Jason Cannon - Marcy in heat

He returned to the attack on her ample breasts. Slowly, his tongue flicking like an impatient serpent, he moved his head down, over the erect nipples, across her flat belly, out across the expanse of her smooth hips. Gently, he moved across the thighs, coaxing until they parted. He let his hands roam at will over the silkiness of her skin. Finally, he reached her most sensitive part, and burrowed in among the hairs to the moist warm slit until little moans of ecstasy came from her throat.

His face was between her delicious thighs. Marcy was bent over him, her knees straddling his head, her face above his crotch.

"Ohhhh," she sighed. "You know how, lover-boy… you do know how."

Unable to contain herself, she traced the same path with her lips on his willing body. She played with her tongue, touching all sides of his cock, until he could stand it no longer. He locked his legs, reached one hand to the back of her head, and thrust to the limit into her face. Again and again he did it, stifling her moans and filling her throat with his cock.

Suddenly his own ministrations began to take effect, and while controlling his own passion as best he could, he buried his face deeply in the pit of liquid fire between her soft white thighs.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, now you too, lover, you too!" she shouted, her face contorted around the head of his cock, her hips gyrating against his face.

As if to emphasize her words, she grabbed his ass, digging her nails deeply to urge him to longer and harder thrusts between her lips.

Both their bodies glistened with perspiration. Writhing flesh lost all form, and the room seemed to take on an iron-hard glow that matched the pure tire of their lust. Groans came from both their throats as the moment of ecstasy arrived, and they met it at the same time. He buried his face in her cunt as she swallowed spurt after spurt of his hot, creamy cum.

They rolled away from each other, their passion only momentarily satiated. Marcy, caught up in the pleasure of the delicious sixty-nine with Robbie, had forgotten about the other people in the room.

When she rolled away from him, she found herself beneath the dark-haired boy, Bob. He smiled down at her, a huge hard-on in his hand.

"This will fill up more of that sweet pussy than a tongue will," he said.

"Let's see," she said, and smiled, raising her arms toward his lowering body.

When he placed his body between her legs, she closed them and dug her heels into the thick rug beneath them. The pressure on her feet helped raise her ass and aided in his penetration.

"You wanna suck it first, Marcy?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I want it in me. Shove it up my cunt!"

"You got it, baby!" he said. He poised above her body. With the barrel of his cock in his hand he gauged her slit until he felt the head squeeze between the lips and into her hole.

"That's it, baby, ain't it?"

"You son-of-a-bitch," she said between clenched teeth. "That's why I'm under you. Give it to me!" The outburst surprised even her, but he really had turned her on. She wanted his cock in her.

She pulled his head down to her and welded her lips to his, sucking the very life from his hardened tongue. Her breasts were crushed to his heaving chest. Their two bodies came together until she could feel his swollen tip of his cock at her wet, hairy cuntlips.

"Put it in! Shove it inside me! Fuck me with it! Now, now… hurry! I want it now… do it to me!"

Her body became a writhing, convulsing torrent of passion as she grasped his cock and forced the head into her gaping hole. Her soft folds seemed to grasp and caress his cock all at the same time.

She felt it delving into her cunt, slowly, inch by inch. Grunting with effort, she gave a surging thrust with her hips and felt his full length slide into her soaking sheath.

"Yes… oh my God!" he gasped. "You got it all, baby!"

"I know," she groaned. "It's good meat. It's good! I think I'm coming already, but don't stop! Oh God, don't stop!"

"Take it, baby, take it! Pound those hips up to me!" he panted as he looked down between them and saw the long hardness of his soaking shaft disappear inside the sucking, clawing folds of her pussy.

"Ohhh, shit!" she yelled as she felt all of him driving away at her. He had a big cock and he knew how to use it. "Pound me… faster, faster, harder!" Her body became a fleshy, passion driven spring that drove her hips eagerly to meet his strokes much faster than he had expected.

"Easy… easy," he said, but she wouldn't stop.

Her head rolled and twisted from side to side on the floor. Her hair flew around both, of their shoulders as her sharp nails dug into his buttocks, driving his cock ever deeper into her warm cunt.

The fucking Marcy was getting became even more exciting when she looked around the room and saw all the naked bodies.

A short distance across the room, Sherry was lying flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Sam was lying on his stomach with his face pressed hard against her cunt. The girl was moving her hips slowly and gasping as his head moved vigorously between her legs and his tongue gouged into her pussy. Marcy could hear his licking and sucking. It sounded wet and juicy and made her pound her own pussy harder and harder over Bob's hard cock.

On her other side, on one of the couches, Toni was on top of Will. Marcy tried to remember if they had come together. And then she remembered that she hadn't come with Bob, yet he was now fucking her for all he was worth. Marcy almost laughed when she thought that the atmosphere had gotten so heady with sex that she had forgotten that this was an orgy… everybody fucked and sucked everybody!

Toni's legs were on either side of Will's hips and she was creating all the motion. Her ass moved up and down and back and forth as she kissed him on the neck and face. He lay there passively, breathing heavily and enjoying the pleasure she was giving him.

Suddenly Marcy heard Sherry scream, and rolled her head back in time to see the girl come.

"Suck… oh suck my cunt!" Sherry shouted, bucking her ass violently up off the floor. Sam started sucking and licking at her cunt like a wild man. "Yeah… that's it… more, harder, harder oh shit, I'm there!"

Sherry moved wildly, bucking her hips and flailing her arms. And then suddenly she was still.

"That was great, Sammy honey," she said in a soft whisper. "Now let me do you."

Marcy's own body was going crazy. Her fleshy ass slapped the floor and then rammed upward to drive her cunt over Bob's plunging cock.

He raised his body from hers, trying to pull himself slightly away. "Easy, honey, I'm comin'. Oh shit, I can't stop it!"

She came with him, feeling the warm, sticky fluid flowing in great spurts against the very back of her curd. It felt as though she were swimming in his cum.

She was still pounding her hips against Bob and rubbing her clit up and down his cock when Robbie came to life beside her. He rolled toward her face and placed the head of his cock on her lips.

"Honey," he said, "that was about the best blow job I've ever had. Would you care to do it again so I won't think the first time was just a dream?"

As he rolled over and straddled her face, Marcy felt Bob's limp cock leave her cunt. She had had enough for a while and was about to close her mouth and roll her head away from Robbie's thickening prick when she felt someone else between her legs.

Marcy looked around Robbie's body and saw Wilma Dale's head between her legs. "What the hell…?" she said.

"It's Wilma," Robbie said. "She's gonna eat you just like you're gonna eat me."

Marcy had never had a woman go down on her and she didn't know if she wanted one to. She was about to object, when she felt Wilma begin to carefully run her tongue and lips up and down the delicate flesh on the insides of her quivering thighs.