was just getting into that last Big L song." She then turned to her slumbering sister, poked her in one of her breasts and said to her, "let’s get a move on…We’re here."

"Thanks Marilyn. I needed that."

Marilyn then pulled her headphones off, pulled her jacket from under herself and put the jacket on. She then grabbed her backpack and stepped off the bus, getting her first glimpse at twilight of little Pilgrim State College, tucked up in the Green Mountains of New Hampshire. "Is this New Hampshire or Vermont?," Marilyn thought to herself as she was getting her bag from under the bus. "Like it really matters, though. I saw one too many fucking deer on the way up here. And where are the people? Is this civilization? Is this still part of the United States?" Marilyn then picked up her travel bag, slung it over her shoulder and started the walk from the parking lot to the Admissions Building where she was to meet her host of the next few days.

Brandon Boyd stood waiting in the second floor lounge of the Admissions Building, leaning his massive 6’5" frame against one of the walls. He fished out a small piece of paper with the name of his guest on orientation weekend and muttered the name to himself. "Hmmm…D.L Walker from Bronx, N.Y. Who the fuck he think he is? D.L. Hughley? At least this dude’s a fellow New Yorker though. I wonder if he hangs out on the Ave?"

His thought process was interrupted by the opening of the doors and the rush of uniform- clad high schoolers walking on up. Brandon looked around, looking for prospects to seduce on their first visit to college. On particular girl caught his fancy, with the complexion as dark as his, taller in heels than he was and a body that wouldn’t quit. "Please let me be her host," Brandon thought to herself. "I know that gender is supposed to be matched between host and guest but please…"

"Brandon Boyd!"

"Yeah, whatcha want?"

"Step on up and meet your guest, sir."

He walked, not thinking much about it when he walked up to meet his guest. His eyes bulged out when he saw that the very girl he was checking out was his guest. "You’re…D.L. Walker?"

"That’s just my government name, man. The name’s Marilyn," she replied as she and Brandon knocked fists.

"The name’s Brandon Boyd, senior Biochem major, Hollis, Queens representative and of course, your oh-so-wise host for the next couple of days. Got all your stuff?"

"Yeah, I got everything. Hey, I used to live in Queens back in the day, though I live in the BX now."

"Let’s roll. Thankfully, I don’t live too far a walk from here," Brandon said as he and Marilyn walked down the stairs and out the door. As the two began the short walk over to Brandon’s room, Marilyn began to feel the bite of the New England chill.

"Is it always this cold here man?" Marilyn thought to herself as she stuffed her hands in her pocket and hunched herself over to keep the chill from penetrating her bones.

"Nah, Marilyn. Occasionally, it gets cold enough to have fucking polar bears around!" Brandon joked back. "It’s just one of the oh-so-fun externalities that comes with going to school in the sticks. Oh, here’s my building coming up on the left."

Marilyn took in the sight of the building and noted that it looked like something out of every college movie she’d ever seen. The old brick building seemed well-kept, with the usual decorations, greek letters and the like up in all the windows and some knucklehead blasting Will Smith. "I see people in this dorm have no taste," she thought to herself as Brandon let her in the door. "It’s not a short walk up Marilyn," Brandon said to Marilyn. "Just follow me." She followed her host up the one flight of stairs and the short walk down the hallway to Brandon’s room. When the door was opened, she scoped out the room where she’d be sleeping for the next few days. "At least homeboy has great taste in women," she thought to herself as she saw the posters of women in different states of undress all over the walls. Other than that, it was a typical dorm room, replete with computer, unmade bed and clothes strewn all over the place along with a clearer place for her to sleep.

"Hey, you can drop you stuff over in that corner over there," Brandon said, motioning to a corner opposite his bed.

"Thanks," replied Marilyn as she put down her bags, then took off her bubble coat. She then looked up to look at Brandon to ask him a question about the itinerary when one word crossed his lips.

"DAMN!"

"What’s up?"

"Lemme keep it real. I’ve been checking you out since the second you arrived here. I am very single right now, and I was hoping to hook up with one of the female guests. I just never suspected she’d end up in my room."

Marilyn rightly took this as a cue to flirt. "So you really want me, huh?" she said coquettishly as put her hands on her crotch and ground her hands into her.

"Ya damn right," Brandon shot back in his best imitation of Shaft. Casting his eyes on Marilyn’s chest, he leered, "I see you got some nice tits there, and that you’re all nipped out. Yum!"

"So you wanna see my boobies, huh?"

"Yeah."

"And you really wanna get with me, right?"

"Yeah. Get to the point! I did the same for you!"

