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		The Story Of Marilyn
 
 
    Life as a hospital orderly can be tough.  I work on the
cardiac ward, where our elderly clients always seem to be
checking out on us.  I'm still quite young and their deaths hit
me hard.  I live alone; my parents are in Winnipeg.  Montreal is
a lonely city for me.
 
    Bertha is an 87 year old European grandmother on my ward. 
Her children and grandchildren always visit her.  She is very
friendly and animated.  Everyone on my ward loves her,
especially the nurses.  She's always making funny jokes, always
has a nice word to say.  She is a pleasure to take care of.
 
    I'm making my rounds as usual.  Cleaning bedpans.  Moving
patients to Radiology.  From Coronary Care.  To Physiotherapy. 
Boring work.
 
    I'm returning with a patient from the Dietician when the call
goes out.  We have another Code Blue on my ward.  I rush to the
scene.  Usually the doctors give me samples to take to the labs. 
I'm quick on my feet, and I know the hospital layout well.  I

get to the room.
 
    Oh-my-gosh-it's-Bertha!
 
    It looks real bad.  She isn't going to make it.  The doctors
are barely working on her.  They've already given up.  I feel
tears come to my eyes.  My vision blurs a little as the tears
run down my cheek.  Someone gently squeezes my shoulder.  I
turn my head and see the head nurse standing next to me.  Her
hand is on my shoulder and there are tears in her eyes too.
 
    I force a smile.  Marilyn, the head nurse, is really
wonderful.  She's in her early forties, but still has great
looks.  She lost her husband last year, and since then she's
been under a lot of stress.  Sometimes we eat lunch together at
the cafeteria.  We just talk.  It's always idle chatter, but her
eyes have told me that she's lonely too.
 
    Today Marilyn's eyes tell me something different.  She's in
pain.  She loved Bertha, and the elderly lady's sudden passing
is a shock.  Marilyn fights against the pain.  She wants to do
something about it.  But how do you fight Death?  How do you
show Death that you're in control?
 
    Together we watch the final moments of Bertha.  Our beloved
little grandmother dies at 4:35 PM, of a stroke.  Some of
Bertha's family are here.  I always feel so stupid when someone
dies.  Like it's my fault.  They're looking at me with
accusatory stares.  Or are they?
 
    Marilyn and I return to our duties.  Only 25 minutes until
our shifts are over.  I don't feel like doing much, so I work
hard at looking busy for the next half hour.  I'm inspecting a
wheelchair out in the hall when I feel a presence behind me.  I
turn around, and Marilyn is there.
 
    "It's ten past," she says, "do you want to drop down to the
cafeteria for a coffee?"  Her voice sounds a little strained. 
She looks nervous.  For once, I can't read her eyes.
 
    I agree, and we grab a coffee at `The Caf'.  I order some
jelly rolls for the two of us, and we sit down.  For a long
while neither of us says anything.  She looks so attractive.  I
feel a need to wipe out the memory of Bertha's death.  I feel a
need for Marilyn.  I wonder what she feels?
 
    Our conversation is jittery today.  Almost like two
highschoolers going out for the first time.  She asks me if I
have someone to go home to.
 
    "No," I respond, "but I wish I did."
 
    Marilyn puts her hand on mine and squeezes it.  "My home's
just a short walk from here," she says, "why don't I make you
dinner."
 
    I smile. "I can't think of a single reason why not."
 
    Marilyn and I walk together to her place.  I've never been
there before.  Oh, I've thought about it certainly.  As I've
said, Marilyn is a wonderful person.  And I like older women. 
On the way there we're both very aware of each other's presence. 
It creates an exciting tension between us.
 
    She lives on the second floor of an old duplex, with a narrow
stairway leading up.  I ascend first, but halfway there I
realize that Marilyn, not I, has the key.  She is right behind,
so I let her pass ahead of me.  We are facing each other as she
brushes past.  The narrowness of the stairs forces our bodies
together.  Her soft body slides by mine, and I feel her warmth. 
A hotness flows through my groin.  Marilyn looks back, and
notices the swelling in my pants.  She gives me a big smile.  My
baggy orderly pants look like they've been starched by someone
with a real sense of humour.
 
