Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

Wilma continued talking to herself, to Marcy, and, it seemed, to the room in general.

"I think it's all right if two girls want to make it with each other," Wilma said, her speech slurring the more she drank. "There's nothin' wrong with that. It's just another way of having fun out of sex. Right?"

"It's a little kinky," Marcy said.

"I suppose it can be, but not necessarily. If a girl can only have sex with other girl's… well, then she's kind of in trouble. I mean, she's limited herself in what she can do. She would get much more enjoyment if she could make it with guys, too, right? But if she can make it with guys, then there's nothing wrong with adding some spice by having sex with other girls, too. Right?"

Wilma paused, and Marcy heard someone in the room behind her whisper loudly, "Here we go… Wilma's off and running."

"You have nice tits," Wilma said, leaning over and pulling Marcy's blouse out so she could see all the way down her front. "Big fuckin' tits. I've got little tits… but nice. I'll show you." Wilma set her drink on the bar and pulled her sweater up, over her head, and off. She threw it on the floor and took a deep breath, thrusting her breasts outward as far as they would go. "See? Not very big, but nice nipples… don't you think?"

"Very nice," Marcy said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and wondering what was going on.

Then Robbie appeared behind them. "Nice tits, Wilma. Is your pussy as nice?" he said.

"You bet your ass it is," Wilma replied.

"Let's see your pussy," Robbie said.

"Yeah, Wilma," Bob said, from the sofa across the room where his hand was hidden beneath Grace's skirt. "Let's see what you're so proud of."

Marcy didn't really know what to think of it all, but she did know that finally something was starting. But what happened amazed even her.

Wilma crawled up to her knees on the stool and from there to the bar. Someone turned the stereo up until the music seemed to blare from every corner of the room. Wilma threw back her head and started to dance. Then she started to mumble. That turned into shouted curses that could be heard clearly above the pounding music.

"Dammit, I know I'm gonna get laid! I know there's a man in here somewhere who can handle all I got… 'cause I'm the best… everybody loves Wilma's pussy!"

She stomped on the bar and waved her arms as she danced. Everyone moved toward the bar in anticipation.

"All right… all right!" she shouted, her voice thick with drink. "If this is an orgy, let's get with it!"

So saying, she slithered out of her skirt and kicked it as far as possible across the room. Her tits swung in a long rolling arc from side to side as she bent her knees, leaned backward, and began undulating her hips in wild, abandoned movements. She wore only mesh hose, and black heels. The dark triangle of her moistened cunt glistened against the white of her skin. "Somebody… somebody do me right now! Here!"

She dropped back to the bar and threw her legs high and widespread into the air. "Somebody do me! Isn't there a man around here? Somebody fuck me!"

She began a furious kicking with her legs, making the white globes of her ass bounce provocatively on the bar as she squeezed her tits into two peaks.

Pandemonium broke out as if Wilma's actions had been the triggering catalyst everyone needed. The three boys, Bob Will and Sam, had their clothes off in seconds. They picked Wilma's writhing body up in their arms and carried her to a mound of pillows on the floor.

Her skin already glistened with perspiration. Bob faced her and drove his cock into her cunt while Sam attacked her asshole with his huge organ. The hips of both boys started thrusting wildly.

Will settled his hips in front of her face. With a steady hand, he guided his long, rigid cock, its tiny slit oozing droplets of cum, toward Wilma's unresisting lips.

Grace, Sherry, and Toni stood over the group undressing. When they were nude, they found some way to wedge themselves into the group so their eager pussies could find the boys' mouths.

"There's always room for one more," Robbie said, standing beside Marcy.

"Let's watch," she said, her eyes riveted on the writhing bodies.

"Does that excite you?" Robbie asked, dropping one arm, over her shoulder and running his hand into the front of her dress.

"It sure does," Marcy replied, dropping her hand and squeezing his bulging cock through his tight pants.

All three of the men were now at a fever pitch of white-hot excitement. Each of their cock-thrusts extended further than the last, and pounded harder into the various objects of their desire.

Wilma jerked her head back off the head of Will's cock to shout, "Now, everyone, now… faster… faster, fuck faster! DON'T STOP!"

They all complied. And then, as if on signal, all three men came together into the waiting girl. Her mouth, her ass and the fiery slit of her cunt were all filled at once with the hot streams of white-hot fluid from the pulsating cocks. Their orgasms seemed to go on and on as their bodies jerked in spasms of ecstasy.

"What do you like, Marcy?" Robbie said.

"Everything," she replied.

"Boy, you have changed," he said, reaching for her crotch.

"Let's get naked," she said, jumping off the stool, "I want to suck your cock."

His hands were all over her as she removed her skirt and blouse. His technique of caressing soon had her squirming in his arms and she unhooked her bra. She could feel her nipples hardening and beginning to throb and she could hardly wait for him to uncover them.

When his finger touched her sensitive breasts, Marcy cuddled against his body. As his hands ran up and down her inner thighs, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Immediately she ran his zipper down and her hand darted in.

Touching his cock thrilled her, and as it grew, she marveled at the tremendous change. "It always excites me to feel a hard-on build. It's fantastic, just fantastic!"

"Keep playin' with it, Marcy," he groaned. "The more you play with my cock, the bigger it gets."

As his cock filled with hot blood, Robbie started to paw at her panties. He pulled them down. She lifted her ass toward him, and the panties slid to the rug. The thick crop of hair between her legs started to shake and he continued to fondle her thighs.

"Oh shit, I want it," Marcy said.

"What do you want?" Robbie said, stepping away from her and taking off the rest of his clothes.

"I want your cock," she said, her eyes closed, her body swaying.

"You don't want to tease, like you used to?" he said.

"No?"

"You want fucked?"

"Yes."

"And you want to suck?"

"Yes," she replied, opening her eyes and meeting his stare. "I want to suck it and feel the cream go down, deep down inside my throat."

"What else?"

"I want you to suck my clit, drain my cunt dry with your mouth."

He looked down. His cock was standing rigid from its mound of dark hair. He smiled, took the shaft in his hand and ran the skin slowly back and forth.

She moved to him, holding her breasts before her like two purple-tipped globes. She bunched them together with her hands so the huge nipples stood out like projectiles. He buried his head in their softness and twisted from side to side in order to gain the full effect of their tremendous size.

"Swallow them, Robbie. Take them all!"

She pushed one into his mouth, squeezing it out to flatten across his face. He responded by sucking loudly on her offering. Then she grabbed his rigid, throbbing cock with both her hands.

"Oh God, what a cock," she sighed. "What a hard-on, and it's all for me!"

He lay back and watched the rapture on her face while she alternately covered and uncovered the huge tip of his prick, using both her hands. She pulled it to one aide and then watched it stand back, straight up, when she released it.