Marilyn Finds the Proof Too Late
"Oh wow," Marilyn murmured, her voice a breathy giggle and her fingers tracing their way through her furry bush to tease her slick pink labia. "Like, listen to this, Rich. 'G-goo-arr-ant-eed hip… hip-no-sis video turns any woman into a dumb slut or your money back.'" She broke off with a peal of laughter, her befuddled brain reacting to the advertisement in the back of her neighbor's porno mag like she'd just taken a deep lungful of nitrous oxide, and it took her almost a full thirty seconds before she could find her way back to the material she'd been reading. The text swam and wriggled in front of her unfocused eyes, but she pressed on.
"'Our, um, our experts have made the… the perfect video to, um, mezz, mezz, mezz-murr-eyes the girl of your dreams,'" she continued laboriously, her clit throbbing and twitching every time she stumbled over a word. Marilyn was a grad student with a degree in biology, but somehow none of her textbooks had ever been as hard to read as this little classified ad in the back of Shape and Form Magazine. "'She won't be able to resist our… our sky-en-tiff-ic… um, wow that's a big word… sky-en-tiff-ic-all-ee tested patterns that mag, mag… mag-net-ize her eyes.' Hey, this sounds kind of like that thing you showed me?" She glanced up at Rich, but he didn't say anything. He was too busy staring at her spread legs and her thatch of dark brown pubic hair, and she could already see that his cock was beginning to stir again.
Marilyn's fingers pulled up and away from her cunt in a dramatic gesture, sticky strands of musk and jizz clinging to them as she giggled at the sight of her neighbor's twitching prick. She returned them to her pussy, reveling in the feeling she got when that slight pause got her motor running extra hard and made resuming her masturbation feel like getting a fix of some exotic drug, and continued reading. "'She won't be able to resist….' oh wait, I read that bit already… um, um, so it says it comes in, like, VHS and Beta and like, by the time she's done watching she'll be, um, like, begging for your cock? And the rest is, like, just boring addresses and moneys and stuff." Marilyn tittered again at the use of the clumsy, childish phrase 'moneys'. She knew it made her sound dumb, but somehow sounding dumb never felt better.
"S-so is that, um… is that where you got that thing?" she asked, the rest of the ads already melting into squiggles of black on white as her pulsing clit trained her out of the habit of comprehending text. "Did you, like, see it and think, 'Mmm, that girl down the hall is so cute, I should order this and show it to her and turn her brain to mush so she'll offer me her pussy?' Because that…." Marilyn trailed into silence for a moment, her head fizzing with ecstasy as she tried to wrap her mind around the ethical implications of such an act and utterly failed. "That sounds so hot."
That must have been enough to get Rich up to full mast again, because he got up off the couch and knelt between Marilyn's spread legs to fuck her right there on the floor. She could feel every thrust diminishing the light of intelligence behind her eyes, leaving her vapid and horny and eager to be used, and she hoped Rich knew how to shut this thing off because she wasn't even going to know how clothes worked if she kept on going like this, let alone go to classes in the morning. But when she thought about being stuck in Rich's apartment with nothing to do but play with herself and screw, her cunt got even wetter… and when he whispered in her ear, "That's exactly what I did, sweetie," Marilyn couldn't help cumming.
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