    Marilyn turns and continues up the stairs.  I'm a little in
back of her,  watching her wide hips and generous thighs as she
climbs stair by stair.  I'm enjoying the experience of
undressing her in my mind's eye.
 
    Marilyn opens her door and enters.  I'm admiring the view
from below, and have fallen behind.  Now I rush to catch up and
as I spring into the vestibule, I almost knock her over.  We're
standing with our bodies pressed together, and our lips meet for
the first time.  A gentle, tentative kiss.  Then a moment's
separation.  The next kiss ignites a blaze of passion within us. 
Our mouths become as one, and our tongues meet with great
urgency.
 
    I start to caress Marilyn's back, quickly bringing my hands
down to her buttocks.  I press her firmly against my groin.  She
lets out a little gasp, and breaks our embrace.  The front door
is wide open!  Marilyn has noticed some kids watching us from the
street.  She goes to the door, and flings it shut.
 
    I grin sheepishly and say, "Sorry about that.  Now where were
we..."
 
    "I believe the monsieur was going to carry me to our
bedchambers."
 
    I place my hands behind Marilyn's shoulders and buttock, she
leans back into my arms.  I lift her, bridal style.  Thank-you
God for endowing me with strength, for Marilyn is a fully
developed woman.  "Kindly point the way my lady," I say once she
is comfortably positioned.
 
    With Marilyn's finger leading me onwards, I carry her to the
bedroom.  I place her gently upon the bed's edge, and kneel down
on the floor beside her.  I gently begin stroking her hair, and
caressing her face.  She smiles at me, leans forward, and we
start a long, deep kiss.  Someone has turned up the oven under
my groin.  I move my lips across her face.  I pepper her cheeks,
eyes, and forehead with kisses.  I work my way down to one ear,
and begin to suck and nibble at the lobe.  I almost catch my
tongue on her little stud earing.  Got to be careful there!  My
tongue journeys into her ear and I cover it in wet kisses.  This
gets Marilyn aroused, she gasps and moans with pleasure.
 
    She moves away from the edge, and I sit next to her on the
bed.  I give her mouth a quick kiss, and rapidly my lips travel
down to her chin, then neck, and finally to the start of her
uniform.  She unbuttons the upper part and I reach around back
and unclasp her bra.  I hold one of her well formed breasts in
my hands, and suck and fondle the nipple with my tongue.  I let
go of the breast, and press it against her chest with my mouth. 
I open my mouth wide, taking in as much of it as I can, licking
and sucking furiously.
 
    Marilyn is writhing in ecstasy.  She lifts up her skirt,
removes her pantyhose, and slides her fingers underneath her
panties.  She fondles her clitoris with one hand, and drives her
fingers up and down her love tunnel with the other.  Marilyn's
hands are now dewy wet with her own love juices.
 
    I lift myself from her breasts, and move down to sit between
her legs.  I take her hands in mine, enjoying the savour of her
lubricating juices.  I lick and caress her fingers with my eager
tongue.  Finally, I slide Marilyn's panties down her legs, and
plow my face into her pussy.  Her excitement mounts.  I ram my
tongue deep into her love hole.  Creating suction with my mouth,
I vigorously massage her clitoris and pussy lips.  I suck all
those love juices off of her delicious pinkness.
 
    Marilyn's gasps build to a crescendo.  She looks down at me,
and sees my face pressing against her love area.  She grabs my
hair in her hands, and forces my head hard against her clitoris. 
She quickly peaks, I feel her clitoris jerk back, and the walls
of her love cave shudder.  I mercilessly continue nibbling and
sucking at Marilyn's love knob.  Her gasps rise in intensity
once more, and I feel her whole pussy quiver as she plateaus yet
again.  By now her breathing is laboured.  Her thighs come
together in an attempt to fend off my probing tongue from her
pussy.  Again I bring my tongue down against her clitoris. 
Marilyn uses her hands to press my face against her groin.  She
lifts her hips upwards, grinding them against my mouth.  She
gives one final wail of ecstasy, before letting go of my head.
 
