Watching TV Rots Your Brains Pt. 03

"Oh good grief! It's Brick's," Marilyn giggled. "Go sit down. There's movies on the television. Just hit two and the menu will pop up."

"Amateur, Anal, Asian, what? What kind of movies are these?" Andrea called out as Marilyn paid the gawking delivery boy.

"Oh, good call," Marilyn agreed, seeing a red head with huge breasts being made air tight on the screen.

Apparently, Andrea had selected 'Gang Bang' because the television showed clip after clip of several people joining in carnal pleasures. It took little time for Andrea and Marilyn to polish off a large Hawaiian Island, add jalapenos and a bag of six Brownie Buns with chocolate icing, as well as two thirds of the two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper.

"So, you, you ever been with another girl?" Marilyn softly asked, unbuttoning the top button of Andrea's blouse.

"I uh, yeah, uh, Michelle?" Andrea stammered, then moaned as Marilyn softly kissed her.

Marilyn soon had Andrea nude. She positioned Andrea onto the bed and urged Andrea's legs apart. Kneeling between Andrea's legs, Marilyn brought her mouth down over Andrea's carpet of brown curls.

"Mm, oh, ack, oh God," Andrea grunted as Marilyn drove two fingers into Andrea's pussy.

Marilyn licked and fingered Andrea to orgasm. Backing away from Andrea's clitoris, Marilyn lapped up Andrea's essences.

When Andrea's breathing had returned to normal, Marilyn again began to tease Andrea's clitoris with her tongue. Her fingers of her right hand drove into Andrea's pussy while Marilyn used two fingers from her left hand to toy with Andrea's rectum.

After tonguing and fingering Andrea to a second orgasm, Marilyn slid from the bed. She stood, shrugged out of her dress, revealing her body, nude except for thigh high stockings. She neatly folded the dress and looped it over the back of her chair. She grabbed the remote and switched the television to 'Anal.'

Marilyn was fairly aggressive with Andrea, using a handful of Andrea's long brown hair to pull Andrea's mouth to her hard cock. Andrea did not protest Marilyn's treatment as she swallowed Marilyn's cock.

Within moments, Marilyn pumped a thick stream of semen into Andrea's sucking mouth. Still holding onto Andrea's hair, Marilyn forced her tongue into Andrea's mouth and the two girls kissed.

When her cock was again rock hard, Marilyn positioned Andrea on her hands and knees. She positioned Andrea so that Andrea was watching the television. On the screen, a vacant looking brunette was being roughly sodomized. Marilyn rolled a condom onto her cock and thrust it into Andrea's pussy. As she pounded Andrea's pussy with her cock, Marilyn greased two fingers with gel and began to prepare Andrea for anal sex.

Andrea cried out several times in orgasm. By the time Marilyn filled her condom with semen, Andrea was babbling and grunting, slumped forward.

Watching the obscene images on the television, Marilyn was again hard and ready. She rolled another condom onto her cock, then greased her latex covered dick with gel. Andrea whimpered slightly when she felt Marilyn's cock pressing against her slimy anus.

"Ack, oh, oh shit, stop, stop!" Andrea cried out as Marilyn pushed the head of her cock into Andrea's protesting rectum.

Marilyn had no intention of stopping. Her cock had felt good in Andrea's mouth. Even with a latex barrier, Marilyn had enjoyed fucking Andrea's snug pussy. But, forcing herself into Andrea's hot, tight anal sheath, Marilyn was powerless to halt her progress.

The sight of her two fingers pushing and thrusting and twisting in Andrea's shiny anus had been mesmerizing. The sight of Andrea's anus flowering open, the sight of her cockhead disappearing into Andrea's dark hole, the sight of Andrea's fleshy buttocks framing her cock was beautiful, vulgar, erotic.

"Augh, oh my fucking God, Malone, Jesus, you got to stop," Andrea begged. "Aieegh, please!"

Marilyn heard Andrea's words. But she could feel Andrea pushing back, not pulling forward. And, reaching her hand around, Marilyn felt Andrea's excitement running down Andrea's legs.

"Oh, ack, augh, oh Jesus," Andrea screamed and bucked in orgasm when Marilyn's fingers teased Andrea's clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Andrea panted, pushing back to meet Marilyn's forward thrusts.

After pumping a third load into a condom, Marilyn pulled her cock from Andrea's stretched, raw anus. Laying back against the pillows, Marilyn panted and wheezed. On the television, an Asian woman was masturbating her anus with an impossibly large dildo.

"I, oh man, that, oh my God," Andrea murmured, putting her head on Marilyn's chest.

"Uh huh," Marilyn said, now feeling guilty.