"Well, I got three things to show ya first."

"OK, do it then."

Marilyn slowly and seductively unbuttoned her shirt down to her navel. She then stepped over to where Brandon was sitting, pulled her shirt open and squeezed her bra-encased tits together. She pulled on the cups of her bra, then squeezed her boobies together to make them look extra large. She repeated this a few more times until the edges of her areolas were visible. She then pulled the cups of her bra back over her breasts, then backed up a step from Brandon. "Did you like the first two things that I had to show you?"

"Oh yeah. Those are some big ol’ titties you got there!" Brandon replied in his best approximation of a Southern accent.

"Wanna see the third thing I promised?"

"Sure."

"Then close your eyes there, man."

Brandon closed his eyes, thinking to himself "I hope her ass is as good as advertised. I wonder if she’s shaved…"

"Please, please, please let this dude be straight. The last thing I need is to be a rape victim out here," Marilyn thought to herself. She then took a deep breath and unbuttoned her uniform skirt. She pulled down her skirt and panties in one swipe, then pulled her dick out the crack of her ass as she was bent over. As she stood back up, she spread her legs slightly, letting her dick swing through and her balls settle down. She took on last deep breath, then called out to Brandon "are you ready?"

"What else would I be, babe!" Then Brandon opened his eyes.

It took him a full minute for him to regain full function of his mouth. When he did, he pointed in Marilyn’s general direction.

"You got a…a…"

"Yes, I got a dick. And a pretty big one at that, too. Got a problem?"

"Let me get this straight. You’re 17 years old. You’re still in high school. How the hell did you get those tits…"

"It ain’t surgery. This is as silicon-free as they come."

"So how the hell did you get those? And end up hung like Sean Michaels?"

"Well, to make a long story short, hormones. Lots and lots of hormones. I was always interested in getting a girl’s body. The fact that Ma Dukes works R&D at a drug company helps in getting pills and stuff that gives me these," Marilyn replied as she squeezed her boobs.

"That doesn’t explain the other part?"

"Well, the hormones kinda explain that too. Apparently, my body wilded out when I started with the hormones and produced tons of testosterone. However, my bloodstream didn’t let the hormones away from my genitalia and, well, you see the results."

"Yo, could you pull up your skirt? That isn’t exactly a pretty sight there," opined a still- confused Brandon.

"No prob, man. In fact, I was hoping that this display would have this effect on you."

"Whatcha mean ‘have this effect?’"

"Despite what these tits might mean to ya, I’m straight. Very straight."

"I thought all you guys were like the one of the Springer…"

Marilyn cut him off, then curtly replied "Don’t buy the hype. It’s only TV."

Brandon drew a deep breath, then spoke softly, "Look. I’ve had more than enough excitement for the day. Damn, I thought I left all the freaks in the city. Anyway, we gotta go eat at this spot a good 15 minute walk on the other side of campus. Wanna get dressed and put on your coat? We gotta get a move on."

Buttoning up her shirt, Marilyn said, "sure. Gimme a minute to button up my shirt, OK?"

"Alright, man, er, girl, uh..."

"Just say man, OK?" Marilyn chimed in while pulling on her coat. "I might look like a girl, heck, I enjoy having a girl’s body, but I’m a man where it counts OK?"

"Alright," sighed Brandon as he pulled on his coat. He then opened the door for Marilyn, then said "let’s go" as the two walked to their dinner.

***

The next 24 hours seemed to fly by like a blur. After a deliciously catered dinner for the visiting seniors from King of Kings High, designed to impress, all of them went to sleep for what turned out to be a long day. The joys of the college recruiting pitch went at full blast that day. First, there was the oh-so-glorious tour of the borderline-antartic college campus. At least part of the tour was through the school’s tunnel system that just so conveniently happened not to be connected to the part of campus where Marilyn was staying. Then, of course, was the financial aid presentation, which did it’s better to try to obscure the fact that the cost of this school would put most of the visiting students into massive amounts of debt. The whole presentation turned out to be a blur, but Marilyn did remember this one classic line she mouthed over to Kat, ‘Thank God you’re deaf, so you don’t know the depths of which we’re being snowed here.’