    I crawl over to lie beside Marilyn.  She gives me a soft
smile of satisfaction.  I haven't yet had a chance to cum, but
Marilyn looks really beat.  I can wait until later, and besides,
I really enjoyed watching Marilyn get off the way she did.
 
    I stretch out on the bed, and take Marilyn's hands in mine. 
I gently tug at her, so that she rolls over to lie on top of me. 
We rest for a while in that position.
 
    I fall into a deep sleep.  I'm out for I don't know how long. 
After a while, I dream about lying in a tub of warm soothing
water.  I'm being bathed by a dozen love servants, each with a
soft sponge.  They're all sponging me down with the water, my
body is surrounded by warmth.  The exciting, pungent smell of
love fills the air.
 
    I awake to find myself totally naked.  Marilyn is dressed
only in a white silk blouse.  There is nothing underneath.  She
has moved to my genitals, and is gently massaging my balls with
her tongue.  It seems that Marilyn has been busy while I was
asleep!  What a pleasant way to wake up, it sure beats the buzz
of my alarm clock.
 
    Marilyn notices that I've come awake, and playfully pulls at
my pubic hair with her teeth.  She takes each ball into her
lovely mouth, and slides her tongue over and around them.  I moan
with satisfaction.  She begins to tongue my balls with increasing
passion.  "Oh God, I want to cum already," I exclaim.
 
    Marilyn brings her mouth to the head of my penis.  She slowly
works her tongue over it, covering its eager tenderness with her
saliva.  I yell, "Please Mari, make me cum!"
 
    Marilyn ever so slowly inches her mouth down my erect love
stem.  She goes about two inches, and then backs off.  Then she
comes back down, a little further this time.  I just can't stand
it anymore.  I lean forward, and take Marilyn's head in my
hands.  I push her mouth down hard and deep.  Her lips touch the
base of my penis, her mouth and throat are filled with it's
body.  I pant and scream as Marilyn slides her lips and tongue
up my love stem... and then rams them back down to the bottom. 
Over and over.  I so much want to cum in her mouth.  I feel
myself rising to orgasm.  I let the pressure build up within my
penis until it's almost unbearable.  With one last yell, I slam
my bulging member deep into Marilyn mouth, and explode within. 
My cum pumps out in spurts, going straight down Marilyn's
throat.
 
    Marilyn frees her mouth, and catches her breath.  I am pretty
breathless myself.  We just look at each other for a while,
appreciating each other's bodies.  Soon the heat builds in my
groin again.  "I really want to slide into you.  I want to put
myself deep within you," I tell her.
 
    Marilyn's eyes signal that she is ready too; I move towards
her.  She lies down on her back, and I shove my face deep into
her pinkness.  I ram my tongue far inside her love tunnel,
tasting those lovely juices.  I suck and nibble at Marilyn's
clitoris, and press down with my face hard against her groin. 
Marilyn groans and lifts up her thighs to expose more of her
erogenous zone to my probing tongue.  I mercilessly grind my
mouth against her love area, she pulls her thighs back further
and screams in ecstasy.  I drive my tongue deep inside, and feel
her vaginal muscles clench around it.  Her love tunnel quivers,
she inhales sharply and slams my face hard against her pinkness
with her hands.
 
    My penis is literally purple with excitement.  Only two
things can diffuse it now: Marilyn, or the bomb squad.
 