Andrea had asked her to stop. Marilyn remembered Malone asking Tommy Perry, his first sexual experience to stop. Marilyn had not stopped; the feeling had been two exquisite, too enjoyable to stop. The fact that Andrea had orgasmed did not excuse Marilyn's behavior. After all, Malone had achieved ejaculation from the forceful sodomy.

The third condom was used as Andrea bounce up and down on Marilyn's cock. After her first orgasm, Andrea reached between her legs and guided Marilyn's cock to her anus.

"So, I'm see you again?" Andrea asked as they dressed.

"What?" Marilyn asked, guzzling some of the Dr. Pepper from the bottle.

"What you doing tomorrow?" Andrea asked.

"Going out to eat with my family; it's my last night home," Marilyn said.

"I, so, we, we ain't doing..." Andrea gasped, pausing in buttoning her blouse.

"No," Marilyn said softly.

Andrea burst into tears. Marilyn felt a few tears of her own slide down her pretty face as she held Andrea tightly.

Finally, the two left the room; remnants of their supper on the table, three used condoms in the small bathroom's wastebasket. Marilyn left the key card on the low dresser, next to the television set.

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The Mustang chewed up the miles from Myndee, Arkansas to Norwill, Tennessee. On asphalt and concrete, the little pony was right at home. Finding Spring Drive easily enough, Marilyn drove past her drive three times before finally seeing the small mailbox and small numbers.

The Mustang was not designed to crawl upward on loose gravel. Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief when she finally broke into the clearing and saw the beautiful log cabin. The log cabin style garage was separate from the home and Marilyn did not have the garage door remote, nor did she know the code. Wearily, she got out and grabbed one suitcase from her trunk.

Both remotes for the garage were on the kitchen island. The house was bare downstairs and upstairs. Marilyn walked from room to room, nodding in weary determination.

"Good thing I came early," she finally said, and was startled at how thin her voice sounded in the empty home.

If the Mustang didn't like climbing the hill, it certainly did not like going back down. On Spring Drive again, Marilyn called Judy and let her mother know she would have to find a motel for the night; there was no furniture in her home.

"Porterhouse, on Pinhook says they've got the best prices on everything your home needs," Ingalls informed Marilyn.

"They might; but bet you a million dollars they won't deliver tonight," Marilyn said, finding the Hideaway Inn on her phone.

"You don't have a million; Monclaire's just let us know we got both them apartments on Stuffler's Dam," Ingalls crowed. "Oh, and that twelve unit one on West Congress Boulevard."

"Hey! How much, y'all don't have that kind of money," Judy protested.

"Daddy loaned it to Marilyn," Ingalls informed their mother.

"He did?" both Marilyn and Judy said.

After wishing Ingalls, Cassidy and Judith and their mother good night, Marilyn called Blair and let her know she'd arrived safe and sound. The Hideaway Inn was very similar to the Home Comfort Inn in Myndee. Good, clean rooms with no flair, and adult movies on the television.

Porterhouse truly did have everything, even down to towels, plates, cups, and cutlery. Their furniture department was huge, Marilyn was sure she'd not seen the entire showroom by the time she'd finished furnishing her home.

Relinquishing her beloved Mustang was an emotional moment. Marilyn had loved the car, had taken excellent care of the vehicle. But seeing a bubble gum pink Jeep Wrangler did ease the pain somewhat.

Moving in, arranging everything took nearly the entire week Marilyn had allotted herself to becoming accustomed to Norwill, Tennessee. She only had one day to tour the campus and familiarize herself with the layout, where what building was where.

Home on Thanksgiving break, Marilyn and Jerry went out twice. Each date ended up in his bed. He was a skilled and passionate lover and certainly knew how to treat a lady right.

On a whim, Marilyn called Andrea and asked Andrea if she'd like to get a Hawaiian Island, add jalapeno. Andrea agreed immediately and Marilyn drove to her home.

John Tottini answered the door and demanded to know if Marilyn was friends with Nicholas Cohen. Marilyn admitted she'd gone to school with Nicholas, but had never been friends with Nicholas.

"God damn, John, move, huh?" Andrea demanded from behind John.

"I uh, oh!" Marilyn stammered, seeing Andrea's pregnant belly.

"Uh huh, fucking beautiful ain't it?" John snapped.

"Mm hmm," Marilyn agreed, guiding Andrea to her pink Jeep.

From Room 103 in the Home Comfort Inn, they ordered delivery from Brick's Pizzeria. As they waited for the pizza and brownies and two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper to arrive, Marilyn helped Andrea out of her clothes. She then licked and sucked and fingered Andrea to a screaming orgasm. There was a knock at the door just as Marilyn began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Oops! Right on time," Marilyn giggled.