After an opportunity to "experience a real meal with the students of Pilgrim State College" (i.e. eat crappy dining hall food at a college student bitch session), Marilyn committed the most atrocious sin of being interesting in studying Biochemistry there. At least she thought it was after making the mistake of making that known in advance. After visit a General Biochemistry lecture where half the class was asleep (and for good reason, since the professor definitely not what one would call electrifying), she had the pleasure of getting a tour of the department and what was alleged to be a talk about the major from that professor. At least that’s what Marilyn thought he was talking about. He tuned him out a long time ago, making noises to pretend she was interested and generally watching the clock. By the time the ordeal was over, it was almost 4 o’clock, and she found her way back to the dorm room where she was staying. One thing she took a note of was the lack of security on her way up to the room. "All someone needs is a Ryder truck on a weekend night, and someone could clean this place out," Marilyn thought to herself. "These people must be nuts!"

As she walked through the door of the room, she saw her host sitting at his computer, going on another one of his common Napster binges.

"Hey Brandon! I’m back!"

Brandon then turned away from the screen of the computer and replied," ‘Sup. What time did you get in?"

"Oh, just now. Whatcha downloading on Napster?"

"About six Love Unlimited Orchestra songs. Ah, the joys of ethernet. How else would I get my ‘70s music fix? So how was your first good peek at what good ol’ Pilgrim State has to offer?"

"It sucks. Too much BS. Plus, I had the pleasure so sitting in on a Biochem lecture. Yay. So fun."

"Tell me about it. I did my time last year, and I can count on one hand the number of hours I was awake last semester." Stopping to think, Brandon then continued, "Yo, whatcha doing tonight?"

Marilyn’s ears perked up, and she replied "nothing in particular? Why do you ask?"

"Just off campus, my boys are having a house party. Wanna roll? It’s starts around 9, which is mad early for NYC standards, but hey, you gotta play by their rules up here."

"Sure, I’m down. I brought some gear up just in case an opportunity presented itself."

"Cool. And one thing….gimme fair warning before you change. I don’t want a repeat of last night, OK?"

"Gotcha man."

***

"Hey, come on through the door, Marilyn."

"Aiight, man," Marilyn replied to her host as she made her way through the basement storm doors as she made her way into the party. As she shed her bubble coat, revealing her pink baby tee and her midriff, she took a moment to survey the smoky, drunken mass of college students grooving to the sounds of what sounded like a decent DJ. "Not bad, especially for up here," she thought to herself. As her eyes got used to the light, she did notice the crowd had, shall we say, more people who can trace their roots to the Caucus mountains. As her mind puzzled over that fact, Brandon chimed in to mention, "look, er, man, I know the crowd’s probably different than the one you’re used to rolling to. However, at least they spend a few extra bucks for a decent DJ, oh so rare around here."

"I’d suppose so."

"Look. My boy’s over there running the bar. Help yourself, man. Meanwhile, I wanna see how many ladies can I freak on the dance floor."

"OK, man," Marilyn replied before pounding fists with Brandon. "Check ya later." After stashing her coat away in a back corner of the basement, she decided to slide over to the bar for a few beers, taking the time en route to check out the ladies scene in the room. "Not exactly a stellar crowd in here," she thought to herself. "But maybe there are a few ladies I can bag with a special assist to good ol’ fashioned ethanol." She was jarred out of her train of thought by the bar pressing square against her back. Turning around, she asked for a beer over the din, and had her request quickly fulfilled. She cautiously raised the cup up to her lips, took a sip, then slammed the cup down in disgust. "Damn, that beer sucks! Well, I didn’t come here for the booze…"

Marilyn then turned her attentions to the females in her presence. As she slowly scanned the room, she didn’t see too many girls that caught her particular attention. However, just as she turned towards the corner just by the bar, she noticed someone that caught her fancy. Tall, blonde and glowing with sweat from the packed crowd, the girl’s lean, long form was propped up against the wall with bosoms heaving within a tightly packed top and abs that seemed to belong on a fitness model. She was thinking was those lips of that girl would do to her when she noticed her sister standing next to the girl.

Marilyn scurried over to the dark corner and shouted out to her sis, "Hey Shari! Wassup!"

"Oh, nothing, fair sis. Probably doing the same thing you’re doing," she replied with a wink. "Besides, it seems that this party is popular with our set. After all, there are five or six other heads from our school here. Oh, lemme introduce this girl here. Marilyn, Sandy. Sandy, my sister Marilyn."

"Hey Marilyn!" Sandy chimed in. "I was just getting familiar with your sister over here." She then reached up to Sharilynn’s head, pulled it down towards her, then kissed Sharilynn hard on the lips, letting her lips part for Sharilynn to slip her tongue in her mouth. She then broke the kiss and continue, "Very…familiar. Say are you two twins Shari?"

"Well, we are fraternal twins. However, there is one key difference that allows you to tell us apart. Marilyn, could you unbutton those jeans for me?"