All the men who know her, especially myself, describe Marilyn Malone as a big, beautiful woman. The description is highly apt, because she is close to six feet tall, with long brown hair and a broad face with generous features. Her body is big too, with succulent breasts and a gorgeous ass. She has what I like to call "a womanly figure," although fashion designers and a few other simpletons might call her fat. All in all, no straight man, except somebody who eschews casual sex for one reason or another, or prefers women who resemble Twiggy or Ally McBeal, would turn down a chance to eat her pussy and/or fuck her in one of the three different places where she loves frequently having a stiff cock. Fortunately for straight men in general, Marilyn almost never turns down a chance to have those fun things done or to do them.
She's in her late thirties, at the peak of her sexual needs, gets horny often, and knows what to do about it. She calls me and tells me what her wants are, and I get at least one other man to go to her apartment with me to attend to them. Just last Saturday morning, I got one of those phone calls, and she let me know what she wanted. There's nothing coy about Marilyn; she believes in being forthright, especially regarding something as important to her as sexual satisfaction.
"George, I need you and one of your horny friends to come over here and take care of something I need."
"Of course, Marilyn. Always glad to help a lady in need. What do you have in mind?"
"I need you to eat my pussy, of course, and I need you and another guy to fuck my ass and pussy. You know how much I love being the middle of a sandwich. I'll think of something else when you're here and let you know."
Being Saturday, the first person I called was Frank, an athletic young man with blonde hair, green eyes and what seems to be a permanent hardon. He really likes going with me to see women such as Marilyn and to take care of their wants and needs, so he's usually the man I call first. He was in, and eager to do what I had in mind, so I went to his apartment to pick him up and take him to Marilyn's comfortable flat.
I rang the front doorbell and, a few seconds later, I heard the faint sound of a peephole being opened inside. We knew the lady of the house was checking us out, and we apparently met with her approval, because she opened the door, just wide enough for me to slip into the front room, followed by Frank. The room was dark, with all the blinds down, but there was enough light that I could see the reason Marilyn wanted to be sure to see whom she was letting into her house. She was completely naked and standing a few feet away from me with her arms open, waiting for a hug.
She didn't have to wait very long, because I gathered in the voluptuous armful, relishing the feel of her erect nipples through my shirt. We kissed, and there was nothing coy about that either; Marilyn's tongue was thrust deeply into my mouth before I could gain an entrance into hers with my own. While we kissed, I ran my hands over her provocative figure, thinking about how some men were foolish enough to prefer skin and bones, rather than the lush, warm curves of a real woman, such as the one I was embracing that day. When I broke off the kiss, Frank's arms and mouth, including his tongue, replaced mine.
"I really need you guys, George," she told me when her mouth was able to speak and she was leading us to her bedroom.
"It's nice to be needed," I told her, "particularly since we expect to get almost as many jollies today as you."
Frank agreed whole-heartedly, especially when Marilyn opened the door to her bedroom and turned on the light. She has a queen-sized bed, which we already knew, but it had been freshly made with just a pink, fitted bottom sheet and four pillows, also encased in pink. She went to the bed and lay on her back, slipping one pillow under her head and another under her ass as she waited for us to get ready. Being completely naked, she wanted us to be equally bare and, a minute after we entered the bedroom, her wish became a reality.
I lay on one side of Marilyn and Frank lay on the other, and either of us took a succulent breast in his hands and started to lick the large, dark pink nipple. She had already been sexually turned on when we arrived and, in less than a minute, Marilyn was cooing happily and her body was squirming under us. Her pussy was already starting to lubricate, and I could smell the delightful aroma of her juices. Caressing and sucking her breast was a lot of fun, but I was well aware that doing the same farther down her body would be infinitely more.
I kissed her nipple goodbye and started kissing and nuzzling and sucking my way down her soft, round belly, loving the way she felt under my mouth. There may be something to be said for six-pack abs but, when it comes to what I was doing then, soft flesh is far more interesting. I stopped to swirl my tongue in her navel, and I heard Marilyn giggle and felt her hands on my shoulder pushing me in the direction she wanted me to go. The luscious breast I had been worshipping would not be lonesome, because Frank had already started to alternate his oral attentions between it and its lovely twin.
I stopped when I reached her Mount of Venus and got off the bed to go around and get back on at the foot. Marilyn couldn't see what I was doing with Frank in the way, but she felt the bed shaking when I climbed back on and started approaching on my knees. She raised her legs; I ducked under them to wrap my arms around her thighs so my fingers met on her mons and I gazed raptly at the enticing pussy inches away from my face.
In anticipation of our visit that day, Marilyn had shaved herself there, so the soft, creamy skin was ultra smooth, and I knew it would be highly sensitive too. From her healthy lust, both inner lips were blossoming through her wet slit, and I reached down to gently pull apart the edges of that precious orifice. The lining was pink, and shiny with her nectar and, even better, a cloud of fragrance arose from the opening to please my nostrils. A few drops of the liquid producing that heavenly scent had trickled out onto the insides of her thighs, and I leaned down to lick them off. They were delicious, tasting even better than they smelled, as I knew they would.