The pizza delivery boy got two tips; three dollars from Marilyn, and a fleeting glimpse of a nude pregnant woman as Andrea scrambled from the bed and dashed for the bathroom. Marilyn firmly closed the door even as the young man tried to poke his head further into the room.

Since pregnancy was no issue, Marilyn did not bother rolling a condom onto her cock. Sinking her erection into Andrea's dripping pussy, feeling the hot, wet flesh wrapping around her cock, Marilyn knew it would be hard to put a condom on the next time she found a female willing to have sex with her.

Anal sex without a condom was even more intense than vaginal penetration without a latex sheath. Marilyn actually screamed and blacked out as she pumped a hot load of semen into Andrea's quivering, clutching bowels.

Andrea giggled as they lay on the bed, limbs wrapped around one another. She kissed Marilyn passionately, then put her pretty head on Marilyn's chest.

"Know, Nicholas tried get me let him fuck my ass," Andrea giggled. "But so far? You the only one ever been up the old Hershey Highway."

"Ew, God, that, don't call it that," Marilyn shuddered. "Ack! Makes it sound so disgusting."

Marilyn gently roused Andrea an hour later. With soft kisses and touches, they dressed again. Andrea let a few tears slide as Marilyn kissed her in parting.

"Hope it's a girl," Marilyn said softly, rubbing Andrea's belly.

"Yeah, me too," Andrea said, wiping at her tears.

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Neither Mitchell Jr. nor Judith knew what Christmas was and neither child understood what all the fuss was about. But Seth, Judy, Blair, Cassidy, Ingalls, Mitch and Marilyn went overboard on the two infants. The Christmas tree in the corner was dwarfed by the mountain of gaily wrapped presents.

Jerry Quentin was apologetic, but could not tear himself away from the service bay or the sales floor of Quentin Ford until after the New Year. Andrea could not, would not see Marilyn.

"It, it's just too hard," Andrea quietly confessed. "Every time we, every time we're together, it, it kills me see you leave."

But..." Marilyn tried to protest, but heard the three beeps that let her know the call had been terminated.

On a whim, Marilyn stopped by Micklewhite's Deli & Meat Market for a sandwich. Forsythe was surprised to see Marilyn standing at his cash register, ready to pay for her pastrami on rye and a sweetened iced tea.

"Thank you, come again," Forsythe said when he delivered her sandwich to her table.

"Doing anything after you get off?" Marilyn asked quickly before Forsythe could dash away.

"Yeah," Forsythe sighed. "Going back to my shitty little dump and staring at the four walls."

"Need a ride?" Marilyn smiled.

"Know what? It's pretty cold out there," Forsythe agreed, smiling.

In his apartment, Forsythe was enthralled with Marilyn's 33C breasts. Marilyn giggled as he bounced them in his hands. They kissed a few times, Forsythe's hands firmly on her breasts.

After sixty nine, Marilyn did not allow Forsythe any time to reflect on the fact that he'd sucked a dick and swallowed a load of semen. Marilyn again sucked Forsythe to another erection, then slid a condom onto his thick cock.

"Okay, Lover Boy, you need to fuck my hole," Marilyn ordered, handing him the tube of lubricant.

Marilyn always welcomed that first stab of pain from anal intrusion. The latex sheath did squash the flared head of Forsythe's cock, did taper the man's cock somewhat. But his clumsy thrusts and pokes and prods pleased Marilyn. She thrust her hips back to meet Forsythe's forward momentum.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Forsythe panted, hands squeezing Marilyn's breasts.

"Oh, oh yes," Marilyn cried out, pumping her semen into the cupped palm of her hand.

"Oh sweet Jesus," Forsythe repeated, then grunted as he filled his condom with semen.

Marilyn declined to stay the night. While the sex had been enjoyable, the surroundings depressed her. And the fact that Forsythe had barely said three full sentences since they'd entered the tiny little apartment also bothered Marilyn.

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Marilyn drove home to Myndee at the beginning of her nine day summer break. She'd enrolled in summer classes; hoping to graduate at the end of the fall semester.

While she was home, she did attend the small wedding of her mother and father. She celebrated her nineteenth birthday, being a few days too late to celebrate Blair's twenty eighth birthday. She also had to return to class before Judith's one year birthday, or Mitchell Jr.'s birthday. But, rubbing Cassidy's slight bulge, Marilyn said she hoped to be home for the birth of Cassidy's second baby.

"So, ask her who the daddy is," Ingalls said.

"Hmm? Y'all, y'all don't know?" Marilyn asked, surprised.

"Of course I know," Cassidy insisted. "I just don't feel like telling any of y'all."

"It's probably Coach Emory," Blair said.

"Oh! You are just so wrong!" Cassidy squealed. "Oh my God; that man is so disgusting!"

