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The Erotic Odyssey of Marge Cunningham
(Herb Grisman)

      Marge studied her nude image in the mirror. She was tall for a girl; five feet and nine inches, with long, slender legs, a narrow waist, and fairly large breasts. They were round and solid, with just a tiny hint of sagging. Some day in the future, she would need support but not yet. She hardly wore a bra, finding it cumbersome and not necessary. She loved the feel of her breasts bouncing inside a tight sweater when she walked. Besides, the guys liked it.

      Her long, black hair framed a beautiful face. She had high cheekbones, green eyes, and full lips.

      'This is me', she thought. 'My body is trim, even though I don't pursue any athletic activities, unless....' She giggled and smiled at her image. "A fuck a day keeps the fat away," she said.

      It was actually something Andy always said.

      Of course, often they did it more than once a day. It was a miracle that their parents hadn't found out yet. But then again, her father was a salesman and always on the road and out of town, and Andy's mother was so busy with her clubs and her PTA meetings, she was barely home.

      Right now they were on a two-month-long holiday in Europe.

      That's why the last few days with Andy had been nothing but one long fuck.

      Both of them were students, but since it was July and the holidays they were home. Neither of them had a job, which meant plenty of idle time. Plenty of time to fuck.

      She slipped into a pair of pink, lacy panties, tight jeans and a thin, yellow sweater with short sleeves. The sweater was so tight, even her nipples showed through.

      Wiggling her plump, round ass, she giggled. She loved seeing guys turn their head when she walked by, loved seeing their hungry, lustful eyes. The older the men, the more fun.

      Young guys would whistle or even make some lewd remark, while the old geezers would pretend not to notice her, but she saw them, saw their reflection in mirrors or windows, saw their lustful stares from behind the paper or magazine they were reading.

      Those poor old fools! If she would really take one of them on, they wouldn't last the night. She was just too much cunt for a normal man.

      She touched her crotch. Just thinking about all those horny guys out there made her pussy itchy and her juices flow.

      Since it was hot outside, she chose to go barefoot. It was a nice day to go shopping. Maybe she could pick up a guy and have a quick afternoon fuck. She smiled to herself. That would be nice.

      There was a large shopping mall only a ten-minute-walk away. It was a hangout for many young people and a good place for a pickup.

      She walked slowly, enjoying the sun's rays on her face and bare arms. After strolling around in some of the shops, she headed for the fountain. A tall, good-looking guy watched her as she approached. She gave him a practiced quick, shy smile and sat down on one of the benches.

      He came over and stood in front of her, squinting against the sun. "Hi," he said. "Beautiful day. A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone on a day like this. Mind if I sit down?"

      "As long as you promise not to bite," she said, smiling.

      He chuckled. "I promise, at least not for five minutes." Sitting down beside her, he handed her a card. "My name is Darrell." He chuckled again. "I've been watching you and...." He hesitated. "I know, this sounds like a come-on, but you're a beautiful woman and I am interested in you."

      "Oh, yeah?" She laughed and looked at him sideways from lowered lashes. Her pussy was already beginning to itch.

      Wow! This was good-looking guy. He seemed a bit shy, though, but what a turn-on!

      He grinned. "Maybe this didn't come out quite the way I wanted it." He pointed at the card in her hand. "I am looking for beautiful girls like you for a movie we are making."

      She looked at the card.

      "Darrell Cameron. Centurion Movie Productions," she read. "Oh," she said, at a loss for words and actually a bit disappointed. "What kind of movie?"

      Darrell shrugged. "It's not a big-budget movie. We're only a small company, but we have great potential. You could become a big star." He gave her a hopeful smile. "Would you like to come in for an audition?"

      It was her turn to shrug. "I don't know. I've never...."

      He touched her hand in a friendly, almost familiar way. "No obligation. You have nothing to lose and perhaps much to gain. Call me tonight. My number is on the card." He stood up. "It was nice meeting you." Hesitating for a moment, he said, "I never got your name."

      "Marge," she said, surprised by his decision to leave so quickly. "It's Marge."

      "Hi, Marge." He smiled. "I hope to hear from you." Then he turned and walked away.

      She watched him go and sighed. "What a hunk. It would have been nice."

      Before she put the card into her small purse, she quickly looked it over again and shrugged mentally. Maybe she'd give him a call after all.

      "Hi, wanna go to a party?"

      She looked at the kid who'd flopped down beside her. Short and plump with a friendly, round face, no more than eighteen or nineteen and not what she would call handsome. He grinned at her and winked. "I have a friend who likes you." Still grinning, he pointed at another young man who was standing beside a Hot-Dog stand about fifty feet away.

      She felt a small shudder go down her back. Now, there is a good-looking guy! That was more like it. She smiled and watched as the young man strolled toward her. Tall, dark-haired, and well-built. She couldn't help but notice the big bulge in his tight jeans.

      "We have a car," the kid beside her said, but she barely heard.

      The dark-haired one regarded her with a scowling face, but then he grinned. "Is Eddie bothering you?" he asked, reaching for a cigarette. He stuck it between his lips, lit it and blew a couple of smoke rings.

      She felt that hot familiar flush in her belly and the throbbing in her pussy.

      'I hope you can deliver, Mr. Mucho,' she thought and gave him her sexiest come-on smile. "He asked me to come to a party." Then she added, "With you."

      "Oh, yeah," he chuckled, blowing smoke through his nostrils.

      "Well?" Marge looked at him with her big, green eyes. "Was he just kidding?"

      "No." Flicking the half-smoked cigarette into the fountain, he turned and began to walk away. "Let's go," he called over his shoulder.

      Marge felt anger swelling up inside her.

      'What an arrogant son-of-a-bitch!' She thought, but she was too damned horny to let this one pass. She got up and followed him.

      Eddie walked beside her and put his arm around her waist. She let him be. "We gonna have fun," he said, his voice high with excitement. "Just wait until you see our van."

      'A van,' Marge thought. 'So that's how it's going to be.'