    Marilyn's thighs are still raised.  I'm on my knees,
positioned between her legs so that we can come together.  I
gently enter her with my swollen member.  I've got a perfect
view.  I can see my penis push aside her vaginal lips.  My love
stem slides its way in.  I watch in fascination as her love
tunnel opens wide to receive it.  I slide my penis back out a
little; it's glistening with Marilyn's abundant love juices. 
This sets me into a fever of passion.  I cram my entire length
into her.  Marilyn arches up her groin and thighs, and screams
with pleasure.  I drop on top of her, and begin to fuck her
madly.  I pour all my energy into sliding in and out as fast as
I can.  Marilyn wraps her arms around me.  I continue pumping. 
In.  Out.  In.  Out.  Marilyn digs her nails into my back and
starts biting at my ears.  With her mouth against my ear, I can
hear her shouts and gasps with special closeness.  This eggs me
on as I push my endurance to the limit.  In.  Out.  Faster and
Faster.  Animal rhythm.  Heat.  Touch.  Smell.  Pain.  Orgasm. 
Both of us climax together in an explosion of colour.
 
    We're both spent.  Our arms are clasped around each other. 
Marilyn's legs embrace my torso.  My exhausted love stem is
still within her.  We remain in this position for a long time. 
I spend the night with Marilyn.
 
    I awake before dawn, and to my surprise we are still
connected.  My penis is no longer within her pinkness, but we
are still in love's embrace.  I give her a little squeeze.  She
lets out a soft tiny moan, like a kitten.  I massage her scalp
and run my fingers through her hair for some time.  Her soft
moans continue, and I rest my head against her chest.  I can feel
her heart beating and the tender warmth of her breasts.  After
a while she lifts her head and I can just make out a smile in
the darkness.  She brings her face up to my ear, and begins to
suck noisily at its insides.  I grasp her body tightly, and my
penis stiffens against her.  We roll over, so that now Marilyn
is on top of me.  She fumbles a little with trying to get my
penis inside.  I suggest that I, while on top, enter her and then
we can roll back over.  We perform this acrobatic maneuver
flawlessly, like two F-16s at an air show.
 
    Once I'm inside Marilyn, our mutual excitement builds fast. 
She brings her body down hard against mine, and I plow deep
within her pinkness.  She grinds her groin into mine.  I respond
by pushing my thighs upwards.  We meet under fierce friction. 
I'm throbbing with pleasure.  Marilyn is pumping up and down with
wild abandon.  I clasp her buttocks, digging my fingers in, and
driving myself still deeper into her.  We're both panting and
groaning like animals.  Our pubic regions slam together again
and again.  I feel Marilyn's pussy walls stiffen against my
penis.  She's gasping for air, she inhales sharply, and screams. 
I feel her love tunnel shudder and shake.  I continue to thrust
upwards.  Marilyn comes crashing down on me.  It feels like our
genitals are on fire!  I cram myself deep into her.  My hands
are tightly grasping her buttocks, grinding our erogenous zones
together.  I feel the pressure in my penis starting to mount.  I
have to cum.  I hold it in. The pressure builds.  Marilyn wraps
her arms tightly around me, pressing her lovely breasts into my
chest.  I let out a wail of ecstasy as I slam deep inside of her
and release my load.  I feel Marilyn quiver with passion.
 
    Now that I've cum, I'm rapidly losing momentum, but I
continue to thrust upwards in hopes of bringing Marilyn to
another orgasm.  She throws herself down on me with all her
might.  Again and again.  Just when I think I can push no
longer, I feel her vaginal walls vibrate massively.  It's like a
mini earthquake, with aftershocks continuing for a good ten
seconds.  Marilyn and I are both shaking with exhaustion and
joy.  She actually begins to cry a little.  I can't believe it. 
Right now I feel in love.  On top of the world.  I know it's
childish, but God it feels great.
 
    We hold each other for a while.  We're both hot, tired,
hungry, and covered in sweat and spent love juices.  If this is
heaven, then give me more of it.  After a while, I suggest that
a shower and some food might be in order.  Neither of us has
eaten since yesterday afternoon's jelly rolls, and we've
`worked out' more vigorously than Olympic hopefuls.
 
    We take a shower together, but with no hanky-panky.  We're
just both too tired.  Marilyn takes two steaks out of the
freezer, and pops them into the microwave.  In a few minutes we
sit down to a hearty steak and eggs breakfast.  The sun is just
beginning to come up.  Both of us decide to call in sick.  It's
going to be a beautiful day.