"No, no, it's Mr. Abadie," Marilyn joined in. "Wait, he, he's got to be in his mid-hundreds by now. Cassidy? He too old to get it up?"

"Probably," Cassidy smirked, slapping Marilyn's arm. "How would I know?"

"Oh my God; it's Mr. Houston!" Ingalls squealed.

"Who?" Blair and Marilyn asked.

"Who?" Cassidy squealed.

"Mr. Houston, Mr. Houston. The janitor? Remember him?" Ingalls chortled, enjoying Cassidy's consternation.

"Ingalls!" Blair and Marilyn squealed, laughing.

"They're called custodians now," Mitch supplied.

"Hey, Cassidy, he take the cigar out his mouth when y'all making out?" Ingalls continued with her taunting.

"Mother; I'm going kill Ingalls," Cassidy called out.

"Well, just clean up when you're done," Judy said, carrying a suitcase through to the garage.

"Shovel's in the tool shed," Seth said, carrying a second suitcase. "We'll call when we land in Hawaii, okay?"

"Well, Ingalls won't get buried them," Blair said. "'Cause Cassidy will never go in there to get it."

"I'll get it," Mitch volunteered.

"Gee, thanks; you used be my favorite brother in law," Ingalls said.

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Developing a business," Professor McLean said, striding back and forth along the edge of his platform. "Firstly, there must be a need for that business. This need may be real, or manufactured."

Marilyn immediately thought of Logan Property Management. At present, she owned seven apartment buildings in and around Norwill County. Two of her properties were in Pudryss County, both on Stuffler's Dam. In total, she had forty units and Logan was doing their best to nickel and dime her into poverty.

"Sixty dollars a month? To cut the grass at West Congress?" Marilyn grimaced.

The patch of grass in front of the twelve unit building at 2114 West Congress Boulevard was roughly twelve feet long by two and a half feet wide. And Logan had this strip of grass cut every other Thursday at thirty dollars each time.

A toilet at 1217 Stuffler's Dam had clogged. Logan charged Marilyn eighty dollars to send a plumber out, plus sixty dollars for Robert to take a snake and run it down the toilet to clear the child's doll. Straddler's Exterminators went out once a month and Logan charged Marilyn thirty five dollars per unit.

"Yes sir, there's a need," Marilyn thought.

Rapidly typing in her laptop, Marilyn calculated she should be receiving fourteen thousand, three hundred and twenty five dollars for her forty units, when Logan's management fees were deducted from the nineteen thousand, one hundred dollars total. But, so far, the largest check she'd received had been for eleven thousand eight hundred and for dollars and nineteen cents. Logan always provided her with an itemized bill, but the charges for each item of service, on top of the exorbitant management fee they charged on top of the other charges rankled Marilyn.

"So, your assignment, worth seventy percent of your grade, yes, you heard correctly, seventy percent of your grade is to develop a business plan. I want feasibility studies, I want projected start-up costs, employment projections; even a one-man operation needs an employee and that employee must be paid," Professor McLean continued.

"Logan, your services are no longer required," Marilyn thought as she began compiling a list of service companies and personnel in and around the area.

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"So, Marilyn, how's your project coming? Marilyn, yoo hoo, Marilyn," Suzy called out as Marilyn watched Theresa Long walk to the soda fountain.

The short Asian-American woman's long black hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. As she scampered, the ponytail swished back and forth, giving Marilyn tantalizing glimpses of the waitress's cute little backside encased in the stark white bikini briefs.

"Hey Marilyn, I'm pregnant," Fats said.

"Hey Marilyn? I'm the father," Suzy said.

Marilyn watched as the smiling girl brought the three drinks to the table. Marilyn could just make up the girl's small egg shaped breasts underneath the tight tee shirt, was sure she could see the girl's dark brown areolae in the harsh fluorescent lighting in the building.

"So, know what y'all getting today?" Theresa asked, placing the beverages onto the table.

"Fried chicken," Suzy ordered. "Potato salad."

"Yes ma'am," Theresa said. "Ma'am?"

"Pulled pork, beans, and the fried pickles," Marilyn ordered.

"Oh! I love those," Theresa agreed, smiling at the beautiful red head. "I'd never even had fried pickles before? But I'm working here? And I asked Miss Debbie I could have one? Oh my God, it was so good."

"I know, right?" Marilyn agreed, giggling.

"Um? I want pulled pork? No, no sides," Fats ordered.

"I, damn, I ain't never seen you like that before," Suzy commented as Marilyn lost sight of Theresa as the waitress disappeared into the kitchen.

"I, Jesus, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as her before," Marilyn confessed, turning her attention to her companions.

"And for dessert? It's a warm blackberry cobbler? Big old scoop of vanilla ice cream melting all over it?" Theresa said as the trio were nearing the end of their meal.